Unending Bonds

I don’t own My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, and I am not writing this story for any monetary gain. I do; however, own Marcus, Dameon, and any other of my own OC’s.

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Canterlot Castle

“DUDE! Would you stop!? It’s not like it hurt anyone!” Came the frantic reply from non other than Marcus. After his impromptu comment, Marcus had been set upon by his brother trying to keep anymore unnecessary comments from spewing forth from his mouth.

“Mark! What! The! Hell!,” each word was accentuated with a slap to the face. “Our first meeting with another sentient species since the war, and you go off and ruin everything with that stupid mouth of yours!” It was quite easy to tell just how mad he was. Which may have been seen as well founded considering they are the first, last, and only humans to have ever talked to another sentient species. It was at this time that Princess Luna decided to speak up, having watched the whole ordeal in quiet amusement with her sister, both stifling a laugh at the ridiculous nature of the two.

“Well in all honesty, it doesn’t really matter. No harm, no foul I suppose. But we really should get down to business and figure out just what exactly you two are, what you’re doing here, and why we should even let you stay in our realm.” She had been talking as she and her sister walked up to the two, both of which had finally taken the time to actually look at Celestia and Luna. And when they did, to say they were stunned would be an understatement.

The white one, they referred to her as because no name had been given yet, had a pristine white coat with an almost unnoticeable tint of pink to it. Her hair, or mane may be the correct term, was flowing in an ever present breeze, and it only seemed to affect her and her sister. It was made up of beautiful shades of cerulean, turquoise, heliotrope, and cobalt blue that accentuated each other perfectly, and her eyes were an amazing shade of magenta outlined by long eyelashes and light eyeliner and seemed to hold endless wisdom. Where feet would normally be on a human, hooves were found instead, and slipped over her hooves were intricately designed golden shoes. Travelling upwards from there they found that she was wearing a pair of blue denim jeans that hugged her form nicely and allowed her tail to hang out the back through a hole without constricting her. She had a wonderfully crafted royal purple blouse with a golden trim hanging loosely over her, along with a golden necklace that had a shimmering amethyst embedded into the pendant. Resting comfortably on her back were the unmistakable feathered appendages named wings; although the length that was boasted by them could not be seen, it was quite clear to the two that they definitely are not something to be questioned about. Her face had soft features and an amused smirk placed upon her muzzle. Just above her forehead was an ivory colored horn that’s about ten inches in length.  She was about an inch shorter than Marcus, not including her horn, and seemed to be slightly annoyed by that fact. She had been the tallest non-dragon being in her world until these two came along, and actually having to look up to another being was something she hadn’t had to do in a very long time.

Once their eyes came to rest upon Princess Luna, they became equally surprised at her look as they were with Celestia’s. Resting over her hooves were a set of silver shoes that go perfectly with her coat color, which is a very dark shade blue, almost black. She too wore a pair of jeans that hugged her nicely, but instead of a loose fitting blouse, she had a tightly fitting light blue tank top that shows off her curves in just the right ways. Her mane flowed in the same breeze as her white-coated counterpart, but hers was a beautiful dark blue with hues of violet and indigo flowing throughout it. It seemed to hold the night sky itself and is constantly shimmering with the ‘stars’ placed through it. Her eyes held a wonderful shade of cerulean within them, and gave off an aura of power and wisdom. Her muzzle held a small smile that showed she doesn’t want any trouble to be had, and would like to have a pleasant conversation instead. She too had a horn, although it was about an inch shorter than Celestia’s. Placed on her back was a pair of wings just as majestic as her sister’s, and they held the same quality that said they allow for an absolutely incredible flight.

Once the brothers had finished their inspection of the sisters, they noticed just exactly where they had come in, and quickly set about fixing it while apologizing profusely to the royal sisters.

“They are an odd pair of… things, are they not sister?” Luna asked from beside Celestia.

“Yes, quite, and it would seem these two to have an immense amount of power to have been able to fall from so high and barely hurt themselves, and then go about completely fixing what they had done afterwards. If not monitored, they could prove to be a problem.” Celestia had been watching the brothers fix the roof of the throne room, and anything that happened to be damaged in the crash as she talked. She was surprised, to say the least, that they were able to go about levitating the huge chunks of marble, along with the smaller crushed pieces, and fuse them back into their place as if there had been absolutely no damage done whatsoever.

“Guards, please inform the chefs that we will be having two guests dining with us tonight,” Celestia said. The currently acting guard captain, although not trusting the creatures in the least, snapped to attention, saluted, and went about telling her it would be done.

“Yes, Princess, I will inform them at once.” Once he had finished speaking he dropped his salute, did an about face, and marched out of the room with the rest of the guards in tow, which was a total of three including him.

“Ugh! Tia hurry up, and you two, follow us. Me and my sister here would like to know exactly what you are and why you are here, as well as finally being able to eat something.” Upon the mention of food, Marcus and Dameon decided to just follow them. It had, after all, been almost two days since they last ate, and the mere notion of food was enough to allow their stomachs to rumble.

“Okay then, we’ll follow you, but only if you allow us to eat as well,” Dameon said. Both he and Marcus became pleasantly surprised that the sisters had already went about asking for a spot at the table for the two of them.

“That has already been arranged. Now, please stick close to us. Wouldn’t want our guards to point more spears in your faces now would we?” Celestia said with a slight hint of amusement in her voice.

“It doesn’t matter very much ma’am. I highly doubt they would be able to harm us,” Marcus had finally slipped into a more formal way of talking, not wanting to ruin the brother’s chances with his habit of speaking before thinking.

“Mark, how you manage to sound polite while still being a douche is beyond me,” Dameon said while rolling his eyes at his brother.

“How exactly am I being even remotely like that?” Marcus asked with a genuine hint of confusion in his voice.

“Bro, do you listen to yourself? You pretty much just said that her guards are useless against us. Outright saying something like that isn’t generally a good thing to say in front of someone who has enough pull to even have her own guards,” Dameon replied. They had finally started on their way to wherever the sister’s were taking them, and had started to go down multiple hallways with intricate paintings and other decorations strewn about. Everything looked pristine and fit for a castle, which considering they were in one, makes sense. Marcus decided to ask Celestia just exactly where it was they were being taken to.

“Uh hey, white lady, where exactly is it you guys are taking us?” once Marcus had asked his question Dameon turned to look at him with a look that screamed ‘you’re an idiot’, Luna looked at him with mild amusement, and Celestia couldn’t help but laugh at the comment.

“I have been called many things in my life, but not once has anypony called me white lady,” Celestia said after her laughing fit. Marcus and Dameon looked at her with raised eyebrows.

“Anypony? That certainly is new. And now that i think about it, how are we even speaking to each other right now?” as soon as Dameon had asked this, his brother looked at him with a smirk.

“Alright Dom, we of all people should know the answer to that question. With how many galaxies, stars, planets, and possibly universes there are out there, the possibility of finding another planet with a species that speaks the same language as us was always there. But the fact that we went so long without even seeing another sentient creature, shows just how bad our luck really was. And the fact that we not only have crash landed into a planet with another sentient species, but one that speaks our own language, is enough evidence for me to say that our luck is finally turning around!” By the time Marcus was done talking he seemed to be exploding with excitement, and he has a good reason to be. Not speaking to anyone except your brother for over a millennium isn’t a very good way to satiate your boredom.

“Yeah, thanks for reminding me Mark. Could you, uh…  stop being so obnoxious now? I’m glad you’re back to being ya know… you, but right now isn’t the best time.” Dameon, of course, loved when his brother acted this way, even if it was a little bit immature. It showed that even after how much they had gone through, how long they had been together, and how much they knew about one another. They always stayed themselves, and nothing could come in between them. The bond they shared was one that no matter what happened to the two, it could not, and would not be broken.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry I got a little carried away. And why’d we stop? Are we finally here?” Marcus asked his guides.

“Yes, we have arrived at the dining hall. Now please, be yourselves… mostly. My sister and I would like to see what kind of…” Celestia trailed off with a thoughtful look trying to figure out what to call the two.

“Humans ma’am,” replied Dameon thoughtfully.

“Thank you. Anyway, we would like to see just what kind of ‘humans’ you two are. So please don’t hesitate to ask for anything once you are seated, enjoy your meals, and at least answer a few of our questions.” After she finished talking, Princess Celestia turned around and opened the huge doors leading to the dining hall with her magic, which surprised the humans behind her. Something that didn’t go unnoticed by Princess Luna.

Once they all had been seated, a waiter dressed in a finely tailored tuxedo came out to them. He gained a slight look of surprise at the two new additions, but it was quickly hidden behind a mask of professionalism.

“Good evening Princesses, what wou-” he didn’t have the chance to finish what he was saying though. Because when he said the word ‘princesses’, the brothers yelled out in astonishment.

“PRINCESSES! HOW HAVE WE NOT REALIZED THEY WERE ROYALTY!?” They yelled at the same time to each other. Princess Luna decided to finally tell the two exactly who they had been addressing in a mostly casual manner.

“Yes, my name is Princess Luna, co-ruler of Equestria, Raiser of the Moon, and Guardian of the Night. And this is my older sister and co-ruler of Equestria, Princess Celestia, Raiser of the Sun, and Keeper of the Day. I, for one, am surprised that neither of you had noticed our crowns yet.” She said while pointing to the crown placed on top of her head. Once Marcus and Dameon had looked up and finally took notice of the crowns, they both simultaneously facepalmed, and went about apologizing… again.

“We are sooo sorry Princesses. We had no idea, and will take any punishment you see fit,” said Dameon.

“Well I don’t know about any punishment, but yes Princesses, we are so very sorry for our behavior earlier. It was rude and uncalled for, and we wish to make up for it in any way possible,” Marcus had managed to sound at least moderately sincere in his apology to Princess Celestia and Luna.

“It’s fine you two. If we had wanted you to know, we would have told you. But in all honesty, having somepony address us so casually is actually quite, refreshing, and the fact that neither of you are actually citizens of Equestria, or any other nation on the planet, allows you do just that. So please, continue to address us as you would a friend or a casual acquaintance. I myself, would actually enjoy it if you refer to me as Celestia.” After Celestia had finished talking Luna spoke up.

“And i would like it if you were to refer to me as Luna,” she said.

“Okay, okay, sorry for our outburst, but I refuse to call you Celestia and Luna,” the aforementioned ponies looked shocked, until Dameon continued, “unless you refer to me as Dameon, or Dom.” Celestia looked at him with slight amount of aggravation, as did Luna, but nothing was said until Marcus decided to reply as well.

“And please call me Marcus, or Mark, for short.” Marcus said with a smile.

“Okay, now that that’s over with, can we please get back to the part about eating food?” asked Dameon. Marcus looked over to him while snickering at his insistence to get some food on the table.

“Yes, please continue, my good man,” chimed Marcus.

“Yes, yes, as I was saying Princesses, what would you and your err… guests, like to eat this evening?” the waiter asked in with a surprisingly deep voice.

“I would like the Pappardelle with Mushrooms, and I would like just water to drink please,” Celestia told the stallion.

“I will be having the same please,” Luna said.

“Uhh, you guys have any steak?” When Marcus mentioned steak, Celestia looked at Marcus and Dameon before turning to the waiter and whispering something in his ear. Once she was done, he walked out and another took his place. Except this one was definitely not a pony. Protruding from his face was a golden beak with a black spot just on the tip. He also harbored fur of some kind, the brothers guessed a big cat, maybe a lion? And when one looked at his neck they would find that instead of fur, feathers took the place. They weren’t very big, but more like the feathers of an eagle. Instead of hands, like the ponies and humans had, he had talons like that of a bird of prey. Traveling downwards one could see the distinguishable back paws and tail of a lion, although they were slightly altered to allow an upright posture. He also appeared to be in a white chef’s hat and uniform.

“Good evening, Princess Celestia, Luna,” he then turned to look at the brothers with a friendly smile on his beak, which confused the two greatly, “I must say that when that stallion came to me and said that there were meat-eaters here that weren’t dragons or griffons, I was slightly skeptical, but I see I was proven wrong. Now, what can I get you two?” The griffon asked. Marcus looked over to Celestia.

“He’s a griffon?” He asks with a raised eyebrow and thumb pointing towards the extra member in the room.

“Yes Marcus, he is. There are also dragons, minotaurs, zebras, a single draconequus, who is currently imprisoned in stone, and of course us ponies, who fall within four categories. Pegasi, who have wings, no horn, and are generally lighter and quicker than the other races; they also control the weather. Then there are the unicorns, who hold a horn, no wings, and can use magic. There are also earth ponies, who have neither a horn nor wings, but generally hold more strength and are more resilient than unicorns and pegasi. And finally there are the alicorns, which is the category Luna and I belong to, and they are a mixture of all three races. There are currently only four alicorns in existence, but my sister and I are the only two immortal ones.” Dameon and Marcus listened attentively to Celestia’s little lecture, and had silently ordered their meals from the griffon during it. Dameon getting a nine-ounce sirloin with steamed broccoli, and this worlds equivalent to lemon-lime soda, which he missed greatly. While Marcus ordered a ribeye with chopped potatoes, and the same drink as Dameon. But they completely missed the statement about the two alicorns across from them being immortal.

“Could you two excuse us for a moment?” Dameon started, “I think it would be best if we took our armor and weapons off.” Once he had finished talking, both he and his brother stood up from their seats and began to carefully take their exquisitely crafted armor off. They started with their gauntlets, and after they took them off, began with their pauldrons. Once they had them off, they took off the brassart, which is what covers from the elbow to up under the pauldrons. After they were finished with that, they began with lifting the curiasses over their heads and gently setting them down on the floor of the dining hall, and then working on taking off the chausses and greaves. Afterwards they got down to the boots and slipped them off and laid them beside the pile of armor.

“Okay, now I think we need some actually clothing,” once Marcus was done talking both he and his brother snapped their fingers, which was accompanied by a flash of light, followed by the two standing there in well fitted casual clothes.

Marcus had on a bright blue t-shirt with a dark blue outline that was just tight enough to show off his muscles, which were not overly big. He, of course, had the physique one would see on a person that greatly values staying healthy, or was in the military, and is proud of that fact. Placed around his neck and over his shirt, was a beaded necklace with two tags resting at the bottom of it. His hair was cut into a crew cut, and was a medium dark blonde. He has an interesting condition known as heterochromia iridis, in which one iris is a different color than the other, and is actually quite fond of it. One of his eyes was a brilliant dark blue while the other is an emerald green, and they seemed be full of energy. He had a very slight pointed chin and fairly chiseled jaw-line with a small amount of stubble running along his cheeks and down around his mouth and chin. He was also wearing blue jeans that are neither too tight nor too loose, and a pair of orange running shoes with blue laces.

His brother had somewhat longer hair that hadn’t seen a brush in a while, and was light brown. His eyes held pools of emerald, and they have seen a great amount in his time alive. While his jaw-line is mostly the same as his brothers, his chin is more rounded and he lacks the stubble on his cheeks and jaw, only opting to have it around his chin and upper lip. He too had a beaded necklace laying around his neck and over his crimson-colored t-shirt. The shirt fit nicely over his body, which was nearly the same physique as his brother’s, except for him being shorter. His jeans were a darker shade, but held the same fit to his body as his brother’s, and his shoes were a dark blue with orange laces.

After the two had checked to make sure everything was in order, Marcus snapped his fingers while sitting down and their armor and weapons disappeared in a flash of light, waiting to be called upon should they need them again.

“Ahh much better, being stuck in that armor for such long periods of time really tires you out. Does it not?” Dameon asked looking towards his brother with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah it definitely does, and look, here comes our food. Man I’m hungry,” Marcus said while looking towards the unicorn levitating their food beside him. Once he got to the table and placed the food, he did a small bow, and walked back from whence he came.

“Okay this looks really good,” Dameon looked towards Celestia and continues, “give your chefs my regards.”

“I will make sure to, but may I ask what those necklaces you two are wearing are?” Celestia asked the brothers, and Marcus replies.

“I suppose so, you are giving us a meal afteral. These necklaces are referred to as dog tags, and they were a way for our nations military to keep track of its soldiers. Mine belonged to our father, who died fighting in a war, and Dom’s belonged to his brother, our uncle, who died fighting alongside him.” Luna finally asks a question of her own to the brothers.

“Where do you two come from?”

“Well, we came from a country named the United States of America, on our planet named Earth, and it was a global powerhouse at the time. Now as to how we came about getting ourselves here, that’s quite a long story, “ Marcus replied to her question.

“Could you tell us how you did end up here?” Luna asked, and Dameon decided to take the lead and tell them the story about how they had ended up going through a portal that shouldn’t have been used in the first place.

“And how did you manage to get the ability to make portals that allow for such long range transportation in the first place?” asked Celestia. Marcus started of on the explanation.

“When we were young, about twenty-three and twenty-one, me being the oldest, a war started on our planet known as World War III, at least by us, no one else is alive to record it now.”

“Wait, how many wars has your planet seen?” Luna asks.

“Oh god, so many. Our species had been warring since they were first able to make spears with sharpened rocks. Of course, World War III was a whole different kind of war. One that actually brought the end of the planet itself,” Celestia and Luna let out surprised gasps at this, and Dameon continued in the place of Marcus.

“Yeah, it definitely was a terrible time for us, but it was made better by two beings that were, passing by, so to speak, on their travels. They ended up taking us in, and took us away from our planet just before the nukes started to drop,” Celestia interrupted him.

“And what, pray tell, is a nuke?” Marcus picked back up.

“A nuke is a weapon of mass destruction that leaves radiation in its wake after exploding. The areas they are dropped in can’t be returned to for thousands of years sometimes. Anyway once they took us in, they told us a little bit about themselves and what they did, which is pretty much just travel the universe helping anything they can, and then told us that they needed replacements because they would like to retire. Now me and Dom were incredibly skeptical at first, and understandably so. I mean, our planet knew nothing about magic or any other kind of supernatural force. Eventually though, they convinced us, mostly because we had nothing to go back to, and they started our training.”

“So let me get this straight. You two came from a war-torn world that knew absolutely nothing about magic, got picked up by two mysterious strangers that just so happen to be ‘traveling’, “ Luna said while using her fingers to make air quotes, “and ended up taking the place of those two?”

“Hmm… pretty much yeah,” replied Dameon to the Lunar Princess.

“I hate to cut this conversation short, but I need to lower the sun and you need raise the moon Lulu, and then we need to find our guests here some rooms,” Celestia quickly said to keep any more conversations from springing up. All parties involved in the dinner had completely finished their meal and were fully satisfied.

“Alright Tia, “ they all stood up from the table and Luna’s and Celestia’s horns began to glow while they looked up through the glass on the ceiling allowing the light through, and the light from the sun slowly faded away giving way to the soft glow of the moon’s rays. Celestia then looked over to Marcus and Dameon and started speaking to them.

“Okay you two, I feel we can trust you enough to allow you both a room in the castle. We will continue this conversation in the morning, so please allow yourselves to be well rested. This guard will escort you to your rooms.” She had waved a guard posted at the doors over to them and gave him his orders once she was done speaking.

“This isn’t really necessary, but thank you nonetheless. My brother and I will speak to you in the morning goodnight Celestia, Luna,” replied Marcus with a nod of his head in the direction of the each of the sisters.

“Yes, I enjoyed the meal and hope to talk to you both again soon, have a good night,” Dameon said. As they were being escorted out of the dining hall doors Celestia turned to Luna and began to speak.

“They definitely are two interesting beings Lulu. Let’s go to sleep as well, I’m looking forward to the rest of their story, and I want to be well rested for it.”

“Okay Tia, let’s go. I had a most enjoyable day today, and I too wish to be well rested for tomorrow.” And with that statement the regal sisters began their walk to their bed chambers to rest for the night, and think on what Dameon and Marcus had told them.