Life Of A Human

After losing the timberwolves by the skin of your pants, by closing the heavy door of an old castle. Anon is currently taking heavy breaths in and out, trying to calm down, thanks to those damn fillies, you were tied up to a chair being interrogated, running from an angry mob of ponies and run for your life from the wood wolves. Cursing under his breath, he starts looking around at the castle, as the two fillies start to follow him into the castle, with there filly friend on their backs. The patio as some people call the room that you enter before the building it self, is a sight to be hold. The top half of the room is completely gone, either by collapsing to the floor or by other means. The walls that still remain for all things considering is rather in good condition. The floor seems to be made of marble or some stone like that, is dark silver now, but in its hay day (pun intended) ago guesses that it was either white or at least a light sliver / grey. The wall are made from something anon can't quiet put his finger on, but its a dark blue, naive blue in fact. There are greenery or plants or weeds what ever you personally call them climbing up the walls and groaning through the floor. Their appears to be seats / benches, but they have long since collapsed and have small holes in them, like someone played darts with them, which indicated that the benches / seats had wood worm at some point. The bits of glass windows have patterns on them and seem to have pictures of events as well, but if there true or not, anon has no idea. At the end of the room is two spiral staircases in a circular room of their own, exactly like the clique of the castles in cartoons and stuff like that were it leads to for example a dudgeon. At in the middle of the two spiral staircases is a double door frame, I say frame because one door is on the floor, and the other is hanging on for dear life, but it could give any minute now. They are no where near as big as the entrance doors, but still pretty big, probably at 9 foot doors.

You can see into the room behind the double door room, there are small stairs, then a landing then more stairs that lead into what you guess to be a dinning hall, which probably had a lot of parties in the day which a lot of those ponies in them. But its to dark in there to see anything else. So anon looks between the two spiral staircases, using the old technique and all knowing ups dips do technique. Taking the left staircase, anon started to climbing, leaving the fillies looking around the entrance and looking after their friend. After what felt like for ever, painting, anon comes to a big door, probably roughly at 14 feet high. Its was painted white more than likely but has lost its colour or most of it anyway, and there is a marking in the middle, but its faint and loosing bits of it but it appears to be a sun or maybe a flower? Walking up to the door and putting a hand on it, its very cold. Guessing that it should be easy to push open seeing as what the rest of the castle is like, but it wasn't going to be as easy as that. It wouldn't move even a 10th of a centimetre, even when using all his might and weight. Damn, for a falling apart castle that room is still probably air tight and in very good shape. But it still doesn't change the fact that anon had come up all that way for nothing, kick the door in anger and instantly regretting it and cursing like there is now tomorrow. Anon heats back down the stairs, after about 5 minutes reaching the bottom, anon sighs and heads to the other staircase. Mumbling under his breath (it better not be another dead end or I'm going to scream) and the ponies following suit, carrying there friend. This time it took even longer than the other one, probably because anon is tired and hungry, that or its higher up.

Finally reaching the top painting like a dog and sweat stains on you're clothing back and under arm pits. Anon rests by bending down and leaning on his legs. After a few minutes of resting, anon looks at the door that stood tall and proud. Unlike the other door, this door is painted very dark blue, between naive blue and black. The marking is a little worse that the other, but instead of being a sun or flower, this one is what appears to be the moon, not a full moon, round about half or little less. But there is a hair line fracture going down the middle of the door, upon closer look it turns on not to be a fracture at all. Using the same force as trying to open the other door, it slowly but surely creaks and moans under the pressure, until it's slowly opens. Revealing what appears to be a very big bed chamber, the bed it self is in rather good condition, considering, but probably has bed bugs and other insects in it. The room it self is in bad condition, not as bad as the patio / entrance but not as good as you would think it was going to be. The room is as dark as the door with hints of lighter blues here and there, and the floor is carpet? Feels like it, but it's a light blue in colour or was rather, it darkened a bit over time and its a mess. Going to the on suite or bathroom, it actually looks like nothing has bad happened, its almost looks like its new. Going to the tap, and turning it own, theres a groan and the tap to start shaking. Suddenly a black liquid comes out, it smells and looks disgusting, but other a few seconds thankfully the water starts getting clearer and cleaner until it crystal clear. Turning the tap of, not wanting to waste good water, anon heads towards the shower / bath. Doing the same with the sink tap, ending with the same result, trying to see if the water turns hot, anon turns the dial to hot. But unfortunately the water stays cold, but understandable, hundred of years if not more, would do that to any heating system. Turning of the shower, letting out a sigh, anon goes back to the bed chamber. But something catches his eye, standing in the corner is a tall chair, made out of gold? No more likely some cheap stuff and just painted to look like gold. And the chair is not only big going up but coming out as well. "How the hell did I miss that before?" thinking to himself. On the seat bit of the chair, was padded cushions. Unlike the bed, there were not bugs or anything, the cushions were surprisingly clean, to clean intact. There had to someone here not to long ago, but if the dust is any indication, its been a long long while, maybe a few years or something. Anyway getting the dust of was rather simple and easy, sitting down on the chair, anon lets out a happy sigh and moan. The chair is comfortable as any if not more, its almost like a recliner to him, well the legs bit. But he was sitting up straight because of the back, but it was far from uncomfortable.

Two of the ponies are sitting on there hunches in a circle near the bed, shivering, and the other is laying next to them unconscious. Looking over to them anon gets up and walks over to one of the dressers. Taking off one or two doors of the hinges, then walking over near the fillies. He puts the wood on the floor in a heap. Taking a few pieces of wood on the floor that or more like twigs, he starts rubbing them together, in a quick pace for the next few minutes. The little ponies are talking to them selfs behind him. His arms start to get tired but finally his efforts are rewarded with a spark on one of the pieces of wood. Gently blowing on it, to try and get a fire started. Repeating this process a few times, because the spark left him, on the 5th attempt success strikes! The wood from the dressers starts turning on fire, giving off a very nice wave of heat. The two ponies behind him gasp lightly and start mumbling to each other saying stuff like "oh my gosh the monster knows how to make fire, I hope it's not going to eat us" and so on to that extent. Rolling his eyes, anon is looking around for something, his gaze finally rests upon something shinning under a dresser. Its a piece of metal, he then walks over to the bed and rips of some material trying no to disturb any bugs and etc if there are any in there. With the piece of metal and some material, anon walks over to the fire and puts the metal quarter way into the fire. Anon looks onto the bathroom, getting back up with a few bones cracking, he calmly walks over to the bedroom, trying not to scare the fillies. Looking in the room, he see's a small wooden bucket, inspecting the bucket, there are no holes. So trying to see just exactly how its holding up, using the shower to fill it with water, this only takes a few seconds. Walking back to the fillies, he puts the bucket next to them, looking at the orange pony laying on the ground, anon sits next to the fillies and picks up the injured pegasus and taking a close look at the injuries. Fortunaly for the filly they are not fatal injuries but still are dangerous if not treated and looked at. The two other ponies are shaking like mad, probably scared for their friend and want to get her away from the monster as they call him.

Putting her back down softly and gently as possible, anon walks back over to the fire and ripping some the material he got from the bed, and rapping it around his fingers. He picks up the metal clearly trying not to set himself on fire, then he walks over the injured filly and looks at her friends, smiling a teeth grin at them to try and assure them. He collect some water in his spear hand and pours it over the wounds and using some of the other material not being used at that tim, he cleans the area around the wound. Then he does something the fillies weren't expecting, he puts the hot metal to the injuries! even the filly uncurious feels it. Anon can tell because of the pained look on her face. He does this to all the wounds and then filially throwing the metal away, he takes the rest of the metrical and rapper it around the wounds and ties them in a knot. "Not exactly the best, but it will do till tomorrow" saying to himself in his head. Looking over to the fire, anon nods and picking up the injured filly much to the the other two fillies discomfort, he gently puts her next to the fire. Smiling back to the two other fillies, trying not to give off any other emotion, he walks over to the chair and gets comfy. To say the two fillies weren't relieved and shocked that friend is ok and not being eaten or roasted over the fire, they slowly walk over to their friend while looking at the monster. But the monster doesn't even budge when they get to their friend.

A few hours later the fillies are next to each other fast asleep. Even though anon was never really a pony person or horse. Even he can admit they are kind of cute. But them again there are hardly any creature out there that are kids / children / foals / what ever else, that when are a sleep are cute. But then again some times that is just a trick to trying and get there pray to come closer and then finally snap when they to close. With a smile on his face, anon goes to dreamland.

The next morning anon is first to wake up, lazily walking to the bathroom, doing his best impression of a zombie on the hunt for brains. Turning on the sink tap, he cups his hands and washes his face. Taking a look in the mirror, he is a bit surprised with the man in the mirror (on a side note an awesome song!). With a few brushes here and their, mud and dirt in other places and one or two cuts, and his hair is a mess and his beard has started to grow out. It would be hardly noticeable to other people though, just as much hair as a teenager that just has hit puberty. Walking out the bathroom towards the fillies, he picks them up trying not to awake them. The yellow filly is over his right shoulder while the other two are sound a sleep in his arms. He decided to take them to the village he saw, or to the edge of it and try get some ponies attention on the fillies from a safe distance away. Luckily for the human, the trip was uneventful, probably even to quite, he didn't like the feeling. But after 10 minute walk he was out of the Forrest, and slowly descending on the town / village. Placing the fillies in a huddle next to each other, the human walks over to a tree about 20 yards away, picking up a stone next to the tree, he throws it hardest as he can, but it only just miss his target, trying 2 more times failing miserably, he moans and face palms. Giving it one last try before thinking of something else, picking up a stone again and throws it, this time its on the right track, and....... SUCCESS! The stone goes through a window of some un-expecting pony's house window. Hiding behind the tree it only takes a minute or two for the owner of the building to come outside with a expression that could kill, until the pony see's the fillies laying on the group, especially the injured orange Pegasus. Looking around for anyone, but giving up after a while, the pony rushes of to somewhere out of eye sight, and 30 seconds later more ponies come running and the pick up the fillies and rush of to a hospital more than like anon thinks to himself. Sighing happily that they are in good hands or hooves, even though they caused anon nothing but trouble, they are only kids after all. And try all he might, but he was never a fighter or violent person, he rather take the pain rather than someone else. Well, part from the people he hated, but if he would help them if they ask.

Walking back through the Everfree forest was uneventful until he heard a sound behind him. Stopping dead in his tracks, shift as a piece of concrete, he slowly turns around. The sight that meet him, almost made him cap himself, almost. There stood another mythical creature, not as tall as him but taller than the ponies was a griffon. The bigger than normal eagle head, a lions body complete with wings, with claws of a lion at the back and an eagle claws at the front, it was a sight to be hold. But the thing that was the most intimidating was the griffon was wearing armour and had a sword is its claws. It had a smirk across its beak, and was looking at the human never leaving his eyes. Then the griffon said

"Run along creature, we want a good hunt" in an evil tone. This only helped anon to be more scared and panicky. But eventually his legs started to move and once again anon was running for his life, can this day get any worse!