Interview with an Immortalby Captain Storm DashChaptersAssassination of SombraHow it all StartedThe Problem with MarriageRoyal AffiliationsPrologueAssassination of Sombra March the nineteenth, 1917. Gryphon Squad was sent on a mission to the Crystal Empire to assassinate King Sombra. Those included on the mission were Sgt. Sky Quake, Lt. Spitfire ( the First, there's more than one Spitfire), Cpl. Fifty Caliber, and myself, Captain Rainbow Storm Dash. The mission was stationed in the middle of a battleground. Artillery shells were exploding all around us as we made our way to the castle. One of Sombra's loyalists pulled a knife and jumped me. I struggled to keep him off as the blade inched closer and closer to my belly. Finally, one my troops came and pulled him off, then stabbed him. I got back up and picked up my .44 Magnum double-action revolver. I was going to need it and its magic-infused bullets eventually. Fifty Cal picked up a second Thompson SMG off a dead soldier, saluted the stallion's body, then used it and his own Thompson to provide cover fire as we made a mad dash for the castle doors. I bucked down one of the side entrances and marched in with a Colt 1911, then shot two guards. We took the stairwell up to the fifth floor, where Sombra was located. Sky Quake covered our six as Spitty placed her hoof on the door gently, while I set mine on her shoulder. I pointed my revolver over her shoulder and said, "You fillies ready?" Spitfire kicked down the door, and I used my position and wing power to leap over her and fired four rounds, one striking a mare blocking the way, the others hitting the king dead on in the forehead. We went to see if the magical rounds had worked. Sure enough, that bastard was dead as a door nail. Thank heavens. I then saw a small grey figure slip past my peripheral vision. I whipped around to see her just as she rounded the corner of the room. "Captain?" I ignored Spitfire's concern and galloped out of the room. I chased this grey mare down the stairwell. "Hey, you!" I called. She ignored me and kept going. "Stop!" But of course, she kept galloping. Eventually, I chased her out a door into an open field. There, I had her. No one in the EDF could beat me in a race, not even the Wonderbolts. I bolted out the exit and took the skies, my humongous, powerful wings propelling me to seventy miles an hour, easy. It was only ten seconds before I overbore her. I grabbed her by the ankle and brought her to the grass, where I held her in a lock, with her demanding I let her go. Not gonna happen. "Why were you running?!" I screamed. "Let go of me!" Of course. First thing they do after you ask 'em something is demand to be released. "Answer my question! Why were you running?!" She kept squirming in my grasp. "Please," she cried. "I don't wanna die!" Wait, what? Am I really that scary when I'm angry? "I'm not going to hurt you! Just please, answer my question!" "You were going to shoot me!" I should have asked her what she was on and where I could get it... "What?! I wasn't-- No! " "You shot my mother!" I paused for a moment and sighed. "Your mother jumped in the way. She was aiding and abiding a criminal of war and a public menace. " It was then that I realised who this filly was. The youngest daughter of the late King Sombra. You see, five years ago, Sombra's eldest son and daughter were captured and executed for high treason, mass murder, and affiliation with a traitor. And this filly? She looked like her father beat her every day for fun. I wouldn't have put it past him. It appeared as though her mother was the only one she cared two licks about. "Why did you shoot my father?" She asked weakly. I turned to face her and get a better look at her. My Celestia, she was beautiful. In a sexy, naughty sort of way... She had grey fur and a jet black mane with dark green highlights that was spiky and came forward in front of her face, a style many future DJs would adopt. Her eyes were a deep purple, but I could have sworn they were a bright red not too long ago. I noticed she had a stump of what appeared to be made of bone on her forehead. A horn, maybe? No... Impossible... She also looked like she was no older than fifteen. Shit, and I'm thirty-two. Well, there goes that relationship. "Your father... Was a bad stallion. My squad was sent to kill him." I swear, the moment I released my grip, she squeezed me tight. I was shocked. "Thank you, she murmered. "What?" "I hated him. He would beat me for the simplest mistakes, he would sometimes lock me up in the dungeons, and he made me fight in the arena once... I barely made it out of there with my life. My sanity was another thing." She pressed her face against my fur. "You're so warm.." I chuckled. "It's a pegasus thing." She looked at my tags, then at me. "Thank you Captain Dash... for getting me out of there. I don't know what's going to happen to me now, but I'm glad I'm out of there." I stood up off of my haunches. "Well, we'd best get moving. It's not safe here, not 'til the shellings have stopped. " I had just set her down when I felt a sharp tug in my gut. I looked down to see two green crystal hooves holding a blade in my right kidney. I watched as my crimson-red blood spilled over the steel blade, onto my cyan fur and his sinister hooves. I lifted my chin up to look at the filly. I tried to say something, but blood spewed from my mouth instead of words. The last thing I remembered was her screaming and jumping at the bastard who stabbed me, and then my vision got fuzzy. Everything went white, black and every other colour, and nothing all at the same time. I was bleeding out in the middle of a war zone. And the fight was already won. How it all StartedSo, Captian Dash, why is it you were selected to die? Was there something you had done wrong? I never thought that of all ponies, they would come for me. What did I do wrong? I was to be kidnapped and killed for the sake of others. But why? I had already contributed to society so much! I was a Wonderbolt, I entertained the crowd! I got to live my passion of flying! I worked in the weather factories, creating storms, which were crucial to farmland. I'm active duty military personnel, defending Equestria's borders, the liberty of the citizens, and fightning for just causes! And yet, I was to be taken and slaughtered, used to make a rainbow, a trivial and useless thing? Sure, I may be a Rainbow Dash, but that didn't mean I thought we needed rainbows! Rainbows will come along naturally if you look at the science behind them! But no, I had to die. Little did I realise that it was vital that I died. My death was a fixed point in time, and it didn't matter how I died, just so long as I did. I wish that they hadn't known that. I wish that my younger sister, Thunder Dash, hadn't known that. I was responsible for one thing, one thing I would never let myself live down. I was responsible for the death of my parents. It all started when my dad was reactivated and scheduled to be deployed again. * * * I was furious, beyond furious. The moment after he ended our argument and slammed the door behind him, I stormed outside (no pun intended) and began working on creating my passion: storms. I began circling our 84 acre estate, something my father had purchased during his Wonderbolt days. I guess you could say our entire family was made up of Wonderbolts, military, or both. Any-ways, I began flying at top speed, making lap after lap around the centre of our back yard. It wasn't long before I was creating a spiralling up-draft. It began sucking up the water, the grass, the clouds, the trees, everything. I had successfully created my first tornado. When my father looked up at the sky, he saw the massive cloud and bolted to our home. He had tried to convince me to stop. I wasn't sure I could if I wanted to. So, I moved with the storm. He tried to make it to the house to wake up Firefly, my mother. She got up, but when they stepped outside to see if they could veer tornado elsewhere (which, I might admit, even for a pegasus, that's retarded as hell), they were sucked up. After a while, I grew tired. The tornado was already half way across our neighbourhood, which was ruined. Houses were torn to shreds, the pavement was broken into pieces, and there was no vegetation left, whatsoever. But that was the least of my worries. I looked down as I descended, and there they were, their hideous corpses, splayed all over the street. I dropped to my haunches in front of what was left of them and still recognisable. No, I thought, This can't be happening! The police and rescue teams had showed up, and they had to tear me away from my parents. I wouldn't let them take my parents from me. Never. * * * I never was able to get over it. The worst part is that Thunder Dash, Rainbow Lightning Dash's twin, had seen the whole thing from her bedroom window. She ran away, and later, I found out where she went. She had found out about my fate, and decided to finally take her revenge. Since the Factory archives contained the time tables of the deadline for every death in the universe (they had discovered an alien technology and stolen it), they knew when every pony was to die. They took advantage of that, and made a point to capture every one they could and use them. My sister had taken advantage of that as well. She had a trick up her sleeve to get revenge. She escaped and told me that I was being hunted. I foolishly believed her, and because of it, time was upset, and so I am now no longer able to die since I missed the end of my timeline. I failed to conclude my story, if you will. I sort of saw this as a fit punishment... not exactly. It was stupid for them to tell her what would happen, and horrible of her to take her revenge. But, forty years later, I had the last laugh. I stayed young while she grew old and weary, and could no longer handle the Factory's brutal work requirements. So, they ended her. As for my other sister, Rainbow Lightning Dash, the one you are so commonly knowledgeable of, one of the four-time-saviours of Equestria, died at the age seventy-three, from a flight accident. I always told her to never trust an old mare's bones. So, what does it feel like to experience loss? Are you now understanding what you will have to go through in future centuries to come? You've got no idea. It's horrible. To sit and watch as someone special to you dies. It tore me up so many times. And yes, I do fully understand all the sh*t I'm going to be in through out in the rest of my eternal life. And how did you cope with these losses? I drank. A lot. I'd find somebody else who was still there to comfort me.. Sometimes I'd find a completely new pony.. And get in a relationship.. I'd often turn to some pony whom I had love and affection for.. And ask for intimacy. Sometimes, though... If it was someone whom I had to strong of feelings for.. I would make attempts on my life. They always failed. What does it feel like to die and come back? Like having an electric shock pulse through your body, then suddenly to wake up from a nightmare, gasping instead of screaming. Then, any wound that you died from or that you had at the time suddenly stitches and mends it self, never even leaving a scar. It's painful, in a way. So is dying. Have you ever been dead long enough to know what to look forward to? No, not really. My time til resurrection never lasts longer than five minutes. As far as I'm concerned, despite what the a Princesses have promised, there's nothing. and if there was nothing, would you rather be glad you couldn't die? Suppose you could put it that way. Nothing would get boring very quickly. The Problem with MarriageSo, what all did you do for the next fifty or so years of your life after you discovered your problem? Well, the first thing I did after about a year was quit the EDF. I then decided to apply for the Wonderbolts. Of course it went well-- I was famous for my speed and wing power, not to mention my actual wings. These bad boys are larger than, yes, the royal wings of Celestia herself. The way I got them that way was through extreme exercise, body building, toning, and genetics. Most of my mother's family were earth ponies, so I inherited their think, dense bones. Naturally, my wings would have to be able to carry my weight somehow, lest they be useless, so they adapted to my physique. But anyways, when I applied for the Wonderbolts, it only took about four days of processing before I had the job. Hell, they didn't even put me through training since I already studied and knew the bulk of their techniques. I also developed my own moves, and taught to my inferiors. You see, it wasn't long before I became their captain, only about seven months. This was relatively unheard of, but I did it. My former lieutenant, Spitfire, also decided she would try getting in. She was accepted after a few months, and I personally promoted her to my wing pony, and we became tighter and faster friends every day. It was then I realized that she wanted to be more than friends. I felt the same way. It had started after our fifth tour together. We had just gotten back to Cloudsdale when I asked her out. I had taken her to one of the finest restaurants I knew of, Sunset's Garden. The food was remarkable, as always, but it was after that counted. We were standing on a bridge, looking down on a thin river. I had decided that before we went home to our weekend break, I wanted to leave my mark and show her I was interested in this relationship. I turned to the mare, called her name softly, and brushed some hair out of her face as she turned to me. I gazed into her eyes, combed my hoof through to the back of her head, pulled her to me, leaned in, and planted my lips firmly on hers. I could feel her blush, feel her melt into my forelegs as I wrapped them around her. I stood about four inches taller than her on hind legs, and used that to my advantage as I pushed my tongue against her teeth. She gently opened her mouth, and our tongues danced together. She moaned into my mouth as we continued for another minute before finally parting lips. This was probably the second mare I had ever gotten in a relationship with and wanted to keep it that way for as long as possible. The only other mare I fell for was a friend from high school. I was fifteen then, and we kept it together through our senior year. I was going to propose to her, but she died from a street mugging. I wasn't able to defend her. The bastards had stabbed me in the gut and shot her, then ran off with whatever they could find on her corpse while I lay bleeding out in an alley, barely able to breathe as blood flowed from my abdomen. Spitfire and I.. Our dating relationship hadn't lasted quite as long. I had finally married her after three years. What an idiot I was to think we could lead a happy life together. I never even told her my deepest secret. My inability to die. She also wasn't the first mare I had my way with. The one from high school beat her to it. But she didn't care. So long as she was deflowered by me and no pony else, it was fine. After a while, she had gotten pregnant. We waited about 322 days, which was usual. The foal, though.. It was a colt. He inherited her burning orange eyes and golden coat, but with a darker tint. His mane was blue, with rainbow tips. "He's got your tips," she laughed. Indeed he did. We decided to name him Rainbow Fire Dash. Raising him was interesting, though. The day he could fly, we were teaching him all we knew. We made him work out his wings and tone his body, so that he would be a powerful flyer like us one day. He was a rebellious youth, and often got in trouble at school. But he was practically a genius, "like me," according to my wife. Did I tell you I graduated from the Cloudsdale University for Gifted Minds? Well, I did. When he was about thirteen, I decided to introduce him to guns. I taught him everything about handguns, shotguns, assault rifles, you name it! When he completed his training, I promised him something special for his fourteenth. When that day arrived, I had given him his very own M-24 and a Glock 17. He was never able to finish telling me how grateful and happy he was, he was so excited. He and those guns had a history of their own. It was when Spitfire was about 54 when she realised something was off about me. She wondered why it appeared I hadn't aged a bit, while she had. I told her it was because I was part earth pony, and she bought it for about fifteen years. Then she say me down at the kitchen table for a talk. "Why is it I have grey in my mane and yet you, a stallion five years older than me, looks like he's twenty-five? What's up with you, Stormy?" I sat and sighed. I finally saw that this was it. I wouldn't be able to stay with her forever. She would die, and so would Fire. So would Soarin. So would every one else I knew. Then, I told her to excuse me for a moment. She sat there in anxiety and frustration hidden by her best poker face, but I was no fool. I could tell someone's emotions by the look in their eyes. I marched up to our bedroom, opened up the gun vault, and selected my .44 from the assassination mission back in '17. I then trotted downstairs and placed the gun on the table and and sat down. "What is this?" She spoke angrily. "A revolver? Is that supposed to answer my question?" She began to raise her voice. "What the hell is this, Stormy? You think this is funny?!" I then picked up the revolve with my left hoof. "Stormy, what the fuck you doing?! Put that down, Stormy!!" BANG. I fell over onto the kitchen tile as blood sprayed from the back of my skull and gave the walls a fresh new coat of paint. Everything turned to nothing, and that was the last I remembered before an all-too familiar feeling set over me. My spine suddenly arched upwards as I sucked in a gallon of air and choked on it all. The hole in my head pieced itself back together in front of Spitfire's eyes as I sat up and gave her the serious stare. She quivered as she teared up. "What.. What are you?" That was all I would let her say before I removed my gold necklace with her feather clasped onto it and set it on the table. She knew what this meant. I knew what this meant. All pegasi knew what this meant. I wanted a divorce. "I won't sit and watch you grow old and die while I stay young. That's cruelness towards you and torture to me. I will not stand by while you slowly die before me. I've seen too many die in seventy five years. Too many. I won't watch you die, too. Not you. I love you too much. This is for both of us, because I know you'll be too weak to do it. I'll schedule an appointment with a judge and we can get our papers by tomorrow. They'll separate us for three months, and then, it's final." I could barely understand her through her sobs. "I don't understand! How are you still alive!?" "I'm sorry I never told you. I wanted this to last as long as possible. I'm a fixed point in time. I can't die because I didn't die like I was supposed to forty-three years ago. No matter what I do, I will always come back to life. But you won't. You will die one way or another, and there is not a damn thing I can do. So, to end the pain, I'm ending our marriage and our bond. I'm sorry, Spitfire." I spoke with very little emotion, seldom showing a tad of anger as I said "damn". She dried up her tears quickly and gathered her composure. "Alright." After our divorce, and when my forty-something year old son decided he would support his mother for the rest of her life, my forty years of fun and excitement mixed with sadness and tragedy began. I vowed never to marry another mortal mare again. But that didn't mean I wouldn't have my way with them. For the next forty years, I lived. Royal AffiliationsSo, you appear to have many affiliations with royalty on a regular basis. What about your first sixty or so years, before your ability became renowned? Well, I guess you could say I did find some pony I could fall in love with and stay with. And who was that? Princess Luna, ruler of the night. She had been flying through Cloudsdale on business, when she had sprained a muscle in her wing and fallen. I saw her from my perch high above the city, and dove down as fast as I could. I had broken the sound barrier moments before I caught her, creating a massive explosion of colour. She looked up into my eyes as I held her. "Are you alright, your majesty?" "Yes. We-- I-- am alright. Thank you." I set her back on her hooves when she looked back at me. "Your eyes... They speak volumes. Your body is so young.. But your eyes are much older." I frowned slightly. Was she going to realise, too, my problem, and then give me sympathy? I didn't know yet. "Pray tell, what is your name, good pegasus?" She asked of me. "Captain Storm Dash of the Wonderbolts," I replied. "How old are you?" "Thirty-two," I lied. She could sense something in me. I was subconsciously doing my best to show her I was lying. "Do not lie to me, Captain. How old are you?" Given that we were in public and I was having to raise my voice slightly so she could hear me, I didn't want everyone around me to hear what I was going to say and look at me like a freak. I leaned forward into her ear and whispered, "Eighty-three and half." She looked shocked at first. "Let us go to my hotel room. I wish to speak with you more on this." I obliged and followed her to her room at the Lucky Dragon Inn. I climbed up I after her to the penthouse and entered after her. She sat down on the sofa and bade me to join her. "Tell me, Captain, how is it you look so youthful?" "In all honesty, your majesty, " I began. "I am a fixed point in time. I didn't die on the day and at the time I was supposed to, according to the universe, so now I am not allowed to die at all. I will "die" from wounds and poison and such, but every time, I am brought back by some unknown force and my body heals itself." "I see. I take it you are quite a..." She paused, acting as though it was a touchy subject. "A lonely stallion." I sighed. "Indeed, I am. I had many sweethearts, and was a lover like no other, and even married once. But when I realised that I couldn't die, I vowed never to marry another mortal mare. That didn't mean I didn't have my way with a fair few, if you catch my drift, but never would I propose. You, Celestia, Twilight and Cadance are the only other immortals I know of. Cadence is married, Twilight lives far from here, and you and Celestia have to raise the sun and moon. You are always taxed and besides, you're royalty. I'm a Pegasus, a ruffian who loves nothing more than freedom, and one who has seen more pain than any mortal could imagine. I've given up trying to find anybody, to be honest. I just--" She cut me off with the most pleasant surprise ever. She had grabbed me by the cheeks, pulled me forward, and locked her lips with my mine. I was going to simply melt into her, when I remembered that I was the male and I should take dominance. So I did. I added a bit more force into the kiss as our tongues danced together. When we finally parted, she said, "I would love to fill the void in your life, if only you would fill mine." I nodded. Then, things got heated. She sort of opened her self up, and I obliged. * * * It was about two in the morning when we finally came up for air. Luna struck me as a hard ride. She rode me pretty hard, too. Then she told me that with being the princess of the night, you get dominion over the many rituals of the night, lovemaking being one of them. That explained a lot. We had gone for about seven hours, taken a break, then tried another position. She eventually gave up after about twelve hours, but I kept going. When I saw she couldn't take it anymore, I let up. I could have kept going. Not like I need to sleep or anything. I finally saw it. This was it. This was the mare I could be with forever. I actually succeeded in not only finding the perfect one, but allowing her to find me. I could be with her. Forever. But it would be short-lived after two years. Society would try to put us to shame, because although we both were good ponies and well known, I was no royal figure, and her sister was overly protective. After we were forced to break up, I vowed revenge against Celestia. I hated her, and I still do. She would pay for this act against love, the f*cking hypocrite. She would pay somehow. So, I take it you and Celestia are at odds with each other? "At odds?" That doesn't begin to describe it. I hate her guts. Even now, four-hundred something years after Luna and I were split up, I still am holding a grudge. But it's not as big. Now that I'm married. And who is your spouse? You know that filly I told you about that was the daughter of Sombra? Well, turns out she was only a year younger than me, and I was right. She was an alicorn. That was a stump of a broken horn I saw on her forehead, hidden by her mane. It's hardly visible now, it was shaved down so that it wouldn't be a bother, but she can still use it. She still has magic, just that her spells take less time to cast. Her name is Amelia. Amelia Cross. Well, now it's Amelia Dash since she had it changed, but you get the picture. So, how did you two meet up again? I was feeling down, and I saw that I had gone through another generation of friends who were all dying out, so I wanted to see if maybe I was right and maybe she was still alive. So, I looked her up in the archives with Luna's permission. What I found was a relief. She was still alive, and actually lived only about half a mile from my estate. I sought her out, and when she looked at me, she couldn't believe her eyes. All these years, she thought her savior was dead. That he had died out on a battlefield and that was the last she would ever see of him. In a way, she was right. I did die. I died physically, and I died inside. I thought my life was over. And then I saw it wasn't. So she opens her door and falls to her haunches. I lower myself to her level and put a hoof on her cheek. "Hey," I said. "Haven't forgotten about me, now have you?" "Of course not, Storm Dash. I would never forget about you." "You know, you act like you've seen a ghost, but you'd think with someone as famous as I am, you'd at least know I'm alive!" "I am not truly connected to the outside world. I simply go out every once in a while to fetch food and necessities. Otherwise, I live alone. I've had several stallions whom I've gotten to know very well make attempt at courting me, but I always turn them down. You see, Storm Dash, ever since that day, when I thought you had died, I felt empty. I could never stop thinking about you, your kind smile, your soft but strong tone, your firm grip... Your warm fur... "I was attracted to you, Captain. I will be honest. I felt something for you. You were the first kind soul I had come to meet for ages. My mother was simply there to comfort me when my father's beatings got out of hoof. She still loved and cared about him more than me, and most of the time took his side, but she would sympathise with me on occasion because she was afraid of him as well. "On nights when he got drunk, he'd abuse her and force her to have intercourse with him, and then he'd beat me, and she would come into my room afterwards, smelling of sweat and sex and alcohol, and she would try comforting me. On occasion, I would run away to a friend's home, but once my father discovered where I was and who I was with, he would have them tortured to death, raped if they were female, and then executed. "Sombra was a stallion who deserved his fate which you delivered. I was grateful for that, and I have always felt I owed you. And yet, I had this feeling for you, and I wanted you, despite knowing I had done not a thing for you in return for your actions. I wanted you so badly... To comfort me when I felt alone... And to this day I still want you... I never wanted you to die.... I had only known you for a brief twenty minutes before you were slain before my eyes. I killed your murderer, and I wept at your body. But a group of soldiers came and separated me from you. "I was taken prisoner, seen as one of Sombra's followers, given that I was kin. I was tried for treason against the Empire. However, I was found innocent on the grounds that I, too, was a victim of Sombra's tyranny. I knew what the "punishment" would have been had they seen me as guilty, and that could only be death. I would have loved to have died if it meant I was to be with you in the next world. "However, I did not die, and so I saw that as a sign to keep on with my life, hoping that maybe you hadn't died. Up until now, I was convinced I was only lying to myself to keep my withering sanity together." The mare's words stunned me. I sat there in shock for a moment before leaning forward and kissing her. "Amelia... You don't have to wait anymore. I'm here now. I'm alive. I will be forever. I will never leave you... Because I don't have a choice. And even if I did, I wouldn't. I would stay. Because... Amelia Cross..." I paused for a brief moment, considering my choices, my words, before saying what I would. "I am in love with you. I have been since the day I met you and the day I died. I never got the chance to talk to you again because I could never find you. And when I realised my inability to perish, I had thought that it would have never worked out, and that by now, at the age of one hundred-seventeen, you would have been long dead by now. I thought that you would have been out of my reach and gone forever and that I would never be able to tell you my feelings for you. How beautiful you were to me... The day I met you.. And today... And how beautiful you will be forever. Now, I don't give a damn about how you choose to react to what I have said, because it wouldn't matter much to me so long as you were happy, but please, Amelia... Stay with me... I've been alone for too long..." I hugged her tight. She hugged back with equal force. Let's take it slow, I thought. I wanted this to last. I didn't want to rush it. I take things at my own pace. And I like to go slow with relationships. That's when she said the gut-wrenching words that I was waiting for. Her mouth opened slightly and she whispered gently into my ear, "Storm Dash... I am in love with you too." There we go. This mare has made my day. PrologueThank you for deciding to allow the Cloud Chronicle to do a report on you, Captain Dash. So, to start with this interview, what was your first thought about immortality before you became what you are today? I used to think immortality was impossible. Boy, was I wrong. When I looked around me, I realized there were two immortals living in our everyday lives; Princesses Celestia and Luna. They were immortal. Granted, they could be killed physically, but they never died old age or disease. But any material weapon could kill them, if their guard was let down. It was something that I found a little upsetting. But one day I realized they had it easy. 97 years ago, I was supposed to die strapped down to a lab table, to have the fibre of my being, my very soul ripped from me and be made into a beautiful spectrum of colours. However, due to the fact that I was warned, and naturally wished to preserve my life, I prepared myself. After the day passed, my hunters gave up pursuit. It would be too late. This is why no one is allowed out of that wretched facility. However, eventually, I did die, three weeks later. But the results were... Strange... I had suffered a serious stab wound out on the battlefield. Just when the doctors were about to resuscitate me, I came back, and my body jump-started again, and I was up and running. I won't tell you everything that happened yet, I don't want to spoil anything. Instead, I will start with the day I was given a mission by the Equestria Defence Force. Sixty years went by. Those were they most exciting sixty years of my life. Of course, after about a year of not dying, I realized there was not much I could do, and so I just started living for one-night stands and wars. I occasionally had a long term relationship, but no matter how hard I tried, they always ended in tears after they realized what I was. And then I realized I could never live with anyone forever. Only the princesses. And we already know why that would never happen. So, I gave up trying to find somebody to love. Until one fateful day, sixty years after I was sent to assassinate the mighty King Sombra the Terrible.
Assassination of Sombra March the nineteenth, 1917. Gryphon Squad was sent on a mission to the Crystal Empire to assassinate King Sombra. Those included on the mission were Sgt. Sky Quake, Lt. Spitfire ( the First, there's more than one Spitfire), Cpl. Fifty Caliber, and myself, Captain Rainbow Storm Dash. The mission was stationed in the middle of a battleground. Artillery shells were exploding all around us as we made our way to the castle. One of Sombra's loyalists pulled a knife and jumped me. I struggled to keep him off as the blade inched closer and closer to my belly. Finally, one my troops came and pulled him off, then stabbed him. I got back up and picked up my .44 Magnum double-action revolver. I was going to need it and its magic-infused bullets eventually. Fifty Cal picked up a second Thompson SMG off a dead soldier, saluted the stallion's body, then used it and his own Thompson to provide cover fire as we made a mad dash for the castle doors. I bucked down one of the side entrances and marched in with a Colt 1911, then shot two guards. We took the stairwell up to the fifth floor, where Sombra was located. Sky Quake covered our six as Spitty placed her hoof on the door gently, while I set mine on her shoulder. I pointed my revolver over her shoulder and said, "You fillies ready?" Spitfire kicked down the door, and I used my position and wing power to leap over her and fired four rounds, one striking a mare blocking the way, the others hitting the king dead on in the forehead. We went to see if the magical rounds had worked. Sure enough, that bastard was dead as a door nail. Thank heavens. I then saw a small grey figure slip past my peripheral vision. I whipped around to see her just as she rounded the corner of the room. "Captain?" I ignored Spitfire's concern and galloped out of the room. I chased this grey mare down the stairwell. "Hey, you!" I called. She ignored me and kept going. "Stop!" But of course, she kept galloping. Eventually, I chased her out a door into an open field. There, I had her. No one in the EDF could beat me in a race, not even the Wonderbolts. I bolted out the exit and took the skies, my humongous, powerful wings propelling me to seventy miles an hour, easy. It was only ten seconds before I overbore her. I grabbed her by the ankle and brought her to the grass, where I held her in a lock, with her demanding I let her go. Not gonna happen. "Why were you running?!" I screamed. "Let go of me!" Of course. First thing they do after you ask 'em something is demand to be released. "Answer my question! Why were you running?!" She kept squirming in my grasp. "Please," she cried. "I don't wanna die!" Wait, what? Am I really that scary when I'm angry? "I'm not going to hurt you! Just please, answer my question!" "You were going to shoot me!" I should have asked her what she was on and where I could get it... "What?! I wasn't-- No! " "You shot my mother!" I paused for a moment and sighed. "Your mother jumped in the way. She was aiding and abiding a criminal of war and a public menace. " It was then that I realised who this filly was. The youngest daughter of the late King Sombra. You see, five years ago, Sombra's eldest son and daughter were captured and executed for high treason, mass murder, and affiliation with a traitor. And this filly? She looked like her father beat her every day for fun. I wouldn't have put it past him. It appeared as though her mother was the only one she cared two licks about. "Why did you shoot my father?" She asked weakly. I turned to face her and get a better look at her. My Celestia, she was beautiful. In a sexy, naughty sort of way... She had grey fur and a jet black mane with dark green highlights that was spiky and came forward in front of her face, a style many future DJs would adopt. Her eyes were a deep purple, but I could have sworn they were a bright red not too long ago. I noticed she had a stump of what appeared to be made of bone on her forehead. A horn, maybe? No... Impossible... She also looked like she was no older than fifteen. Shit, and I'm thirty-two. Well, there goes that relationship. "Your father... Was a bad stallion. My squad was sent to kill him." I swear, the moment I released my grip, she squeezed me tight. I was shocked. "Thank you, she murmered. "What?" "I hated him. He would beat me for the simplest mistakes, he would sometimes lock me up in the dungeons, and he made me fight in the arena once... I barely made it out of there with my life. My sanity was another thing." She pressed her face against my fur. "You're so warm.." I chuckled. "It's a pegasus thing." She looked at my tags, then at me. "Thank you Captain Dash... for getting me out of there. I don't know what's going to happen to me now, but I'm glad I'm out of there." I stood up off of my haunches. "Well, we'd best get moving. It's not safe here, not 'til the shellings have stopped. " I had just set her down when I felt a sharp tug in my gut. I looked down to see two green crystal hooves holding a blade in my right kidney. I watched as my crimson-red blood spilled over the steel blade, onto my cyan fur and his sinister hooves. I lifted my chin up to look at the filly. I tried to say something, but blood spewed from my mouth instead of words. The last thing I remembered was her screaming and jumping at the bastard who stabbed me, and then my vision got fuzzy. Everything went white, black and every other colour, and nothing all at the same time. I was bleeding out in the middle of a war zone. And the fight was already won.
How it all StartedSo, Captian Dash, why is it you were selected to die? Was there something you had done wrong? I never thought that of all ponies, they would come for me. What did I do wrong? I was to be kidnapped and killed for the sake of others. But why? I had already contributed to society so much! I was a Wonderbolt, I entertained the crowd! I got to live my passion of flying! I worked in the weather factories, creating storms, which were crucial to farmland. I'm active duty military personnel, defending Equestria's borders, the liberty of the citizens, and fightning for just causes! And yet, I was to be taken and slaughtered, used to make a rainbow, a trivial and useless thing? Sure, I may be a Rainbow Dash, but that didn't mean I thought we needed rainbows! Rainbows will come along naturally if you look at the science behind them! But no, I had to die. Little did I realise that it was vital that I died. My death was a fixed point in time, and it didn't matter how I died, just so long as I did. I wish that they hadn't known that. I wish that my younger sister, Thunder Dash, hadn't known that. I was responsible for one thing, one thing I would never let myself live down. I was responsible for the death of my parents. It all started when my dad was reactivated and scheduled to be deployed again. * * * I was furious, beyond furious. The moment after he ended our argument and slammed the door behind him, I stormed outside (no pun intended) and began working on creating my passion: storms. I began circling our 84 acre estate, something my father had purchased during his Wonderbolt days. I guess you could say our entire family was made up of Wonderbolts, military, or both. Any-ways, I began flying at top speed, making lap after lap around the centre of our back yard. It wasn't long before I was creating a spiralling up-draft. It began sucking up the water, the grass, the clouds, the trees, everything. I had successfully created my first tornado. When my father looked up at the sky, he saw the massive cloud and bolted to our home. He had tried to convince me to stop. I wasn't sure I could if I wanted to. So, I moved with the storm. He tried to make it to the house to wake up Firefly, my mother. She got up, but when they stepped outside to see if they could veer tornado elsewhere (which, I might admit, even for a pegasus, that's retarded as hell), they were sucked up. After a while, I grew tired. The tornado was already half way across our neighbourhood, which was ruined. Houses were torn to shreds, the pavement was broken into pieces, and there was no vegetation left, whatsoever. But that was the least of my worries. I looked down as I descended, and there they were, their hideous corpses, splayed all over the street. I dropped to my haunches in front of what was left of them and still recognisable. No, I thought, This can't be happening! The police and rescue teams had showed up, and they had to tear me away from my parents. I wouldn't let them take my parents from me. Never. * * * I never was able to get over it. The worst part is that Thunder Dash, Rainbow Lightning Dash's twin, had seen the whole thing from her bedroom window. She ran away, and later, I found out where she went. She had found out about my fate, and decided to finally take her revenge. Since the Factory archives contained the time tables of the deadline for every death in the universe (they had discovered an alien technology and stolen it), they knew when every pony was to die. They took advantage of that, and made a point to capture every one they could and use them. My sister had taken advantage of that as well. She had a trick up her sleeve to get revenge. She escaped and told me that I was being hunted. I foolishly believed her, and because of it, time was upset, and so I am now no longer able to die since I missed the end of my timeline. I failed to conclude my story, if you will. I sort of saw this as a fit punishment... not exactly. It was stupid for them to tell her what would happen, and horrible of her to take her revenge. But, forty years later, I had the last laugh. I stayed young while she grew old and weary, and could no longer handle the Factory's brutal work requirements. So, they ended her. As for my other sister, Rainbow Lightning Dash, the one you are so commonly knowledgeable of, one of the four-time-saviours of Equestria, died at the age seventy-three, from a flight accident. I always told her to never trust an old mare's bones. So, what does it feel like to experience loss? Are you now understanding what you will have to go through in future centuries to come? You've got no idea. It's horrible. To sit and watch as someone special to you dies. It tore me up so many times. And yes, I do fully understand all the sh*t I'm going to be in through out in the rest of my eternal life. And how did you cope with these losses? I drank. A lot. I'd find somebody else who was still there to comfort me.. Sometimes I'd find a completely new pony.. And get in a relationship.. I'd often turn to some pony whom I had love and affection for.. And ask for intimacy. Sometimes, though... If it was someone whom I had to strong of feelings for.. I would make attempts on my life. They always failed. What does it feel like to die and come back? Like having an electric shock pulse through your body, then suddenly to wake up from a nightmare, gasping instead of screaming. Then, any wound that you died from or that you had at the time suddenly stitches and mends it self, never even leaving a scar. It's painful, in a way. So is dying. Have you ever been dead long enough to know what to look forward to? No, not really. My time til resurrection never lasts longer than five minutes. As far as I'm concerned, despite what the a Princesses have promised, there's nothing. and if there was nothing, would you rather be glad you couldn't die? Suppose you could put it that way. Nothing would get boring very quickly.
The Problem with MarriageSo, what all did you do for the next fifty or so years of your life after you discovered your problem? Well, the first thing I did after about a year was quit the EDF. I then decided to apply for the Wonderbolts. Of course it went well-- I was famous for my speed and wing power, not to mention my actual wings. These bad boys are larger than, yes, the royal wings of Celestia herself. The way I got them that way was through extreme exercise, body building, toning, and genetics. Most of my mother's family were earth ponies, so I inherited their think, dense bones. Naturally, my wings would have to be able to carry my weight somehow, lest they be useless, so they adapted to my physique. But anyways, when I applied for the Wonderbolts, it only took about four days of processing before I had the job. Hell, they didn't even put me through training since I already studied and knew the bulk of their techniques. I also developed my own moves, and taught to my inferiors. You see, it wasn't long before I became their captain, only about seven months. This was relatively unheard of, but I did it. My former lieutenant, Spitfire, also decided she would try getting in. She was accepted after a few months, and I personally promoted her to my wing pony, and we became tighter and faster friends every day. It was then I realized that she wanted to be more than friends. I felt the same way. It had started after our fifth tour together. We had just gotten back to Cloudsdale when I asked her out. I had taken her to one of the finest restaurants I knew of, Sunset's Garden. The food was remarkable, as always, but it was after that counted. We were standing on a bridge, looking down on a thin river. I had decided that before we went home to our weekend break, I wanted to leave my mark and show her I was interested in this relationship. I turned to the mare, called her name softly, and brushed some hair out of her face as she turned to me. I gazed into her eyes, combed my hoof through to the back of her head, pulled her to me, leaned in, and planted my lips firmly on hers. I could feel her blush, feel her melt into my forelegs as I wrapped them around her. I stood about four inches taller than her on hind legs, and used that to my advantage as I pushed my tongue against her teeth. She gently opened her mouth, and our tongues danced together. She moaned into my mouth as we continued for another minute before finally parting lips. This was probably the second mare I had ever gotten in a relationship with and wanted to keep it that way for as long as possible. The only other mare I fell for was a friend from high school. I was fifteen then, and we kept it together through our senior year. I was going to propose to her, but she died from a street mugging. I wasn't able to defend her. The bastards had stabbed me in the gut and shot her, then ran off with whatever they could find on her corpse while I lay bleeding out in an alley, barely able to breathe as blood flowed from my abdomen. Spitfire and I.. Our dating relationship hadn't lasted quite as long. I had finally married her after three years. What an idiot I was to think we could lead a happy life together. I never even told her my deepest secret. My inability to die. She also wasn't the first mare I had my way with. The one from high school beat her to it. But she didn't care. So long as she was deflowered by me and no pony else, it was fine. After a while, she had gotten pregnant. We waited about 322 days, which was usual. The foal, though.. It was a colt. He inherited her burning orange eyes and golden coat, but with a darker tint. His mane was blue, with rainbow tips. "He's got your tips," she laughed. Indeed he did. We decided to name him Rainbow Fire Dash. Raising him was interesting, though. The day he could fly, we were teaching him all we knew. We made him work out his wings and tone his body, so that he would be a powerful flyer like us one day. He was a rebellious youth, and often got in trouble at school. But he was practically a genius, "like me," according to my wife. Did I tell you I graduated from the Cloudsdale University for Gifted Minds? Well, I did. When he was about thirteen, I decided to introduce him to guns. I taught him everything about handguns, shotguns, assault rifles, you name it! When he completed his training, I promised him something special for his fourteenth. When that day arrived, I had given him his very own M-24 and a Glock 17. He was never able to finish telling me how grateful and happy he was, he was so excited. He and those guns had a history of their own. It was when Spitfire was about 54 when she realised something was off about me. She wondered why it appeared I hadn't aged a bit, while she had. I told her it was because I was part earth pony, and she bought it for about fifteen years. Then she say me down at the kitchen table for a talk. "Why is it I have grey in my mane and yet you, a stallion five years older than me, looks like he's twenty-five? What's up with you, Stormy?" I sat and sighed. I finally saw that this was it. I wouldn't be able to stay with her forever. She would die, and so would Fire. So would Soarin. So would every one else I knew. Then, I told her to excuse me for a moment. She sat there in anxiety and frustration hidden by her best poker face, but I was no fool. I could tell someone's emotions by the look in their eyes. I marched up to our bedroom, opened up the gun vault, and selected my .44 from the assassination mission back in '17. I then trotted downstairs and placed the gun on the table and and sat down. "What is this?" She spoke angrily. "A revolver? Is that supposed to answer my question?" She began to raise her voice. "What the hell is this, Stormy? You think this is funny?!" I then picked up the revolve with my left hoof. "Stormy, what the fuck you doing?! Put that down, Stormy!!" BANG. I fell over onto the kitchen tile as blood sprayed from the back of my skull and gave the walls a fresh new coat of paint. Everything turned to nothing, and that was the last I remembered before an all-too familiar feeling set over me. My spine suddenly arched upwards as I sucked in a gallon of air and choked on it all. The hole in my head pieced itself back together in front of Spitfire's eyes as I sat up and gave her the serious stare. She quivered as she teared up. "What.. What are you?" That was all I would let her say before I removed my gold necklace with her feather clasped onto it and set it on the table. She knew what this meant. I knew what this meant. All pegasi knew what this meant. I wanted a divorce. "I won't sit and watch you grow old and die while I stay young. That's cruelness towards you and torture to me. I will not stand by while you slowly die before me. I've seen too many die in seventy five years. Too many. I won't watch you die, too. Not you. I love you too much. This is for both of us, because I know you'll be too weak to do it. I'll schedule an appointment with a judge and we can get our papers by tomorrow. They'll separate us for three months, and then, it's final." I could barely understand her through her sobs. "I don't understand! How are you still alive!?" "I'm sorry I never told you. I wanted this to last as long as possible. I'm a fixed point in time. I can't die because I didn't die like I was supposed to forty-three years ago. No matter what I do, I will always come back to life. But you won't. You will die one way or another, and there is not a damn thing I can do. So, to end the pain, I'm ending our marriage and our bond. I'm sorry, Spitfire." I spoke with very little emotion, seldom showing a tad of anger as I said "damn". She dried up her tears quickly and gathered her composure. "Alright." After our divorce, and when my forty-something year old son decided he would support his mother for the rest of her life, my forty years of fun and excitement mixed with sadness and tragedy began. I vowed never to marry another mortal mare again. But that didn't mean I wouldn't have my way with them. For the next forty years, I lived.
Royal AffiliationsSo, you appear to have many affiliations with royalty on a regular basis. What about your first sixty or so years, before your ability became renowned? Well, I guess you could say I did find some pony I could fall in love with and stay with. And who was that? Princess Luna, ruler of the night. She had been flying through Cloudsdale on business, when she had sprained a muscle in her wing and fallen. I saw her from my perch high above the city, and dove down as fast as I could. I had broken the sound barrier moments before I caught her, creating a massive explosion of colour. She looked up into my eyes as I held her. "Are you alright, your majesty?" "Yes. We-- I-- am alright. Thank you." I set her back on her hooves when she looked back at me. "Your eyes... They speak volumes. Your body is so young.. But your eyes are much older." I frowned slightly. Was she going to realise, too, my problem, and then give me sympathy? I didn't know yet. "Pray tell, what is your name, good pegasus?" She asked of me. "Captain Storm Dash of the Wonderbolts," I replied. "How old are you?" "Thirty-two," I lied. She could sense something in me. I was subconsciously doing my best to show her I was lying. "Do not lie to me, Captain. How old are you?" Given that we were in public and I was having to raise my voice slightly so she could hear me, I didn't want everyone around me to hear what I was going to say and look at me like a freak. I leaned forward into her ear and whispered, "Eighty-three and half." She looked shocked at first. "Let us go to my hotel room. I wish to speak with you more on this." I obliged and followed her to her room at the Lucky Dragon Inn. I climbed up I after her to the penthouse and entered after her. She sat down on the sofa and bade me to join her. "Tell me, Captain, how is it you look so youthful?" "In all honesty, your majesty, " I began. "I am a fixed point in time. I didn't die on the day and at the time I was supposed to, according to the universe, so now I am not allowed to die at all. I will "die" from wounds and poison and such, but every time, I am brought back by some unknown force and my body heals itself." "I see. I take it you are quite a..." She paused, acting as though it was a touchy subject. "A lonely stallion." I sighed. "Indeed, I am. I had many sweethearts, and was a lover like no other, and even married once. But when I realised that I couldn't die, I vowed never to marry another mortal mare. That didn't mean I didn't have my way with a fair few, if you catch my drift, but never would I propose. You, Celestia, Twilight and Cadance are the only other immortals I know of. Cadence is married, Twilight lives far from here, and you and Celestia have to raise the sun and moon. You are always taxed and besides, you're royalty. I'm a Pegasus, a ruffian who loves nothing more than freedom, and one who has seen more pain than any mortal could imagine. I've given up trying to find anybody, to be honest. I just--" She cut me off with the most pleasant surprise ever. She had grabbed me by the cheeks, pulled me forward, and locked her lips with my mine. I was going to simply melt into her, when I remembered that I was the male and I should take dominance. So I did. I added a bit more force into the kiss as our tongues danced together. When we finally parted, she said, "I would love to fill the void in your life, if only you would fill mine." I nodded. Then, things got heated. She sort of opened her self up, and I obliged. * * * It was about two in the morning when we finally came up for air. Luna struck me as a hard ride. She rode me pretty hard, too. Then she told me that with being the princess of the night, you get dominion over the many rituals of the night, lovemaking being one of them. That explained a lot. We had gone for about seven hours, taken a break, then tried another position. She eventually gave up after about twelve hours, but I kept going. When I saw she couldn't take it anymore, I let up. I could have kept going. Not like I need to sleep or anything. I finally saw it. This was it. This was the mare I could be with forever. I actually succeeded in not only finding the perfect one, but allowing her to find me. I could be with her. Forever. But it would be short-lived after two years. Society would try to put us to shame, because although we both were good ponies and well known, I was no royal figure, and her sister was overly protective. After we were forced to break up, I vowed revenge against Celestia. I hated her, and I still do. She would pay for this act against love, the f*cking hypocrite. She would pay somehow. So, I take it you and Celestia are at odds with each other? "At odds?" That doesn't begin to describe it. I hate her guts. Even now, four-hundred something years after Luna and I were split up, I still am holding a grudge. But it's not as big. Now that I'm married. And who is your spouse? You know that filly I told you about that was the daughter of Sombra? Well, turns out she was only a year younger than me, and I was right. She was an alicorn. That was a stump of a broken horn I saw on her forehead, hidden by her mane. It's hardly visible now, it was shaved down so that it wouldn't be a bother, but she can still use it. She still has magic, just that her spells take less time to cast. Her name is Amelia. Amelia Cross. Well, now it's Amelia Dash since she had it changed, but you get the picture. So, how did you two meet up again? I was feeling down, and I saw that I had gone through another generation of friends who were all dying out, so I wanted to see if maybe I was right and maybe she was still alive. So, I looked her up in the archives with Luna's permission. What I found was a relief. She was still alive, and actually lived only about half a mile from my estate. I sought her out, and when she looked at me, she couldn't believe her eyes. All these years, she thought her savior was dead. That he had died out on a battlefield and that was the last she would ever see of him. In a way, she was right. I did die. I died physically, and I died inside. I thought my life was over. And then I saw it wasn't. So she opens her door and falls to her haunches. I lower myself to her level and put a hoof on her cheek. "Hey," I said. "Haven't forgotten about me, now have you?" "Of course not, Storm Dash. I would never forget about you." "You know, you act like you've seen a ghost, but you'd think with someone as famous as I am, you'd at least know I'm alive!" "I am not truly connected to the outside world. I simply go out every once in a while to fetch food and necessities. Otherwise, I live alone. I've had several stallions whom I've gotten to know very well make attempt at courting me, but I always turn them down. You see, Storm Dash, ever since that day, when I thought you had died, I felt empty. I could never stop thinking about you, your kind smile, your soft but strong tone, your firm grip... Your warm fur... "I was attracted to you, Captain. I will be honest. I felt something for you. You were the first kind soul I had come to meet for ages. My mother was simply there to comfort me when my father's beatings got out of hoof. She still loved and cared about him more than me, and most of the time took his side, but she would sympathise with me on occasion because she was afraid of him as well. "On nights when he got drunk, he'd abuse her and force her to have intercourse with him, and then he'd beat me, and she would come into my room afterwards, smelling of sweat and sex and alcohol, and she would try comforting me. On occasion, I would run away to a friend's home, but once my father discovered where I was and who I was with, he would have them tortured to death, raped if they were female, and then executed. "Sombra was a stallion who deserved his fate which you delivered. I was grateful for that, and I have always felt I owed you. And yet, I had this feeling for you, and I wanted you, despite knowing I had done not a thing for you in return for your actions. I wanted you so badly... To comfort me when I felt alone... And to this day I still want you... I never wanted you to die.... I had only known you for a brief twenty minutes before you were slain before my eyes. I killed your murderer, and I wept at your body. But a group of soldiers came and separated me from you. "I was taken prisoner, seen as one of Sombra's followers, given that I was kin. I was tried for treason against the Empire. However, I was found innocent on the grounds that I, too, was a victim of Sombra's tyranny. I knew what the "punishment" would have been had they seen me as guilty, and that could only be death. I would have loved to have died if it meant I was to be with you in the next world. "However, I did not die, and so I saw that as a sign to keep on with my life, hoping that maybe you hadn't died. Up until now, I was convinced I was only lying to myself to keep my withering sanity together." The mare's words stunned me. I sat there in shock for a moment before leaning forward and kissing her. "Amelia... You don't have to wait anymore. I'm here now. I'm alive. I will be forever. I will never leave you... Because I don't have a choice. And even if I did, I wouldn't. I would stay. Because... Amelia Cross..." I paused for a brief moment, considering my choices, my words, before saying what I would. "I am in love with you. I have been since the day I met you and the day I died. I never got the chance to talk to you again because I could never find you. And when I realised my inability to perish, I had thought that it would have never worked out, and that by now, at the age of one hundred-seventeen, you would have been long dead by now. I thought that you would have been out of my reach and gone forever and that I would never be able to tell you my feelings for you. How beautiful you were to me... The day I met you.. And today... And how beautiful you will be forever. Now, I don't give a damn about how you choose to react to what I have said, because it wouldn't matter much to me so long as you were happy, but please, Amelia... Stay with me... I've been alone for too long..." I hugged her tight. She hugged back with equal force. Let's take it slow, I thought. I wanted this to last. I didn't want to rush it. I take things at my own pace. And I like to go slow with relationships. That's when she said the gut-wrenching words that I was waiting for. Her mouth opened slightly and she whispered gently into my ear, "Storm Dash... I am in love with you too." There we go. This mare has made my day.
PrologueThank you for deciding to allow the Cloud Chronicle to do a report on you, Captain Dash. So, to start with this interview, what was your first thought about immortality before you became what you are today? I used to think immortality was impossible. Boy, was I wrong. When I looked around me, I realized there were two immortals living in our everyday lives; Princesses Celestia and Luna. They were immortal. Granted, they could be killed physically, but they never died old age or disease. But any material weapon could kill them, if their guard was let down. It was something that I found a little upsetting. But one day I realized they had it easy. 97 years ago, I was supposed to die strapped down to a lab table, to have the fibre of my being, my very soul ripped from me and be made into a beautiful spectrum of colours. However, due to the fact that I was warned, and naturally wished to preserve my life, I prepared myself. After the day passed, my hunters gave up pursuit. It would be too late. This is why no one is allowed out of that wretched facility. However, eventually, I did die, three weeks later. But the results were... Strange... I had suffered a serious stab wound out on the battlefield. Just when the doctors were about to resuscitate me, I came back, and my body jump-started again, and I was up and running. I won't tell you everything that happened yet, I don't want to spoil anything. Instead, I will start with the day I was given a mission by the Equestria Defence Force. Sixty years went by. Those were they most exciting sixty years of my life. Of course, after about a year of not dying, I realized there was not much I could do, and so I just started living for one-night stands and wars. I occasionally had a long term relationship, but no matter how hard I tried, they always ended in tears after they realized what I was. And then I realized I could never live with anyone forever. Only the princesses. And we already know why that would never happen. So, I gave up trying to find somebody to love. Until one fateful day, sixty years after I was sent to assassinate the mighty King Sombra the Terrible.
