Who Your True Friends Are

I was back on the dirt road, and in an empty part of town. Not a home in sight, and still no ponies around to talk to. It's places like this that really get me thinking about whatever possibly comes to mind. Not a person (or pony) in sight, an open field, and I'm alone with my thoughts. I was starting to wonder if maybe this whole experience was a test of some sort, and yet I feared that if it was, and I overthought it, my purpose might have been compromised, and I'd suddenly wake up back home. But who can blame me? I had just seen two of my friends from the human world in Equestria, and they had no clue who I am.

I decided to take my mind off of this by watching the clouds. I noticed that they had been configured into an unusual pattern. The way they were arranged, they appeared to be some sort of obstacle course, or even a gauntlet of sorts. It was then that a pony flew right past me, and it sounded like a jet engine of sorts. How could a pony fly like a jet? I took a look at the figure that flew by. A royal blue streak was all I saw. The jet sound, the blue color, the fact that this figure could fly, I knew this could only be Sabre, my friend Dallas' OC. My theory was confirmed when I saw a sword falling from the sky.

I ran to retrieve the sword, and picked it up with my mouth when I got there (I would have used my hands, but my reasons were obvious). I yelled out to the pony high above,

"Hey! You dropped this!" The blue stallion came shooting down like a bullet, and saw me with the sword when he touched down. I knew it was Sabre because his blue and silver mane, coupled with his mech wings made him distinct from other ponies.

"Thank you, sir," he said. "Could you place that in my sheath?" I did just that. "I should introduce myself. My name is Sabre Silversmith." Judging by the introduction, I assume that he believed we had never met, so I replied,

"I'm Source Code." We shook hooves, and I asked, "What are you doing up there anyway?"

"I'm training to become Equestria's greatest warrior. It's been my dream since I was a little colt." I had read Dallas' bio about Sabre only a few days prior to all these events, and so far he fit the description. "That gauntlet I designed is perfect practice. Nothing but the most difficult of pieces up there." I couldn't see what exactly was up there, but if I know Sabre, there were targets, mannequins, and dangerous weapons all over.

"Anything I can do to help?"

"Maybe later. I'm having a time trial later on, and need somepony to keep time for me. I can rent a balloon for you, and you can time me."

"Sounds perfect. I'll come back later for your trial. I'd like to see what you can do anyway."

"Then it's settled. See you in an hour?" I nodded, and he shot straight back up. He came straight back, and quickly said,

"Oh, and take this sword to the studio down the road. I hear there's a stallion who lives there that can make some improvements to it." He gave me a sheathed sword, with a saddle strap to keep it in. "Thanks." He then shot straight back up. I kept trotting along the dirt path, still with time on my hooves, and now a sword in tote.