The Quest For Dinana

by DeadShot262

Rating: teen
Tags: Dark, Alternate Universe, Romance
Length: 400

DeadShot an ex-merc is called back to work to help an old frined.

DeadShot, an old Mercenary, is called back into action by an old friend who has lost his sister and he must go through hell and back to find her, but he isn't the only one trying to find her.

WARNING: This story is my first, has strong language, suggestive themes, use of Naruto material, and gore. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK
All oc's, unless said otherwise, where created by me.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-07-25 12:47:16 UTC

Prolouge

A young stallion with a hood walks into an old bar, the bar is a lively with criminals and mercenaries all of which are drinking and scanning the room for danger. All accept one; an older green pegasus with a black saddle bag with a sword attached to the side of it, his eyes focused on his drink and his face is void of emotion. He is sitting in a both near the back of the bar.

The young stallion walks through the bar to him, he takes a seat in front of him not getting a reaction from the older. “Are you DeadShot?” The young stallion asks quietly. The older stallion slowly looks at him, his teeth bared and his eyes blood shot.

“Who the hell is asking?” He slams his drink back.

“A stallion that wants help and knows that you can help.” The young stallion says his eyes shrouded by his hood.

“I recognize that voice...” DeadShot thinks to himself as he drinks what's left in his cup.

“My name is Atryarc.” The young stallion says drawing back his hood reviling that he is a unicorn, has dark blue coat and light blue eyes.

Mid-drink DeadShot nearly spits what's left of his drink and reaches for his sword.

“Relax Dead, I'm not here to cause harm. I need your help.” He says reaching into a saddle bag of his own and pulls out a bag and and a photo. He closes the curtain on the booth for privacy. He sets the stuff in front of DeadShot. “The mare in the photo is my sister, Diana, I need you to find her. The bag has half of the payment i'll pay if you find her, 1000 bits.”

DeadShot looks at the photo. “Alright, listen Atryarc about what happened after that battle...”

“Don't worry about it, I never felt any anger toward you or your crew, speaking of which where is the rest of the crew?” Atryarc asks peeking out of the curtain.

“We split up.” DeadShot says coldly and quickly.

“That's it? You just split up, what happened?” Atryarc asks not satisfied with his answer.

“We split up. End of discussion. Now if you'll excuse me I need to go prepare to find your sibling.” DeadShot says getting up grabbing the bag and leaving the booth.

Atryarc sits and watches him leave before doing the same.