Fleeting Feelings of Flights and Fights.

    We exited the forest into a rocky landscape, devoid of plant-life, after I explained my situation. Brunoce began, "Wow, it's just like the prophecy said: The wandering man of many minds, trapped in stone. Like a thief in the night, he will be the first of the great ones to return. He will right the injustice of this world, and lead both of our peoples to their former greatness!"

    "Yeah, that pretty much sums it up," I said, "So I guess I am, 'The Man of Prophecy™'!" I said in a deep heroic tone, waving my hand in front of me for extra effect.

    I was about to start thinking of a theme song to match, when Brunoce raised a paw signaling me to stop. After complying he waved his paw, telling me to follow him. We slowly made our way behind a bolder just large enough to hide behind.

    I poked my head out to see what was going on, when I saw a small white unicorn with a dark purple main that lazily curled like a worn out spring. On its flank were three blue diamond shaped gems, and Its horn was glowing.

    In a patch of land a few feet away was a bright flash, and in its wake was an image of a gem. It called out, "Spike, over here~" in a clearly feminine, high class, tone.

    I then saw a large, purple, bipedal, lizard, with green spines that jutted out along the back of his head, torso, and tail, walk into view. The lizard, that I assumed to be Spike, called back, "Where is it, Rarity?".

    "Just over there Spike." the unicorn, that I guessed to be Rarity, said while pointing a hoof toward the image of a gem that appeared not too long ago.

    "What are they doing," I asked in a whisper.

    "Trespassing," Brunoce answered in a low vengeful voice, "These are our lands, and we have made it clear that the ponies are not welcome here".

    "Wait, as long as I am with you Diamond Dogs, I can be as racist toward the ponies as I want, and nobody will fault me for it?" I asked in an excited tone.

    "There are a few ponie sympathisers, but I don't think they will speak out against, 'The Man of Prophecy™'," Brunoce replied.

    "Ha, I knew that wo-" I was interrupted by a loud shriek in the air, similar to a fighter jet, but thankfully, not as loud.

    The shriek was followed by a tomboyish but still feminine voice, "Rarity, the orchard is on fire, and Twilight needs all the help she can get!".

    Rarity and Spike looked stunned for a few moments, but quickly followed after the sky blue pegasus's rainbow trail.

    Once the coast was clear, Brunoce and I emerged from our hideout, "Once again, my arsin has saved the day!" I exclaimed.

    "That was you? Wow, just as resourceful as the prophecy said," Brunoce noted.

    "Yes, I am quite amazing!" I said tripping on a rock. My face made contact with the rough earth with a 'thud'. I rose up dusting myself off, "Brunoce, Destroy that rock!".

    "What?".

    "You heard me. Destroy, that, rock".

    "I think you might be taking this too far".

    "What if that rock trips someone else? We need to kill it before its strikes again".

    "Its a rock. I don't think its going to 'strike again'".

    "Are you directly disobeying my command!?".

    "I guess I am".

    "Okay. Now that 'that' is done with, let us continue on our glorious trail".

    "Wait, you're not mad?".

    "Its a rock Brunoce. How petty do you think I am?".

    "We are already here anyway," Brunoce said without a hint of laughter in his tone, and began digging on the spot. A few seconds passed, and there was already a small tunnel leading into a cave.

    I followed Brunoce into the tunnel, whom was stopped by a brown armored Diamond Dog that was slightly bigger than him, "Hult gatherer, where is your hull?".

    "The Man of Prophecy saved me from a pack of Lumber Wolves, and I brought him here straight away".

    The guard dog lazily looked over Brunoces shoulder, and when he saw me, he instantly dropped into a bow, "Right this way".

    Brunoce left the cave to go back to whatever his job was, leaving me with the guard dog.

    "What's you're name?" I asked as I followed his lead though the poorly maintained and slightly damp caves.

    "Baerocus," he replied as we passed by some idle golems.

    "I see you have some golems," I noted, grimacing.

    "We managed to steal them from ponies traversing our territory. We wouldn't dare put them to work, incase they were The Man of Prophecy.

    "Here is the king of Diamond Dogs, Limaxyus!".

    "Ah, so the Man of Prophecy has finally come to us. You may be a legend, but are you a leader?" Limaxyus asked in a very sceptical tone. His voice was reminiscent of a high pitched, medieval-beggar, every word sounded desperate. "I believe a test is in order. If you can convince half of my subjects to follow you, on your own merits, we will have a dual for the crown".

    "I accept. Not only am I going to win, but I am going to win with style!" I replied, so confident that some would call this test a formality.