Fleeting Feelings of Flights and Fights.

by Not another word

Rating: mature
Tags: Tragedy, Princess Celestia, Human, Main 6, Gore, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Comedy, Other, Romance
Length: 3309

A story about a man that will go to the ends of the earth to ensure the survival of the human race.

If you ever wanted to see a younger Andrew Ryan battle ponies in a non stop drama; that shows some of the worst of civilizations crimes, this is probably the best you are going to get. There not the worst, i'm just lying for the more sensitive people out there.

This story is not misanthropic. The story has respect for the species that created it.

This story is inspired by: Your Human and You
and From the Ashes
as well as many other stories.

Published 2014-08-28 01:00:03 UTC
Last updated 2017-06-29 01:42:19 UTC

A rude awakening

When I grow up... I don't want to die

    I awoke to the sound of sirens, and being the optimistic person I was, I assumed it to be my neighbors watching an old war movie. Reminded of the past, I looked at what I have accomplished in life as I got ready for the day, "Let's see, there's my high school diploma, and I'm a yellow belt in karate. Is that it? Just a piece of paper and a brightly colored belt?!-" my train of thought was interrupted by the sound of the sirens cutting off abruptly, "Why are my neighbors so loud?!" I thought to myself as I covered my ears to shield them from the gunfire and screaming.

    Irritably finishing up my daily routine, I marched outside to give my inconsiderate neighbors a piece of my mind. Stepping outside I saw crashed cars, burning buildings, and chard marks on the sidewalk. The woman that was driving the the now crushed 'Emergency Evacuation Vehicle', was running for her life when a rainbow beam caught up to her, and transformed her into a living statue.

    What I saw down the street confused me even more. Down the road was not soldiers as I have come to expect, but an army of small horses sporting golden armor, and making up the bulk of the army that had now spotted me, were those same soless unfeeling statues now staring right thru me, and what seemed to be the leader was a large winged unicorn that was actually horse sized. a unfortunate contrast to her much smaller entourage.

    It looked beautiful, with a white coat and a rainbow main that flowed in the opposite direction of the breeze, all partially covered with magnificent golden armor. If I wasn't paralyzed with fear, and confusion, I would have been left awestruck.

    I was sure the commander saw me, and whatever rational theories I was thinking up for the sudden alteration of reality left me. Leaving me little more than to dwell on my fear. Then the commander spoke in a loud, commanding, self righchus voice, "Another one of the vile beasts! We shall cleanse him like the rest!".

    I was frozen by a mix of horror, shock, and disbelief. However, I did manage to pinch my arm in hopes that this was all a terrible nightmare! While I was mentally screaming at myself to get moving, the commander flew into the air and was accompanied by six shining gems all of different color. Finally being jump started with adrenalin, I bolted in the other direction like a pixy on fire! As I ran, the world around me was getting brighter, and my shadow was getting longer. Then everything went black.

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I was having a picnic with my family under an oak tree, in a open field on a hill, the field was dotted with flowers and the sky was clear of clouds. My family and I were having a great time, enjoying each others company.

    Then the sun turned blood red, and everyone began to panic. I on the other hand, was a bit annoyed that the conversation got dropped, because of something as trivial as the suns color.

    My mood matched the others when the oak tree caught fire. Everyone ran from under the tree, and into the sunlight, except for me of course, I was always the odd one out. I stood there staring at the tree, trying to decipher how it could have combusted so spontaneously. All the while I was mildly distracted by screaming that I assumed to be just the wind. Finally letting the mystery of the burning tree to rest, I turned to see what all the ruckus was about, and my heart sank.

    Standing in a circle around me was the burnt corpses of my family rising to their feet. I found an opening and ran for it, only for the corps of my dad to grab me by the ankle as the others surrounded me. I looked down at my ankle to see it turning to ash and screamed for someone, anyone to help! I looked up, not wanting to see myself become one of them where I saw the moon rising in the sky, and blotting out the sun in a solar eclipse.

    A booming voice similar to my own, echoed throughout the now crispy field, "Mortal, you will service this world as judgment, and in turn I will set you free from this hellish fate.". At this point I would do anything to get out of here, so without a second thought, I nodded rapidly in agreement. Everything went black again.

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    I groggily awoke with every joint in my body feeling as sore as the day after an intense jog. Looking around I saw that I was in a field of apple trees, and surrounded by stones that didn't look like they belonged there. It didn't take me long to put two and two together; I had been trapped as a statue for who knows how long, and I was not happy about it. Puting my anger aside for later I decided to explore the field in order to find out who, or what owned this field.

    Eventually I found a barn with a farmhouse close by, walked up to the farmhouse, and knocked. I heard a southern accent respond from the other side "just a minute".

"That was odd, am I still in New York? not even the farmers speak like that this far north," I Thought to myself, and was interrupted by the sound of four hooves clopping. I immediately dreaded the worst, but tried to stay positive.

    Thru the now open door I saw an orange pony roughly the same size as those military ones turning everyone to stone, but this one was clearly a civilian, so I tried to stay optimistic and simply said "Hello, do you mind directing me toward the nearest town?".

The pony before me was shocked to say the least, which gave me a good idea as to how long I have been a statue. Finally snapping back to reality the pony replied "You know, I had a golem that looked an awful lot like ya. Ya wouldn't mind if I did something real quick before I helped ya out would ya?".

    "Maybe I can help you," I offered.

    "No,no. I can handle it on my own, you just stay right there," The pony said with a hint of panic before she rushed to another room.

    I didn't buy it, and prepared for a fight by grabbing a decently sized rock. The pony returned with a length of rope tied to the end of her tail, and on the other end of the rope was a lasso that she swung in an attempt to capture me.

    I was ready, barely dodging the rope I rushed the rock to the side of her head, and knocked her off balance. Sprinting off into the apple orchard I periodically took random turns and looked behind me to make sure I lost her. After a while I came to the realization "I am so lost. How many apples do they need? You could feed an army with these... feed an army... Well I guess I've got my work cut out for me.".

Necessity and Regret

    Time was running out; any minute now the farmer would either find me, or send for help. No matter how you rolled the dice, I needed to find a temporary safe haven. To do that, I needed to buy myself some time.

    Seeing as I was lost, I stopped to see what my options were, "I could get a sharp rock, and hold the farmer hostage until I can get to a proper hideout, but the odds of that working are pretty slim". As I was thinking to myself, I was also scanning the area around me. Thinking out loud, I continued, "The dirt here is pretty dry, and I don't see many clouds in the sky. An open flame could light this place up like the Fourth of July. Worst case scenario: I get caught in the flame and burn to death, but I have to stay positive. Where would Abraham Lincoln be if he ran away every time someone threatened him with death by fire?".

    I snapped back to reality when I found a road with a sign that pointed in two opposite directions. The first direction read 'Sweet Apple Acres, Ponyville', while the other read, 'Everfree Forest' on the opposite side.

    Knowing that the tools I needed were probably in the farmhouse, I decided to go in that direction, and hope that the farmer was gone.

    On my way, I absentmindedly tore an apple off one of the branches and took a bight. I was then shocked by the flavor of the apple and couldn't help but vocalize my opinion, "Blek, I'll be doing these ponies a favor by burning these apples down". Despite the subpar taste I reluctantly grabbed and ate as many as I could in preparation for a life on the lam.

    Finding the farmhouse I oh so sneakily made my way to the farmhouse window, and to my relief it was empty. "Hmmm, I don't have to fight my way in, but that probably means they went to the authorities," I said to myself, "I guess I have less time than I thought".

    I quickly entered the house and looked for the kitchen. Glancing around the humble home, I saw a fireplace with a couch and a rocking chair around it. "Bingo," I thought to myself, as I rushed toward it. Getting closer I saw the pictures over the fireplace. One was of the pony I had just met and what I assumed to be her family, smiling and having a good time. Here I was trying to destroy everything they cared about. "How could I be so monstrous, so cold hearted that I would burn everything they knew to a crisp. I think its time I left-"

    Then I noticed that within the picture, they were under an oak tree, and having a picnic, as if to mock me with the nightmare that repeated over, and over again while I was in stone for who knows how long. Memories of that terrible nightmare raced through my mind. Anger soon followed which became apparent when I smashed the photo to the ground, and rushed to find what they used to ignite the wood in the fireplace.

    I found a match box next to the other tools, took a short spear-like metal tool in preparation for a long journey, then ran back to the path with the match box in hand.

    I then gathered some old twigs and dried leafs in two piles. One at the base of a tree, and the other at the base of the farmhouse. I took a match out, struck it on the box, and set it on the pile. When the pile caught, I did the same for the other pile.

    Without looking back, I ran to the road and tried to put as much distance between the fire and myself as I could.

    As I ran on the road I saw the apple trees becoming less common and more spread out, until they stopped altogether to give way for a clear field. Then I saw the back of a sign and looked on its other side. The sign read 'Warning, you are entering private property. if you continue it will be trespassing!'. I breathed a sigh of relief, slowed down to a lazy walk, and started to eat the apples I had stored in my pockets.

    As I finished marching up a hill that was obscuring the path ahead, I saw a thick forest of which I assumed to be the one the sign was talking about.

    The forest had a river running through it, and not too far within it, were ancient ruins of a once great castle.

    Excited about a new shelter, and possibly a new source of food, I rushed to the entrance. When I stepped into the forest, I felt strangely safe, and nostalgic, as if this was my home that I dearly missed. Despite the much darker surroundings, I felt as if any corner I turned, I would find a friend.

    Then I heard a loud howl from just in front of me, followed by some loud barking that shattered my sense of security.

    In response, I quickly parted the bush that was obscuring the scene to see a clearing. In that clearing was a gorilla shaped creature, with bright golden fur, a canine head with very human eyes, thin legs that ended in paws, and thick arms ending in hands, but in place of fingernails were short claws. The thing was surrounded by six large wolves seemingly made of wooden branches, but moved just as smoothly as the wolves I was familiar with.

    When the cornered 'creature' saw me it switched from barking to calling out "help!" in a voice much deeper than my own. That was all the motivation I needed to intervene.

    I crept behind the largest of the wolves, and surgically thrusted the metal tool I took earlier into its neck. With a sickening crack, and a heart wrenching whimper the wolf hit the ground. Then the other five quickly turned to face me.

    I expected a fight, but instead, they ran away as fast as they could. Instead of questioning it, I marked it off as my usual brand of good luck.

    I turned to the 'creature' to ask if it was okay and saw it bowing down to me. Instead of my original question, I asked "Is this how you always thank people?".

    "No, you are the man of prophecy. I am paying my respect," the 'creature'  eagerly explained, "I am Brunoce, you saved my life, and I am in your dept. How may I serve you?"

    "I could use a place to stay," I responded "Do you know a place where I can sleep?".

    "The other Diamond Dogs are to the east. They would be honored to meet the man of prophecy," Brunoce suggested.

    "Good, on the way you can tell me what this prophecy is about," and with that, we were on our way.

New places and faces, with traces of aces

    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.

Survival for Dummies

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Hesitation

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