The path of a hero

The sound of metal clashing and breaking through the exoskeletons of the new changeling Executioner armor roared from underneath the areal unit Klick 12 as they made their way towards the main hive.  The small team of Pegasus maneuvered around the target’s faulty defenses of air-to-ground assault, weak beams of pale green light danced through the twilight sky.  The hive’s twisted black and green egg shape design was disgusting and at the same time, oddly mesmerizing, the swirls that covered the surface showed false images of one’s past, their loved ones and their hated enemy.  It mattered not to the strike team, as the leader glared down at an opening and yelled out the order to attack…

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The cream coated pony gasped suddenly for air as he awoke from his unusual dream, sweat ran down his fur as it dripped down every fine hair he held.  His mind raced as he desperately attempted to regain his breath, holding his head as the room began to spin weakly.  “Another one of those dreams…”  The pony mumbled as he shook his head, realizing the sun shined brightly through his window, morning had come.  His frown quickly shot open to a large smile as he leaped out of his bed and began to prepare for the day ahead.

Cleaned and full of new morning energy, Razor trotted down the stairs with a gleam of hope in his sky blue eyes, His azure mane tied up in a ponytail but still managed to reach down to his shoulders.  His hoofs clicked against the sandstone steps as he reached his living room, the unnaturally plain room held very little furniture;  a table, chair and refrigerator.  A few pictures hung weakly on steaks that were embedded into the sandstone walls.

“Razor, hurry up!”  A feminine voice called out from outside the Pegasus’s window.  He quickly reached into the icebox and pulled out a small brown paper bag, the contents holding his lunch for today.  With a quick scan of the sandy room, Razor nodded and quickly ran out his front door, his eyes quickly scanning around the area as he looked for the origin of the voice.

“Razor, let’s go, we’re gonna be late!”  The voice called out again, Razor glancing over to spot a very pretty white mare, her black mane was cut short, almost what one would expect a colt would have, but it was fashioned in a way that accented her strong green eyes.  “Sorry, Wild.”  Razor started, spreading his wings as he took two quick steps and took off towards the academy.  “Come on, put that flank in gear and let’s go!”  Wild Hope yelled out as her hoofs moved as quickly as they could take her before Razor swooped down and picked her up, soaring over the buildings to cut the time down.

Finally, the two reached their destination; The Watcher’s Academy.  Wild released an exasperated sigh as Razor Breeze flew down to the ground so the two could go through the front door.  “Don’t you ever get tired of coming to this place day in and day out, holidays, weekends and almost no vacations?”  She asked, walking up the grey concrete steps as they heard one of the bells chime.  Razor shook his head before glancing up at the loud sound that resonated through the building.  “I don’t care, really.  It gives me something to do during the day.”  He said with a note of joy in his words.

“That’s right, you’re a watcher and right after this, and you go right to the post office to start your second job, don’t you?”  The mare asked as the two traveled down the hall, stopping at a brown bulletin board that was hammered into the wall, countless papers hung on its face as the two ponies looked around for any interesting news.  “Looks like Mrs. Walker lost her cat again and wants somepony to find it.”  Wild chimed as her eyes scanned the other pages.  Razor simply mumbled in response as he looked for anything that may be of the utmost importance.  But as always, nothing life threating was posted, just minor things that didn’t interest the now disappointed Pegasus.

Wild Rose put her hoof on Razor’s shoulder as she smiled at him to bring his spirits up.  “Hey, you’ll get to prove yourself one day, don’t worry.”  Razor gave the friendly mare a weak smile as he nodded once, turning down the hall and walking down its brightly illuminated passages.  The colt’s eyes scanned the area with a subconscious caution as he made his way towards his assigned room.  “Looks like we’re late.”  He said with a smirk as he didn’t spot any ponies in their path, or down any of the corridors.  Wild gave her friend a small smirk as she said “No, we’re early for tomorrow.”  Razor couldn’t help but groan at the poor joke.

The two laughed lightly as they opened one of wooden doors, their ears where suddenly assaulted by the screams of fillies and foals that could barely speak, their squeals of joy hitting ungodly notes that should break glass.  Razor slowly poked his ear as he attempted to clean out the annoying sound, Wild cringing from the sound.  The two quickly switched their pained expression with one of fake smiles, Wild mumbling behind clenched teeth “I hate it when they get that excited.”  The colt couldn’t help but nod in agreement as he walked up to some of the younglings and patted most of them on the head and began babbling back at their own babbles.

Wild smiled softly as she watched the soft colt instantly play with the babies, he was always such a good watcher, young or old, male or female, Pegasus or Earth pony, he did his best to treat them all with equal respect and love, she knew he would be a great father one day.  Her thought was suddenly pushed to the side when her eyes reached a new mare that was rocking a foal gently with a soft smile on her face that mirrored her own.  Wild Rose gave the new pony a soft smile as she walked up quietly so to not wake the partially awake pony in her hooves.  “Hello, I’m Wild Rose.”  She started smiling as he lightly stroked the young foal’s head.  “I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before, are you a new watcher?”

The unicorn simply looked up and smiled, her bright sky blue coat seemed to blend nicely with her curly white mane.  “Yes, I’m Pure Flame; it is so nice to meet you.”  Her voice was so soft, so sweet, almost that of an angel.  Against her will, Wild Rose suddenly felt a tinge of jealousy against this mare.  She was so beautiful, her mane was incredibly clean, her coat looked to almost radiate beauty and her sapphire eyes would drown any colt.  Her train of thought was cut off when she heard one of the older fillies ask “Mr. Bweese, can you lift us up again, pweese?”

Her eyes quickly glanced over to the Pegasus as the filly that asked him hugged the back of his mane as tightly as she could.  Razor couldn’t help but chuckle as he said “Alright, but this is the only time I can do it, so no more after this, alright?”  The fillies and foals cheered loudly as they began to remove themselves from their living jungle gym.  With a firm nod, Razor turned around and walked towards the front of the class, turning again and sitting down.  Pure’s expression revealed her utter confusion at the young ponie’s request.

“Just watch, you’ll see.”  Wild whispered as she sat down to watch her friend close his eyes.  His brow furrowed as the fillies and foals fell quiet, watching their male watcher as he breathed in deeply.  Razor slowly felt each pony in front of him, sensing their weight, their size, their form.  He slowly purged their small, undeveloped minds as he sat on his flank and lowered his head, turning his front hooves sky ward.  Slowly, he lifted his hooves up as well as his head, his eyes clenched as he concentrated on the task at hand.  Suddenly, the young fillies and foals began to float, at first only an inch, than two, than four, until they were nearly a foot off the ground, flying around freely.

Though the young ponies laughed in enjoyment, Pure Flame’s expression changed from confusion, to sheer terror.  She didn’t understand what was happening, the colt was a Pegasus, not a unicorn, and the children didn’t glow as they would if a unicorn used magic to lift all the students.  She looked towards Wild Rose who simply smiled at her mixed expression.  “H-How is he doing that?”  She whispered, her voice more taken by amazement than fear.  Wild didn’t respond until the ponies began to slowly descend, landing safely on the ground.   “Razor isn’t your average Pegasus.”  She started, looking over at the cream colored pony as he let out an exhausted sigh.

“He’s a Pegasus with a gift.”