A stallion jolts to life in a ruined castle, surrounded by bloodied soldiers and disattached limbs.
He is in stark white battle armor, and is untouched by the combat that obviously took place here.
The stallions'is name is Fynn, and he's not from around here.

"Wh- where the buck am I?" A confused and weary Fynn says, rubbing dust out of his eyes.

A tall, blurry, figure approaches him.

"Oi, We've got a survivor!" The unknown colt says with a hint of hostility.

The colt stomps toward Fynn, and for second, Fynn thought he was saved.
Upon closer inspection, however, he could see that the stranger was a unicorn, and levitated a bloody scimitar .
He also noted that many of the dead that he lay among, wore armor similar to
the amor that the colt that now stood above him was wearing.

"Is he one of ours?" A louder, more commanding voice questions.

"No captain, but he ain't their's either!" The first colt calls back.

"Well," the Captain says," kill him and move on, we're not looking for rogues, we're looking for our soldiers."

"Yessir!", Quips the soldier as he raises his sword above his head "sorry mate, didn't want to do this but, its the captains orders."

Halfway between the colt's head, and Fynn's, there is a loud metallic CLANG, followed by cold, jagged breaths, and a gasp.

Fynn opens his eyes to see the most terrifying thing that he had ever laid eyes on in his life.

There, standing above him, was a black boned skeleton with a Skull that seemed to be made of green crystal,
that also housed a single, glowing red eye that darts around menacingly.

In a clear, deep voice the skeleton speaks.

"Sorry hate to do this to you, but...."

The being stopped just before shoving his large, metal arm through the soldier's midsection.

"AAAAGGGHHHH!" The soldier screamed as the demonic bone-man runs the poor bastard through.

The boneman then proceeds to throw the unfortunate soldier a good fifty feet to the left without even shifting his weight.

It turns with it's shuddering breaths and clanking metal feet, to a horrified Fynn.

"Get up Earth pony.", He says without emotion. "and grab those guns."

Fynn is afraid, but not soo much that he can't ask a question.

"What?" Asks Fynn innocently.

"wha- . . . Oh forget it dammit, just grab onto my back and hold on!

uneasily but hopeful, Fynn places his front hooves on each of the monster's shoulders in the nick of time before it leaps out of the ruins of the decrepit, old, castle whose name, to Fynn, is completely unknown.

They traveled for about half an hour, Fynn hanging for dear life on the creature's thick, metal plated shoulders, the creature itself, leaping what seemed to be whole miles at a time.

Fynn finally works up the courage to ask the skeleton it's name, and to his surprise, is granted it.

"What do I call you demon?" Fynn asks respectively.

"Lord Galagious mostri otee kresjak biyirkden Von tregdirk tomardi alsoor liit." He replies smoother than expected before taking another monumental leap.

"Uh, what the hell was that?"

"Galagus," says the creature. "my name Is Galagus

Fynn begins to say; "Well, Galagus, my name—

Another leap, followed by a crater in the ground, and an earth shattering boom.

—is Fynn."

Author's Note

This is the first real-ish chapter of this universe.
the end result will be a joining of four (three, fynn and Galagus are in the same chapter), unique stories into one continuation that may or may not have ass tons of spinoffs. the characters who set the large and moderately violent stage are: Fynn, Galagus, a robot gladiator named Crypt (other chapter), and a Rogue clone trooper from the 83rd legion who has the force talent and skill, to match even Darth Vader.
BE EXITED!

-Galhoofrey

[p.'s: why do the errors in my grammar always make me laugh at myself?]