the life of death

Death POV

Clang clang clang
The sound of metal clangs against metal ,it almost blocked out the sound of something big ,fat ,and heavy breaking through the forest............almost.

''What in the world''

'Clang' I drop the sword I was working on and rush out side to see what the hell was going on. As I make my way to were I heard the sound I start to prepare my self for what might be there, you can never know if it's a lion bat scorpion thing or a wood dog. Ax in hand I make my way over to were the noise was made. I bust into the clearing and

''Oh shit''

There was one of those horse people, but this one was.....different. She had both wings and a horn and was dare I say it quite. She had pink hair and white as snow fur, her dress may have been at one point beautiful but was all messed up and dirty. Not wanting to leave her there to the elements I scoop her up and take her to my shake. Once there I set her down on my bed and try to cover her as best I could. It's winter now and it can get very cold out here, espesaly at night. Knowing this I set out with my ax to chop up some firewood. I saw an old tree out in the clearing when I was invetgating the sound (aka really heavy horse person). As I'm walking torwards the tree I start to think 'why is she all the way out here' only people with a me sentence come out here willingly and those who come here by acident don't come in this deep. All these thought and more come through my mind as I chop down the tree. After I finish I start to drag it back to my shack. As I get to my front door I here something or some horse person walking around and going through my stuff, thinking about the horse person in my shack I quietly opened my door with my ax raised, only to put it back down when I realised the it was only the horse girl. I then asked

''What is your name''

Celestias POV
''Uhhhhh''
I shoot up imedetly shoot up and looked around to see were I was. Instead of the wilderness I expected I in a house or more apropaly a shack of sorts. I get up out of a........bed what the buck. Okay celestia calm down your not going to get raped ore chopped up into tiny pieces and made into soup for hillbilly canibouls. I check myself to see if I have any shackles or something like that on my hooves or hands. Satisfied that I didn't have any forms of restrictens I get out of the bed and start walking around the shack to get a feel of my souroundings. I walk around and see that whoever lives here is a talented metal worker as I see all off the creations on the walls and. As I'm looking around at the various axs, forks, and knives I don't here the door open and to my surprisement a deep but very nice voice said

''What is your name''

I jumped a little and turned around and saw something that scared and in tread me at the same time. Now I am a tall pony about seven and a half hooves tall but he (or that's what I think it is anyway) was easily taller than me and that's really saying something. He was at least eight hooves tall darwfing even me, he was wering
a pitch black trench coat and a face conciling hood he had a sword with a dragon design on his back with a ax in his right hand and a piece of wood in other.

''What your name horse person''

Oh name what is my name going to be, I can't use celestia because he might report me so I pick the first thing that pops into my head.

''My name is Charlie''

I mentally slap my self for that. No way is he going to fall for that only a complete moran would fall for tha-

''OK''

Wate He fell for that.....wow let's see how long this will last.