Edited by: HydraLightning

Chapter 5 - A Being of True Chaos

*Manehattan – 1 week ago, around the same time Deadpool and Deathstroke crash landed in Ponyville*

A young unicorn filly by the name of Lost Soul was hiding inside of an old card board box in an old dark alley as the sky turned orange from the setting sun. Her stomach was growling from hunger. She was running low on money.

As she laid on her side curled up into a ball she couldn’t help but let her mind wander to how she got into this predicament.

Her father.

This was all her father’s fault.

Her father took away everything that she ever cared about. Her father would always beat and abuse not just her but her mother as well.

Her mother.

Her mother was the only good thing that had ever happened to her. Even on the worst of days she good bring a smile to her face. Lost Soul smiled softly as she remembered how her mother would stroke her mane and tell her everything was going to be all right. Her mother was from Neighpan while her so called father was from Equestria. Her mother would tell her stories and fairytales from her homeland. She remembered falling asleep in her mother’s arms as she tried to gain some comfort from the memories.

But then her smiled quickly disappeared and became a frown as she remembered the worst day of her life. Her mother and her had moved to Neighpan 6 years ago in an attempt to escape her father. For 4 years they lived in pure bliss and peace in happiness. But at the end of the fourth year her father had found out where she was and sent his lackeys after her and her mother. They dragged them both back to Equestria… Then he murdered her mother right in front of her.

She clenched her eyes shut as she remembered that day as hot tears streamed down her cheeks. The only reason why he didn’t kill her was because he needed an heir to his criminal empire. Her father was the leader of his own crime syndicate, which was very rare in Equestria. Crime was almost unheard of. She wanted nothing to do with it. She just wanted to live in peace and be loved.

For a whole year she had to live with that psychotic bastard all by herself. No pony dared stand up to him. For a whole year she was beaten and abused. Even before that she was abused for years by her father. Tortured both physically and mentally.

That whole year she kept looking for a way to escape. She got lucky. She managed to take some of her father’s money and sneak out before he even noticed the money was missing when the thugs that he posted on her to keep her from escaping had to change shifts.

Which leads her up to now. Now 13, she had been on the run for a year now. Naturally her father and his ‘associates’ had been searching for her. She would stay either in a hotel or dark alley way or on the streets. She tried to make the money last, but now she was running down to the last of it. She was staying inside of a cheap motel until she saw some of her father’s guys at the front desk asking some questions. She grabbed what she could and snuck out of the room through a window before they could even get to her room.

That was two days ago, now she was sitting in a dark alley way. She stared at her blue cat ear hat. It was the only thing she had of her mother besides the locket of her that had a picture of her and her mother together and a teddy bear that her mother gave her.

“Why can’t they just leave me alone?” She said as tears streamed down her face.

“Just for once in my life, I wish I could have a friend. Someone that could be there for me and I for them.” She said as she put the hat back on her head.

Just at that moment something bright came crashing from the sky and into the shadowy alley. The little filly saw a huge flash of light as the unknown object crashed into the brick wall of the dead end of the alley before falling into a pile of trash cans and broken glass and garbage.

The filly covered her head and hid. But as soon as she saw that nothing else had happened she hesitantly decided to go and check it out.

As the little unicorn approached her eyes went wide in shock and horror.

Laying covered in his own blood was a little colt.

“A-Are you okay?” She asked only for the colt to groan and shakily stand up and face her. His face as well as his cloths were stained with his blood from his fall. He was swaying back and forth barely conscious.

That’s when she saw it, he had both a horn and wings. But his wings were bent and broken out of shape, no doubt from the fall. She wondered what an alicorn was doing here.

“Oookay…I definitely broke something that time.” He groaned before collapsing, luckily the young filly quickly caught him just in time.

“I have to get you to a hospital!” Lost Soul said with panic as she helped him to walk and tried to get him to safety as she flung his arm over her shoulder and pulled him along. The mysterious colt was unconscious but still moaning in pain.

“Don’t worry, I’m taking you to the hospital right now!” She said with panic.

“You and your friend won’t be going anywhere Lost Soul.” A voice said from the opening of the alleyway.

Lost Soul quickly turned her attention towards the voice. The young filly felt terror shoot through her body as she saw a very menacing griffon hen that she knew all too well. The griffon had grey feathers and a black beak with light make up covering her face, she wore a business suit with a very short business skirt.

“Zendana.” The filly said with a quivering voice.

“You had me running all over Manehattan looking for you. How you dodged us for a year is beyond me, but all that matters is that we’ve got you now you little bitch!” She said with malice as a group of mares came out in black suits and sunglasses.

Zendana was her father’s personal bodyguard as well as her personal caretaker. If it wasn’t her father beating her around it was Zendana. She had plenty of bruises and talon scar marks all over her body to prove it. When Zendana wasn’t beating her around then the griffon was fucking her father. She was basically her father’s bodyguard and personal whore all wrapped up into one.

“Why don’t you come along nice and quietly and I promise to kill your little friend quickly. From the looks of it I’d just be putting him out of his misery. If anything I’d be doing him a favor.” Zendana laughed as her and her goons started to get close.

“Can someone tell the over grown turkey over there to shut the hell up.” The knocked out colt groaned in pain.

This just pissed off the griffon as she walked over to the bloodied colt.

“Trust me, you do not want to piss me off kid!” She said as she stared at the bloodied colt. Blood covered every inch of the colt’s body making it impossible to tell what color his fur and mane were. Same went for his clothing. The only thing she could make out was a trench coat that he was wearing that was stained badly with blood. But that’s when she saw it. She saw two broken wings were twitching behind his back as well as the horn on his head.

“You’re an alicorn!” She gasped as her group began to speak amongst themselves.

“We could make a lot of money from him.” One of the mares said.

“You’re right! Change of plans, we nab them both.” The hen said with an evil smirk.

“What do we do?” Lost Soul said with panic in her voice as she stepped back while still trying to carry the colt to safety.

“I have… an… idea.” The alicorn colt gasped.

“You do! What is it!” She said.

“There’s a syringe with adrenaline in my jacket. I’m too banged up to even fight in my current condition, too many broken bones… but if you can inject that into me, then it will numb the pain just long enough for me to handle these dumbasses or whatever the hell they are… I just need you to carry me to a hospital afterwards because when the stuff wears off I’ll pass out from the pain.” The colt said grunting through the pain as he tried to hold onto whatever bit of consciousness he had.

The filly nodded and reached into his jacket and found the syringe. Before she could do anything she was pulled away harshly from the young colt and punched in the stomach by Zendana. Lost Soul felt the air leave her lungs as she flew backwards into the wall while still clutching the syringe.

“How many times am I gonna have to teach you a lesson you little brat.” Zendana said with an evil smile as she began to walk towards the filly.

“Oh, the over grown turkey thinks she’s a badass.” The colt laughed in between gasps of pain as two of the evil mares grabbed his arms and held him up and in place.

“What did you call me?” the griffon growled as she approached the colt.

“Oh what’s a matter, the turkey bitch can’t understand little ole’ me. Let me speak in your native tongue. Gobble, gobble!” He said grunting through the pain only to receive a swift punch to the face from the enraged hen.

“Shut the fuck up you little shit!” She barked. But to her surprise he began to laugh.

“What the fuck are you supposed to be anyway? I have no idea what any of you even are.” He said with a laugh.

“Shut up you little shit stain!” Zendana said as she punched the colt in the stomach causing him to cough up some blood.

Lost Soul was worried, she realized what the colt was trying to do. He was trying to draw the attention away from so she could have an opening. But unfortunately she was being held by one of the suited mares.

Zendana then turned around and came walking towards her. At that moment Lost Soul had an idea, she quickly grabbed the syringe with her magic and flung it in the direction of the griffon hen who dodged it effortlessly.

“That was pathetic. You couldn’t even hit the broad side of a barn!” The griffon laughed.

“I wasn’t aiming for you.” The filly said trying to keep up a brave face despite her fear.

“She was aiming for me.” The colt said causing both of them to turn around.

(Start Song)

On the ground was an empty syringe in front of the young colt. The filly and the hen’s eyes turned to pin pricks at what they saw. The two mares that were restraining the young colt were dead. One of the dead mares was lying face down in a pool of her own blood while the other one was being used as a dummy by the colt.

The colt moved the dead mare’s mouth, making it look like she was talking as if she were a puppet in a horrific puppet show.

“Be careful! This one looks tough!” He made the dead mare say in a high squeaky voice.

“Oh really!” He said to the corpse before tossing the corpse to the side as if it were nothing.

“You underestimate me.” He said as a sadistic grin spread across his face as he tossed off his trench coat.

Before Zendana could even react she was sent flying back by a gloved fist that belonged to the little colt. Her back hit the wall causing her to grunt in pain.

“Play time.” The blood covered colt said with a gigantic grin as the crime mares lunged at him.

The first two mares pulled out knives and slashed at the colt to which he simply dodged the strikes as if they were nothing.

He threw a bone snapping kick to the first mare’s wind pipe, crushing it on impact. He caught the now choking mare’s knife and slashed the other mare’s throat before stabbing the knife back into its owners skull.

All of the thugs began to back away in fear at the sight of their colleagues being brutally murdered in front of them.

Zendana stared in horror at what she just saw. This colt just killed four of her subordinates like they were nothing. The hen couldn’t help but feel her stomach churn as the colt grab another thug and begin to repeatedly smash her brains into the wall over and over again. The mare’s skull kept making a splattering sound over and over again as it hit the wall before her lifeless body was thrown to the ground.

The colt then slowly turned towards the other mares and stared at them for a second.

“Give it up, you can’t win! You’re outnumbered!” Zendana said as she stood back up and took a stance. To her surprise the colt began to laugh. He laughed and he laughed hysterically.

Some of the thugs began to shake in fear. One of the mares fired a bolt of magic at the colt only for him to dodge it and stomp both of his hooves, causing a knife blade to pop out of the tips of his shoes.

He slammed a high kick to the mare’s throat, the shoe knife severing her carotid artery. As another mare came into the fray firing magic at him, he flipped sideways and slammed a kick into the mare’s stomach, the blade slicing open her stomach causing some of her intestines and organs to fall out onto the ground.

Five more suited mares came running down the alleyway towards him. The colt reached into his jacket and pulled out a gun and fired five shots. The mares’ skulls exploded in with blood and brain matter exploding everywhere. Most of it covering Zendana.

As the last of the thugs were now dead, the young colt turned and began to slowly walk towards the now shaking hen.

“Well, well, what happened to your cocky attitude-”

The hen slashed her claws at the colt only for him to leap backwards and take up a boxing stance.

“Ooooh, the turkey wants to fight! Looks like thanksgiving came early for me!” The colt laughed as the hen lunged at him.

Lost Soul couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Her father’s lackey were some of the strongest ponies that she had ever seen. Most of them were ex-guards or police. Yet here was this young colt who was taking down these deadly mares like they were nothing. She was horrified by the fact that he had killed them and was still throwing up at what she saw. But this was a life or death situation and this colt was doing something no pony had ever done for her except for her mother. He was protecting her.

As she wiped away the last of the bile from her mouth from where she threw up at what she saw, she turned her attention back to the young colt.

He was dodging the griffon’s talons and strikes as if they were nothing. The young colt ducked and weaved and delivered strong punches of his own that sent the griffon stumbling backwards with a bloodied beak.

He then delivered a backwards spin kick which sent the hen flying backwards into the wall. The hen coughed up blood as the colt then pulled out his gun again and aimed it at the hen.

“W-Wait!”

*BANG!*

The bullet ripped through the hen’s leg, causing her to scream in agony. The colt began to lose his balance as he legs became shaky. Despite the pain that wracked her body Zendana took advantage of the moment and forced herself up and limped out of the alleyway and down the street.

“Dammit… I missed.” The colt said as he fell to his knees and managed to put the gun away. The colt strained himself by turning to the nearest corpse and pulled out a few bags filled to the brim with bits. The young colt looked inside the bag and laughed and for no reason whatsoever tossed the bags to the young filly.

(Stop Song)

“Here you go kiddo! Buy yourself something nice!” He said before passing out on the ground.

Lost Soul looked into the bag and couldn’t believe it! The bags were filled to the brim with bits!

“Is he insane!? Why is he giving these to me!? She asked herself as she quickly tucked the bag of bits away in her jacket. She quickly ran over to the colt and picked him up as best as she could. She dragged him over to the opening of the alleyway and out onto the sidewalk where a bunch of ponies gathered around to see what the commotion was.

“H-HELP, SOMEPONY HELP!” The little filly screamed for help as she dragged the bloodied colt to safety.

“What happened?” A mare carrying her foal in her arms asked with worry.

“M-My friend was attacked in that alley way! He m-managed to fight them off!” She said shakily as she was on the verge of tears at remembering the whole slaughter fest that took place in the alleyway just moments before.

The mare along with a few others looked down the alleyway and gasped in horror. The mare quickly covered her foal’s eyes.

“Quick, somepony get the guard!” She shouted as some ponies ran off to do just that as a bunch of other mares gathered around Lost Soul and the mysterious colt.

“Are you two alright?”

“What happened?”

“Is he alright?”

The ponies that gathered around were asking with worry.

The young filly could only stare at the colt on the ground speechlessly. His body was still covered from top to bottom in blood.

The little colt’s clothing was soaked with blood. From the looks of it he was wearing some type of expensive suit. It would have to be cleaned thoroughly to even have a chance to get the blood off. His mane and fur were so soaked with blood that she couldn't even tell what color they were. But from what she could tell his mane went a little past his shoulders. She cringed at the site of his broken wings that twitched every now and then. But when her eyes landed on his horn she felt her breath leave her.

His horn curved back. Her mother told her stories about a race of ponies that had curved horns. They were called Shadow ponies and were believed to be extinct. The last known shadow pony that was seen was King Sombra.

Legend had it that they had a type of magic that only they could use, not even the princess could use there type of magic nor did they know how it worked or anything about it for that matter. They were so secretive in their ways that they refused to teach the princesses their style of magic and even refused to even meet with them.

From the stories her mom told her, they were known for secretly helping ponies out all throughout Neighpan. While some of them liked to cause mischief but were harmless in their pranks. Very few of them were ever evil. But the ones that were, were very dangerous beyond belief. But the good ones kept them in line.

But unfortunately a horde of Wendigoes attacked a settlement filled with ponies, griffons, and many other creatures. They came out of nowhere and defeated the Wendigoes. But sadly they were all wiped out. Nopony has ever seen one since, with the exception of King Sombra.

“I-Is he an alicorn?” The same mare that was holding the baby asked.

“Yes.” She answered absent mindedly.

That was another thing that confused her. What was an alicorn doing in a back alley? Where did he come from? Why did he help her?

At that moment the filly heard the sound of clinking armor as a group of guardsmares came running towards them.

“What happened?” One of the guards asked to which Lost Soul told them what had happened in the alleyway.

The guard looked horrified as what she just heard and turned to the unconscious colt. She saw the bloodied blades on his shoes and then looked down the alleyway and saw the dead bodies.

“Oh Celestia! Did he k-kill them?!” The guard said as she tried to keep from vomiting.

“You bet your bippy I did, ha!” The colt said lifting his head off the ground before letting it fall back down to the ground.

“Are you alright?” The guardsmare asked the colt.

“I don’t know, you tell me!” He said in a sarcastic tone as he managed to force himself to sit up.

Everypony gasped in shock and horror when they saw his wings that were bent and broken. Every time his wings twitched a low sickening crack was heard every time.

“Your hurt don’t move! The ambulance carriage is on its way!” The guard ordered.

The colt then threw up what looked like a gallon of blood and then collapsed back onto his back, hurting his wings worse causing him to scream in pain to which he passed out.

Eventually the two of them were taken to the hospital. Lost Soul saw the colt that rescued her being wheeled off on a gurney into an operating room. A guard took a statement from her. Normally she would avoid any attention, especially from the guard. But there was no way to avoid it in this case. As soon as they patched her up she ran off. She knew it was only a matter of time before her father found out where she was.

Thanks to the money the colt gave her she would be set for a while.

As she ran off she could only pray that the colt made it. She had tears stream down her face. She turned back and faced the hospital one last time.

Unfortunately for them the only hospital that was nearby was a mental asylum for children. She stared at the sign that read:

Manehattan Children’s Mental Asylum

“Please be okay.” Was all she could say as she turned and ran for her life as she saw some very familiar suited ponies go walking into the asylum.

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Zendana ran for her life screaming and panting hysterically as she limped while trying to run for her life.

In her whole entire life she had never been so terrified.

Her leg was searing with mind numbing pain. But she didn’t care. She had to get away. She had to get away from that colt.

“HE’S A DEMON! HE’S GONNA KILL ME! I HAVE TO GET AWAY!” Was all she could think of as she limped for her life through the crowded streets of Manehattan.

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*Manehattan Child’s Asylum – Present Time*

In a white ICU room a young colt was lying in bed with an IV hooked up into his arm. His wings were wrapped tightly against his back in bandages with tiny splints to hold them in place.

The room was filled with equipment. A group of crystals was hanging over the young colt emitting a bright blue aura that was slowly mending and healing the colt’s body.

“Is it true what they said?” A nurse asked an orderly.

“Yeah, he fought off and killed twelve mares that were working for that organized crime syndicate.” The mare answered the nurse with a solemn look.

“What! I thought that group was just a myth!” The nurse said with a hand to her mouth in shock.

“Apparently they weren’t.” The orderly said with a somber expression as she and her friend checked back into the room and saw the little colt sleeping soundly.

“Poor little dear. He’s must be in so much pain right now. The fact that he was forced to take a life in order to save him and his little friend is just so sad.” The nurse said.

“How long have they been having those healing crystals on him?” The orderly asked.

“For a week straight. He was in so bad of shape that they weren’t even able to clean the blood off of him without hurting him. Unfortunately they found this out after they splinted his wings. Luckily the crystals have a disinfecting spell going on them. Even though they haven’t cleaned the blood off of him, there’s no risk of him getting an infection or something.” The nurse replied.

“Still, I don’t think I could ever stand being covered from head to hoof in blood.” She said with a shiver.

“I still can’t believe that he’s an alicorn.” The orderly added.

“I know, right? We’ve been trying to contact Canterlot but all of the telephones have been down for the past two weeks. The weather team’s planned storm took fried all of the communications by accident and now the whole hospital has to be rewired with new phone lines.” The nurse said with a sigh.

“Where were his herd mothers during all of this?”

“I don’t know, there has been a search for the colt’s family but nothing has come up yet.” The nurse answered.

“It’s been a week now, he should be healed enough for us to get him cleaned up.” The nurse added as her and the orderly both walked into the room with the young colt.

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The alicorn colt was walking down a narrow corridor. The whole room was dark. His footsteps echoed loudly as he kept walking. He felt as if he were walking to his own death.

Eventually a bunch of lights turned on, all of them going down the corridor. He saw his reflection in a puddle. His face was covered by a mask that looked sort of like an oddly shaped glass dome. It even had a cape.

The young colt followed the trail of lights down the corridor.

All of a sudden. A loud bang was heard behind the colt.

He turned around only to see a figure that was very familiar to him. He ran as fast as he could. He ran for his life.

“GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!” The colt screamed.

The figure gave chase after the little colt.

“You have nowhere to run.” The figure said.

“STAY BACK!” The colt screamed as he ran only to come to a stop as he ended up at a ledge of a metal platform. There was nowhere for him to run. He was trapped.

Below him was a giant vat of a green glowing liquid.

He turned around to see the figure walking towards him.

“Wait! Stay back!” He said as the figure grabbed him and lifted him up over his head.

“NO! NO! NOOOOOOO!” The colt screamed as he was thrown into the vat of chemicals and washed away.

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The nurse and the orderly were both bathing the young colt as best as they could. They had the shower going as they laid him on a bench and were trying to clean the blood out of his fur and mane.

The two mares tried to scrub the blood out of the colt’s fur as best as they could but they found the task difficult.

“The blood won’t come out!” The orderly said.

“At least we don’t have to worry about him being awake during this. Can you image how the poor dear would react if he saw himself covered in blood!?” The nurse said.

At that moment the colt’s eyes shot open.

“Damn…I feel like I got hit by a truck.” He said.

At that moment he spotted the two mares that were bathing him. To say things were very awkward would be a huge understatement. Especially considering what part of him they were currently cleaning.

“GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY JUNK!” He said as he kicked the orderly in the chest, sending her stumbling back into the wall. She slipped and fell to the floor of the shower.

The nurse tried to restrain the colt and calm him down only to be shoved back as he jumped up and took a fighting stance. This caused the splints on his wings to come undone and fall off and his now healed wings to spread open widely in agitation.

“C-Calm down! We’re not going to hurt you!” The nurse said as the orderly got up from the ground. Her scrubs now soaking wet.

“Little one, please calm down! We were just trying to clean you up! That’s why we’re in a shower washing you off!” The orderly said fearfully.

“What are you?” the colt asked as he narrowed his eyes in confusion.

“We’re ponies…just like you…your highness.” She quickly added the last part.

“Ponies? Your highness? What are you talking about?” The young colt said as he looked down at his body and saw that he was covered in dried blood.

“I’m covered in blood…Nothing new there.” He said to the two mares shock. As he looked down again he saw something that made his eyes turn to pinpricks.

“MY DICK! WHERE IS MY DICK!” He screamed in panic and rage.

“W-What! I-It’s still there!” The nurse said with confusion and some panic.

“NO! MY BALLS ARE STILL THERE! BUT MY DICK IS NOWHERE TO BE SEEN!” The colt screamed as he grabbed a nearby bottle of rubbing alcohol that the two mares were trying to use to clean the blood out of his fur and mane and broke the bottle. He held the bottle like a knife and pointed the sharp end at the mares.

“IF YOU DON’T TELL ME WHERE MY DICK IS THEN TWO BITCHES ARE ABOUT TO GET CUT!!!” He screamed in pure rage as he got closer with the broken glass bottle.

“Your sheathe! It’s in your sheathe!” The nurse screamed in terror.

“…My what?” The colt said in confusion.

After a very embarrassing conversation about equine anatomy, and after checking for himself and seeing that he still had his male parts. The colt managed to calm down.

“See! Your dick is still there! Now can you please put down the broken bottle?” The nurse begged.

“Ahhh!!! Alright.” He said as he threw the glass bottle behind himself. The sound of glass shattering could be heard.

“Sorry about that ladies. How long have I been out?” He said with a smile. Scaring the mares at his sudden mood change.

“A w-week.” They both said.

This seemed to not really bother the colt as he shrugged it off.

“I’m guessing I’m in a hospital.” He said.

“Y-Yes… A mental asylum for foals.”

“Foals… as in kids right?” He asked.

“Y-Yes.” The orderly answered with fear.

“Well that’s ironic… I’m back in the nut house…again.” He said with a deadpan expression.

“Well… You two seem kind of scared. So why don’t I just shower off this blood. You can calm down. Then we can play twenty questions with each other. Sound good??” He asked with a disturbing smile spreading across his face.

“Y-Yeah! Sounds great!” The two said as they both ran off to get the doctor.

The colt got into the shower and began to wash the blood off of him. He had washed blood off of himself thousands of times. This was nothing new to him.

“Just where the hell am I? Last thing I remember was I was trying to lie low. I was wearing my disguise and was walking on the bridge when I saw a bus come flying down the street out of nowhere. I could have sworn I saw Deathstroke fighting some other guy on top of a bus. Then there was a bright flash and that’s all I remember. Just what the hell happened?” The colt thought to himself.

“I’ve never seen creatures like those before.” He said as he looked into a tiny hand mirror that was in the shower.

“It looks like I’ve been turned into one of them and I’m a kid no less.” He said as he looked over his new body.

“It looks like I have both a horn and wings. Why did they call me ‘your highness’ anyway? And why is that I have a curved horn and theirs is straight?” He thought aloud.

As he washed the last remnants of blood out of his fur and mane, it swirled down the drain and disappeared altogether.

The colt then stepped out of the shower ad found his cloths. The blood was washed out of them and they looked completely brand new. He slipped them on and figured he could get the answers later.

“Oh well. It looks like this world could be very interesting, in fact I can’t wait to have a little fun. Hehehe…hahaha! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” The young alicorn began to laugh insanely as he looked at himself in the mirror.

When he finally began to calm down he turned to see a group of four doctors standing at the doorway to the bathroom. By his guess they were all female.

From the looks of it they were all greatly disturbed by the scene in front of them as he tried to control his fit of laughter. The young colt tried to stop his laughter completely but even that was a challenge. But eventually he did stop.

“A-Are you alright?” One of the doctors asked.

“Yes…Yes I am…Soooooo…How can I help you?” He said with a gigantic smile spreading across his face.

“We were hoping you would be up to answering a few questions. But first we need to examine you?” The doctor said as she regained her composure.

“But of course. Please lead the way.” He said with a slight bow. The mares took him to an examination room and performed a very thorough exam on him. They were surprised that the young colt was able to stand. The doctor said he had healed up nicely but he still wasn’t fully healed yet. But at least he could move around freely. The doctors were caught off guard by the fact that he had canine teeth and could eat meat. One thing did catch the colt’s attention during the whole examination. The doctors kept taking multiple samples from him. They took quite a few blood samples, hair samples, and skin samples, you name it. Anything that could be studied they took a sample of it.

As they walked down the hallway heading to another room. They passed by a lot of little colts and fillies. Some of them seemed just fine which he guessed were afflicted with mild or less severe mental problems while others showed more severe symptoms. One little colt was bashing his head against a wall to the point where he was drawing blood. Luckily a nurse was nearby and she stopped him before he could do any real damage.

The nurse spoke softly and lovingly to the colt telling him that everything was going to be alright as she gently carried him to an examination room to treat his injury.

The alicorn colt looked around and saw that there were doctors and nurses everywhere. To his surprise he saw that there was at least one nurse or doctor assigned to each child. And they were actually doing their jobs, they were actually helping the patients. This place actually had a happy atmosphere to it.

“Something wrong?” One of the doctors asked in concern.

“Nothing, it’s just…strange.” The young alicorn said.

“What is?” She asked.

“Out of all of the insane asylums I’ve been sent to, I’ve never seen one where every single one of the patients are actually assigned a doctor or nurse to them. Some of them even have two or more doctors with them. Usually it’s one doctor working with multiple patients.” He said with genuine surprise as they continued to walk down the twisting and turning hallways.

“Y-You’ve been to other mental institutes before?” One of the other doctors asked shakily to which the colt nodded.

“W-Well to answer your question the government pays for all forms of medical care. The Princesses spare no expense what so ever. So no pony has to pay a single bit for any form of medical treatment. Specialists are sent in to help those in need. Didn’t they do that for you?” She asked.

“No actually, they just threw me into a cold damp cell and left me to rot, saying I was nothing but a nuisances to society that should be locked away or killed. Worst of all in any other circumstance I would be forced to pay for the ‘treatment’ they gave me.” He said as his demented smile returned.

“They what!” The all said in panic.

“What was the name of the asylum you were in?” The nurse quickly asked as she began to take notes.

“Arkham Asylum for the Criminally Insane.” He answered.

“W-What? Who would put foals your age in there! Where was this at?! There’s no way that could happen in Equestria!” She answered.

“I don’t know where this Equestria is. But I’m from the country of the United States, I lived in a place called Gotham city. On its outskirts is where the asylum is.” He answered smiling. This horrified the doctors. Despite all of the horrifying things he was telling them he still maintained that ungodly smile.

“W-We have to go check on some things.” One of the doctors said as she and two other doctors walked down a separate hallway leaving the colt with only one doctor.

“So I’m guessing you’re the psychiatrist?” He said to which the mare nodded.

“I am. I’m Doctor Sweet Heart.” She said, the colt could only look at her with a expression that said ‘are you freaking serious?’. The colt simply shrugged and kept walking with the mare.

“So what was with the blood samples and stuff?” He asked as they entered what looked like a play room.

“Oh well, you’re the first shadow pony to ever be seen in thousands of years. Quite frankly shadow ponies are believed to be extinct, then there’s the fact that you’re an alicorn. The Princesses will want to meet you. This is literally a huge moment in history! But we do have a lot of things we need to talk about little one.” She said as they both sat down at a tiny children’s table.

“Princesses? What Princesses?” He asked all of a sudden going on full alert.

“You don’t know who the Princesses are?!” She said as if he grew a second head. The young doctor saw that he was serious.

“I am from another country.” He said which she seemed to realize at that moment.

“Sorry about that, I forgot about that part.” She said with a sheepish grin.

“Why did those two nurses call me ‘your highness’?” He asked.

“Because you’re an alicorn.” She said.

“What’s that?” He asked.

“It’s a pony that has both a horn and wings.” She said.

“Do you want to play with some of the toys while we talk?” She asked with a gentle smile on her face hoping that this would get him to open up to her and feel comfortable.

“Ah play therapy! Good choice in your approach but very predictable. You want me to play with some toys so I can feel comfortable and open up to you. You lull me into a sense of security with you and watch me play with the toys and interpret what it means.” The colt said, his smile growing even bigger.

Doctor Sweet Heart was speechless at his knowledge of psychology. Even though he took her completely by surprise she managed to regain her composure.

“Would you like to paint a picture instead?” She asked.

“Art therapy, you have me paint or draw a picture and you ask me questions as I make the picture to see what emotions I’m feeling and to help you interpret what the painting/drawing means. There has been a lot of criticism about its credibility though.” He said as he looked at his gloved hand for a moment.

“You sure know a lot about psychology.” She said.

“When you’ve been to as many psychiatrists as I have you, learn a thing or two.” He said as if it were nothing. Dr. Sweet Heart gained a very serious expression.

“We need to talk about something serious. Y-You killed t-twelve mares a week ago. I know it was in self-defense for yourself and your friend Lost Soul. But we need to talk about it.”

“Who’s Lost Soul?” He asked.

“The little filly you saved. Aren’t you two friends?”

“Ah, her. We actually just met really. So we helped each other out. How is she anyway?” He answered.

“She’s okay but unfortunately she ran off and left the hospital before we could do anything. She saved your life by bringing you in here.”

“Hm…Yeah, she did save my ass.” He said.

“Language! Little colt’s do not talk like that!” Doctor Sweet Heart said with an angry look. But to her surprise he looked down at the ground in shame.

“I’m sorry…Just after everything that has happened…” He trailed off.

“Oh I’m sorry honey… You feel bad. I shouldn’t have gotten angry like that. You feel guilty over killing those mares.” She said apologetically.

“Not really, quite frankly I couldn’t care less about those bitches.” He said as his demented smile came back in full force. The mare reared back in horror at what she had just heard.

“Why don’t we just get down to the questions you were wanting to ask me? Okay?” He said to her, unnerving her. At that moment a stallion wearing a doctor’s outfit came into the room and sat down in a chair.

“A-Alright… How old are you?”

“15.” He lied. In actuality, he was in his late twenties to early thirties.

“Where are your parents?” She asked.

“They’re both dead… at least I think they are… I honestly have no memory of my past”

“I’m so sorry…Wait a minute! You have no memory of your past!?” She asked with pure shock.

“Nope.” He answered simply.

“Um where do you live?” She asked.

“Nowhere currently.” He answered.

“You’re homeless?” The stallion asked.

“For the moment, yes. Who are you?” The colt asked as he eyed the stallion intently.

“I’m Dr. Sound Mind. A psychiatrist. We’ll be recording this whole session if that’s alright with you.” He said as he looked at the colt with a smile.

“Sure why not, I mean she kept that little tape recorder in her pocket the whole time thinking that I was too stupid to even notice what was going on as she took her notes in her little journal. Suuure why not. I mean you’re only asking me if it’s alright so you can try to make me feel like I have a choice in the matter so I can feel comfortable enough to hopefully open up to you so suuuuuure, why the hell fucking not!” He stated. Dr. Sound Mind and Dr. Sweet Heart were speechless. But the two psychiatrists managed to snap out of their shock.

“Can you tell me about this Arkham Asylum that you were at?” Sound Mind asked as Sweet Heart set the tape recorder on the middle of the table.

“Yes well, everyone there is either classified as mentally insane or mentally ill. You have to be a real whack job to get in there or so they say.” He answered.

“Would you say that you are mentally ill?” The stallion asked.

“That’s what it says on my medical records. That and ‘the subject is bat shit insane!’ but that’s what every single psychiatrist I’ve ever met said about me. But what do they know.” He said as he leaned back in his chair.

The two doctors look at each other uneasily. They both knew that something was not right with this colt but everything he was telling them was very disturbing.

“What were the doctors like in Arkham?” Dr. Sweet Heart asked.

“They were cold, uncaring, and only cared about clocking out and getting paid than actually doing their job. But that’s just my opinion. Quite frankly they seemed afraid of me and the others.” He said.

“Others? Are talking about the other patients?” Sound Mind asked.

“Yes.”

“How many patients the asylum has?” The mare asked.

“I’d say that it has approximately…5000 patients.” He said with a shrug.

“5000!” The doctors shrieked in shock

“That’s what I just said. But it wasn’t all bad. I did have fun there with some of my old ‘friends’.” The colt said with an emphasis on the word friends as an evil grin spread across his face.

“How about you tell us about your friends.” The mare asked.

“Well we’re all locked up in our cells on the top floor in maximum security and-”

“Maximum security! Why would they put you there? And why would they put you in cells!” Sweet Heart said outraged.

“These two are as dumb as a sack of hammers.” The colt said in a low voice.

“What was that?” The two asked confused.

“Nothing.” He said waving it off before continuing.

“We all have a history with each other. I mean we all have to eat in the same cafeteria and shower in the same room together and sometimes be cell mates. When you’re force to be that close to each other you tend to learn a whole lot about each other. I think the two that I was around the most were Poison Ivy and Harvey.” The young alicorn explained.

“Are they foals like you?” The mare asked.

“If you’re asking if they’re the same age as me then yes, yes they are.” The colt says as he rolls his eyes.

“Harvey? I’ve never heard a name like that before.” The stallion says.

“Everyone calls him Two-Face. But I call him Harvey.” The colt answered.

“Why do they call him Two-Face?” The mare asked.

“The left side of his body and face is burnt and horribly scarred. It affected his mind so badly that he decides everything with a flip of a coin, it gave him a split personality disorder. I’ve seen him use his coin to decide whether or not to kill someone.”

“W-What!” The two gasped.

“Yeah, that son of a bitch has it out for me. Don’t know why though.” The colt added as he leaned back in his chair as his psychotic smile came back.

“A-And you said this is an asylum for the criminally insane? Why would they put you foals there?” Sweet Heart asked.

“It’s a state run asylum and the only one around that the state believes is qualified to ‘handle our special cases.” The young colt said with a laugh.

“Special cases?” The mare asked.

“Certain patients are a little special. Like Killer Croc who is part reptile or Poison Ivy for example who is part plant.” He said to which the two doctors felt there jaws drop at this news.

“She can literally control plants with her mind. Just give her some water, dirt, sunlight and she’s good to go hahahaha! I mean that bitch got upset when I tried to see what would happen if I buried her in the ground with only her head sticking out of the ground! HAHAHAHA! You should have seen her screaming! ‘I’ll kill you, you bastard!’ as she chased me around the grounds when she finally got out.” The colt laughed.

“You what!”

“Hey! I made sure she got plenty of water and sunlight!” The colt defended.

“She’s always pissed off. She made one of her plants slam me into a wall just because I slapped her ass once. Maybe she’s so pissed off because she’s barren.” The little alicorn said with a shrug.

“S-She’s what?” Dr. Sweet Heart asked with sadness.

“Yeah, her condition has left her unable to have kids. It affects her so badly that, I’ve seen her in her cell cradling a baby doll while she’s crying to herself softly when she thinks no one’s looking.” He said with another shrug.

“That poor little filly.” The mare said with a tears in her eyes. This only seemed to annoy the colt.

“What I don’t get is that she always calls me an insane psychopathic bastard, yet she walks around the asylum wearing nothing but a pair of panties and red button up shirt in a place filled with criminals. Who’s the real whack job there?” The colt said with a raised eyebrow.

This horrified the two doctors. They both quickly jotted this new information down in their notebooks. They both feared for the filly’s safety in a place like that. She was obviously unwell from the way she behaved from what the colt told them.

“Damn Ivy being nothing but a cock tease.” The colt muttered. Dr. Sweet Heart could see that the colt was getting irritated. She figured that it would be a good idea to move on to a different subject for a little a bit.

“Let’s move onto you.” The mare said as she used her magic to grab another notepad so she could take more notes since she just filled the other one up.

“What the hell!” The colt jumped back at the sight of the mare using magic.

“What! What’s the matter!?” The both asked with worry.

“What’s the deal with the glowing floating notebook?” He said eyeing the mare and the floating notebook in question.

“You mean my magic?” She asked.

“You can do magic?” He asked still taking a defensive stance.

“Yes, all unicorns and alicorns can do magic? You act like you’ve never seen magic before.” She said.

“Only on a few occasions. Every time it was used to hurt me.” He said to which the two gasped again.

“Magic is only used by secret societies where I’m from. Everyone thinks that magic is just a crock of bull shit.” He said as he sat back down in the chair.

“What? But magic is everywhere, it’s all around us, in every living creature!” She said.

“So is the Force.” He said sarcastically.

“Haven’t you ever used magic before?” She asked.

“Nope, never in my life.”

“But you’re an alicorn! Alicorns have some of the most powerful magic ever!” She ranted.

“Wait a minute! Are you saying I can learn magic?” The colt asked in shock and amazement.

“Yes, we have some beginner books here for young colts and fillies. You really don’t know how to do magic?” She asked to which he nodded.

“We can teach you basic spells but if you want anything advance you’ll have to get a book on it or go to a magic school. Basically you use your horn to do magic. But learning magic takes a lot of time.” The stallion said to which the colt’s smile grew bigger and bigger by the second.

“I don’t know how to use these things.” He said pointing to his wings.

“We have some physical therapy set up for you that will teach you some flying exercises. Don’t worry, you’ll be flying and using magic in no time.” She said with a smile.

“But first we need to know more about you.” She said.

“More questions, fan fucking tastic!” The colt groaned mentally.

“Tell me, what was a regular day like for you at the asylum?” She asked.

“Well I would wake up around 8am in the morning. Be taken to the showers to get cleaned up. Go to breakfast. Then I’d go to the court yard for a few hours where I would work out for a little bit. Then I’d play basketball or baseball or anything that there was to pass the time. I’m actually pretty good at most sports believe it or not.” The colt answered.

“What would the others be doing?” Sweet Heart asked.

“Harvey sits there flipping his coin like a sour puss half the time. The other half he is working out. But other times he tends to stick to himself. As for ivy she’s always tending to the asylums gardens.” He said with a bored look before he continued.

“Then after that we would go to group therapy where we all get to talk about our feelings with each other. That was always interesting. There was this one time when Bane slammed ten guards straight through a brick wall in a split second before his shock collar activated and subdued him. All that in a split second.” The colt said.

“Then around that time we would all head to lunch and grab a bite to eat, talk with each other, or just try to kill each other. It would be noon around that time. From there we would be allowed some free time in the lounge where we could watch some TV, play some cards. Stuff like that.” He explained appearing more bored now and slightly annoyed.

“What would you do?” Sound Mind asked.

“I’d watch some TV, relax, and plan my escape.” He explained.

“You what? Why?” Sweet Heart asked with concern.

“Because I wanted out of there. Simple as that. Besides, I’ve escaped Arkham tons of times.” He said in an annoyed tone as he leaned his chin against his hand.

“Around that time I would receive a number of different types of treatments. Ranging from regular standard treatment to more…extreme treatments. Like shock therapy.” The colt said with a smirk.

“What’s shock therapy?” The two doctors asked.

“It’s where they strap you down against your will attach little probes to your head and shock you repeatedly with electricity thinking that it will help you get better as you lay there twitching and screaming in pain.” He said like it was nothing.

“WHAT THE FUCK! WHO COULD DO SUCH A THING!?” The two shouted in horror.

“If it doesn’t work they just keep upping the voltage. I’m used to it. Doesn’t really do anything to me anymore. Look at the bright side. At least they didn’t give me a lobotomy. That’s where they ram a metal rod into your brain or where they just cut out a chunk of your brain and hope that it cures you when it just turns you into a babbling, drooling idiot. If you live that is.” He said.

At that point Sound Mind began to throw up in a bucket as a Sweet Heart began to wrench.

After ten minutes the two psychiatrists managed to calm down and regain some of their composure.

“Then I would be taken to my psychiatrist for my regular daily therapy session.” He said before the doctors could say anything.

“Your psychiatrist, what was she like?” Doctor Sweet Heart asked.

“Starting out, she was quite nice and caring.” He said.

“Really? Well that’s good…Wait a minute. What do you mean starting out?” The mare asked wearily.

“She became even nicer and very affectionate towards me.” He said with a smirk.

“Oh ok then, I was worried that she became mean to you.” She said with relief.

“Oh heavens no! She was very attentive during our sessions. She was trying to get to know more about me. Trying to see if she could help me. Trying to see what made me tick.” He said laughing a little.

“Well it seemed like she was just trying to help you in any way that she could.” Dr. Sweet Heart said as she took a sip of her bottle of water that she had. She then handed her colleague and the colt bottles of their own.

“Yeah, she tried to help me. She tried to help me out as much as she could. When that didn’t work she fucked my brains out.” The colt said.

The two doctors did a spit take. The colt glared at them as he wiped the water off of his face.

“SHE DID WHAT!!!” They screamed in horror.

“I mean, she could do this thing with her tongue that would make my eyes cross and roll back into my head at the same time.”

“Stop! Stop! Please just stop!” Sound Mind said as he looked like he was about to throw up again.

“Dear Celestia! This is the worst case of foal abuse I’ve ever heard of yet!” Sweet Heart said.

“She became obsessed with me at some point and began to go insane. She was later committed to the very asylum she worked at. Now that I find funny.” The colt said laughing a bit.

“Where were your herd mothers during all of this? Why didn’t they press charges?!” The mare asked.

“My what?” The colt asked with confusion.

“The mothers in your herd.”

“What the hell is a herd? You mean like a herd of animals?” He asked with a tilt of his head.

As the two doctors explained what a herd was to the colt and how mares outnumber stallions ten to one, he simply looked at the doctors with even more confusion.

“You mean to tell me a herd is one guy married to multiple ladies? Yeah, I hate to imagine what happens when they all sink up during that time of the month. Where I’m from its just one guy with one girl. But hey, I don’t judge. But I have to ask, how does that work out?” He said.

“I’m in a herd with three loving mares, it works out quite well. I have three little foals.” Doctor Sound Mind said smiling as he thought about his family. His expression quickly shifted back to worry when he remembered what the colt said.

“I have to say you act strange for a colt. Most colts are sweet and innocent and don’t like to fight or get dirty. Most of the time it’s fillies that get into fights.” Sweet Heart said.

“What do mean? Wait a minute… what’s the dominate gender in Equestria?” The colt said as a realization hit him.

“Um…mares. Why?” The mare asked.

“Where I’m from, males are the dominate gender.” The alicorn answered.

This interested the two doctors. As the little alicorn began to talk about how things were where he was from.

“It seems like our cultures have gender roles reversed.” Sound Mind said.

“So it seems ole boy.” The colt said.

“We need to talk about what that…That evil mare did to you.” Sweet Heart said with a serious tone.

“I’d rather move on to another subject, I’m already bored as it is.” He said in annoyance.

Dr. Sweet Heart was about to protest until Dr. Sound Mind put a hand on her shoulder.

“If we press him too hard he’ll close himself off from us completely.” He whispered.

“You’re right.” She said reluctantly.

“Well, what do you like to do fun?” She asked the alicorn in an attempt to change the subject.

“Spread chaos.” He said which confused the doctors.

“I’ll let you on a little secret though.” He said with a smirk.

“Really, what is it?” She said as she gave the colt a smile in an attempt to make him feel more at ease.

“Everyone thinks I’m dead back where I’m from.” He said with a deranged smile.

“What!”

“Yep, it’s hilarious! Everyone thinks my body was cremated!” He said with a laugh. The doctors were horrified.

“Aren’t there ponies who are worried about you?!” The mare said with worry.

“There’s only one guy who was worried about me and he’s happy that I’m dead.” The little alicorn said chuckling.

“What! Why would he want you dead!? Was he trying to kill you!?” The mare asked worrying about the foal’s safety.

“Oh heavens no, he just beats me to within an inch of my life. I mean one of the times he’s beaten the ever loving shit out of me was in a giant warehouse that was filled to the brim with corpses! The corpses really set the mood for our fight! There had to at least have been a thousand bodies!” The colt said with demented laughter.

The two doctors could only look on in absolute horror. This colt was laughing at death like it were nothing and the fact that somepony was after him. He acted as if it were entertainment.

“Though I can’t help but feel terribly sad… He’s not here… I wish I could see him again one last time… So we can have one last epic battle to end all battles… Then I can kill him… Or he’ll kill me. Either way, I win.” He said with a genuinely sad expression. But what he said unnerved the two doctors.

“Um… Can you please excuse us for just a moment?” Dr. Sweet Heart asked nervously.

“Of course! Take all the time you need!” The alicorn said switching to a cheerful tone in an instant.

The two psychiatrists walked out of the room and into a little conference room. They were still able to see the colt through a two way mirror that was set up between the rooms.

“Dear Celestia, that poor damaged colt.” Dr. Sound Mind said with a frown.

“It’s obvious that he’s lost his mind.” Dr. Sweet Heart said with a sad expression just as the three other female psychiatrists came walking into the room.

“How’s the little colt?” One of the three doctors asked.

The two doctors told the others what they found out. The others could only stand there with horrified expressions on their faces.

“This has got to be one of the most horrifying cases I’ve ever heard! No wonder he freaked out when he was in the shower!” One of the mares said.

“That’s not all, from what he’s told us he has no family or anypony to look after him. But what disturbs me most is the fact that he’s practically showing no remorse for killing those mares. I mean I understand that it was self-defense, but still! He should at least be feeling something instead of just laughing at it! I mean the fact that he was covered in blood didn’t seem to faze him at all!” Dr. Sound Mind ranted.

“We each handle stress in our own ways. He could be having trouble processing what happened. I mean, just look at his mental state. But we need to keep a close eye on him.” Dr. Sweet Heart added.

“But I’m not going to lie… He scares me… The way he just kept staring at us the whole time… and that smile.” She said with a shiver.

(Start song)

“But I’m not going to give up.” She said as she walked back into the room.

“I’m sorry about that little one… You know us adults. Always doing boring paperwork.” Dr. Sweet Heart said with a somewhat forced smile.

“But of course my dear.” The colt said as his stomach growled loudly.

“Oh, I’m sorry about that! You must be hungry!” She said.

“Yes, I am completely famished my dear.” He said.

“Well me and the others will be more than happy to escort you to the cafeteria. I hear they are serving ice cream for all the good little colts and fillies.” She said with a smile.

“Sounds good!” He said as he clapped his gloved hands together and got up from his chair.

“You’re a snappy a dresser. I have to say, I like the suit.” She said feeling more confident now as they all walked to the cafeteria. She shouldn’t be afraid of this little colt she told herself. He just needed her help as far as she knew.

“Why thank you my dear! This suit is actually my signature look believe it or not!” He said as his smile turned to a genuine one.

“Really?” She said acting impressed to make the little colt feel more comfortable. She needed to be the one in control if she wanted to help him. Stroking his ego a little would help him feel at ease with her.

“If I went through everything he went through I’d probably be a little scary too.” She thought to herself as she began to calm down.

As the colt and the group of psychiatrists entered the cafeteria they walked over to a table and sat down together.

“What would you like to eat…um.” She asked as she just realized something very important.

“I just realized I never got your name. I’m sorry about that. That was very rude of me. What’s your name little guy? Or should I just call you Mr. Snappy Dresser.” She said in a kidding manner as she looked at the little alicorn colt sitting in front of her.

The little colt had a white horn that curved backwards that showed his Shadow Pony lineage along with a pair of big white wings that he kept tucked under his suit jacket. The young alicorn wore a clean pressed purple suit along with a pair of black leather gloves on his hands accompanied with a pair of black dress shoes. His fur was a pristine shade of snow white while his mane was a deep shade of dark green. His eyes were bright emerald green and his lips a deep shade of ruby red.

He looked at the mare with an insane gleam in his eyes as his ruby red lips stretched into a psychotic smile.

“They call me the Joker.”

Author's Note

Oh my God! The Joker's in Equestria! Did anypony see that coming? Also, 3 chapters in one day!

I couldn't help but imagine Joker with a British accent when I saw the picture of him. Don't worry this Joker is voiced by Mark Hamill.

But seriously tell me what you think of this chapter?

Also, if you wondering what my OC Lost Soul looks like, imagine her like this:

But in anthro unicorn form. She has the same type of hat as is shown in the picture. Also, her fur is a robin's egg blue. Her mane I'm not sure on yet. I might make it back. These colors are not final, I might change them later on.

She's going to be playing a big role in the Joker's story.

Also, the picture of the Joker that was shown at the end was a commission that I got from this guy:

http://americandork.deviantart.com/

Also, again I'm sorry for the long wait for these chapters. The total number of words for these three chapters is over 41K!

For now I'm going to focus on making a few more chapters for A Swordsman's Path to Redemption and The Return of a Legend before coming back to this. But don't worry, I be sure that you don't have to wait as long as last time.

Also, a big shout out to Xinrick and qazse for helping me out with ideas for the story.

Also, another big shout out to my new editor HydraLightning!

Don't forget to comment!

God Bless!

• Axel

P.S. I'm currently working on the next chapter for The Return of a Legend.