Chapter 2:

I hopped onto all fours and looked at the mare, and glared at her. "You're when of them racist types, ain't'cha!" I said, unholstering my gun, and held it in my magic. She seemed to know what it was, or at least knew it was a weapon of some type, and backed off.

She took a defensive position, and ask, "Is you a changeling too?"

"What!? No! What do ya'll got against changelings anyhow?!" I pointed the barrel at her as she tried to flank me, "I ain't impressed with your attitude miss!" That was the last thing I said before a hard object hit me in the head, and I fell to the ground. I felt another hit to the head, and tried to get back up. After another moment, after opening my eyes, I saw a rock, with purple magic surrounding it. One final hit and I was out cold. The last thing I thought before falling in the cold embrace of sleep was, 'Shiiiiiiiiii~'.