Caliber's Adventure Log

Caliber walked on the path, aged thirty-six. He had been traveling for some time, now. the trail in front of him looked like it went on forever, yet he didn't see any trees ahead. He walked closer, and realized the trail ended abruptly. He had arrived at the edge of the world.

Thinking he has deserved a break, he sat down, and ruffled through his bag. Out came various things, bits, gems, even an artifact or two. But what he was looking for laid at the bottom. His adventure log. He pulled it out, and rubbed his hoof over the cover. He hasn't had to make an entry for some time now, for nothing of significance has happened of late. Opening the book to the first page, he looked at the first entry he made, all those years ago.

January 1st, 756.

I met a rather unique person today. I was taking a shortcut through a forest, minding my own business, when a zebra took my sword! Then he started sprouting nonsense about how i wasn't 'worthy' of having my sword! ARGH! I'll update when I get my sword back.

Caliber was already chuckling. Ah, he remembered Ruk, the zebra who he had to thank for his strong-as-an-earth pony frame. He remembered it like it was yesterday...

Twenty-four years earlier...

Caliber was walking on the path, looking at his map he had purchased the day before. "Now, if I keep along this path, I should be at Manehatten in around two days," he looked at the forest beside him. "Or I could cut through there, and be there in one day!" Tucking his map into his bag, he walked into the forest, keeping to the rough path inside it. "Heh, I'll be there in no time!" He chuckled to himself, "This was an easy decision!"

Still walking along the path, he came across a sign that read 'DANGER! STRONG WARRIORS ONLY BEYOND THIS POINT!' He looked at it for a second, before laughing and walking past it. "I'm a strong warrior!" He said to no-one in particular, "I've even got a sword to prove it!" He pulled out his sword, and it made a bell-like sound. He didn't know why it did that, but he didn't care. He was walking along the path, daydreaming about how he could fight an army, single-hooved, when he heard a growl. Turning around slowly, he saw a chimera. "Oh..." He said.

"'Oh' is right, little pony. What was that you were talking about? How you're a warrior, how you even have a sword to prove it?" The chimera sneered. "Luckily, you have a rather unique sword. It made that sound, and I followed it all the way to you." It smiled.

Caliber decided to bluff his way through. "Yeah...That's right!" He unsheathed his sword, and again, it made that bell-like sound. He pointed it at the chimera. "I may not look like it, but I have faced countless creatures before you! Each one stronger than you are!"

The chimera scoffed. Then it knocked the sword away. "You can't honestly believe I would just run, would you?" It looked down upon him, baring it's teeth. "And now, you're gonna be my supper."

Then a rustle in the bushes. Then Caliber saw a shadow move across the trees. The chimera had noticed it, too. "What is this...?" It asked, getting closer to the rustling bushes. "Do I have dessert...?"

The bushes exploded, revealing a rather large cloaked pony, and he dashed past the chimera, dragging his sword across it's side. The wound began to bleed, and the chimera backed off. "You...You're the Shadow of the Forest, aren't you?" It asked, keeping one paw over it's side. "I've heard rumors...but I didn't think you were real!" It tried to swipe at his head, but he side-stepped, and stuck his sword into it's foot, and twisted it. The chimera yowled in pain, and ran off.

Caliber let out a laugh. "Yeah, you better run!" He looked at his savior, and saw he had Caliber's sword. "Hey, ya found it!" Caliber said, as he reached out to get it.

The pony smacked Caliber's hoof with the flat of his sword. "Ow! Why'd you do that?!" Caliber asked, annoyed, "I want my sword!" He reached again, and again, got smacked.

"You aren't worthy," the pony said, with a deep voice. "I can't allow you to have this."

"What?!"

The pony threw off his hood, and he was revealed to be a zebra. "I'll say it once more," he put empathizes on it, "you. Are. Not. Worthy." He turned to leave, when he heard Caliber say something peculiar.

"Then make me worthy!"

The zebra stopped. "Hm?"

"Make me worthy! I want my sword back!"

The zebra smiled. "Do you even know what it's made of?"

"Titanium?"

"Wrong! It's mithril. That makes it a fine sword already, but this particular one's been tempered with dragon fire. And enchanted to be even more durable on top of that," he looked at it. "It's a fine sword, few are like it."

Caliber puffed himself up. "And it's mine!"

"Not until you're worthy."

"Then make me worthy!"

The zebra's eyes narrowed. There he goes again with the 'make me worthy'. "Fine. But first, we need to get to my house, it's getting dark." He turned, and disappeared into the woods.

"Argh, what choice do I have?" Caliber muttered to himself, before running after him.