The Raid of Equestria

Princess Celestia was in her throne room writing reports and writing letters back to Princess Twilight Sparkle.  Before she decided to call it a day, there was a knock on her door.  "Come in" she said.  The door opened and a man in a suit entered.  He had short brown hair, fair skin, and brown eyes.  "Hello Your Majesty" he said as he bowed.  Princess Celstia's eyes widened.

"Moriarty!" She gasped.  "I thought I--!" The human used magic to wrap bandages around her mouth and hooves.

"Exiled me?" The human asked.  "Yes you did but I returned to tell you one thing..." He said as he approached her.   He reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring.  He placed it on her horn to prevent her from doing magic.  "Exiling me was the worst thing you've ever done to me.  Do you have any idea how much I was hurt, alone, and the pain and rage I had to go through?"

Princess Celestia struggled and moaned into the bandages.  Moriarty smiled and stroke her mane.  "I thought I'd see you one more time... Because the next time I come back, I'm going to do the same thing you did to me.  You will watch as I bring down Equestria and it's inhabitants so you will know the pain I went through." He clicked his fingers and watched as the bandages vanished.  Moriarty retrieved his ring from Princess Celestia's horn and teleported away.  Just then, Princess Twilight entered the throne room and gasped.

"Princess Celestia!" She rushed over to her.  "Are you ok? What happened?"

"Moriarty" Princess Celestia said.  "He's back."

"Back? I thought you exiled him."

"I did.  And he's not very happy about it.  He plans to lead an army of humans to destroy Equestria."

"Then we'll fight back" Princess Twilight said with determination.

"I'm afraid it won't be that easy" Princess Celestia said.  "I thought him magic so he'll know some spells that'll make mine useless."

"So what do we do?" She asked with worry.

"We get help from other humans" Princess Celestia said.

"You mean transport our own army of humans?" Princess Twilight asked.  Princess Celestia teleported herself and Princess Twilight to a large room with a crystal ball in the center.

"I haven't been completely honest my faithful student, but this item allows me to look into the human world.  And trust me, you don't want to see what I saw."

"But if you didn't like what you see, then why...?"

"There are very few humans I saw and I have a feeling that they'll help us.  I just have to bring them here..." The crystal ball began to glow.

"You're going to pick out six humans at random?" Princess Twilight asked.

"No... I'm going to find six humans who bears the same element as you and your friends."

Princess Twilight's eyes widened.  "There are humans out there who also bears the Elements of Harmony?"

Princess Celestia nodded.  She then focused on the crystal ball and began her search.

Under the hot summer sun, a young man wearing a white collard shirt, brown pants, and cowboy boots was walking through a town that looked very similar to the Old West.  He pulled out a revolver and opened the cylinder, counting six bullets.  He took one bite out of a half-eaten apple he had and tossed it aside as he chewed the piece of apple he bit.  He raised the gun up, pulled the revolver and shot a bullseye of the target set up.

Behind him, a few other cowboys cheered as the young man holstered his gun.  "That's what I'm talking about Ace!" A man called.

He walked over to a spot where a small table of snacks and drinks were set up.  He browsed through the bottles of drinks and came across a particular one.  "Bingo! Alcoholic Apple Cider!" He cried out.  He grabbed the bottle, popped the cap out and began chugging the cold drink down.  Before he could to his last few drops, he heard something.  He lowered the bottle down and set it back on the table.

"Hey Ace, is everything ok?" One if the cowboys asked.

"Yeah, everything's fine.  I'm just going to check something."  He left the group and walked towards the direction where he heard the noise.  "What was that? Some kind of snake?" He asked himself.  As he walked closer and closer towards a rock, he drew his revolver and quickly kicked the rock aside, quickly stepping back.  It was a snake but it looked like it didn't care that Ace was near.  Ace chuckled and holstered his gun.  Before he could return to the group, he heard another noise.  Like something was whispering to him.  Before he could investigate some more, a brilliant flash of white light engulfed him.  Ace shut his eyes and was transported somewhere.

At a baseball field, a young man wearing a baseball uniform and a red cap stepped up to bat.  He has blonde hair, blue eyes, and fair skin.  He patted the metal bat on the ground and got ready to swing.  The pitcher threw the ball.  The young man swung, and hit the ball.  He dropped the bat and began sprinting towards second base as his team cheered him on.  He stopped at third base.  Another player stepped up to bat.  The pitcher threw the ball and the player swung and hit it.  Before he could make it to second base, he tripped and landed face first into the dirt.

The player at third base raised a hand up.  "Wait!" He called as he sprinted towards the fallen player.  "Ferro! What are you doing?!" The coach yelled.  "The tournament is tomorrow! I won't allow you to--!"

"With all due respect coach..." Ferro said as he helped the player up.  "But he has an injured leg.  I care about the safety and health of the players on my team.  All you care is all of us being perfect players and winning the goddamn trophy.  You don't care if someone on the team is sick or injured.  Winning and being popular is all you care about."  Ferro lead the player back to the benches.

"Ferro this is practice! Why are you acting like you lost?!" The coach yelled as if the player was dumb.

"When was there ever a practice?" Ferro asked.  "Every time we practice, you treat it like it's the real game."

"Ferro! Ferro get your ass back over here!" The coach charged at Ferro.  But before he could roughly pull the injured player out of his grasp, Ferro picked up the bat, and swung it at the coach, knocking him to the ground.  The other players watched in shock at what Ferro did.

"Stay here" Ferro said to the injured player.  "I'll get the First Aid."  He got up and walked away.

"Ferro, aren't you going to apologize to the coach?" One of the players asked.

"I'll apologize if he does" Ferro answered as he headed towards the school building.

The high school senior entered the locker room and went over to the office.  "First Aid... First Aid" he said to himself.  Just then, he heard the clanging of a locker as if someone bumped into it.  "Are you ok?" He asked loudly.  He exited the office and looked around.  "Hello? Is anyone here hurt?" He walked past the lockers, checking around corners and the floor for blood in case someone got hurt really bad in here.  With no luck, Ferro shrugged and returned to the office to continue searching for the First Aid Kit.  Before he continued to look for it, a flash of bright light engulfed him and transported him away.

At a house, a party was being set up for a relative.  "Ok, banners check... Food, mom is cooking, prizes for the games, dad is getting, balloons...." The oldest brother looked around.  "Balloons, where are the balloons?" He asked.  He entered the living room and sighed when he saw a boy around 16 sprawled on an armchair.  His hair was dark brown with a faint pink dye on it.  He wore a black shirt, brown pants, white socks, and white sneakers,  his eyes were closed and there was a balloon sticking out of his mouth that isn't even close to being inflated.  Boxes of deflated balloons were scattered all over his feet.  "Patton" he said loudly.  Loud enough to wake him, but not loud enough to show anger or annoyance.

"Yeah?" Patton asked waking up.  He looked around and saw the scattered balloons at his feet.  "Holy shit! The party is in a few hours!" He said, as he was getting up in a rush.  He spat the deflated balloon out of his mouth.

"Look Patton, you spent all morning gathering these things, why don't you take a break? Take a nap and we'll call you when the party starts."

"Thanks Drake" Patton said.  "But I can help." He grabbed a deflated balloon and put the end part in his mouth.  Drake laughed.

"I'll take care of the balloons, Patton.... You take a nap.  You'll be needing all your energy for the party tonight."

"You're right" Patton said as he head towards the stairs.  "You know, if Pinkie Pie was here right now, everything would be ready before the guests even arrives."

"Who?" Drake asked, looking at him curiously.

"Want me to get into that now?" Patton asked.

"Tell me during the party."

"I'd rather tell you after the party."  Patton went up the stairs and entered his room.  It was a little messy and stuffed under the bed was a Pinkie Pie plushie.  Patton sighed as he sprawled on his bed.  "I have a feeling that today will be the best day ever" he said.  Before he could close his eyes, a bright flash of white light engulfed him.  "What the--?!" He cried out as he shielded his eyes.  Patton was then transported out of his room.

At a hotel, a young man with light brown skin, black hair and dark brown eyes was helping for a wedding.  He was wearing a black suit but no tie.  The man walked over to the brother of the groom.  He was around his late 20s but looked younger than his actual age.  "Ok, so I was thinking this..." He showed him drawings of various outfits.  "I was thinking the men wear these tuxedoes... And..." He turned the page.  "Should I design suits for women too?" He asked.

"Maybe you should ask the bride about that, Ronnie" the young man replied.  Just then, one of the groomsmen arrived.

"Hey Ronnie, I just talked to one of the hotel employees and they're saying the ballroom looks just like the bride wanted to look.  Plus they need someone to design the patterns on the floor.

"Ok, I'll do it" Ronnie said.  "They don't need to pay me, I'll be happy to do it free of charge."

"No, no... I'll do it" the brother of the groom said as he stepped forward. Ronnie looked at him confused.

"Are you sure? Because I wouldn't mind..."

"Look, you're called Generous Ronnie for a reason and we all respect that.  But sometimes you're getting way too generous.   Relax, step back, you need to learn... You can't be generous to everyone you see."

Ronnie wasn't hurt one bit.  "You're right, I need to slow things down."

"Good.  Here... Um... Give me the..." Ronnie handed him the sketch pad and pencil.  "Go outside, get some sun and fresh air, then come back in.  By then, the patterns will be completely drawn."

"Ok, thanks man... Bye."  Ronnie left the hotel and sighed.  But not with disappointment.  The weather was so nice, he suddenly felt relaxed and decided to stay out for awhile.  He looked around and saw that he was the only one outside.  Jaunt then, one of the employees of the hotel stepped into the doorway.

"I was told to close the door so bugs won't get in."

"Ok." Ronnie said.  The employee closed the door.  But as he did, neither he nor Ronnie heard a small click.  Ronnie was locked outside.  While Ronnie stayed under the warm weather, he felt a small gush of wind which suddenly encircled him, lifting him up an inch off the ground.  "What the hell?" He asked.  "What's going on?!" He cried out as he was carried a little but higher.  He glanced up and saw the sun shining brightly.  Before he was transported away, he could've sworn he saw an outline of Princess Celestia.

At a gym, a young man with fair skin, short black hair and brown eyes was punching and kicking a punching bag.  He wore a white shirt, black pants, white socks, and white sneakers.  As he continued practicing his punches and kicks, an old man with a bag walked by behind him.  "I'll see you in the morning, Raleigh" he said.

"Kay" he answered, without even turning around to look at him or even giving him a wave.  The man left the building as Raleigh kept punching and kicking the punching bag.  Before he could throw another punch, he heard a gunshot outside.

"Oh shit" he gasped as he rushed out of the gy and into the night sky.  He turned to an alley and saw the man leaning again the wall with a bullet wound in his chest.  Standing over him were three gangsters.

"Hey, the great Raleigh Dirk!" one of the gangsters said with a smile.  "Look, you've been looking forward to become the greatest fighter in town so here's the deal.  You finish off this guy whose been training you for years and has gotten you nowhere, and you join us and we..." Before he could continue, Raleigh ran up to him and punched him in the throat.  The gangster began choking and gagging as he fell to his knees.  Raleigh then did a kick so hard, the second his foot collided with his head, the gangster's neck snapped.  He charged at the second gangster and used him as a human shield as the third gangster emptied the gun into his chest.  Raleigh shoved the lifeless body of the second gangster aside and began throwing a couple of punches into the third gangster and delivered a final blow to the side of his head.

Raleigh rushed over to the man and removed his shirt.  He folded it to apply pressure to the wound.  "Come on, stay with me.  I'm going to get you to a hospital" he said.

"It's too late for that, Raleigh" the old man said.  "You were a good student.  For a minute I thought you would join those goons."

"Are you kidding?" He asked as tears formed in his eyes.  "You raised me and trained me ever since I was 10."

"And now you're 20.  10 years I raised you and not once did I have to scream at you for misbehaving."

"My parents taught me well" he said, laughing a little.  The old man reached into his pocket and pulled out a medal.

"Here... I've been meaning to give this to you..." Raleigh took the medal and looked at it.  Although there was no emblem of words engraved on it, he still put it around his neck and didn't care if the cold medal touched his bare chest.  He looked at his dead mentor, trainer, and father and broke down crying.  He got up and ran.  Unaware, his mentor was struggling to keep his eyes open.  Off the reflection of his eyes, he watched Raleigh fall to his knees, yelling in agony.  "Goodbye my son" the old man whispered.  As he closed his eyes and breathed his last, a flash of bright light engulfed Raleigh and transported him away.

My name is Travis and I'm just a really accurate guy.  And by accurate, I mean, I can correctly identify some things about an individual.  Think Sherlock Holmes but subtract the detective, scientific, and mathematical stuff.  That shit always slows me down despite me being someone with a sharp mind.

I have fair skin, shirt brown hair, and light brown eyes.  I wore a long-sleeved white shirt, black pants, black socks, and black shoes.  I was sitting at a bar enjoying a drink.  The bartender leaned towards me.  "You're still doing that favor right?" He asked.

"Yep" I answered as I took another sip from my drink.  I turned my head and saw a young woman with long brown hair working at one of the Poker tables.  "Hey is that her?" I asked.

The bartender glanced up and nodded.  "Ok... Here I go" he said nervously as he got over the counter.

"Wait, wait wait..." I said.  I gulped down my drink and left at least 2 more sips in there.  I turned the glass over and dumped out a silver ring.  The bartender grabbed a napkin and wiped it so well, it wasn't wet, nor did it smell like cider.  "All right, go" I said urging him.  I watched the bartender rush over to the young woman.  I saw him talk and talk until he got on one knee.  He showed her the ring.  It was clear... She said yes, everyone applauded as the two kissed.  Well, my work here is done.

I got up and casually left the casino and stepped out into the night sky.  As I turned to an alley, I was cornered by three men.  "Give us your money" one of them threatened as he aimed a silenced handgun at me.  I closed my eyes as their laughs echoed in my ears.  I opened my eyes and quickly grabbed the cocking mechanism and pulled it back, cocking the gun.  I grabbed the thug's hands and made him squeeze the trigger, shooting one of the thugs in the chest.  I wrestled the gun out of his grasp, and held it upside down.  I struck the thug with the butt of the gun.  The last thug pulled out a handgun, but I quickly shot him in the chest, wounding him.  I tossed the gun aside and leaned against the wall, exhausted.  Just then, I found myself engulfed in bright light and vanished.

Back in Canterlot, Princess Celestia stepped back with a smile.  "Did you find them?" Princess Twilight asked.

"Yes.  They should be here soon..." Just then, a bright flash of light illuminated the room and the six humans she transported fell before her and Princess Twilight.

"Aw... What the hell?" Ace asked.

"I'm never drinking again!" Ronnie complained.  I glanced up at Princess Celestia and Princess Twilight.

"Hi" I said nervously.  The other five humans looked up at the two.

"Please tell me that this is just a dream" Ronnie said.