My Little Pony: Tanks are Magic!?

Chapter 4: what's a Draconequuis ? Pt. 3

               Even with the town a fiery, bloody mess, there was one Soviet that mourned over something else. Aleksandr knelt down beside Gvozdika and remembered what his older brother said to him.

"Brother Aleksandr, this tank you are using. It was used by father back when he fought his last few years in the war."

"I know brother Nikoláy. You have already told me. Don't forget your lucky music box." Aleksandr said with a smirk. Nikoláy pulled out his music box with a chuckle. That's all he could remember. Or WANTED to remember. He pulled out his music box, probably the last one in the world, and started to play it.

                 His boots started to dull for some strange reason. Then his pants, then his jacket, and the rest of his body. A tear streaked down his face and onto the music box. Which also dulled. Ipati walked up to him. "Aleksandr, we need your help over here." He said.

                "Why should I help you. Why should I help anyone. There's no point." He grumbled as he walked away in a random direction. Ipati marched over to his crew and Gavriil looked at him, puzzled. "Where's Aleksandr?" He asked.

                "He said he didn't want to help." Ipati said. "And I must agree with him. Something this stressful should put a lot of weight on your shoulders."

                "Yes, but, he always wants to help out when asked. Strange actually." Gavriil asked.

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                 Aleksandr's mood grew worse with each step he took. He had never felt this horrible since his mother had passed.

"Hm, in a grumpy mood, are we Aleksandr." a voice in his head said.

                 "Shut up you. I don't need you anymore."

"Oh, but you do, if you want to get through these hard times. I'll help you. Unlike your so called 'friends' over there." Aleksandr just growled. He hadn't needed this voice in years. Though, it's persuasion was tempting, since there was nothing left for him to.

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                   Discord was finally defeated after raging fire of metal projectiles, and a large rainbow, Discord was finally put to stone... again. There was somepony missing. Or somebody missing. Last Twilight had heard, he stormed off after playing a music box. No one knew where he went, why he went, or how he went. She did hear Ipati say that he looked duller than usual. Could this be Discord's doing? Could the memory spell fix a human!? Why were all these questions spinning through her head?!?! Just calm down Twilight, just calm... down. Twilight said to reassure herself. No, Discord's finished he's been turned to stone. Maybe Aleksandr was just grumpy today.

                                                                                                  ***In Aleksandr's mind***

                    A dark shadow snaked through the hallways of Aleksandr's consciousness. It dulled every wall, every corner, every room. Every nook, every crack that it could get to, was either dulled or blackened.

                     Every second passed by ever slower as more of his mind was ripped and torn, and sewn back together. He held his head in complete agony and pain and growled loudly.

"If you won't let me help you, I'll make you." The voice said in his head. Aleksandr dropped onto the ground in pain. He writhed and squirmed as his head felt like it was about to split in half and explode.

                     Suddenly, he forgot everything. His childhood, his teenage years, his drafting, his training, and his being all together. He opened his eyes slowly, and was sitting in utter blackness. He could see his hands, but nothing else. It was as if he was in another world altogether.

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                     Ipati wandered the streets of Ponyville looking for Aleksandr. After thirty minutes of searching and asking the inhabitants, he found Aleksandr twitching and writhing around in a field.

                     "Aleksandr? Are you okay?" Ipati asked. His reply was a heavily disgrunteled groan as his eyes flickered open. He grunted and rolled over and faced away from Ipati. "Oh, this will be a very, very long day." Ipati grumbled. "Come Aleksandr. You can't stay here forever."

                     "Yes I can, and I will. I don't have to help anybody. Everyone will die anyways, my help or not." Aleksandr said, annoyance very clear in his voice. Ipati just groaned and walked away to allow Aleksandr to do his own thing. He tried to remember how he had ended up in a field. As he did, a sharp knife of pain shot through his skull. Then, in the blink of an eye, he blacked out into darkness.