The Northern War

It has been about 5 years since the suicide of Jagged Dagger, Tact Logistics, and Cloaked Eyes. The only thing that kept Blade going was that Hacksaw gathered the greatest scientific minds in history. Twilight Sparkle, Rom, and the zebra inventor from when they went through the Everfree. They had been working on something ever since. Today, though, he was being called into the basement of the mansion with them. The dreary concrete walls and bright lighting were not a good combination for fashion, but great for concentration. What was more intresting was the giant metal contraption with a chamber inside it.

"What's that? Some kind of time machine or something?"

"You could say that." Came the smug reply from Hacksaw.

"Wait, what? Isn't that like impossible or something?"

Twilight responded in her own way. "We managed to isolate a pure particle of time and stabilize it. We then experimented with the fabric of reality and a time spell from Starswirl The Bearded, and we found out how to bring matter to any point in time. Seperate units of matter could potentially be ripped apart or merged in the process, however."

Hacksaw translated."She means that we toyed with reality and magic. It will either kill or merge you with anything or anyone you bring with you, not that you will."

"Wait, when exactly did you decide I was going?"

"Into The Northern War where Eyed died. You have to save her."

"I have to go back into that hell hole of a blood bath. Sure, why not? Not like I won't completely die horribly."

"All you have to do is save Eyes. Do that, and you'll fade out of existence painfully. Tact, Dagger, and eyes will all be fine. Do it for them." Blade was always the tough one, and definitely the most qualified for the job. He shrugged, and walked into the red chamber. The metal door slid shut behind him, and lightning crept around the walls. He stood, ready for whatever he saw next.

After a giant portal opened in front of him, he stepped through. He was now seeing Eyes run at a Yak with a spear from a dead guard. He ran as fast as she could, but not at her. At the Yak behind her. He grabbed a spear on his way over, and stabbed through his skull, the blood spraying all over him. The satisfying crunch of skull ringing back into his ears. The long lost bloodlust was back. Everything was red, and he assumed he was adding to it. He was just happily slashing away, and managed to kill between 4 and 7 Yaks before a Minotaur was charging at him. The one that broke Dagger's muzzle. A wicked smile crossed his face as he charged back, and caught the kick. It nearly picked him off the ground, but he pulled the Minotaur down to the ground. He then stomped the Minotaur's face. His hoof penetrated through the skull, the blood getting all over his hoof. The shattered bone cut his hoof up, but he wouldn't be around much longer, so he didn't worry about the mixing blood. He found a spear on the ground, and went to town tearing a line through the Yak army. Before he could get 2 steps, he just started to fade out. On instinct, he tossed the spear right between the eyes of a Minotaur, but then ceased to exist.

Tact couldn't wrap his head around what he just saw. A 5 year older Blade came through a blue tear in reality, saved Eyes's life, and devastated more than 3 times his job plus an extra Minotaur when he faded out of existence. Maybe he came from the future to save Eyes, then just had fun with the rest of his life. Maybe it was bloodlust, maybe insanity, but definitely the same thing as the current time period Blade. What mattered was that Eyes was alive, and fine. This was too close, and Tact suspected that a certain timeline was one where Eyes had died. The rest of the war played out, generally chaotic, blood-soaked, godless, and just horribly. When the Yaks died down, and everything seemed like it was coming to a close, another wave of Yaks appeared to rival the now appearing collection of hives of Changelings. This could only go badly. All Pony and Griffon withdrew, leaving only the soldiers on the wall. All members of the crew were back, relatively umharmed. The Wonderbolts were here as well, Spitfire all but dead and Rainbow crying over a dead career. She was lucky to have just survived, but she just lost her Wonderbolt Captainship, her right wing, and innocence. There was blood staining the ground, littered with corpses, limbs, bones, and organs everywhere. Tonight would be nightmares for everypony who witnessed the current events, and now the Changelings were about to be tossed into their own war. They were about to leave, before there was green and blue blood everywhere.