Dark Guardian

by Kapwnage

Rating: teen
Tags: Discord, Derpy Hooves, Princess Celestia, Zecora, Alternate Universe, Doctor Whooves, Twilight Sparkle, Princess Luna, Applejack, Gore, Original Character, Trixie, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Soarin, Spike, Rainbow Dash, Comedy, Cutie Mark Crusaders, Rarity, Romance, Fluttershy, Adventure, Pipsqueak, Spitfire, Gilda, Tragedy
Length: 3368

Superpowers and ponies

Storm Blast is an average stallion in Ponyville, hardworking and intelligent. His parents died from raiders when he was only a little four year old colt. Somewhere in the Equestrian wasteland which ponies now live in, lays a secret that is ready to be upheld. Love, Rage, and Radiation.

Follow him through his adventure to find his true purpose in life. Discord is on its way, quite literally.

Published 2011-11-18 00:57:16 UTC
Last updated 2011-12-23 20:04:46 UTC

Chapter 1: Recap

Chapter 1: Recap, Memories foretold.

Journal Entry #177

August 17, 2577 11:00AM

Today has been rather long in Ponyville. From what news I've heard is that there has been as raid in a nearby town. Many residents in Ponyville in town are flipping out, as if they are going to attack us next. It's possible, but I have sonic weaponry unlike them, so no worries here. I might just go check out the damage tomorrow, maybe scavenge supplies for my new experiments. I should wait a day or two, just to be safe. But wait, what if the raided town gets picked clean? This may be my only chance to gather the right materials for the new project. It cleans radiation of the pony body that uses it. Maybe in the form of a drug such as an injection. I should save these details for the actual work itself. Back to the topic at hoof. Tomorrow seems like a good day to travel. I wonder how long it is from Ponyville. I should ask. Now about that project...

David Whooves

(OPEN SONG IN NEW TAB, ADDED FOR EFFECT!)

Present day: August 17, 2589

It's been twelve years. Twelve, dry, sad years since my parents death. Today's the day they died. Just twelve years ago, I was sitting in a dusty, cramped closet, trying to hide my whimpers from the death held outside my door. Everything in my life changed that day. Everything became gray, and dark, like how the clouds cover the warm sunlight radiating from the sky. The days grew colder, the nights became restless. Every second I close my eyes, I see death. What is true happiness? Is it a state of mind? A moment of peace? Or is it just that spark of imagination, when you think all is well. My happiness was crushed. Crushed by the bastards that walk the wasteland of Equestria. I was left to be a lone pegasus.

They say rainbows can cheer up the drowned soul, It'll take more than that.

(Close song tab)

VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV

It was irregularly chilly today, way below what it usually is. Walking down the streets of Ponyville on this cold afternoon almost makes it seem like winter, though from what I know it's summer. Ponies should be playing outside and basking in the sun. I should be sulking inside, but this cold frigidness opens up my mind and lets me think of what use to be good in life. Trotting down the concrete road that leads all throughout Ponyville, the sheet of frost covering my hooves. The cold stimulates every one of my senses, and leads me into a state of meditation. I can never stop thinking of the past. I need to forget. I really do. It's not as easy as it may seem. If only I could go back in time to kill those raiders. To stop them from destroying my life, and my family.

"Blast! What are you doing out here in this cold?" A familiar voice rang out in my head. It soon showed to be quite real, and not just a thought, but an action. "Your going to catch something!"

I looked at the speaker who seemed to be in my head. I was buried in my own consciousness, slowly dying inside. Reality hit me as who-ever was talking to me, reached out for my back.

"You gotta get inside! What are you doing out here anyways?"

I continue to stare in the abyss. The speaker became clear, and her identities showed to be a pegasus. She was my best friend Night Shade. I had walked past her house and she must have spotted me taking a walk outside. She knows me better than I do myself. I had met her three years after I was brought to Ponyville and she became my only friend in the whole town. I was too shy to talk to her at first, but I worked up the courage when I was a colt. I remember as if it were all yesterday; Her black mane, her soft gray wings that would bloom a beautiful array. Her infectious laugh, and care for others... I ignored her calls for me.

"Storm! Stop! It's freezing out here!"

"I'm fine, just let me be." I grumbled as the hot breath left my mouth, forming mist in the freezing air. I turned and continued to slowly walk. She threw her wings over my back and a warm sensation soothed my chills.

"Storm? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." I scooted away, dissipating the warmth from my back and replacing it with the cold I once sought out for. Except this was a depressing, soggy cold.

"I know what today is, and I'm sorry. But your going to get sick and that won't make anything better." She drew closer and reclaimed the heat from my back.

"Please, just let me go on my way." I repeated the rejection for care.

"Wanna talk about it?"

"No."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

"Well, here." She ran inside and came outside with a leather jacket. She flipped it over my back, and made sure it was snug. "Putting yourself through pain isn't going to bring them back, Storm. Everything will be alright."

"Everything will be alright? That's what they all say." I continued grudging.

"Please, just go home and get some rest."

Everything will be alright, so they say. They say a lot of things. Hell, they say everything. Everything? That's a lot of things for one to say.

Authors note: Ok ok, I know I promised longer chapters, but I really really really really really REALLY wanted to get this chapter out! I think it was the most depressing piece of work I've ever done! Hope you enjoyed it! And don't worry, it won't always be so sad and dull! Just wait, you'll see.... Oh you'll see MUAAHAHAHAHAHA!

Kapu0 :D

P.S: 404error is my #1 fan! :D

Chapter 2: Another Day

Chapter 2: Another day. Same old same old. Wake up, cleanup, walk, get run over by a pony, repeat...

Journal Entry #178

August 18, 2577 7:30AM

So I'm about half way to the town, so my map says. I can never trust maps, the damned things never work right. Of course one time I had it upside down and went the wrong way fifty miles into a raider camp, but that's not the point. I've designed something of, to be bold, magnificence. I call it the Magical Aerodynamic Porter. Or dare I say it, M.A.P for short. Ironic, yes but it works quite differently than a regular paper map. Come to think of it, this device will render paper maps useless. It's worn on the selected leg right above the hoof. The first prototype was a failure, because of its weight and bulkiness, but I have changed the layout and structure. The fifty bit screen is smaller and much better quality than previous models. Digital is the real way things should be in my opinion. It is designed with non-unicorns in mind, for fast travel across a three-hundred mile radius. The M.A.P uses a genetically operated material, and combines it with the spark of magic held in the Pony body whether it be unicorn or not. The material amplifies the spark by approximately seven/ten-hundredths from original the amount. This newly generated amount of non-unicorn magic is what I have humbly named, "X7-Magic" or more scientifically the genetic code for the material is the real name: "X7.10+45.26^78.2-5 22= -8! (95-15=1+-215r) *&20%" Though I think it's not fun to always write that out. Enough for now, my walking break is over. Onward! To adventure!

P.S: It make a great digital map too!

Dr. Whooves

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Present day: August 18, 2589

Today was just another day in Ponyville, I thought as I sat face up on my bed. The stiff pillow had strained my neck last night, as it does every night making me groggy in the morning. The sun shined through the curtains of the dirty glass window of my bedroom and made everything glow brightly. My eyes felt a bit crusted over and my spine began to crack as I got up. Same old same old, another walk would suffice this morning-sickness.

I walked into the kitchen to see my step-dad working on his new gadget at the table. He looked at me strange and pulled down his work glasses.

"Hello, Storm! Nice to uh.. see you... Have you showered lately?" His British accent sounded scratchy. "You smell like an old container of excrement."

"Yeah, just a bit shitty this morning."

"Uh huh. Anyways, that pegasus pony, 'Night Shade' was calling all morning and asking for you." He pointed at the phone on the other side of the scuffed up wooden table. "She said to call her back when you get the chance. Sweet girl if I may, she's very considerate."

"Yeah."

I picked up the phone and redialed the memorized number that belonged to Night Shade. It rang for only a fraction of a second. If I would have known any better, I'd say she was just sitting there waiting for me to call.

"Hey Night." I pushed some exaggerated joy in my voice so I wouldn't sound so depressed.

"Storm! I've been waiting for you to call all morning! I mean, it's not like I was just sitting here waiting for you to call. I mean it's not like I don't want to talk to you. I just wasnt-" She seemed so jumpy and excited but she annoyed me with her excuses.

"-Night, what did you want."

"Oh yeah, I was wondering what you wanted for your birthday!"

"My birthday? Whens that?"

"You don't know your own Birthday?!"

"I just forgot to keep track."

She sighed, "The 30th."

"Alright then. I don't really want anything, thanks for asking."

"No, no, no! I'm going to get you something whether you like it or not." She protested.

"Oh really now? We'll just see about that."

"Storm why do you have to be such a difficolt!"

"Because, I said I don't want a gift."

"Well too bad!" She hung up.

I noticed I had wondered into the next room without noticing, so my step dad didn't hear the conversation. Last thing I want is a long, boring lecture on how to be grateful. I'll just get cleaned up in the bathroom then then head out for a nice quiet walk by myself. The hot shower felt great on my sleep-weakened body. I lathered around the shower and began to grow comfortable as the steam filled my lungs and made them feel heavy. It cleared up all the backup in my nose, and made it much easier to exhale my breath. I turned off the stream of peace and stayed to enjoy the last clouds of warm air that radiated from the water. I quickly dried and went for the door, grabbing the leather jacket that Night had given me.
Just another walk through the wastes, I thought.

I began sauntering down the sidewalk that was layered in a sheet of ice. The sun was not as bright as it was just hours ago, so I made no need in enjoying the bright lively day. My breath kept making my nose awkwardly wet, and I constantly wept at it, causing the redness to form. The morning was so peaceful in Ponyville, despite the uncomfortable scratchy sickness that loomed in my head. Maybe I should stay positive today and visit Night. She knows how to make a pony smile, even if she has the most corniest jokes ever. Turning the street corner, I made my way to Night's. Her house was not too far from mine, so that's good. I turned my mender into a canter, now induced to talk to Night. My birthday is approaching, so she says. Maybe I should stop and grab some coffee first!

"Woah! Look out! AHH!" A voice cried out. I wasn't paying attention, my focus was towards the streets as I was going to cross. Whatever the cries are, I don't think I'm in the way of anyth- WHAM! I was knocked off my hooves by a cushioned, fleshy object. A sharp pain rang through my head and... Blackness...

...

"Hey! Wake up!" A soft, rhythmic voice pleaded. "C'mon, I just carried you like a million miles! Please don't be dead! Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up!!!" A blur of multiple colors shook me around. My head was growing increasingly dizzy. The glow of blue on top of me looked almost holy from my perspective.

"Are..... Are you an angel?" I questioned out of pure vertigo.

"Fa' from it." A more broad voice insulted.

"Shut up AJ, and no, heh, I'm not." The feminine voice bloomed.

"Oh, sorry 'bout that. And sorry for almost killing you, hehe. Miscalculated loops are so hard to pull!"

"Uh, yeah whatever. Could you get off me?" I noticed the weight was getting uncomfortable and awkward.

The weight shifted back to normal as whatever was on top of me flew off. I could see her much clearer. She had a cyan coat and a spectacular rainbow colored mane. It felt so weird looking at her, not the bad weird but the 'first time flying' weird. I don't think I've seen her anywhere. Madder a fact, where am I?

Chapter 3: Library

Chapter 3: Library's are awkward...

Journal Entry #179

August 18, 2577 11:00 AM

I have been snooping around the town of WoodCreek for around three hours now, and to my surprise, I have found many items to my liking! First off, in the town's Doctor office, I've found the perfect amount of aedpehain to regulate the pony's muscular levels! This will, indeed, come in handy with my anti-rad element. I also found royaehuc stechious imigulators! Can't wait for pony testing on my new drug! I plan to scavenge the stores in a few hours, but first the neighborhood for survivors. I'm going to stop writing here for now, and get back soon.

David Whooves

Journal Entry #180

August 18, 2577 1:53 PM

I found a survivor, only one though. A tiny pegasus colt that seems to be stricken a few notch. I can't comprehend the levels of anxiety he must have been put through, I've seen the dead bodies in his house. Not good, not good at all. I shall take him back to Ponyville as soon as my scavenging time expires! Maybe one of those welly pegasi will take him in as their own, if I may. But if nopony takes him in, I will see about finding a room for him in my own structure. I've always wanted a son!

David Whooves

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Present day: August 18, 2589

I spun my head around to catch my bearings of where the I'm at. Obviously so far, I'm on a couch in some sort of library; The books kinda give it away. The cyan pegasus is still fluttering above me and her wings make a slight flapping sound. The awkward silence just added onto the mood as we stared at each other. My eyesight is still blurry, and the back of my head is killing me.

"So ya'll just gonna stare at for 'ternity?" A recognizable voice asked.

An orange colored mare was standing in the doorway that lead into a hall. She reminded me of a cowboy, except for the boy part. The brown western hat was tipped on her blonde hair. When I looked at her, my glare at the pegasus broke and she started to walk up to me slowly, extending out a hoof.

"I really am sorry for that, honest. No hard feelings?" She looked pretty sorry to me, at least, and picked up my hoof in her own, shaking it vigorously as a forced hoof-shake. "I'm Rainbow Dash!" Again, she seem'd like I would know her.

"Uh, yeah, whatever. How long have I been here?"

"Uhhh- umm- all day."

My eyes grew wide, "Seriously? When did you hit me again?"

"This morning." She frowned at the thought.

"And what time is it now?"

"Like ten at night." Her frown grew.

"Damnit! I got to go. Somepony back at home is probably worried." I got up from the couch and walked to the orange pony. "Wheres the door?"

"Ri' over there. Hope Rainbow didn't mess ya' up to bad." She sorried and pointed a hoof at the small wooden door. As soon as I walked out, something tugged at my back, not allowing me to progress.

"Wait a sec, your not mad right?" The rainbow maned pegasus asked with the most forgiving eyes.

"No. If it was an accident then whatever."

"Can I make it up to you in any way?"

"And hows that?"

"I dunno. I'll come up with something!"

"Uh, alright."

"I'll see you around town!"

"Yeah, sure." I walked out into the starry night.

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I got home just in time for another crappy dinner that David made. It didn't make my head feel any better after mashing it with the concrete sidewalk, unfortunately. I wish that stupid mare would have kept her wings straight. Miscalculated loop my ass. I'll just go to bed earlier tonight. I began up the stairs, but David called me into the living room. I knew what he was going to ask.

"Where have you been all day? You're usually here from morning till dusk!" He questioned.

"I was hanging around town all day."

"Doing?"

"Visited the Library and some shops. That's it."

"Ok, well I need your help with something." He looked concerned.

"What is it?"

"Another project I've been working on for the last fifteen years."

"And whats it for?"

"It's an cure for radiation! I've gotten the right devices and med compounds to safely inject into a pony!"

"Last time you injected me, I went blind for a month."

"But I still have the fixer that can deplete it, though I'm almost sure if anything does go wrong or not work, the element won't have any effects. It's just not that kind of compounded med." Half the shit he says I can't understand because of my lack of scientific skills.

"Alright, if you say so doc."

He smiled, "Good! Tomorrow at lunch then, we can proceed."

"Whatever. Goodnight."

Intro

Memories......

Gunfire and screaming, that's all I heard. Ponies of all kinds running around, and some even fighting back. Blood is splattered all over the cold, dirty walkways that we use to stroll happily on. The streets are full of ponies attacking each other with guns and explosives. Each and every bullet shot rang in my ears and made me dizzy. Walking out my front door of my house was like walking straight into pony hell. I ran into my bedroom and slammed the door shut, pulling the lock. Everything happened so fast. I shit myself every time there was a busting sound on our door. It was either a raider trying to get in, or bullets that went off coarse into our house.

My father was hiding with my mother and sister up in the attic, they didn't have time to grab me. I am only four though, so I can make of what room I have next to the items in my closet. It was cold, cramped and dusty. It smelled like an old library. The floor was a hard wood, making it very uncomfortable let alone the awkward position I laid in. I heard ponies break down the front door to my house, and my sister screaming. Gunfire and screaming, that's all I heard.

"Storm? Are you alright?"

"What? Yeah, I'm fine."

"Still thinkin' about it?"

"Yeah."

"Wanna talk about it?"

"No."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

"If you need me, I'm here for you."

"Yeah, thanks Night."

Author's Note: It's good to be back. Reboot is going to be so much more in depth about his relationships and past life. So much has changed in the story, so erase all your memories of the old story. If your just starting up, welcome... To the land of the Guardian.