As I recall, this war had been going on for nine years and going on ten. I’m only fourteen and yeah, it does sound young compared to others, but that’s not what mattered. What did matter was that I was willing to fight. Others just up and ran. Me? I was born into this war and I wasn’t going to leave until I’m zipped up in a black bag or I kill every last one of these bastards.

If you’re willing to listen to my story of why I fought and how I came to be a hardened soldier at such a young age then you should know that this story won’t be fun. It shall not be happy and there will be death. If you want a happy ending where the story teller gets everything they dreamed for in the end then look elsewhere. All I got was a pair of boots, a dead friend, and whatever I could scavenge. It may be worth mentioning that there was one thing that kept me occupied besides war. You know what that is though . It started out as something to preoccupy me but I grew to like it. Of course I never let this out to anyone but my closest friend who did the same. I know it sounds weird but hey, I needed something to do and it was the only channel coming in.

It all began back when I was a little kid, around five or six. We had moved to Texas from Kentucky as both of my parents were transferred to a newly built base near the border. Fort Marion. It was good enough and other kids to play with from what I remember. Unfortunately it was around the same time that the NMA attacked. The entire place was razed. They held out for as long as they could and got as many personnel and personal items out as they could, but it just wasn’t enough. Both my parents were slaughtered in the attack and that is where my story starts.

I’m not going to make myself out to be the only one either. Others lost friends and family there. Hell, I barely remember my parents and only by the things they left behind. All I have is my father’s knife and my mother’s locket. I didn’t understand what had happened at first because I was the youngest kid on base. Took me about a week to realize, they weren’t coming back. When I did realize this it was almost as if I didn’t react. I didn’t cry or anything. I just stared with a look in my eye.

I was later taken in with some other orphans to a different camp which we were never told the exact location. By the time I was eight a civilian militia had been formed to back the military. That being said the militia didn’t follow the same rules as the regular government. They took us in and trained us. I don’t mean that it was forced upon you either. You could deny the training and be left untouched. Here is the kicker though, they only used war orphans.

As morally corrupt as that sounds, we all wanted it. Fueled on our hatred we were trained until we were eligible for deployment. Comparatively a much younger age then the regular military. For us that age was twelve. If you wanted to go to hot zones though, you had to train until thirteen. When I reached age a couple of us survivors from the fort pulled together a squad called the Dead Angels. We all called for the suicide missions and became the elite.

We were just soldiers. Yet we were feared by the enemy and our own side. One year of crawling through the ruins of destroyed cities and seeing civilians ripped apart by the enemy. As hard as I’m making us sound. It did leave us, or at least me, somewhat scarred.

After multiple psychological evaluations I was shown to have post traumatic stress disorder, anxiety issues, and finally extreme irritability. No matter what happened though, we always persevered till the end. Well we did at least. About three months ago we did lose one man. Doc. He was there with us from the very beginning. It was my fault he died too, I should have noticed the second blasting cap.

After he died and the impending bloodbath was over, I had killed well over fifty men. It was at this point that I started to lose it. I was always angry and too alert. I started to hear voices and my sanity slipped. This last mission is what landed me where I am today. Set up a recon point and lay a daisy chain of explosives in the road to catch some NMA off guard and get the hell out. Problem was, they were waiting for me.

I sat there with my wrists bound and my eyes covered. I had been captured by the Mexican cartel, or the New Mexican army, as they had begun to call themselves. In reality they were just a bunch of killers and thieves. Of course the same has been said about every country that has ever invaded another.

I could feel my BDU was still on me and they hadn’t tied my legs which meant this must be a bunch of new punks. They had stripped me of protective gear though. The gear I had on me couldn’t be too far away then. I heard a door open behind me followed by light footsteps that echoed through the room. Behind him I heard another pair of footsteps, these weren’t quite as loud but had more depth witch meant he was wearing boots. Since officers in the NMA are too pompous to wear boots, which means it’s a cartel soldier. More than likely he’s an enforcer.

“Tell me, what was it you planned to do?” Asked a voice in a light tone with a heavy Hispanic accent.

“Plow your mother.” I said in a sarcastic tone.

“What was that, you insolent little bastard? I could kill you!” He yelled.

“Then do it, what’s stopping you? We both know I’m not going to talk.” I replied calmly.

“Then I will make your death as slow and agonizing as possible.” He said pulling of the blind fold. Now I could see the man with an unkempt goatee and a dirty ill fitting suit. I could also see that I was in what appeared to be an apartment building.

“You are one UGLY mother fucker.” I said with a grin.

“Manny! Do what you will with this little cretin.” He said walking out. As he shut the door behind him a larger figure walked into my view with an AK.

“Hey big boy, whatcha doin?” I asked flirtatiously.

*Whack*

I felt my head snap back from the impact of his fist. A couple seconds later I felt him push the blade against an area between my ribs before pulling it right, slicing through my skin and causing a surprising amount of blood. He proceeded to drag shallow lines across my chest after pulling open my BDU.

“AGH, son of a bitch!” I grunted through the pain.

“Enjoying yourself pretty boy?” He asked running the blade along my cheek.

You’re just gonna take it lying down like a Bitch? One of the voices seemed to pull me farther and farther into a world of hate. I had taken enough. It was time to return the favor.

“Hell yeah!” I screamed jumping up and head butting him before dropping back and crushing the rickety chair beneath me. Looking up I saw that he was on the ground holding his face. This allowed me time to slip my still tied hands under my feet putting them in front.

I struggled to my feet and hobbled over to the downed Manny. He looked up at me with a mixture of fear and pain. Without saying a word I grabbed him by the hair and slammed my knee into his face flooring him again. I grabbed his knife which was wet with my blood and stabbed it into the drywall before rubbing the rope on the blade and freeing my hands.

I heard Manny again trying to get up. So I pulled the knife out of the wall and plunged it into his throat. I ripped the knife back out, the teeth tearing bits of skin and muscle along with it, I could hear him drowning in his own blood as he gasped for air. Standing up I saw they had left my gear in the room with me. Idiots.

I suited up my gear and put my gear back on. Once I had my MOLLE combat vest, my custom hard plate armor, and my mask on I slung my rifle over my back and pulled out my 1911. I grabbed Manny’s sheath and knife as well. My vision blurred and I felt my wound burn again. They had taken my medical gear.

“I need to get out of here now. Radio is useless, there’s no way I’m in range. It won’t hurt trying it though.” I said to myself as I pulled a small modified beacon out of my gear bag. It had once been used by firefighters for motion tracking; we had modified it to be used as an emergency beacon. Pressing the button a small red light started to pulse on the small hand held device.

I opened the door to see a guard with his back turned to me. He appeared to be looking out at the view of a missing part of the building. I walked up behind him and thrust the knife into the back of his neck as hard as I could. He was killed instantly. Through the hole I could see that I was on the third floor. If I wanted any chance with a medic I needed to get out of here fast.

I found the stairwell and limped down to the ground floor and proceeded out with my pistol raised. Three men were standing by the entrance of the apartment complex and saw me immediately. I took them all out with a quick shot to the head before they could fire. I picked up one of their MP9s and took all their ammo replaced my rifle magazines with the newly found SMG ammo.

Again my vision blurred, this time leaving me light headed. This time my vision didn’t return to normal and I felt myself getting weaker. Pushing the front door open I staggered outside to hear a commotion above me. The string of commands in Spanish led me to believe they had found the bodies. Turning back to my front I saw that there was what appeared to be some woods that I could seek cover in. It was well off though and I would have to make it through the city first.

Sprinting down the street I cut through alleyways trying to avoid everyone I could. It occurred to me that I may have left a trail. Looking down I saw that I had indeed, left a trail of blood. A few drips here and there but it was enough and I could hear them coming.

No choice but to run fucknuts!

For once I listened to the voice in my head and just ran through the streets hoping I could make it before I fell and passed out from blood loss.

The echo of rifles started to carry through the air and dust kicked up around my feet. I could faintly hear the bullets whizzing past my head but it started to be drown out by my own breathing. In an act of desperation I primed a grenade and dropped it at my feet. Seconds later I heard the boom and screams of the men. I was almost to the forest at this point.

Just a few more blocks, hurry the hell up! Screamed the voices in my head as I slid across the hood of a wrecked car.

I was about five yards away when I heard the dreaded launch. Turning around I saw the projectile coming right at me followed by a trail of smoke. I dived forward before the explosion launched me into the woods and against a tree.

I thought I had finally been released from my torture. The sharp pain caused by a poking in my side told me otherwise. Life just loves to fuck with me. My hearing slowly returned and I heard what I thought appeared to be voices. Yet there was something off about them.

My senses started to return to return to me little by little. I was in the dirt on my back and my chest burned horribly. I snapped up gulping in as much air as I could.

“AHHH!” I heard something scream. Rolling over onto my stomach and started coughing up blood. I collapsed back into the dirt. I could hear someone yelling but I couldn’t make out what they were saying. After I had stopped spitting blood I looked around me to see no one. Whoever had been there was long gone.

My head felt like someone had driven a nail into it. The damage on my side had surprisingly closed but still pretty cut up. I summoned up as much strength as I could and grabbed a tree to limp my way to my feet. Hugging the tree for support I heard the snapping of a twig behind me.

I drew out my .45 as fast as I could, causing me considerable pain. What I saw confused me a great deal. Standing there was a man in a bright white suit, his face hidden by the brim of a hat.

“Who the hell are you?” I growled through a dry throat. I could feel a force wrap around my wrist before it was slammed back into the tree.

“I’m the reason you’re alive. Now shut up because I have a lot to say and not much time.” He said calmly.

“What are you?” I grunted.

“Don’t worry about it. Just know that I am not the enemy.” He said. I felt my hand being released. Something about this guy gave me a push towards trusting him. He definitely stood out here.

“Alright now, what is happening is that you are almost dead. If they can save, then you can go back to doing whatever it is that you want. If you die there, then you come here. That’s where it gets tricky though. Down that trail is a doctor, and you need to get there before you die back on earth. You don’t and that’s it and you get judged as is. You probably won’t remember me or this talk, but you will remember what you have to do.”

“My head hurts. I’m trying to stay alive so I can redeem myself in a forest?” I asked confused why I should bother.

“There is more here than just a forest, smartass. You should find that it’s something you already know plenty about. There is only one problem though. You can’t understand them so we will have to do something about that. I’m going to do a translation trick and you should be able to understand them, and they will understand you. This might hurt, because you are about to master an entire language in less than a minute. Don’t worry about remembering the whole language though. I’m going to adjust the way you hear it. Still hurts though.” He said before pulling off my mask and putting the palm of his hand against my forehead.

“Ready?” He asked.

“I guess.” Not knowing how else to reply to this. I felt a surge of energy surge through my head shutting down my systems throwing me on the ground. A second later I was gone.

The gunfire kicked up dirt and tore the bark off trees as they tried in vain to hit us. I felt myself being dragged along the ground. Looking up I saw Jet pulling me by my collar.

“Covering fire! Lets go!” He commanded pulling my arm over his shoulder. I could hear distant pops through the ringing in my ear.

“I got you. You’re going to make it.” He said as I closed my eyes.

“Agh, what the fuck happened? Wait. Doctor. Path. Hurry!” I grunted to myself grabbing my bag and limping down the road. My head felt like it had been bashed in with a rock. I felt wetness on my body. I was bleeding again. I pushed through the pain as long as I could before I slowed down. I could see the hut. I don’t know how long I ran, but it got me there. Not being able to resist my growing weakness I fell to my knees and started to crawl. When I could no longer grab the dirt I pulled out the knife and stabbed it into ground and dragged myself as far as I could.

The light inside the small building burned my eyes as I began to fade. I grabbed a pebble and threw it inside Looking back I could see shadows. They were moving fast and looking for me. Don’t know how, but I could just tell. I was able to get back on my feet with all my strength that was left. I made it to door and pushed it open.

My eyes fluttered open feeling the sting on my cheek. I was looking at Jet with a ring of darkness closing in from the edges of my vision. One hell of a death dream.

“Stay with me! We’re almost there!” He said. I looked around to see that we were in a clearing.

“Where’s the fucking MEDIVAC!? He’s not gonna make it much longer.” Said K-9. The entire squad was there veterans and noobies in all. Even looked like there were even a couple of ranger squads. They really wanted me.

“Jesus that kid is tough as shit.” Said one who had come over and was checking me over.

“Can you do anything for him?”

“I’ll do what I can, but I’m counting multiple lacerations three gunshot wounds, straight through and multiple others. The fact that his heart is even beating at this point is astounding.” He said checking my pulse on my arm.

“He’s a ranger, he’ll make it.” He replied.

“If he makes it through a direct hit from an RPG he can be one of our rangers.” Said a sergeant who was looking at me.

“No thanks, we’re more lenient on what we do for revenge.” I said pulling off my mask.

“I’m not going to make it through this. That is something we all know, I have another hour here at most. I guess I knew it would end this way for me. Jet, take my tags, everyone else give me any explosives you have on you. Grenades or plastic doesn’t matter.” Everyone pulled out something. Grenades, pipe bombs, two claymores, and for one reason or the other K-9 had C4.

“I’m gonna need the detonator too then.” I said molding the explosives forming a cluster of grenades. Taking the detonators I set it up as a tripwire around my leg. They all watched with a mixture of pain and interest. After it was all setup I waved to jet to come over.

“Well I guess this is it then. A final vengeance. Here.” I said ripping off my tags and putting them in his hand. The powderless 12.7 millimeter bullet poked out from his hand. He stared into my eyes with a deep sadness knowing what I was doing.

“See you in hell.” I whispered pushing him back. He took the hint and called them all back to leave. No one questioned it. It wasn’t long before the cartel had come out of trees and approached me. I could count at least fifteen of them. A peculiar thing I saw was that the officer was among them. They all came at me angrily. Lying there with my ears ringing and bleeding out, I pulled a grin onto my face and whispered.

“See you soon Doc.” Before I closed my eyes and yanked my leg and heard the click.

My hearing was engulfed by a loud ringing and my vision blurred as I fell onto the floor of the hut with a thump. A cold feeling washed over me as the darkness overtook my vision.

My eyes slowly shuttered open to a dim light. I could see through a small window beside me. The dim brightness was actually sunlight leaking in through the shutters. I was lying on a bed with a straw stuffing that was surprisingly comfortable. I turned my head to see a figure balancing itself on a pole.

Is that… Is that a fucking zebra? I asked myself questioning my sanity. I couldn’t dwell on this thought. My throat was so dry it was hard to breath. I tried holding in a cough ,but was unsuccessful and it sputtered out hard jerking my body up. When my coughing fit had finally finished I looked back over to see that the figure was still balancing on a stick. I guess it’s some sort of statue.

Looking down at my body I saw that I had been stripped of my ACUs. My chest had been wrapped in bandages. My leg also had a gauze wrap around the knee. I rolled onto my side and pulled my leg off the bed and felt it smack against the wooden floor. I did the same with my other and pushed myself into a sitting position.

I looked around the dimly lit room taking notice of the many masks and talismans. After I had taken a good mental picture with my mind I stood up. I figure this is the waiting room for death. I started to rub the fuzziness out of my eyes to little success.

“It’s about time you awoke, much longer and I would have thought you to croak.” An unseen voice echoed through the room.

“Who’s there?!” I yelled reaching for my hip out of instinct, grabbing at nothing as I realized I was still pretty much naked.

“I would advise you to drink the brew at your side. It will allow you to heal and your wounds to seal.” The female voice rhymed.

“Please stop rhyming. I want to shoot myself already and you’re not helping.” I asked after chugging the lime flavored drink out of the gourd shaped glass. Normally I wouldn’t have just trusted a voice telling me to drink something but

“I will stop rhyming for now but I would suggest you lay back down.”

“Riiight. Well whatever yo- AGH! What the fuck!” I yelled clutching my stomach and falling to my knees. I looked up to see that the room was starting to twist together. It felt like I had just been stabbed.

“What the hell did you do to me?!” I yelled. Through all the twisting and turning I saw the zebra thing pull itself down off the pole.

“Calm yourself if you want to remain in good health.” She rhymed in a soothing voice. I could see the ground rise up to meet me as I fell forward. I tried to move to no avail. My eyes shut and I was thrust once more into the darkness.

When I was finally able to open them again I looked up to see a tall figure in green. Oh shit, this is boot.

“Private, you want to tell me what the hell you’re doing?” He said calmly. I slowly got to my feet.

“I tripped sir.”

“Private, if you don’t finish the rest of this course in two minutes then you’ll be doing body builders until you die! Then fifty more!” He screamed at me as I started running the path. I hadn’t gotten far before something hit me in the back of the head and threw me to the ground.

I rolled over to look down the barrel of an AK with an angry gang member with a bandana wrapped around his face. He yelled a string of words that I didn’t understand but I could tell most of them were probably something vulgar about me or my mother.

Before he could pull the trigger I reached up and pulled the barrel under my arm and punched him as hard as I could. I heard his nose break as he tried to pull back. I then swept my leg under his foot under his leg and tripped him. After I had gotten up I pulled my forty five out of its holster and aimed it between his eyes before pulling the trigger. I closed my eyes so I wouldn’t see the gore. It didn’t stop me from feeling it splash against my face.

When I opened my eyes again I was surrounded by darkness.

“What did you do to me?!” I yelled. After I yelled this all of it flashed before my eyes.

Every brutal hand to hand. Nerve racking firefights. Deafening explosions. Then the aftermath of it all. I could see myself when I was small, this was right after my first firefight, I was mumbling to myself on a bunk. I didn’t know what to do after that. I had gotten my first kill.

It then flashed to when I was about twelve. I was being flown out to Maryland with the rest of the unit. I didn’t know what we were doing but apparently it was important enough that we had to be in the rarely used official dress. This happened not long after we had saved a congressional convoy with two senators and a representative in it. When we landed were ushered to a limousine which drove us to an area an area near the airport.

When I opened the door I was greeted by the faces of hundreds and the cheers of thousands. I closed my eyes to the brightness of the sun and the flashes of the cameras. After we formed ranks a man walked on stage carrying a small case. He walked up to the podium and spoke as the crowd fell silent.

“Ladies and gentlemen, it is my honor to greet you to the unsung heroes of the war on terror in the South. These young men and women were shown the atrocities of the NMA. Many of them are orphans by their hands. They have shown perseverance and rose from the ashes of their former lives. These soldiers are the toughest and most mercilessly trained men at our disposal. They are at the forefront of every firefight and the emergency operation. Ranging from combat to giving aid and all in between. That is why I present them, the Congressional Medal of Honor for their bravery and personal valor on the field. They have gone above and beyond the call of duty.” As these words were spoken I became more and more shocked.

I closed my eyes once again this time I felt myself being flung forward. They opened just in time for me to see the ground. My ears were ringing from the explosion that had thrown me so far.

“Get up kid!” I heard someone yell. A second later he was cut down by the metal being thrown out of the barrel of the truck mounted fifty. Poor bastard.

Grabbing his rifle I looked through a small gap in the low wall I was using as cover. I put my newly acquired rifle on the wall steadying my aim. My shoulder jerked as the hammer hit, the operator of the fifty had been taken care of. Since this could be my only chance I ran, dropping the rifle, and jumped over the next wall with my comrades behind it. I heard the sound of an RPG launch and covered my eyes to shield them from any debris that was about to hit.

The final time I opened them I was on the wet ground. I raised my head to see I was surrounded by thick brush. The fact that I could feel the cold ground told me that this was real.

What the hell just happened to me? Was that all a dream? Fucking flashbacks.

I pulled myself onto my feet and looked around. I was clothed once again and all my gear had been placed back on. The duffle bag containing the rest was at my feet. I reached down to grab it and was met by a burning in my side and my leg. Unclipping my vest and lifting up my BDU and shirt underneath I saw a line of stitching running up my side and over my chest.

I guess it wasn’t all a dream. I need to be careful or that thing will split.

After checking over the rest of my now dressed wounds I decided to walk down the path and see what I could find. I figured it couldn’t hurt too much to see if I could find anything or anyone. I’m not even going to bother trying to find whatever fixed me up.

After I pulled the duffle bag over my shoulder and settled my rifle, into a patrol position, I headed down the dirt road keeping an ear open for any out of place sounds one would hear in the woods. I had been walking down the dark path before I finally felt the full eeriness of these woods. It seemed almost unnaturally dark.

Glancing over my shoulder I couldn’t shake the feeling I was being tailed. I picked up the pace a bit as not to be caught by any hostiles in an unfamiliar area. That or I would walk right into an IED but either way I would be dead, and I’d prefer a quick one.

“Thermal on.” I whispered into my mask. The shadowy area snapped to a blue tone. I looked around and only saw one small bright orange animal that was in all likelihood a squirrel.

“These woods are too damn thick for me to see more than ten feet, thermal off.” I whispered.

After about ten minutes of action packed walking, I could see the light at the end of the proverbial tunnel. It was actually just a clearing beside a hill but I would take anything over this cramped ass trail.

When I was about to step out into the open I heard a deep growl behind me. I turned to see… three wolves.

“What the shit...” I said not taking my eyes off of them.

“No, I don’t have time for this shit!” I said angrily as I raised my rifle and released a burst in to the closest one and then into the one behind it. Before I could get the third it charged and tried to bite my neck. I knocked it away with my rifle and fired a single shot. Effectively ending the group.

However a problem was now presented to me. When I had swatted away the wolf with my rifle I had also torn open the stitches on my side.

“Agh, fuck.” I said, feeling the heat of my blood trickling down my side at an alarming rate. I was already getting dizzy.

How much blood did I lose?

I limped over to the opening and outside. I felt weak and almost unable to stand. Staggering up the hill with my gear proved a bigger challenge than the wolves. I collapsed at the top of the hill. Unable to carry on any longer I tried getting out my med kit and searched frantically for something to help. After not being able to find anything I could use I felt myself getting cold.

“Aw, fuck my life.” I said as I fell over from the blood loss.

“Whoa, what are you?”

“It’s bleeding, we need to get Fluttershy!”

“Go Spike! I’ll bring him back to the house.”

“Is that a good idea?”

“I’ve never seen anything like this, we have too! Just Go!”

“Agh! My fucking head.” I whispered to myself. I clutched my head and ran my hand through my slicked back brown hair. I opened my eyes to see I was in a laboratory of sorts.

Looking around I saw a large amount of scientific equipment. Graphs and charts everywhere like it was the set of a terrible 80’s movie. I looked down to see I was without my BDU jacket or my shirt. I also was shocked to see I had what appeared to be little electrodes attached to my nipples. I immediately ripped these off.

I felt my side to find that the wound had been sewn shut, this time much more effectively. At least I wouldn’t have to be so stiff. Looking over I saw my shirt was what I was using as a pillow. I quickly slipped the dark brown shirt over my head. I had been laying on what looked like couch oddly enough.

So at least I know they want me alive. That could be good or bad though.

Whoever had brought me here hadn’t restrained me oddly enough. Yet they still had taken all of my weapons, or at least they thought they had. I reached down and pulled up my pant leg and unclipped the sheath. I pulled out the black dual edged boot knife. Still as sharp as ever.

My eyes wandered the room until I saw the stairwell. I could guess I was in a basement from the lack of windows. Oddly enough the whole room seemed to be made out of wood. Even the ceiling was made of wood.

I heard the resounding taps of footsteps above me. I quickly ran to the wall beside the opening to the stairwell. Muffled voices echoed down to the basement where I stood waiting to grab whatever rounded the corner.

“I couldn’t find anything about it. None of my books had anything that looked like it.” Said a girlish voice.

“I just hope he’s okay.” Replied a quieter one. I still wasn’t taking chances without all of my gear. What appeared to be a purple pony passed by me, followed by a yellow one.

What in the hell? Is that… no it can’t be.

“Where did he go?!” Yelled the purple one. Hearing this I blocked the path to the stairway.

“He’s not supposed to be up yet. He could get hurt!” Exclaimed the Pegasus.

I stomped my foot on the ground getting the attention of the two ponies. They turned around as I stepped out of the shadows.

“You’re awake!” Yelled the purpled one with a smile that slowly faded when she saw the knife.

“Look, I don’t want to hurt you. I just want to get out of here. If you could just give me-

“You can’t leave yet you’re still hurt.” Said the yellow one who flew over to me. She didn’t notice the knife.

“Stay back!” I said bringing my knife up in front of me. She stopped mid air with a look of fear.

“I told you I just want to leave. I don’t want, I don’t,” I stuttered feeling myself getting weaker. “Agh, my fuckin’ head.” I said falling to my knee and dropping my knife.

“Please, let us help you.” Said the yellow one, trying to pull me to my feet.

“Fuck, fine.” I said grabbing my knife and heading over to the couch. I sat down and after a minute the migraine went away.

All through this the purple one just stared with a look of awe.

“What’s your deal, purple?” I asked, putting my knife back in the sheath. This seemed to shake her out of her stupor.

“It’s just, you can talk.” She said still looking amazed.

“Yeah, so can you, and you’re a pony.” I said not exactly sure of what to make of the situation.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She said confused.

“Never mind.” I sighed. “You mind telling me where I am?”

“My house.”

“I got that, I meant what city?”

“You mean Ponyville?” She asked.

“You gotta be shittin’ me.” I whispered leaning back in the couch.

“What?”

“Nothing.” I said trying to remain calm.

“I can’t believe it! We discovered a new species, and they can talk! I have so many questions, like –

“Twilight are you down he- Whoa, what is that?!” Asked a blue pony with a rainbow mane.

“We don’t know but, we were getting to it.” Said Twilight not missing a beat.

“Actually Twilight, maybe you could wait until morning. He needs his rest.” Said the yellow one.

“Wait, you’re just going to let him stay here? What if he’s dangerous Fluttershy?!” Yelled the blue one.

“He’s not dangerous Rainbow. He’s just a little confused.” Said Fluttershy.

“She’s right. I don’t kill civvies.” I said flatly.

“What?” Asked Rainbow confused.

“You’re non-combatants. Which means that I won’t hurt any of you.”

“For your sake I hope not. Twilight I have to go. There’s going to be a storm tonight.” She said walking up the stairs.

“I have to go feed the animals too. Please try to get some sleep, and remember Twilight. No questions until tomorrow.” She said walking over to the stairs.

“Sorry about the knife thing!” I called after her.

“Well, tomorrow you better talk. I don’t like waiting.” Said Twilight walking away.

I just laid down on the couched with a single thought in my mind.

I’ve finally fucking lost it haven’t I?

Author's Note

So it took forever but here is the new and hopefully improved first chapter.