The Elder Scrolls MLP: Dawnguard

"I bucking hate rain!" Spirit Blade, an Earth Pony, cursed to himself upon entering his home. "Well, at least I'm home from the fields. That place is just a dead-end job." Even through his extreme hatred for his current life, he had one thing to look forward to; his sword his Father passed down to him, who which received it from Blade's Grandfather, And so on. He sulkingly threw his hat into the corner and carefully lifted the sword from its mount on the wall. He hasn't given it a name, so he just calls it his sword. After admiring its gleam from the torch-light, he raised a hatch on the ground, revealing a small staircase to a basement.

After pacing down the stairs, he scanned the room for his old training dummy; an old food sack stuffed with gravel hanging on a rope from the ceiling. "Well." Spirit said to sorry-looking thing, slowly walking up to it. "You still don't think I've done my worst on you, eh? Well, I'll show you how the Blade family gets it done. I don't think I'll be able to stitch you up after I'm done." The young stallion gripped the sword in his mouth and took a swing at the dummy. It just lazily swang back and forth, a small ammount of gravel seeping out of the cut. He sliced it a couple more times just like this, but then stopped. Is this how he was going to live the rest of his life? Just as the question finished echoing through his head, a knock on the door startled him. Who in the world could that be? The only person he knew that lived in this general area is his one friend, Overlook. He worked during the night and slept during the day, but according to the sun's last position and his own track of time, it was only about 6:00 in the afternoon.

He trotted up the stairs and slowly creaked the door open. A Unicorn in a simple brown robe was standing on his doormat. "Are you Spirit of the Blade family?" The mysterious mare asked. He hesitated a bit, but swallowed and answered. "Y-yes I am. And w-who are you?" For some reason, this pony made him nervous. "That's not important now. What IS important is the fact that you come with me RIGHT NOW." Spirit was extremely reluctant on answering. "O-okay... what do I need to bring?" "Nothing. Absolutely nothing. If you are to bring ANYTHING it would be a weapon. Now would you by any chance have something like that?" The mare asked. "Well... yeah. It's in the house. Let me grab it real fast..." Spirit Blade swiftly latched the door in place and grasped the sword in it's sheath with his mouth. He returned to the door right after and it glided open. "Great. Now let's go. And just so you know, I'm Shadelash." Shadelash started a steady trot to the North. Spirit eventually caught up with her. "So, where are we going?" He asked. "The Dawnguard's cistern." "The Dawnguard? This is the first I've heard of that term... so who are they?" "I'll explain everything when we get there, but for now we have to move! Quickly!" By now Shadelash was at a full gallop. Spirit followed.

After about an hour, they finally came to a stop, not that they already were completely exausted. Spirit Blade just collapsed on the floor, and Shadelash leaned up against a wall. "It's me! Shadelash! Open the door, will you?" Shadelash shouted into what appeared the sky. About a second later, a crevice was revealed in the wall, taking the shape of an oval. A portion of the rock then slid back and to the side, showing a lit staircase. "Come in here. This is the cistern." Shade stumbled in, Spirit following. It only took but 10 seconds to reach the other end of the tunnel, but probably an entire life-time before Spirit would forget what he saw. It was amazing. An enourmous cavern was lit by a concealed hole in the roof. About half of the floor was a lake, and a four-way bridge over it. And multiple doors just lined up on the wall. An entire half of the remaining space was dedicated to a garden of wheat and oats. And the other half was stocked with weapon racks, so many, not even enough to count. Or at least even TRY to count! Many training dummies, (actual figures of ponies, not sacks of gravel) took up the remainder of the space. Only a small stone path allowed room to walk. The floor was just simple dirt, but that didn't even begin to match up to what Spirit's eyes are telling him. He was so enthralled that he didn't notice another stallion walk up to him. "So you're the new guy, eh?" He asked.