"You see anything?"

"...No, nothing down the road or in the area from what I can see, but the place looks abandoned."

"Okay, you lead, we'll follow."

Drake gets up from his kneeling position and vaults over the small stone wall, followed by Clayton, who picks back up the still-injured Alicorn, gently picking her up, then slowly puts one leg over the stone wall, then the other.

Drake reaches the house and puts his back against the house near to the entrance door, waiting for Clayton and Twilight, his Carbine aiming to protect their crossing across the small yard in front of the house.

Clayton finally reaches Drake and stands behind him..

"You okay?" Clayton asked Twilight.

"Yea, I am." Twilight responded. Clayton to look at Drake.

"You hear anything in the house?" Clayton said to Drake.

Drake lowers his Carbine and puts his ear against the door.

Nothing.

"Nah, nothing." He tries to turn the knob, but locked. "Damn, might have to do it the old fashion way, stand back." Drake backs up away from the door, the same with Clayton.

He lifts his right leg and forcefully kicks the area of the knob on the door, the door explodes open and swings all the way back to smack against the wall. Then proceeds inside, weapon at the ready, and searches the small, one-story house.

"Jeez, that was someone's door, and you just knocked the door knob off it!?" Twilight said startled by the sudden action of the paratrooper.

"Sometimes it necessary." Clayton responded.

Clayton and Twilight wait outside the door while Drake clears the house. After a few moments, he calls for both.

"Clear, get inside, quick." Drake called out. Clayton quickly walks up the small steps and through the door, with Drake to to close the door behind them.

When Clayton enters, he sees that the house has only one big room that has both the living room and the kitchen connected as one, that has a long couch and a coffee table in the living room, with only just a round table and two chairs in the kitchen, then a small bedroom with a bed.

Clayton decides to put Twilight down on the long couch in the living room. He walks over to the couch, and gently lays down Twilight on her left side on the couch, trying his best to not give pain to her leg.

"Is that good?" Clayton asked.

"Yea." Twilight said, lifting her head off the couch.

"Okay, Drake watch from the window and look out for any movement." Clayton said to Drake, "while I check on our little friend here"

Drake nods, and walks over to a window just to the left of the door.

While Clayton, taking off his M1 Garand off his back and sets it on the coffee table, then finally unstraps his straps under his neck and takes off his helmet and sets it next to him on the wooden floor, revealing his short black hair.

"You have a name?" Clayton asked.

"T-Twilight." She responds back, just only giving them her first name.

He gently lifts her back right leg and inspects it to see her injury, and very quickly he spots blood dripping along her leg.

He follows the trail of blood, which leads to the back of her hoof, just behind her hoof, just above it.

He sees that a small, long piece of metal, about half a inch wide and three inches long, in a arrowhead shape, has been in lodged through a very small portion of her leg and out through the other side of, but not very deep, as he can barely see the outline of the metal shrapnel under the skin and the bloodied tip of the sharp metal.

"Is it bad?" Twilight really wanted to ask, looking at Clayton.

"Ah, you have a small piece of metal that has lodged through a small portion of your foot area, but luckily, it only went through only muscle, nothing else, so you will be find, but we have to take out that piece of shrapnel and clean and wrap the wound to stop the bleeding." Clayton explained to Twilight.

"D-do we have to take it out, now?" Twilight said, starting to breath rapidly.

"Yes, we have to, for it to not get infected or be more damaged, its the only way." Clayton said, looking at Twilight.

Twilight was very scared and nervous of their only solution. 'Why is this all happening to me!?' She screamed in her head. 'But...it's the only way, she has not experience with these kinds of wounds, and it looks like these humans are her only way of healing it, plus, she is to weak to preform any spells to help with it, right now...this is the only way.' She takes a deep breath.

"Okay...do it." Twilight said, Clayton to nod in response.

"Drake, I need your help on this." Clayton said, for Drake to take another quick look out the window, then walking over to Clayton and to kneel on his left side, putting down his M1.

Clayton takes a white soft cloth out of one of his pouches on his belt, and gives it to Twilight.

"Bite down as hard as you want on the cloth," Clayton putting the cloth in front of Twilight, "keep your head down, close your eyes and don't think if it, okay, and try not to tense to much, keep calm, and don't move too, we'll be as quick as we can be," Clayton explained, looking at Twilight, "But once we start, we can not stop, okay?"

"...okay." Twilight said.

"Drake, I need you pull and hold the wound a little wide and to where I can slide easily more slide out the metal, okay." Clayton said to Drake, nodding in respone.

"Tell us when your ready, then on the count of three and we will start." Clayton said.

"Yea, okay, just give me a second." Twilight said, to look away and lay her head on the couch and close her eyes. Then taking a long deep breath.

"Okay, do it." Twilight said, to put the cloth in her mouth, feeling its very smooth and soft surface.

Clayton looks at Drake and nods, for him to nod back, then ready themselves in position to start the procedure.

Drake puts and hovers both his hands on the sides of the wound, with Clayton positioning his two fingers at the tip of the metal where it is the widest.

"Okay, on three..." Clayton said, giving a idea of when it will start to Twilight.

"One..."

Twilight prepares herself of the coming amount of pain, trying to keep herself calm, biting on the cloth harder.

"Two..."

Both Paratroopers begin to focus on their responsibilities on the wound.

"...three!"

Drake puts his two fingers on the side of the wound, not to hard or much pressure, just enough where it make the metal easier to pull. Clayton puts his fingers on the widest side of the metal and begins to pull, careful enough to where it won't do much more damage.

Twilight has not felt so much pain in her life. She can feel the metal begin to move in her wound, as she clenches her teeth on the cloth, her eyes closing more tightly, and breathing rapidly through her nose. But as hard as she tries to ignore it, tears begin to go down her face, as the pain is unbearable.

Clayton could see more of the shrapnel appear, with blood on it, as he can hear the squirts and movement of blood and the muscle under it. Drake was completely concentrated of keeping the wound in a perfect position, we he has found.

"It hurt s-so much." Twilight silently whimpers through the cloth, as now she is crying from the pain.

"I know Twilight, we are almost done, just about ten more seconds." Clayton said to Twilight, as he can hear her cries and whimpers.

They are now about one-third of the way done, but as he pulls out the metal more, it is becoming harder and harder, as he can feel the sweat go down his forehead as he concentrates.

'Come on, you piece of metal.' Clayton curses, as he is now half way of pulling it out, then he feels Twilight's leg move a bit under his arm.

"Twilight, I need you to stop moving your leg, we are almost done." Clayton said.

"Its hurts...so...much." She cries, as she tries her best to not move.

Both paratroopers are now in full concentration modes, holding their breath, sweat going down their faces, their muscles beginning to stiff and feel soreness, but their efforts were paid off when the tip was all thats left.

"And...it...is...out." Clayton pulls out he metal and Drake to let go of the wound.

"Their...we are done." Clayton and Drake breathing heavily of holding their breath for concentration.

Drake stands up and begins to walk around the room, and for Clayton to quickly take out a small bottle of alcohol and opens its.

"Okay we got it out, but I have to put some alcohol and clean it a bit, okay?" Clayton said, for Twilight to nod. "This will sting a bit."

He begins dropping drops of the substance around the wound, Twilight feeling the big amount of stingness from her wound, causing her to move a bit. After Clayton was sure he put enough on the wound, he takes out his canteen of water and pours water over it, the same time wiping away the blood with another cloth, as the combination of both washes away the blood.

He takes out a roll of bandging and a soft pad that he found in his bag, then gently and softly put the pad on the wound and begins to wrap the wound repeatly with the bandging, the white pad to soak up the blood, that wasn't very much of, and keep the wound shielded.

Twilight could feel a soft cloth to wrap around her leg, but didn't care, mostly about that there was no more intense pain. She begins to slowly breath with a deep breath through her nose.
"Their" Clayton wrap it completely, perfectly tight and completed covered the wound area.

"It's okay, it's over." Clayton said, putting a hand on her neck, which she happily accepted, that begun to calm her down.

"I'm tired." Twilight said, beginning to feel sleepy of what happened, her energy and magic about completely depleted.

"I'll take you to the bed, and you can rest their, we can stay here long." Clayton said, getting up from his kneel.

"Yea, I just want to rest and sleep a bit." She said, "just enough where I can get my energy back."

"Yea, we'll let you rest for forty minutes, but we can't stay here any longer." Clayton said, but realized that Twilight has already fallen asleep. He slowly picks up Twilight and walks into the room where the bedroom is, lays her down away from the wound, puts the pillow under head, and pulls the blanket over her.

He knew she wasn't from here, or that she didn't deserve all of this, she was like an innocent little girl that had was forcefully put into this war, a little girl who has no experience with things that happened, the death, the gore, the destruction, and the chaos.

She reminded him of his little sister.

He kneels on one leg and takes out the same cloth he gave to Twilight, and gently began patting and wipping away the tears that were still on her face, also wipping away any dirt or scars, cleaning her face.

He finshes, putting the cloth in his pouch, stands up and walks out the room back into the living room. He sits back on the couch, ignoring the sight of the spot of blood on the couch, then grabs his helmet and puts it back on his head, not strapping his chin straps.

Both paratroopers sit and stand in silence for ten minutes, before Drake decides to break the silence.

"What are we going to do with her?"

"What?" Clayton responded as he stares at the wooden dusty ground.

"The pony." Drake questioned of ger name.

"What about her?" Clayton to look back at him.

"We both have mission, man, all of the 101st have mission that we have to complete...we can't babysit her the whole entire operation, if we survive it, or if she survives this place of a hell hole." Drake stated. "Plus we don't know anything about her, she is just a talking pony, we don't know if she can even take care of herself."

"...well we can't leave her here...or anywhere in this place..." Clayton began.

"And why do you say that?"

Clayton looked to the soldier.

"You saw how the Germans were trying to put her into their truck, they were trying to capture her." Clayton stated.

"That could be mean a lot of reasons of why they did that."

"And the main reason is that she is very important, Drake, the Germans don't just take anything weird or anyone unless they are important, especially in this kind of situation, where they are being invaded in an area by Allied Forces that they didn't expect to be." Clayton said, "They must of seen Twilight for an important reason for them to waste their time on an animal, where they could of just shot or left her in that wreckage."

Clayton explained the reasons to Drake, as they look eye to eye.

"So we have to take her with us and protect her, just until we get back to London, liberate France, or until she can go back to where she came from," Clayton said. "And if we finish and win this war, she would want our help to help her get her home, because from what we did with that wound on her leg, she isn't from this world, she has no experience with this, she was crying her eyes out from what happened to her, the things that she seen, the things that harmed her, the things she said to us, and all that is the human race's damn fault that we are having this god-damn war." Clayton said, "...she does not know what is happening, the war, the Germans, our world, Earth, she has no idea, and if we let her die, she died in an world that she wished it was hers, she might have a family, a brother, a sister, friends, and people or ponies, that is worried sick of her being gone, just like every other family that was dragged into this, and if we let her die, it's like letting a little girl die, a little girl that did not want to be part of this war, a little girl who was forced into it, a little girl that died because of us soldiers that people from all over the world look up to to finish this war and end the chaos, to end the death, plus she must be an important figure in her world, because look at her, she has both wings and a horn, that must be a special sign of royalty or high-in-power pony, and if we let her die, it's like letting our President or the Queen of Britain die, because we failed to protect them,...no matter that we don't know much about her, we will probably fail ourselves if we let that happen, as us representing America, Earth, the human race, and as a soldier, and that is what we signed up for, to fight a war so that the human race can live another day, and for our families, war is going to stay until we deal with it, or we will not last for very long.

Moments of silence past by from felt like minutes, turning his head and looking out.

Then begins to slowly nod his head, and sigh.

"Even if we all make it out of this, what will the others think of this, the other soldiers, our Generals, hell even the President, how will they handle this?"

"We just have to wait and see then."

They both stop and hear mumbling. They turn towards where Twilight is sleeping, see that she was mumbling in her sleep, even moving a bit.

"What?..." For Clayton to turn back towards Twilight too, again. As they both look at her, she begins to mumble even louder, plus moving more physically where she kicks off the blanket completely off her, then she starts to whimper.

"Somethings wrong." Clayton stands up and rushes over to her, followed by Drake. Clayton kneels on the bedside of the bed, seeing Twilight beginning to talk.

"No!" She said, quietly, still not waking up. "Stop, no, no, No!" The sound of her voice to get louder.

"She's must be dreaming of something!" Clayton calls out. He takes off his helmet and throws it to the ground as Twilight begins to move her body more violently and tears to stream more down her eyes.

"She's too loud, calm her down before anyone hears us." Drake said.

"Twilight, calm down, it's just a nightmare," Clayton begins to try and shake her awake while at the same time to wake her up with his voice, getting a little more worried of her. "Twilight, wake up!"

Twilight is pulled from her dream, snapping up from the bed, breathing real heavily.

"Hey, hey Twilight, its me, calm down." Clayton said, managing for Twilight to stop her motions and for her to look into his eyes, Clayton seeing streams of tears run down her face.

"W-what was that?!" She said.

"Shhh, it's okay Twilight, it's over, it was just a dream." Clayton said quietly, as he strokes her hair, trying to calm her down.

"So...much...death." Twilight said.

"It felt so real, the sand, the water, the bodies...the blood." She whispered. The words she said caught both Clayton's and Drake's attention.

'Sand, water?' Clayton thought, 'How could that be in her dream, the way she acted didn't sound like a beach visit or something?'

"It's okay, it's over...but we have to go, we've been here long enough."

After Clayton was able to calm her down, they all readied their equipment and gear, which took about five minutes to gather their wits, then Clayton remembered something.

"How's your leg?" Clayton grabbing his M1 Garand.

"Um..." lifting her foot. "It doesn't hurt that much, but I should be able to walk on my own, and when my magic comes back and when I'm stong enough, I should be able to heal it fully."

"So you can do magic?" Drake said, loading in a new clip for his Carbine.

"Yea, I can..." Twilight stopped herself, remembering the last time she said she did have magic. Drake could see the worried look on her face.

"Do worry, kid, we don't want nothing to do with your magic, and anyone else tries to hurt you for it," He cocks back the loader, hearing the mechanical gear load in a new shell, "They will have to get through us first."

Twilight smiles at him back, the same with Clayton.

"There is a lot of bad and corrupt people in our world, and we will try and get you home as soon as possible so you won't see all these ever again, and through out all this, we won't let anyone hurt of take you, no matter what, and with that magic of yours, we don't want our race to know about it," Clayton explained. "But please understand that we are soldiers, soldiers of our country, soldiers who need to follow orders and fight for our country, we are in a World War, and we need to fight for those who are innocent and rid of the enemies that threaten the world's peace, and right now, we need to complete our mission and future more, so we don't know how long this war is going to be, so I'm sorry to say that you might not be going home for a while, but stick with us, keep you head down, and watch all of our backs, we will finish this war and we will do and convince all we can to get you home, nothing else in return from you, no help or your magic, we won't ask for it or let anyone take it, we have our own problems in our world, and it we must fix them by ourselves." Clayton explained, as he is kneeling down at Twilight's height. "But we promise in all of our power to get you home and safe through out this whole mess...do you understand."

Twilight's hope of getting home has increased of what Clayton said, and understood them of them being soldiers and their current situation.

"Yes, I fully understand." Twilight said.

"And consider all that a...Pinkie Promise, I guess." Drake added.

"Yes, put like that I guess." Clayton agreed with Drake.

Twilight looks to Drake, giving a nod. She suddenly gives the soldier a hug.

"Thank you." Twilight said, and for Clayton to hug back, then both letting go.

"Um, may I ask what your names are?" Twilight said, not if she should.

"Well, Private Clayton Andrews, United States Army, 101st Airborne Division...but Private is just a rank in my countries Military, so Clayton or my full name is alright if you want."

"Okay...Clayton," Twilight liked the name, something she has not heard of, then looking to Drake, who was standing to near the door.

"Private Drake Hamson, United States Army, 101st Airborne Division, Drake is fine."

Now both paratroopers introduced themselves, Twilight felt more comfortable and relieved to be friends with them...friends.

Clayton notices Twilight's face to show she was sad of something.

"You alright?"

"Yea, I just...miss my best friends back home, the same with my family, like how will they react to me be gone, and if I will see them ever again, ory home." Twilight explained. "But I will be fine, and my full name is Twilight Sparkle, but call me just Twilight.

"Okay, Twilight, we will introduce more of ourselves in a better and safer location and at a better time." For all of them to agree amd nod.

"Okay lets more move out." Clayton said, getting up and Drake to open the door, using his Carbine to survey the area, which is still only darkness and nature, but nothing.

"Clear." Drake moves out onto the front yard, followed by Clayton, who also is aiming his M1 Garand, looking through the iron sights, followed by Twilight.

"Where do we go." Twilight said.

"If we had a map, we could find our objective."

Suddenly, they hear gunfire. Both paratroopers go into alertness, while Twilight flinches to the noise.

"Where is that coming from?" Twilight whispered.

"Over there, sounds like it's close." Drake pointing down the dirt road.

"Well, lets go see if it's friendlies or Germans, either way, we need to know where we are."

"Okay then, I will lead the way." Drake begins to jog down the road, chased by Clayton and Twilight. The group begin to head towards the repeating gunfire, and hope they will be able to find more Paratroopers and their mission.

"Well, I guess it's our turn to save some friendlies." Drake joked, as they jog down the dark road and into the night.

Author's Note

OH. MY. GOSH.

This took me a lot of time to work on.

Type, read, delete, copy, type, delete, retype.

Had to do that to sections that didn't sound right or didn't fit the story.

Hope you guys like it, I tried to make emotional and detailed, I hope I did.

But here it is, hoped you guys enjoyed it.

82nd out.