For Therieus, it had been years since the bandit incident. Many years. If he truly knew how many, he would weep for the many people that he had lost. Actually, I do not think that statement is correct. The nine foot tall wanderer had been hardened by the years of mental assault. He was a formidable marksman, a warrior of great intelligence and strength, and a tactician.

A hundred years of advancement had occurred since that day. He had lost many. Dusty Sea. Gibrat. Dense Foliage. And many others that he could not recount. However, the fallen always had a place in his heart. Over the years he had collected many memoirs. From weapons older than a hundred and ten years, to packs of cards carefully preserved and enchanted. Heirlooms and beads covered his figure.

The now nine foot two dragon wore a ragged duster, with seemingly light plate armor underneath. The plate armor was actually Magernite, a metal as tough as steel and as light as a feather. Kind of like Mithril. The metal was blackened from continued use, having many dents and scratches as well. He wore special boots made for dragons, reinforced with some Dragon-Steel. He had a hat on his head, a pair of familiar goggles hanging around his neck. A medallion, some bead necklaces, and many other odd trinkets decorated his neck. Speaking of his neck, it was protected with a wrap of iron-weave. Simply some fabric enchanted to be as tough as iron, which is extremely simple. He had a pair of pauldrons made of the same material as his chest-plate. His pants were denim jeans, also enchanted to be iron-weave.

In all, the dragon looked pretty bad-ass. Many people had not lived to tell the tale of meeting this formidable opponent.

Although he was normally not one to go to pony-owned lands, his next quest would lead him there. Years of investigation had lead him to the Eclipsed Sun Project, which was a plan to hunt down all of Princess Luna's thestral commanders and execute/make them useless. The plan had long been used, around a thousand years ago. But to him, there was one name on the list to hunt down that intrigued him.

Phenneus of Wilted Woods, a well known escapee of the executive order. Some say that he had disappeared entirely off the map, or had been taken away by the Princess and quietly executed. Others told of tales, in which crows flocked to Canterlot and had carried him off. Some of the most absurd were that he had been banished to the moon with his mistress.

Whatever the case, Therieus had gotten some reports from his scouts. They had all been talking about the hydras that were attacking settlements along the Everfree forest. The dragons had offered to help Celestia, but she had declined their help. She also did not allow the zebras to help. But, that could not stop Therieus from doing some good deeds while he was investigating the ESP.

Currently, he was in the Everfree. The town would not be a good place to start his hunt for the hydra nest...

Sorry for the late entry. It has been two days since I came to this fairy-tale land. I've not explained very many things, I believe. Could just be my forgetfulness.

Does not matter either way. What does matter, is the fact that there have been many hydras invading this pony settlement. Thankfully, a purple unicorn and her friends have been driving them off using some 'magic', as I've been told by Mary. I also visited the veterinarian, but I chose not to write about it due to the incident being a little embarrassing. Even though only an eagle could read this, with their eyes being able to zoom in, I wanted to keep my privacy, just in case someone else got a hold of it. On another note, I had finally learned how to fl-

BLAM!

Was that...A gunshot? I'll be ending this entry here!

The Dragon-Steel slug had entered the intelligent head of the hydra, Therieus dashing away stealthily as he could. He pumped the Remington 870, chambering yet another from the box magazine. His heavily modified shotgun-rifle had a scope and a flash hider, as well as a short box magazine containing ten shells. Overall, the gun fired twelve shells, or slugs. This was his main weapon for medium range fights and small skirmishes. He also had a selective fire rifle and a pistol. It was another familiar weapon...

The hydra's intelligent head slumped backwards, the other two hissing and warbling a battle cry. The two brutish heads charged into the brush where the shot had been fired, blasting through the forest's trees with barely any effort. Bark and splinters, branches and leaves, fruits and vegetables, it did not matter, they all flew just the same. The enraged creature had nothing except the pit of despair and anger to turn to. Its brother had been murdered.

Therieus wiped his mouth, slinging his shotgun. Lowering his gloved hand to his belt, he pulled the coarse string of a leather pouch. He reached his fingers in, securing the neck of a small bottle in his talons. He glanced left and right from his crouched position, making sure nothing was around to interrupt him.

He chugged the bottle's contents, then placed the vial back into its appropriate pouch. He tightened the string carefully.

The dragon slung his rifle, the weapon comfortable in his draconic claws. This was an AK-47, otherwise known as the , or the Kalashnikov if you can't speak Feline. This was a formidable weapon, known as one of the deadliest in the outer Badlands and Felussia. The AK-47 was designed during a war between Amareica, a separate nation from Equestria and Felussia. It was mostly a two year long border skirmish, but the Felussians got tired of it. So they built this weapon of mass destruction.

His was silenced, had a short magazine, and was scoped. It had a grip and adjustable stock for tactical reasons. The silenced weapon was loaded with 8mm rounds, rather than the usual 7.62mm that the AK had. It was much larger than one that a Feline would use, allowing for it to use a larger round. This reliable weapon was possibly the deadliest weapon on Equus.

"Time to hunt me a motherfuckin' hydra." He slammed a magazine into the gun's underside.

I soared high, high above the forest. The mushed up green and grey below ran by, as I slowed my flight. I wanted to take a look at the area where the shot had gone off, just to see if I could figure out what that was all about. Hopefully it was just some random hunter wandering too far off the game trails. Mary had told me about them, how they usually came up here to poach and all that jazz.

Finally, the area came into view. Or what I decided must be the area, since there was a spattering of blood and other rather gorey bits that I won't describe. Deep prints in the mucky ground confirmed my second theory. A hydra hunter hired by the crown, or a desperado from the Badlands looking to make some money with his skills.

I searched around the clearing for evidence. In there were about twenty eight hydra tracks, as the beast was quite massive. It had barreled through the trees in another direction, tossing detritus across the small clearing. It seemed like the hunter had fired from the treeline's brush on the far left side of the clearing. Upon closer inspection, I found the tell-tale sign of a shotgun. A bright red shell was buried slightly in the ground, covered by some leaves.

I dug it out and took a look at it. I couldn't really tell if it was a pellet shell or a slug. It seemed like it would be a slug, though. That's considering the amount of blood over there, as well as Mary having told me about the hunters' weapons. Some had AK-47s, which were deadly weapons from the frozen north of Felussia. They seemed familiar, though. The AKs, I mean. As if they were not originally from here...

I shook away the thoughts, fully grounding myself in reality. There was no time. I had a feeling in my gut that this hunter was different. That maybe he or she could help me in finding my identity, or helping to find someone who can. There was a chance. I have decided to take it by the arm and let it lead me to answers, adventure, and closure. After all, this life is just one big game. You don't take chances? You remain boring, uninteresting, useless to whatever higher being that is throwing the pieces on the board and seeing if they do something abnormal. Anything to break monotony, I suppose.

Enough about philosophy. I must find this hunter, so I wil-

BLAM!

End this entry here...

Author's Note

Why cats are Russians? Because Siberian tigers.