After hearing the news I bolted to the garden, and as I approached I heard the sounds of battle.

"YOL TOOR SHUL!"

"IT CAN BREATH FIRE! RETREAT!"

ZAP ZAP

"THE SECOND SHOOTS LIGHTING FROM ITS HANDS!"

"THE THIRD HAS A-OW-SPEAR AND IS-OW-REALLY GOOD WITH IT!"

"RUN AWAY, GET THE BEARERS!"

"RANDOM SHOUTS OF AGONY!"

Ok....either the sounds of battle, or a very bad comedy. As I approach the sounds of panic, and round a corner, I see several guards fighting...A Khajiit in old Royal Guard Armor, the Grey fox, and Someone in covered in an armor that is unfamiliar to me.

"Oi, you lot!" I yell to the three, and they all turn around to face me. "Why don't you give me a go?" I say, drawing Umbra from it's sheath

"They attacked us first, Champion." The Grey Fox says

"Ahh...I see. What is your story?" I point

"I killed a god. Got transported here, and fought these green kittens." The Khajiit says

"And what about you, strangely armored one?"

"Killed a dragon by the name of Alduin, and got transported here." The strange one says

"...huh...Okay strange question, but what Era is it for all of you?"

"The second era." The Khajjit says

"End of the Third." The grey fox says, shocked

"The fourth Era..." the strange one says, dumbfounded

"Well, that would explain the armor for you, and you." I say, gesturing to the Strange one, and Khajiit. "Well, I guess I should introduce myself. I am Reaper, hero of Kavatch."I say deciding to use that title

"Kyra, slayer of Dagoth Ur." The Khajiit says

"I am the Grey Fox...however my given name is Dances-with-Death." The Fox says.

"I am Alyx, the Dovakiin." The strange one says

"Well now, might I be the first to properly welcome you to Equestria?" I say, bowing sarcastically

"Ha, sarcasm...finally a warrior with a sense of humor." Kyra said

"Question...is that your Daedroth?" Dances-with-Death asked

It was at that point I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder, followed by a warm liquid washing down the inside of my armor. I look over to my side, and I see that a big ass red Daedroth had bitten into my shoulder. I did what any legionnaire would have done. I took my blade and cut off the top half of its damned mouth. I felt lightheaded, and before I blacked out I said this "Not again."

Author's Note

Well, cliffhanger for one. Two, I hope you guys and gals liked this little filler...I will probably publish a more in-depth one in about three of four days.