Paleblood Ponies

Chapter 3: An Old Friend

“So, you’re not going to try and kill me, are you?” The creature asked, obviously still confused.

“Oh heavens no!” Twilight responded as she trotted over to the thing. “So what are you exactly?” She questioned him.

“I could ask the same, Purple.” The creature retorted. “But if you must know, I’m a human. A hunter to be exact.”

“And what exactly is the job that you Hunters carry out?” Twilight said, genuinely enthusiastic about the chance to study a new creature she had never seen before.

“To hunt beasts and nothing less.”

“The name’s Twilight Sparkle. And you are?”

“Jackson Terry.”

“Such a strange name.”

“Like you can say anything. Who names their kid Sparkle?” Jackson came back snappily. He was obviously smarter than she gave him credit for.

“Anyway, I’m trying to get back to Ponyville. Where am I?” Twilight asked.

“Yaharnam. I’m going to say you’re probably a long way from home. I’ve never heard of a place called Ponyville in my 32 years on this planet. I’m sure I can help you find a way home though. Just come with me.” Jackson started walking down the street, with Twilight in tow. Twilight was fascinated by the architecture of the city, with all of its gothic charm. They soon approached a large bridge, one side gated off. “Damn. We’ll have to take the long way to the Cathedral.” Just as the two were about to leave, Twilight heard a slight whimpering sound from one of the horse-drawn carts on the bridge.

“What was that?” Twilight asked as she approached the cart. Before she could reach the cart, Jackson stuck out his arm, blocking the alicorn.

“Something isn’t right.” He said as he put out his torch and stuck it in a holster on his back. He then sheathed his small silver sword, pulling up the large scabbard to use a greatsword. “There aren’t any beasts here, in a place where they should be swarming.” He took a few step forwards, only to be met by an impossibly large beast. Its fur was damp and matted with dry blood, its horns growing wild and out of control, its breath smelling of raw meat. “You have got to be kid-!” Jackson was cut off as the beast slammed its fist down on him, crushing him. Twilight stood in horror as she watched the beast lift its giant hand, watching as her new companion’s body faded and turned to dust.

To Be Continued In Chapter 4: Like a Lamb To The Slaughter