Day 6- October 10(?), 1918

Journal of Private John Edward Law

First day of writing and almost my first week here as well. Lord knows how I’ve stayed sane since I find myself not only crippled but forced to help my savior's in a conflict I cannot fathom the cause or reason of.

From what they tell me it seems mere bloodshed and invasion for the sake of it. They tell me of places inhabited by creatures of myth or imagination, as if a country of “Equestrians” could get any weirder, they tell me of Gryphons, zebras and something they call a “diamond dog”. Lord doesn’t even know how or why.

All have been crushed or absorbed by this enemy and were seemingly much more prepared for it. In another talk, I learned they have a mere five hundred guards stationed throughout their nation, of which nearly half police their capital, with only fifteen hundred active “troops” (all green of course) and only six thousand reservists readily available for specialist training or deployment. That’s a mere eight thousand inexperienced men (stallions maybe?) along with their only allies, to the north of which the enemy must march through to reach ‘Equestria’ proper, with forces of roughly a thousand or so more.

I have no idea what I’m to do next

John stopped writing, looking over his words on the parchment. He'd thought writing the facts down would make him feel better or at least give him some sort of clue on how to proceed next. Let him think on a larger picture or, if he was lucky, wake up from whatever dream he was in from seeing just how silly this all was.

Sitting at the desk, bathed in candlelight as well moonlight as that poured through his curtains, he felt that his words were cynical at best and defeatist at worst.

He had considered tearing away the page and starting over but decided against it. Knowing that it'd change little, only a temporary solution to pause his thoughts at most. Thinking too much was one of the reasons he was up, to begin with despite the fact that it was very early in the morning. It also didn’t help that the recurring nightmares he’d been having lately still plagued him on even such a calm night.

He sighed as he put the quill back in its well and leaned back in his chair, looking around the dark room at just how lavish and big it was, maybe even better than the chief of staff's quarters, which made him smile a bit before he thought about his room back home.

It made his constant homesickness more present as he remembered each and every little detail. The filled bookcase, the various old toys he no longer played with but had kept for maybe his own children one day, the bed that had been small for him since he was 14... things he'd never see or touch or smell again... and how he longed for the sounds of his little sister to rouse him from this dream...

Shaking his head, trying to dislodge the thoughts of home and of what lay in store for him. He looked at a nearby curtained window, one that should give him an aerial view of the city of ‘Canterlot’, as the maps and princesses had informed him it was named. He couldn’t help but aimlessly think about the name, of King Arthur and his knights. He snapped out it when he tried to stand up he and paused, remembering that he was unable to do so without the crutches, which lay against the desk right next to him.

He sighed as he grabbed the “monstrosities” and placed one under each arm, almost unable to look at his missing leg. All it was to him was another reminder that his life and limb had been thrown away carelessly.

Standing with a little bit of trouble and hobbling his way towards the window, opening the curtains and looking over the dark city below. The various streets and buildings giving off light from illuminations, whether by light from a window or street lamps giving it a sort of peaceful atmosphere in the dark. While thousands of people, wait, Ponies, slept soundly below, completely unaware of what soon might come upon them…. He envied them in their ignorance even if he had disagreed with not informing the public as the Princesses had done so far... Maybe he'd have liked not to know.

He admired the beauty of the stars and moon as he looked up, something so familiar to him yet so… “foreign” at the same time. Standing there for a while and wondering what lay beyond them and whether his home was up there somewhere. If perhaps the war was over or was it still ongoing? But did it really matter to him now?

The silence of this place, on the other hand, was absolutely foreign unlike the stars, and in some way almost frightening to John, who had become accustomed to the roar of artillery shells or random spurts of gunfire rousing him from light sleep day or night, lest a shell catch him in his sleep or be killed in his sleep by quiet trench raiders. Silence was said to precede death in the trenches and he didn’t doubt that rule applied here.

However, lately the only thing that’d kept him awake was his own mind being unable to shut off and just sleep peacefully, usually waking up numerous times throughout the night and sleeping in to compensate for it, something he disliked as the early bird always caught the worm in his eyes.

He looked over his shoulder at his bed and thought that maybe after his writings and gazing, he might be able to finally sleep easy if only until dawn broke and he’d be needed for something or another by the princesses who seemed to slowly include him on more and more things yet never anyone except one or both of them, him and their guards were in the war room

He laid down upon this bed, setting his crutches against the bedpost and snuggling into the pillows and blankets. Yawning as he looked up at the ceiling, he could feel tiredness wash over him like a wave hitting a beach, happy for the reprieve from his constant thoughts of ‘how’ and ‘what’ and so on. He couldn’t explain where he really was or how and right now he didn’t care, he was just happy for a break.

Within minutes, he had passed out into a deep sleep and unto another unsettling dream.

*******
He awoke with a loud yelp, tears flowing from his eyes as he sat up in bed. He took deep breaths to calm himself and tried to compose himself again. The nightmare he’d been having since his arrival still continued to haunt him every night and it seemed no matter how tired he was, he was unable to get proper rest. For the second time that night, he groaned in frustration and threw his blankets off, more tired of this nonsense than anything.

“Damn stupid dream.” He cursed as he shakily got out of bed and firmly planted himself on the ground

“Are you feeling ok sir John?” A voice came from behind him

He gasp and spun around, nearly falling over as he lost his balance. He caught himself in his nightstand and looked frantically for the origin of the voice. In the doorway to his room stood Princess Luna, her horn illuminating her worried face.

“Jeezus Luna!” He said, letting out a deep breath as he clutched his chest “you scared the shit out of me.”

“My apologies sir John but… You sounded in duress and I couldn’t stand by.” She said approaching him slowly “bad dream?”

“Yeah… how’d you know?”

“Well, it is my job to protect ponies from nightmares and make sure they dream easy. I would help you in the same way but your mind seems to lock me out. But while I may not be able to enter your dreams, I can sense you’ve been having unpleasant ones.”

“Oh… Well, I guess I have. But it’s nothing.” He said as he shook his head “just some silly stuff going around in my head is all. Don’t worry about it.”

“Are you sure? Might you want to talk about it?”

“Not… not right now, no. There are more things to worry about than some silly dreams.” He said with a reassuring smile “so, anything else brings you around so early or were you really that worried?”

“I was to awaken you in order for me and my sister to discuss with you over breakfast what our next move is. I know it’s early but she likes to do things bright and early always.”

“Good, I do too. I’m not going back to bed anyway.” He said, turning back towards the window “is… is it always so calm and beautiful out there?”

Luna walked to his side and looked at her herself

“It does Sir John. I make sure the night sky is as it should be and keep ponies dreaming safely.”

“So easy for them to rest… so easy to not know what’s happening... “

“I know what you think of me and my sister keeping this from them Sir John, but we only wish to keep them safe.”

“Ignorance is bliss, not safety.” He mumbled as he shook his head again “a-anyway Luna, let’s not keep Celestia waiting huh?”

“Only if you wish to Sir John. No need to rush yourself for anyponies sake.”

He flashed her a smile, “thank you Luna, but I’m a go-getter anyway. Now, lead the way, your highness.”

Luna returned the smile before turning and walking back into the doorway, motioning him on

He shuffled out with her and stuck to her side as the two walked through the large, cold marble hallways, still a little confused just how anyone made their way around the large palace. Everyone, the princesses their guards and even their servants seemed to know how to get anywhere while he still hadn’t figured out the way from the war room to his room.

“I swear, this palace changes every day,” he mumbled to himself

“Hmmm? What was that Sir John?” Luna questioned as he looked to him

“I said I swear this palace changes every day I wake up. How does anyone get around?”

“I must say that I share your problem. The palace had many expansions when I… Well when I took a leave of absence.” She said, shaking her head a bit “To this day, I have troubles getting around the newer parts of the palace. I’m sure you will get used to it Sir John, and you will also have me or one of the other princesses or one of our guards and staff to ask if you need to.”

“I’ll keep that in mind… Speaking of your guards… do you really have so few of them?”

“Yes. This surprises you I take it?”

“Well, how can so such a large nation filled with so many people require so few to keep good order in it?”

“Ponies have always been peaceful creatures and most of our neighbors we have good relations with and we have been able to easily keep peace within our country and with others.” She said before a short pause “that being said, Equestrias armed forces were not always so… puny. In a time far gone, our armies were large and their ranks filled by brave and trained troops led by some of the best generals of the time…” she sighed and reluctantly continued “we were attempting to bring one of these generals when we brought you.”

“Pardon?” John asked, cupping his hand around his ear “I think I may have misheard you.”

Luna shook her head and sighed again, “Yes, as you know you’re summoning was a mistake but not because we weren’t trying to summon somepony. We just… we just weren’t trying to bring you.”

“You… you were trying to bring someone else… to… to help, didn’t you?”

Luna nodded silently

John shook his head in disbelief, “that, that doesn’t make sense. H-how would that even be possible? And why would it bring me of all things?”

“Magic such a what we used is very powerful, and, well, normally forbidden… we made an exception for the good of the realm… as for why it brought you, a human… I can’t tell you for sure but mayhaps you share similar characteristics with the one we tried to bring back?” Luna said somewhat reluctantly

“I… I doubt it.” he said shaking his head again “still, nothing I can do about it now and I don’t have any other option than try and help anyway… just more to think about.”

The two continued their walk in silence

***

They soon arrived at what John assume was Celestia personal quarters, given how large and grandiose it was and the two stoic guards outside the door that watched him intensely and the two inside that stood at the Princesses side while she sat at a large table, 3 hot plates of food and one of those uncomfortable pony chairs were waiting. Luna sat on her haunches and John sat in the chair

“Good morning your highness,” John said as he leaned his crutches on the table and relaxed, mouth watering at the hot pancakes, hash browns, toast and steaming cup of coffee that lay in front of him

“Good morning Sir John, I hope you slept well.” Celestia said as she levitated a knife and fork over to him “go ahead and eat, I see you’re just waiting to dig into it.”

With intense gratefulness, he took the utensils and dug into the breakfast with the gusto only a man deprived of good food for months could have. In no time flat, he’d finished while the princesses had hardly touched theirs, letting out a loud belch as he finished, only remembering his manners when one of the guards at Celestia's side stared him down and cleared his throat.

“Oh, umm, my apologies your highnesses. Not used to being around royalty.” He said, a small blush forming in his cheeks

They both seemed amused

“Oh no need to worry yourself sir John,” Luna said “we’re more casual than ponies might think us.”

“And I’m happy to see you enjoy my cooking so much.”

“Wait… you cooked that?” John asked, seeming surprised. Royals weren’t supposed to do that sort of thing he thought?

“Why yes, I happen to quite enjoy cooking. I almost always cook my own breakfast.”

“Well, damn fine work, your highness.” John said, straightening back up in his seat after realizing he was slouching “so, what exactly is there to discuss?”

“Well, we thought we would share that the Horses have still yet to advance, they seem taken in their sacking of Gryphonstone which at least gives us more time. Our military staff is reviewing the plan you put forth and seem mostly satisfied for it except for our top commander calling it “Un-noble and cowardly”... but I’m sure he’ll come around... Other than that it is a lot of tedious paperwork and matters which you don’t directly need worry about but there are two issues…” Celestia explained, trailing off at the end “One would be to announce the war to the citizens of Equestria which… we don’t know how.” She said plainly “it has been long since I’ve done any such thing but we simply can’t keep it hidden any longer…”

“And we were hoping you could help,” Luna added

“Well, I’m sure I could at least try and help… what’s the other issue?”

“That would be announcing to the nobility and military staff of your existence.”

“They don’t know?”

“We’ve kept the castle clear of them and the only ones who know of your existence are us, Twilight, Cadence, the doctors and nurses who treated you and the guards so they know to treat you as an important guest. Both the medical staff and the guards are sworn to say nothing for now.”

“Oh… so, what did you have in mind for introducing me?”

“You’re… willing to be known?” Luna asked, seeming a bit shocked “we assumed that perhaps you would like to keep your presence unknown for now, lest you feel overwhelmed.”

“I’d rather be a known surprise than a potential nasty secret. Besides, I know the feeling of being commanded by a faceless, nameless person. At least a name gives someone to curse.”

“Well… In that case, we could call a session of the Council of Lords tomorrow while asking the military staff to attend. If we’re to have your help, we’ll need the support of both in order to do it.”

“I’ll remember to shave and dress nice.” John joked as he looked down at his ratty uniform. Even after being cleaned, some patches of mud and dust never seemed to disappear, and he knew all too well he needed a shave soon as he ran his hand over his face

“Speaking of your dress, we’re having a tailor come that could make you something once they have your size, even if it might take a while to make.”

“They could make something that fits me?” he asked in disbelief

“While you’re size and shape would certainly be something different, she is a very skilled tailor and seamstress. We have no doubt she could make you something to replace what you have now. But as we said, she might not be done for a while and so you’ll just have to make do I suppose…” Celestia explained, not sounding thrilled by the idea

“And… well, maybe this is a pessimistic question but… what happens if they don’t support my help?”

They two Princesses looked at each and pondered his very valid question before Celestia gave the only answer she could think of

“Than we ignore them.”

“And that won’t upset them?”

“It will but we must do what we must if we wish to live through this.”

***
After that discussion, the next 2 days had gone largely without anything of note and John stayed in his room, thinking over the situation and what could be done.

Once the nobles and generals knew of his existence, he was going to make sure the Princesses came out with a fiery address to their nation with an official acknowledgment of war, a war that everyone would need to put everything into if they hoped to win. He smiled one morning as he shaved with a provided straight razor as he pictured himself bent over his desk, writing the speech himself.

His smile and concentration were broke, causing him to nick himself a bit when his bedroom door was knocked. His cursed softly at the sudden pain from the cut as he washed off his half shaven face before walking out of the bathroom and opening the door where he found two guard standing.

“Umm… sir.” One of the guards said, seeming almost unsure of what to call him “Princess twilight has requested your presence in the throne room as soon as possible.”

“Alright. Just gimme a moment to finish shaving and dress.”

After he'd finished shaving and buttoned up his uniform, trying to appear formal for royalty, he joined the guards outside who began to led him to the throne room, somewhere he hadn’t been too yet.

They seemed to have a hard time remembering the slow down for him and he often found himself falling behind the two guards. And even when he was caught up to them, they didn’t say a single thing to him or each other, something he didn’t really mind or blame them for. If he had to lead a walking, talking hairless ape to place their monarchs spent time at in royal court, he wouldn’t say much either

Eventually they entered into a room that was even bigger than most of the palace, the ceiling seeming to climb into the sky, the stone marbles supporting them carved with intricate pictures and symbols that meant nothing to him, yet left him in awe. It was big, elegant and beautiful.

The large thrones sitting in the back of the huge room only added to the size as they were raised high above the ground, the guards standing at the base seeming almost pointlessly tiny compared. A large shining sun sat carved into the taller of the two while, a big red ruby in the middle to make it pop out while a beautiful pearl sat encased in the middle of the moon carved into the smaller one, just below the taller.

He could only stand and look around at the room, amazed by it all but slightly perplexed by the elevated seating along the sides of the room, towards the middle of the room. It reminded him of one of his classes, with rows of seats that were far less shabby than what he knew and a speaker's stand on the floor right in front of them. It seemed a bit… out of place, especially since it seemed some foldable chairs had been placed to the sides.

He was led to this stand where Twilight stood with flashcards, seeming to be nervously repeating the information on them to herself, not noticing him or the guards.

“You highness, we’ve brought the hu-man as you’ve asked.” one informed her, the word human rolling as poorly off his tongue as the names of pony cities had off his

Twilight gasp and her head shot up from her cards, “Wha-what? Oh! Right, I did ask you to bring him here. Thank you, you may return to your duties.”

With a bow, the two guards left them alone: a crippled man and small (compared to her fellow princesses) nervous pony who seemed about to have a freakout

“Your Highness, what’s wrong?” He asked, wondering what could have her so worried… aside from the impending war “if you’re worried about the upcoming conflict than have no-”

“No! I’m not worried about that nearly as much as I’m worried about getting my notes right today!”

“Okay… but why?”

“Celestia and Luna want to introduce you today and I’m supposed to read my recorded notes about you but I’m so nervous I’ll mess up because it’s all so… so... So strange!”

“Hey hey hey, easy easy. Why don’t you let me answer some of them hmm? I mean, who knows humans better than me right?” he said in an effort to relieve the stressed pony even though he himself was now stressed out. ‘Thanks for giving me a heads up’ he thought.

“I don’t know… the princess was starting to worry about revealing you because… well…”

“My charming looks might distract them from the important work?” he joked with a grin, trying to relieve some pressure but he’d never been very good at it… “jokes aside, why?”

“... She’s worried that… that they might not take you as seriously if they see you’re…”

“Injured?” He asked, taking a shot in the dark sighing when she ashamedly nodded yes “well, if they don’t like it, they’ll just have to deal with it and so will Celestia and Luna. i told them i refuse to be faceless… Errr, Twilight, can I ask you something?”

“Yes, John?”

“What’d you do with my gun?”

“You’re what?” She said, her nervousness temporarily replaced by confusion and curiosity

“My gun. Long, wooden mostly with some metal parts…” he said, realizing how poorly he could describe something like that without using terms she didn’t know

“You mean that stick you came with?”

“Err… sure, my stick.”

“Well, I took it meaning to study it but I’ve been too busy too.”

“Well, umm… can I have it back? It means a lot to me and I’d just… just like to hold it again.” he explaining, feeling weird for admitting it. He’d been longing to hold a weapon again, longing to have something that would make him feel less useless, less weak, more of a soldier

“Sure, if it means so much… just... Promise that when you can, you’ll let me study it, ok?”

“Sure Twilight.” he said with a smile, happy to see her return it warmly “Now, where are Luna and Celestia?”

“Probably receiving the nobles as we speak. Whenever they really want the nobles in a good mood, they make them feel special by receiving them at the palace personally. Given all the usual social stuff, it might take a while.”

“Thanks for letting me know… lemme help with the notes by the way.”

***

After about half an hour of helping Twilight ease her nerves by being a patient audience and correcting any small things she might have gotten wrong… and asking her to have some personal things out of her notes, the large doors to the throne room were opened, Celestia and Luna walking in, trailed by a large group of fancily dressed ponies

“Oh! They’re here! Go stay behind the throne.” Twilight said, gently pushing him in the direction before standing beside the throne herself and trying to seem what he could call dignified

He did as she said however and hid easily behind the large thrones, luckily limping behind before the Princesses and their entourage of fancy ponies approached. The ponies filled up seats along with a few in fancy looking armor or stiff collared uniforms sitting in the extra folding chairs or on the ground while the Princesses took their corresponding throne.

The opening was a lot of what he assumed was ceremony and the like, then with somepony stating the listed points of discussion points for the meeting. To him, it was all rather… uninteresting for a while until the war was brought up and the room exploded into loud talking, echoing in the large chamber until a loud trumpet or something similar played, damn near making him deaf in the process.

After he assumed everyone finished rubbing their ears, someone demanded to know what was being done about it. Celestia calmly explained that she, her fellow princesses and the military staff present were doing everything they could be done. A lot of questions involved bureaucratic and budget things he was even less qualified to understand than he could have worried.

He was a college student who’d been studying history, not a great intellectual and certainly no great commander of soldiers! He was lamenting how foolish he felt when the noble who had started the very conversation shushed them all with a question above all else.

“And by chance your highnesses, in all this work, have you made time to find this somepony who will help ease our woes?” One asked in a tone that made him sound almost cocky yet nervously so as if they wanted the answer to be a yes

Luna, who up until this point had been rather quiet compared to her older sister, replied “yes, we have Lord Fancy Pants.” she said, sounding rather pleased with herself. She noticed Twilight was trying to get her attention but then laughter came from behind the thrones.

“L-Lord Fancy Pants? R-really?” John said quietly between stifled laughs that, had the nobles still been murmuring and questioning among themselves , would have been rather quiet. But seeing as he was the only one making noise in the echoey room, it was loud enough for all to hear… he realized this all too late

“Who in Tartarus is that?!” the noble demanded loudly and angrily “And who are they to mock my name?”

“Fuck…” John said as he wondered what to do, feeling even worse when he just heard both Luna and Celestia sigh

“That would be our help,” Celestia said, trying to not sound angry and sheepish from the mistake John had just made

Collectively, the nobles and staff began to question them but the loud noise trumpeted again, once again shutting them up

“If you may allow me and my sister to explain.” Luna said, clearing her throat “after what I said in my last meeting, I and my sister realized that very few if any ponies are truly prepared for a war… even us…” she said, pausing and sighing softly, “we thought that if we could bring somepony that knew war to our time, it would give us a far better chance… and we did bring somepony… just not a pony.”

The nobles murmured their questions and shock between each other but let her continue

“And while this being may not be exactly what we were hoping for, he has already agreed to help our cause and our country for nothing more than the kindness of his heart. Regardless of what you might think of what we did or of having a being helping us, I and my sister are going to need the help of every single one of you if we’re going to have a chance of winning… so please, remember your pledges to me and my sister to always act in the nation's interest and not your own beliefs.”

The air was dead silent until someone finally broke the silence

“May we see this... Creature, you tell us of?”

Before either of the Princesses could respond, John stood as tall as he could and limped out front and center, everyone in audience eyes glued to him as he stopped in front of the much shorter podium and bowed as well as he could to them

“Your esteemed Lords and Ladies.” He said, the first sorta thing he thought a foreigner in court would do when a guest of the monarchs

More silence followed however and the crowd had various reactions, with at least one poor old mare passing out in her chair

“.... By the sun and moon, he’s crippled!” Someone eventually cried “you present this sickly, lanky two, or should I say one-legged, freak as your answer to a dangerous threat!”

Johns temper boiled over and all the stress he’d been holding in released a bit “And my other leg will be lost when I shove it up your ass and they have to amputate you keep talking that way!”

Needless to say, this action caused an uproar amongst the nobles until something even louder than the trumpet before made them really clam up: Luna's Royal Canterlot voice

“SILENCE!”

Her voice rang in the air for minutes and had John's ears not become accustomed to much louder sounds, he had no doubt they’d be ringing like he was sure some in the audience were.

“Sir John, I would ask you mind your manners and language in the presence of not only me and my sister but of our nobility and important military ponies! And I will ask you all to refrain from insulting our guest further!” She chastised, clearly a bit fed up

“Of course, my apologies,” John said with a bow, a bit frazzled. He’d messed up twice now, they were sure to not only hold that against him but the princesses
After everyone had calmed down, a few more basically asked the same questions over about what it was, how intelligent it was, how it could be of any use and so on. After hearing the Princesses give answers that obviously didn’t satisfy the askers, he cleared his throat loudly

“If I may, I could explain a few things myself?” he timidly suggested, not wanting to stir up the already choppy currents of this… ad hoc introduction.

“I suppose it couldn’t hurt.” Celestia said, sounding a bit tired “please, go ahead sir John.”

He nodded thankfully and turned back to the now expectant audience, clearing his throat once again “I realize this must be strange for all of us. An injured, limping, talking hairless ape walks center stage and probably breaks a million social normalities in an instant and then has the gaul to talk further. And see, normally, I wouldn’t do this but I want there to be no bickering, no questioning, no plotting, and no-nonsense and certainly no questions on what I am for now. Your nation is at war and if you don’t know, that’s awful for everyone.” He said, trying to sound apologetic and understanding “Your Princesses, your subjects and you yourself. And each needs each to survive, especially now that enemies stand at the gates, ready to overthrow your monarchs, slaughter your subjects and kill any of you that get in their way…” He paused to let his words sink in “and when an enemy stands ready to do that, we must all stand together to throw them back to whatever desert hellhole they come from!” He shouted, crescendoing and raising his fist to emphasize his point “but to do that, you will need to push any doubts or grievances from your mind and focus entirely on winning… I ask you to push them from your minds now and give not me your trust, but your rulers. I will do everything and all that I can to make sure you have a better chance… but while I do not give promises of a miracle, I give promises of hard work, loyalty, honesty, and my full effort. So while my leg may be gone, my stubborn brain and foolish heart are not just yet.”

The room was a silent as it had been when Luna silenced it for a few moments before a noble, the one who’d seemed so nervously smug when bringing the question of who they’d found to help, stood and pledged to give his full support to whatever the Princesses needed for the war. Slowly, more joined him and made the same pledge and while many remained seated, there were no neighsayers. Seeming satisfied, Celestia called an end of the meeting to both Twilight and Johns chagrin after the preparation.

Once all the other ponies except John and the Princesses had left the chamber and the doors were shut, the two sisters glared down at him as he stood their sheepishly, clearly knowing he'd made mistakes. Luna instantly softened and her sister followed suit, sighing loudly as she looked him over

“I could hug and slap you at the same time.” Celestia said, sounding frustrated "it's a hard choice between the two after that...."

“Sister, do not be too harsh on him. He’s new to anything like this are far as we know. I’d say he handled it quite well in fact.” Luna defended him as she flew down to his side “even if it could have been better… he still did get them to give support."

“I’m sorry, it’s a funny name!” he said in an effort to put a defense "and that other guy had it coming!"

“Well, I suppose that’s the easy part done with at least.” Celestia said as she rubbed her temples “now the hard part begins…”

Author's Note

Yay...