The Story Of Scoscvisc

The Story of Scoscvisc

By Greenshadow131

He thought about what had happened in the past 20 years of his life. Although he couldn't remember anything before he was 5 years old, most of his fond memories originated from his father. His father was an old colt that had a grey coat with a wavy white mane, he was also a guard in Canterlot. He was an Officer, meaning that he had long days at work and would often come home sore and tired from either patrol or training new recruits.

Until he was 10 years old, his father would come home at about 9 or 10 o' clock and he would bombard his father with the same question, "did you do any hero stuff today?"

His father would always reply with a "nothing I don't always do."

Scoscvisc never minded what his father said about heroics, he would always imagine his father fighting off dragons, hydras, and other monsters. When Scoscvisc turned 10, he asked his father if he would train him in swordplay/tactics, he laughed then heartily agreed with his son.

Scoscvisc had always wanted to become a guard like his father, maybe become a better guard if it was even possible. So for the next 8 years he trained with his father and it paid off. He was graduating the academy and was finally going to become a guard.

To say that he was ecstatic was an understatement. He looked into the mirror and saw the image looking back at him, a handsome face with a squared jaw, a deep forest green coat of hair, a short wavy dirty blonde mane. He had a horn with just an extremely small chip off the top, but not enough to stop him from using magic of course.

He took a deep breath and waited for his name to be called.