When two worlds meet. Beginnings.

“We are so boned! We are dead men walking! Why did you say that shit Gabriel,” exasperated Alfredo, who was now walking in circles.

“I don’t know! It just occurred to me, and I kinda just... blurted it out. I said it the second it appeared in my mind,” answered Gabriel with an pleading tone.

“Maybe they’re already watching us,” said Sebastián while frantically looking around. “Maybe they are already watching all of our moves.”

“C’mon, don’t be ridiculous. It would be too early for them to do anything,” reassured Hugo, but by the way he was nervously playing with his sweatshirt sleeves, he wasn’t too sure about it either.

“Have we forgot about a little detail? Oh, I don’t know, maybe they can fly while wearing heavy cargo like it’s nothing? Maybe you forgot about that part, but don’t worry, it’s a pretty fucking obscure detail, so I don’t blame you for not remembering,” said Julio with sarcasm.

“Fuck off with the sarcasm, it will only make all of us angrier. Now, we may be fucked up, but there may be a solution,” said Samuel with a smile.

“And that is,” asked Felipe with a weird look on his face.

“Lets try to speak to them! They are smart, aren’t they? I’m sure they can listen to reason,” pridefully announced Samuel.

“Are you out of your mind? I punched one of those guys so hard that it turned into a Gmod rag doll, and we saw that they had spears and swords, so they may not be looking for the most peaceful course of action,” Hugo said. “Though, to be fair, he bucked me first.”

“Exactly,” exclaimed Samuel. “He attacked you first, so that means that you just defended yourself. And, if they have guards and all that jazz, that must mean that they have laws, which means they have a supreme court room, or something similar, in which case we could explain ourselves and charge against the aggressor.”

“I know that you like to read about laws as a hobby, Samuel, but that’s it. A hobby,” deadpanned Felipe. “You can’t justify that they have a “supreme court” just because they have armors. And they might not even be democratic! They could have a monarchy or something, and, if they do, they might not appreciate that we harmed their subjects. We are also something they might have never saw before.”

“Which brings another point. If what Julio and Hugo saw was right, they saw a griffin, which means that there may be other species,” said Samuel while he tapped his head. “And, if there are other species, then they might have some experience with first contacting new species, because there are three different pony species living together, and, if biology’s right, the ones without wings and horns fuck the ones without wings and horns, the ones with wings fuck the ones with wings, etcetera. So, they know that being different is not inherently bad, so it gives us more of a chance for a peaceful encounter.”

“...Are you sure you aren’t just saying things? I mean, yeah, there was a griffin, but there might be just griffins and ponies,” added Alfredo. “Also, we get it, you are very smart, but those are a lot of ‘if’s’ and ‘which’s’.”

“Sure, there are some questions, and it may be a bit shaky, but it’s the best I can come up with. And it’s not me being smart, it’s me using logic. Do they have military? There must be wars. Are there wars? Some laws must’ve formed. Are there laws for war? Then there are laws for the mundane. I know that it looks that I’m reaching for straws, but I honestly think it’s the best chance we have,” Samuel said plainly. “Also, they speak english, so we have that as well.”

Gabriel hummed.

“I don’t like it one bit, but I also think it’s the best chance we have. And, if they turn out to be hostile, then we won’t go down without a fight,” as he said this, he raised his fist to the air while flexing it. “But, yeah, would be better if we didn’t fight.”

“Does everyone agree,” asked Samuel.

The boys, except Samuel, chatted with each other for a bit while making a circle. Finally they stopped, and they looked at Samuel at the face, which he knew what it meant.

“Alright! Lets vote at the count of three. One. Two. And three!”

A total of three hands were raised. Those were from Samuel, Felipe and Alfredo.

“What now? Did you guys forgot to raise your hands,” a perplexed Samuel asked.

“No, I think it’s good as it is. Three agains four. It seems that, until there is no other solution, we will not meet with the ponies yet,” announced Sebastián.

“But why? They could have food, and toilets, and a ceiling, and a bed,” listed Samuel with his fingers. “Why not?”

“I don’t trust them,” bluntly said Sebastián.

Samuel was left with his mouth hanging open and his glasses almost falling.

“That’s it? You don’t trust them,” said Samuel rather angrily. “I’m not saying that we become best friends with them, but at least give them a chance.”

“Sorry, but it’s that simple. They had nets and spears. The spears, I understand, but why the nets? And how did a whole platoon of those things suddenly came overnight? I dunno, it all seems fishy to me,” explained Hugo. “Also, sending a fucking tiny armada just because one of them got hurt? That seems a bit exaggerated, and it I don’t think a democrat would be able to send such measurements to the equivalent of a bear attack that fast.”

“Now that is a point I think is valid,” said Felipe, which made Samuel look at him with shock. “I prefer the pacifist route, but it is pretty suspicious.”

“Really? Alfredo, you support me, right,” asked Samuel with hope in his voice.

“I mean, yeah, I support you,” at this Samuel smiled. “But I don’t really care,” at this Samuels smile dropped. “We made a vote, and we lost, so it was fair and square.”

“C’mon Samuel, don’t be so salty. It may turn out to be the best course of action, and if it isn’t, we’ll try the peaceful option,” reassured Julio.” We are doing this ‘cause we can be captured unarmed.”

“Alright, fine, I get it. You guys are real jerks, I did this for all of us,” Samuel said while he crossed his arms.

“Hey man, we are also doing this for all of us, so don’t worry, we got this,” said Sebastián with a smile, and they all smiled with him, forgetting for a moment the apparent impending doom.

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“Twilight? Where are you? You weren’t at the friendship map room,” shouted Spike at the crystal hallways. Spike never really liked the friendship castle. It was too confusing, and if it were to be named a labyrinth, then nopony would bat an eye. He always got lost trying to find the bathroom!

“I’m right here,” Spike heard down the hallway.

‘Oh, what is she doing now, thought the growing dragon.

“Twilight! I brought you the cookies you asked me for,” said Spike while wearing an admittedly tiny pink maid dress.

“Great,” exclaimed Twilight while coming into view. “Just let them on the table behind you.“

The young princess had a slightly unkempt hair and wrinkled wings, but it wasn’t so much that it was worrying. After all, Spike saw her in a worse state many times.

“Okay, I’ll leave you to work,” said Spike cheerily, and was readying himself to get lost again in the castle searching for his room.

“Pssst. Hey Spike, you know something,” whispered Twilight with a little giggle.

“What,” asked the dragon with a little smile while getting closer to the alicorn.

“Today I confronted the griffin general.”

The dragon gasped.

“No way! Yo could have gotten yourself in trouble,” said Spike worriedly, but Twilight wasn’t alarmed at all.

She giggled even more now.

“Oh Spike, no trouble will come from this. Really, it was incredible! She was being so mean to me for no reason at all, so I stated the fact that I was in a higher command that hers, and boom! She obeyed my orders! And I was sooooo scared, Spike, yet I was brave enough to tell her what she deserved. Really, you should have seen it. This also proves a minor experiment that I did not have the time or resources to try, yet today’s event confirms it,” at this, Twilight then clopped her hooves rapidly to show her excitement.

“Oh...Good for you. Aaaanyways, I’ll go back to reading some comics,” announced Spike, not wanting to question any one of Twilights semantics, knowing that it’ll lead to some boring thing Twilight will say.

“Oh, Spike! Please, send this letter real quick to Princess Celestia, please,” at this, Twilight levitated a scroll that was in her backpack.

“Sure,” said Spike, and he prepared to fire some dragon breath, which he did to ignite the scroll. With that done, he made a beeline to the maze he called home, only to find there Twilight whistling and casually looking around.

“What do you want, Twilight,” asked Spike while sighing.

“You aren’t going to ask me why I confronted that griffin,” asked Twilight incredibly fast, her words being hard to decipher. “Not even a bit of curiosity.”

“Not really. She was mean to you when she shouldn’t have been, and it came back to bite at her tail. It’s simple. I’m not a baby dragon anymore, Twilight,” lectured the purple dragon to the purple pony.

“How did you know it was a she,” asked Twilight after an awkward silence.

“I just guessed. And female griffins are always a bit moody,” said Spike dryly, not wanting to spend more time in the conversation.

“Alright. Sorry for borrowing your time, and thanks for the cookies,” happily said Twilight.

“No problem,” said Spike with a smile.