As I walk through the doors to my home, I promptly collapse onto the large sofa near the back of the living room, making the wooden frame creak under the weight of my armour. The past few weeks have been tiring and all I did was lay in a Hospital bed. I lay there as I heard Selene walk into the room, taking a seat next to me, chuckling lightly.

"You look exhausted." She said.

"Yea, you could say that," I said, my voice muffled slightly as my face pressed against the thick cushions, despite my helmet still being on my head.

"I think it was nice of Pinkie Pie to give me a tour of Ponyville." She said, nibbling on a bag of popcorn Pinkie had given her. "I didn't know she knew so much."

"She does that for newcomers," I said picking myself up. "And yea, that's Pinkie for you. My advice: Best not try and understand her, it'll only cause more trouble than it's worth. Trust me."

"Ok fair enough." She said.

Looking around the living room, she had a look of quiet content on her face.

"You know, I could get used to living here." She said.

"It does have a certain charm about it doesn't it?" I agreed. "Well, I need to change into something more comfortable. Feel free to help your self to anything in the fridge."

Standing, I made my way to my bedroom and swiftly shut the door behind me. Once I made sure I was alone, I removed my helm from my head and stripped my armour and changed into a simple pair of joggers and a hoodie. Now I'm not saying my Beskar is uncomfortable, it is, it's just casual clothing is more so. I did some quick stretches, my joints cracking and popping loudly as I did. Walking out, I see Selene in the same place she was before, now with a piece of parchment in her hands.

"What you got there?" I ask.

"It looks like a letter from the princesses." She replied, closely inspecting its seal. "Looks like it's from Princess Luna."

Taking the scroll from her, I inspect the dark navy blue seal and gently remove it without breaking it and open it to review its contents.

"What does it say?" Selene asks.

"They're requesting my presence as soon as possible. It doesn't seem urgent, however."

"Sounds important though." She pointed out.

"Well, no better time than the present," I said. "Hold onto my shoulder please."

She did and I grabbed the seal firmly gripped in both hands and break it over my thumbs. What happened can be best described as a makeshift teleport. The seal contained the specific type of magic that causes teleportation and can, when broken, transport up to three beings at one time. But only if it had that type of magic.

In an instant, we found ourselves in the throne room of Canterlot Castle, Celestia and Luna both present with the large room being empty otherwise. Once they were aware of our arrival, they gained a look of happiness and pride. Striding towards us, the two matriarchs pulled me into a tight hug and let go after a few moments.

"We are glad you are alive and well Fen," Celestia said. "You had Luna worried."

"I will assume Twilight told you what happened at the Crystal Empire," I said.

"Indeed. What you did is far beyond anything any of us expected of you." Luna stated. "You singlehandedly took down a very powerful dark magic-user. A feat not many can say they pulled off."

"I got my ass beat is what happened. Sombra was barely trying." I started. "I was at death's door at the end. I was only able to beat him because he was distracted. Though he deserved it, it was dishonourable."

"I'm sorry you feel that way," Celestia said after a moment of silence. "But Twilight and her friends wouldn't have succeeded if not for you."

"I have a feeling this wasn't why you called me here," I said, quickly changing the subject.

Celestia noticed this and briefly gave me a look, but quickly disregarded this and moved on.

"Unfortunately no." She said. "There is a...matter that we think may involve you."

Indicating for us to follow, we obeyed her request and followed her to a rather unassuming room. Stepping inside, we were greeted by what appeared to be a cosy study, a large rectangular table in the middle accompanied by an open fireplace. Standing at one side of the table, Luna pulled out a very old and worn scroll, an odd dialect written on its surface, spread it across the table and spoke first.

"Thousands of years ago, Starswirl the Bearded made what he believed to be a prediction of the future. However at that time in his life, he was old and was beginning to become mentally unwell, so we didn't pay much attention to it, but kept it in the castle archives for safekeeping."

"As the years passed by, we had mostly forgotten about it. That was until the arrival of you and your family." Celestia continued. "We thought nothing of it and went about our daily lives, but decided to keep an eye out just in case. But with the happenings of recent events, we are unable to ignore the similarities and now can't just put it to being 'just coincidence'."

"What did this 'prediction' read?" I ask slowly, unsure of how to take this new information.

Looking down, Luna went over the text, seemingly familiar with the language therein and quickly translated it.

"When the tyrant king falls, another shall take his place.
When the dark sun rises, the immovable helm's shall pull him down.
And only by the Creed's abetment, shall the darkness crumble once more."

"Of course it's a fucking prophecy," I said.

Stepping back, I breathe slowly, rubbing the back of my neck as I try to process the words fed to me. 'Tyrant king'? 'Immovable helm's'? This wasn't just the ramblings of an ageing man going senile. There was no possible way. Thinking back to the second line, I couldn't get the words 'Immovable helm's' out of my head, and I soon came to a sudden realization.

"There's only one of me left," I whisper, gaining a look from all present. "'Immovable helm's' suggest more than one individual. I'm the only one still alive."

"I know this is all very sudden and it is a lot to take in Fendral," Celestia said. "But we saw no other choice and we needed to show you this. If purely to prepare you for anything that may come."

"And we are aware of your...familial situation." Luna started. "But if I may give a rather bold suggestion?"

"How bold?"

Taking a deep breath, she stared me directly in the eyes, whether she knew it or not, and issued her idea.

"You train others to be Mandalorian."

Her words took a moment to register in my brain, which subsequently went into a full-on reboot before processing the words fully and properly. To say I was surprised she suggested the idea, would be an understatement.

"That is a bold idea," I said, breaking the apparent silence that overtook the room. "I would be more than happy to do it. Spreading my religion? Absolutely. But I'm afraid others may not share my enthusiasm."

"I would."

Turning quickly on my heels and facing behind me, I see Selene sitting on a chair, still eating her popcorn, absolute determination plastered on her face.

"I would." She repeated, making sure we all understood her this time.

And now, I was more than just surprised, I was astounded. First Sombra, then the life debt, then a fucking prophecy and now the one I saved was willing to become Mandalorian. All of this was happening so quickly, I found myself becoming overwhelmed and started feeling around for a seat so I could sit down and calm my stressed-out nerves.

"Are you alright?" Luna asked, worry plastered on her face, her hand placed softly on my shoulder with Celestia sharing the same look.

"Y-yea. Just...just a bit overwhelmed is all." I replied. "Just give me a minute to process all of this."

After a few moments, I look over to Selene with my own determination.

"If you want to be Mandalorian, there are things you need to know, but here isn't the right place to do so," I said, standing from the chair I sat on. "I will go over them with you when we're home."

Looking back to the table, I saw Luna had already put the scroll away and was leaning against the table, a happy smile on her muzzle.

"Now with a complete one-eighty, that wasn't all we called you here for." She said. "Of course, we had shown our gratitude prior, but a quick thank you just isn't enough for saving a literal Empire."

"So we brainstormed for ideas for a gift best suited for you," Celestia said. "And we came up with this."

She reached down under the table and pulled out a long, leather-wrapped object and placed it on the table. Pulling at the silk string tying it closed, she delicately removed the wrappings and revealed the gift.

It was a sword. The flat-backed, curved blade shone from the soft light coming from the fireplace. Elegant words I did not recognise swirled up the blade on both sides before stopping halfway up the blade from the single curved hilt. All held on a solid wooden ovoid handle, the pommel coming forward slightly with a small sharp stud protruding from the bottom.

"I...ori'vor'e," I said, speechless.

"What?" I hear Selene ask.

"He said 'thank you," Luna replied.

"We can't thank you enough for what you've done," Celestia said. "But this is a start."

"This is more than enough," I reply, picking the blade up and admiring its beauty.

"We do tend to forget your love for weapons," Luna said light-heartedly. "But there is, of course, your real payment."

Reaching under the table, she picked up a very large bag, the contents of which jingled loudly as she placed it on the table. I leaned over and grabbed the bag, bouncing it in my hand before a wide smile crossed my face and I placed it in my hoodie pocket.

"Thank you," I said.

"Anything for a dear friend," Celestia replied. "But we won't keep you any longer. If you don't have any questions, we can teleport you and Selene back."

"I have many questions, but I doubt you'll be able to answer most of them," I said, Selene coming to my side, knowing what I was going to say. "So I won't waste any more of your time."

Nodding, her horn glowed with her golden yellow magic and with a pop and flash of light, we were back in my home in the blink of an eye. Looking to Selene, determination filling my being as I walked to the kitchen.

"You realize that the path to be a Mandalorian is going to be a long and hard journey, don't you?" I ask, filling a kettle and putting it on my stovetop.

"I will do what it takes." She said putting down the now empty bag of popcorn.

Nodding, I began to formulate a training regime to get her started on what is going to be a long and hard-fought journey. But there was one thing that needed to be done. One thing that would truly start this. I knew what I had to do.

Lifting the kettle off the hot stove surface, I walked towards my storage room. Once inside, I punched in a passcode into a control panel on one of the walls. My gun rack rattled slightly before moving up and back, moving out the way for another. This one of much greater significance.

Stepping forward, I gently pick up one of the three helmets situated on the magnetised mannequin heads and immediately recognised its maroon and teal colours. The colours of one of my family. Bringing the helm to my forehead, I close my eyes to fight back the oncoming sorrow and whisper four simple words.

"This is the way."

Author's Note

Yea this was more of a filler and was really used to just further the plot
If your wondering about the sword, It's orcrist from the hobbit
Hope you enjoyed it anyway
please point out any mistakes I may have made
constructive criticism is always appreciated
until next time, TTFN!

Edit: just a few changes and additions