5 years before the show

The sun is high in the sky as the frozen north’s unforgiving winds howled angrily seemly of the conflict below. Said conflict in of it self is a odd one for how many times though out history can someone clam to have seen a group of pony’s, a ,oddly dark, griffin and a thestral fighting back to back against beast made of ice?

“SHSHShshshshwwwaaaa-“ ‘slink’ the screech of the ice best is cut short as an axe comes down upon its head the body immediately goes slack in response to the fatal injury.

“Yeah, yeah whatever you say buddy” the killer answered with a disinterested tone before wrapping his axe in a soft dark blue light wrenching it out of the freshly made corpse. The (now revealed unicorn) turned to face his next opponent……

Only to be face with no one.

“ Hay old flank ease up will ya?” a young cheerful voice call out from our friendly killer’s left. In response to the voice the pony before us just sighed and turned to face a young mare dressed in a cool blue breastplate wearing an easy-going ,fanged, smile.

“Gaze break this was meant to be a training exercise” our still unnamed unicorn stated before pointing at one of the ice beast. “These were not part of the exercise. These new bloods where not meat to face anything out there but a tongue lashing here and there.”

Gaze break’s smile never left her muzzle said cheerfully “oh well trial by fire and all that sir, or eh trial by ice in this case I guess”

Just before the unicorn seemly in charge could answer a loud “yelp!” drew there attention toward were the griffin was yanking at a clearly injured armoured pony’s front hoof. After sparing a quick glance at each other Gaze turned to other pony’s and starting to round them up while the axe wielding pony walked over to the griffin and complaining pony. As he got closer there arguing became clearer.

“Hold still you fool so I can do my job!”

“Your job!? Since when was it ‘I’m stuck with pony’s wo is me’ job to put his beak in other pony’s businesses!”

“You’re boss is paying me to make sure as many as you waste of supplies survive as possible!”

“’Waste of supplies’!? says the useless bird brain fea-!”

“Quite the both of you!”

Dull ‘clicks’ could be heard with how quick both the pony and griffin mouths slammed shut in response to the commander’s shout. No word’s were needed to show the commander’s displeasure at the two In front of him witch were being pined in place by an intense glare. A glare so intense none of the three present notice the unusually dark ice under the commander’s hooves.

“Now what in Celesta's sweet, sweet flanks has got you to trying to tear each other apart for? Hmm?” the commander could hear their response the ice he was standing upon burst and out came one of the ice beast screeching. Before all others could do was watch as one of the beast arms shifted into a blade of ice and buried it in there commander’s chest.

“Forelink!!”

----------------------------------------with the actual main character-----------------------------------------------------

Two pony’s sat across from each other in a simple room ,with the wall on the right being most window, one was a mare the other a stallion. The mare was a earth pony and clearly an old thing as clearly shown by her greying main, that stood out against her soft creamy coat, the only article of clothing she wear is a pair of gold trim glasses and a withe collar with green frills. Her cutie mark is a scroll wrapped in blue silk. The stallion in contrast was a Pegasus and is much younger with a dark blue coat that spread to his wings that (as well as most of his main except a few long streaks of light blue) oddly enough ended with light pink feathers. He was wearing simple white saddle bag. His cutie mark was a burnt, black ,bladed sword driven into the middle of a campfire.

Both sat quietly in the room with the mare looking over same paper work lade out on the table separating them while the stallion seem perfectly fine with letting his eyes wonder over everything in the room. Not even the clock hanging over the only door in the room, seemed will to break the silence or maybe it was just broken who knows? I don’t. Till finally the mare cleared her throat and raised her eyes to met the stallions and smiled.

“well Mr Ace first and foremost I must apologise for being unable to make it to your ah ‘pinkie pie welcome to Ponyville party’ and secondly how are you and misses finding Ponyville so far? Acceptable I hope”

‘Mr Ace’ just returned the smile with a slight chuckle “please call me silver mayor mare. Mr makes me feel old and it’s fine you’re a very busy woman oh and to answer your question me and breeze are loving so far with just how……peaceful this place is especially with what’s on the way.”

Mayor mare face contorted into confusion at Silvers words before her eye widened in both realisation and surprise.

“Miss breeze is…? How far along is she?”

“10 months and 12 days”

“That far? Well I guess we’ll be having three new residences!”

“Heehee I guess so major mare I guess so.” Silver said mirth dancing on his voice a large, soft smile playing at his lips before settling on to a more business like look.

“But enough about that I did come here for a bit more then just that Miss mayor”

After a quick few blinks (and a sneaky glance at the paperwork) mayor mare was swiftly reminded why Silver had come into her office in the first place. “Ah yes right that. Well Silver I don’t really see a problem with opening a blacksmith although the whole process will take a lot of time” with a slight pause the mayor looks over her glasses at Silver and adds “and a lot of bits.”

In response to this Silver only hummed before turning to the side and rummaging though his saddle bag. When he next turned to face Mayor mare he had a large bag of bits and set it down on the table. “This should be enough for a beginning payment yes?”

After a quick count of the bits Mayor mare gives a node of her head.

Silver smiles and states “right now then lets iron everything out……”

------------------------------------------------------------7 hours later---------------------------------------------------------

A soft click of a door closing echoed in the small house Silver now called home. Said stallion was now leaning heavily against the front door of his all most empty home. It speaks of how tired the normally ‘very aware of his surrounds’ stallion that he didn’t hear the hoof-steps sound though out the house till there owner was standing above him.

“Sliver? You all right dear?” asked a soft, sleepy voice

Sliver looked up at the very familiar mare before him. He blinked groggily before he stood up and hugged the mare with a small smile on his face. “Hay drawn breeze ho-yawn-how’s my favourite mare?”

Giggling the mare simple lead Silver down the small hallway and though a door on the right that held there bedroom. “My day was fine dear. Spent some time with the neighbours and the cakes today’ there’s a pause as both husband and wife undress and slide into bed “and got to know those flower pony’s down the street. So a pretty ,simple ,calm day how about you?”

“no mu-yawn- ch on my end neither unless you count spending 7 hours talking nothing but bits, and layouts exciting”

With another giggle Drawn reach’s over with a wing and turns of their light’s “night dear”

“N’ht Hun~”

Author's Note

well this is my first story so go easy on me but not to easy please.
oh and don't expect consonant or consistent .

and just a head's up the main six will be a by the ear thing. some show up some don't.