Adventures in Equestria.

The rest of the day after the visit of Sol and Luna passed. Nothing happened, I was alone but free to move. I stretch, laid down, and as I felt better I attempted some push-ups, It was a dismal attempt, the porridge they fed me, and the lack of movement the last few days had ruined my strength. For the first time since being in my cell, I laid flat and contemplated sleep.

Sleep has not been an easy task. Hard crystal is bad and so is the cold but let’s not forget the constant pressure of someone trying to break into my mind. It gets exhausting trying to stay awake because you will lose the fight. It is the reality of being human, sleep is necessary. I’ll state this again sleep is necessary. Instead of fighting, I opted for the second, plan it out, and sleep just enough to not go insane. Now that is also a relative term. Being locked in a cell for n number of days gets to you. What was real? Is McDonald’s the clown fast food restaurant? Who is the President of the USA? What time of year is it? All fade to nothing. The literal dehumanization gets to you. Yes, I am human. But am I me anymore? I have a beard, I am normally clean-shaven and well kept to a high standard. Cadre and more importantly SFC wouldn’t tolerate any other way. But no here I am with hair over my eyes that is matted and tangled. I look like some human ape, this isn’t helped I’m sure by my smell. I grew used to my own stench quickly but I’m sure it still can curdle milk

More importantly, I’m not sure I’m speaking English anymore. All I ever hear is neighing and whining. I could just be making gurgling sounds. I don’t know. So much is in my head anymore. No wonder isolation is considered cruel and unusual punishment back in the states.

Back on the subject at hand sleep. Sleep is an interesting period cause I do interact with people. Well more appropriately what my mind projects to be people. It is a trick that I appreciate immensely. I might dream of my home with my family, or maybe of the local game shop and my pals and I playing board games or matches. Then I might dream of physics class. The professor going on about some silly equation having to do with oscillating bodies connected and the total energy-related between the two. This all helps keep my sanity. Listening to other people talk is a godsend and having them listen in return is even better. It is something I took for granted. I didn’t realize how much I actually communicated to people before this.

I talked to a few people in a day but even they made my day. Listening to music or videos as I did work. Oh how I miss that, the sounds of gameplay or laughter that was contagious. Music that made me bob my head and really made me jam.

However, there is still the problem of the constant pressure of someone or something on my mind. The night following the visit from Sol and Luna the pressure and the nausea grew worse and worse. That is until it finally came to a head and split my fucking mind in two. Imagine your soul, idea of being, life force being a bubble. Then imagine a railroad spike slamming into it without popping it but still penetrating to its core. This is the best analogy I can give or the worst hangover known to mankind? To be honest I haven’t had any alcohol in forever so my memory is a bit scrambled. Regardless Luna burst into my little mind. Now she looked all pleased with herself at this result as I lay on the ground in my own mind. Pain pulsating around and through me, this caused an interesting side effect of changing the terrain from one of tranquil peace to a grey and muddy field.

Luna quickly flew down to where I lay shaking in pain and reached out. She might have had some idea of comforting me or torturing me more. I do not know because at her touch I recoiled and cursed her name. Seeing the person who put me through so much pain and knowing it was my dream gave me satisfaction. I realized I had to act and I was in control here unlike reality. At first, I didn’t think too much and pulled an M4 in my hands and just started to unload. The rounds pinged and penetrated her form and continued through her. She zoomed from me into cover that materialized out of the shadows. I upped said gun to a Browning 50 cal and started walking backward. Quick side note I love Browning, this man was a genius of firepower, he created death. Now, this is an absolutely ridiculous concept of me walking back with a Browning, I am in no shape to fire a goddamn 50 cal. in real life. I’m not sure it can be done sustainably, to be honest for anyone but this was my dream and my head. As the rounds bounced off her cover it began to chip.

As it crumbled she let out a powerful magic blast at me, I took it in the chest and flew backwards. As I landed with a thud a burning crater in my chest I brought up a Carl Gustav and fired. The rocket launcher, technically a recoilless rifle but anyhow was meant to destroy armored fighting vehicles and hard objects. But damn pegacorn Luna bounced the thing. I literally mean bounced. It hit her dead in the chest and it just flew off to the side and blew up.

Luna looked angry but I didn’t care. She had broken into my mind and imprisoned me. I summoned allies. For some reason, I expected ww1 Americans maybe ww2 or even a nice Napoleonic field line. Nope, what I got was a skeleton company with guns and weapons from every setting I’d ever seen. I saw Pelicans flying beside P-51 Mustangs and Arc-170s. From the ground came Russes with bolters blazing, a god damn Bolo came too. Infantry clawed from the ground. Skeletons with mobile infantry suits jumped and lept spraying fire and rounds galore into her. Hordes armed with daedric swords and blessed halberds charged. It was pretty beautiful as this happened many came with shovels and pickaxes and began to erect field fortifications for machine gun emplacements and direct fire artillery guns. Some even set up AA guns and shield generators. I was there with each skeleton soldier, firing their weapon, charging, building, doing whatever they did. I could sense it all, I could see and hear what they did, each one of them an extension of my mind.

This though put a huge strain on my mind, taking in all these details left me unable to fight directly. I moved tens of men at a time, charging, hacking, slashing, firing, and burning what I could. When anyone fell my control on the others grew and whenever I summoned more my control weakened. I was being a god damn necromancer with a hivemind.

Luna though took it all, she bled but she absorbed more than anything ever should. Entire missile salvos would detonate and she’d take the energy and fire it back at a tank. Skeletons would pile on her and she’d burst from them flying and lazing aircraft. More than one jet crashed into one another. Before long the quiet plan of my mind was a waging war zone against this one beast. At one point a 30 foot Winnie the Pooh exploded as it tried to drown Luna in a jar of honey. Nothing stopped Luna, she tore everything asunder. Her god damn mane never even looked damaged, still blowing in the wind, perfectly blue and shining as it was at the start. The only change in the entire pegacorn was an expression of joy and anger. This battlefield she enjoyed, she reveled in it like a demon of slaughter. She smiled as she ground my hordes to dust.

My body was carried away into a bunker that had just been built when an idea hit me. I couldn’t win this fight, I wasn’t going to lose either but I couldn’t take a stalemate against someone like her. I was human, I was better than her at war. While I may be young, humans have fought war upon war. In fact, we have fought so many they have blurred together for most of mankind's history. Each one we invented new methods of killing each other and new ways to extend the slaughter. I was not going to lose to this fucking pegacorn.

So I took the offensive, I summoned a section of my skeletons with the best weapons I could give them and had them make their way to the breach. As they passed through my mind gave another shudder. I could still sense them and feel them but the images were blurrier and I had to focus harder on them than I did my other minions in my brain to control them.

As they progressed I became more and more aware of what lay beyond the gap in my mind. There were portals and doors into thousands of other creatures' heads. As the section beyond moved, I had to focus more and more on them. In response, in my mind’s plain, I was down to no more than 5 warriors. The concentration of the section beyond had taxed me too heavily to control the horde within and raise new warriors.

It was with this that I sent one or two into some doors and raised hell. Flame throwers, machine guns, explosives were all at this section’s disposal. I destroyed whatever dream those ponies or other beasts dreamt of and pulled back. I sent them door after door, burning, and killing. It was with this that Luna finally broke from the last minions of my mind. She let out a call, "Curse you, I shall be back for my vengeance!" as she burst from my minions. She flew through the breach hopefully to hunt my raiding party. As she left though I caught a glimpse from one of my skeletons of her face. It was one of absolute wrath and pain. It was sweet to see the tormentor of my days being tormented in my dream.

As she passed out of my bubble I shuttered the pain finally letting up the spike withdrawn at last. Had she spoken English or was I just going insane? Regardless, the gaping hole remained and had to be dealt with. I sent my last minions to erect defenses that would make Troy look like a sandcastle. This was easy after all the impossible is possible in my mind.

Beyond the breach, I continued on my dark mission of destroying the dreams of others. Whenever Luna approached I sent one or two of my minions to hide as the rest of the group held her back. Each fight was short-lived the skeletons while armed to the teeth were no match. They were systematically cut down and ground to nothingness. Every time one died a dull jab of pain in my eyes as their own sight faded. By the end, I was down to 4 skeletons beyond all hidden in shadows and crevices of other creatures' minds.

It was with this that I was awakened. As I lay there on the floor Sol stood, her entire body towering over me. An expression of pure hatred etched on her face.