Equestrian at Heart

Driving his motorcycle, Arthur headed to his first day of internship at the hospital. He was about an hour earlier than he was supposed to. One could say that he had a bit of a habit of arriving on time, if not earlier. As his father used to say, "If you're not going to bother to arrive on time, don't waste other people's time." That saying would be up there with, "If you're going to do something half-heartedly, don't bother trying."

Typical father with his words of wisdom, the mother should be just as predictable. Protective and caring. Arthur had a sister along with a few friends to go along with his family, you got the basic life of an average person. Of course, he had pushed a bit on academics to get to where he was in detriments of some other things, you can't expect everyone to be perfect, right?

At any rate, his little habit seemed to cut him short as he suddenly found himself in a bit of a predicament. Soon after parking his motorcycle, Arthur was surprised by a hooded figure holding him at gunpoint. In these situations, one usually gets robbed of their possessions. However, in this case, Arthur was led to a back alley where the robber gave him something strange.

"Hold this and don't move. If you move, I'll find you, and I will shoot you," The robber said while handing Arthur a sword after he unwrapped it from its package.

Why is he carrying this thing around?! Arthur mused while holding the sword tightly. The thug walked away from him while pointing the gun at Arthur. It looks like a longsword. Did this guy steal from a convention or something? Arthur pondered while standing like a statue even as the criminal disappeared from his sight.

He waited, and waited for about twenty minutes. After that time, Arthur saw the criminal run back with the gun pointed at Arthur. Staring at Arthur with a neutral expression, the Thug walked closer to him. His neutral expression turning into a wicked smile as he approached them.

"Not bad. You didn't melt. Well, hold on to that thing, will you? You're gonna need it," The thug said before shoving the gun on Arthur's chest and pulling the trigger.

A throbbing headache and a considerable feeling of nausea made Arthur roll to the side and spit some blood that was quick to turn into a black puddle. He continued to throw up until a bullet came out. Feeling his body grow weaker, Arthur collapsed on top of the puddle before passing out once more.

"Princess, it would seem the prisoner has awakened. However, he threw up some type of black substance a few times, and this before collapsing," The captain of the guard, Silver Hoof, said while handing a strange metal object to Celestia.

"It looks like a blunt arrowhead. A small arrow at that. Maybe it is a bolt from a crossbow?" Celestia mused while staring at the projectile. "Have you ever seen anything like it, Captain?"

"I can't say I have, Your Highness. Then again, no one has managed to breach the castle's wards with a teleportation spell. Or whatever that gate thing was," The captain huffed while tapping her hoof rhythmically against the floor.

She seems rather offended by the trespasser's feat. Well, she has increased the security ten-fold after that incident. I can't tell if it is paranoia or something else. Celestia mused while inspecting the projectile more closely.

The entire scenario was weird. An unidentified creature appeared through a strange portal in the middle of her hallways while bearing arms. Even if it did collapse immediately after landing, the fact something had managed to break through the castle's defenses was worrying enough in itself. A big event would arrive in seven years, and Celestia couldn't allow any hiccups before then.

"Once the creature is awake, bring it to me. Also, have you identified its name?" Celestia asked while handing the bullet to the captain.

"We are still searching through the creature's possessions. And, as you wish, Your Majesty," Silver said before walking away.

I better get some answers before deciding its fate. Celestia concluded while using her magic to bring forth the weapon the creature had in its hands.

Waking up due to a rumbling stomach, Arthur slowly opened up his eyes. Stone floors, chains on the walls, a wooden bed without a mattress, and a bucket reeking of piss.

Hello, medieval prison. I died and went into a medieval prison. Yep, that is completely normal. Arthur mused while getting up and rubbing his chest. Wait. I feel the pain in my chest. Therefore, I am awake and alive. But, where is the bullet hole? And, no scar? What is going on here? He pondered while analyzing his chest and clothes.

My wallet, bag, cellphone, and ID are gone. Prison plus confiscated items, means I must have caused some sort of trouble with my arrival. Whatever the case, keep calm and explain yourself. So, long as they speak the same language, you can probably talk your way out of this. Just, tell the truth. Yeah. Tell them that you were shot and died. My god, I am so very fucked.

After reaching that conclusion, Arthur heard the sound of steps above him. Metal shoes seemed to be hitting the stone ground as they approached him. The holding cells were fairly lit and there were no other prisoners, meaning, that those steps were probably meant for him. Taking a seat on the bed, Arthur waited with his hands in full view. His objective at that point was simple and straightforward.

Survive.

And this is where my narration ends. He will be the one to tell the tale of his life. My duty is done, and I'm sure he didn't feel the shot as much as he claims he felt. Then again, it was probably the first time he got shot, therefore, it might have been the worst pain he had felt in his life.