A Roegadyn in Equestria

A Roegadyn in Equestria.

Chapter 17: No Dropped Apples.

*Point of view: Brex Mith*
*Location: Everfree Woods*
*Time: 9:47 in the morning*

Brex found himself standing next to a large tree at the very edge of the forest. Looking ahead, he could see a small town just a stone throw from what many, would call the most dangerous place in all of Equestria. Off in the distance to the north west was the mountain where the city of Canterlot sat on.

Taking a good long look, Brex thought, “Well I guess they really did build the whole thing on the mountain to begin with. Here I thought they only had the castle there and the rest of the city was going to be at the base of the mountain. Seriously! Even with some good construction and help from magic, that was just plain stupid on the Princesses part. What would happen if some one was able to sever that place from the hillside? It would be a full body count of the citizens that didn’t get out beforehand.”

Tearing himself away from the eye sore, Brex returned his attention back to the town. He could see some of the residences flying around. A few of them seemed to be moving some clouds above some of the buildings. Speaking of the buildings, those were so colorful. He knew that they could resemble the show, but to this extent, still baffled his mind as to how these ponies could handle the near blinding colors.

From his position, there was the towns, tree library on the far side. Brex wanted to take notes on what the lay out was at this time period and attempted to see if any of the iconic buildings were around yet after seeing the future home of Twilight Sparkle. There was no sign of what he considered the eyesore known as, Carousel boutique. Then he spotted the candy lovers dream home, Sugar Cube Corner. Brex had to resist the urge to get to that building and try to take a bite out of the side to see if it really was made of food. Thankfully he managed to push those thoughts out of his head.

Knowing full well that this world wouldn’t follow everything from the show, Brex began to use one of his new skills from the horn he had received from the other side. Closing his eyes, the Roegadyn felt that he was tapping into the character called, Souei. There was a stinging sensation that started in his forehead, almost immediately. Quickly realizing what was happening, Brex concentrated his mind to keep the white curved horn from growing from his skull. The pain soon subsided after some considerable effort.

He started to think to himself, “How does that always slip my mind that whenever I use that guy’s powers, that horn tries to come out? Oh well, It’s just for now. Don’t want these ponies to know I have a horn, then they would assume that I could cast magic. It would be best to let them believe I can’t for the time being.” Rory spoke up with, “Oh Master~ I know you already mentioned the horn but I think it looks rather nice on you. Gives you a more rugged look.”

Shaking his head at how Rory seems to have already become enamored with the newly acquired head ornament. The Roegadyn continues with tapping into the stealth skills. With the use of shadow movement, Brex melds into the shadow of the tree next to him and enters the realm of shadows. In this realm, the world is shrouded in a darker version of the real world. The other difference is the fact that he can see everything going on but the people of the other side can’t see him.

Brex runs out of the woods and into the town. Passing by the stalls selling their goods, he spots one selling apples. The one manning the stall was a rather large stallion that Brex could have mistaken for Big Mac if it wasn’t for the color of the hair and mane being off. His hair was a very light brown and a red mane and green eyes. He was wearing a light brown flannel shirt and dark blue jeans. There was even that Stetson hat that Applejack would always wear in the show. Thinking on what he was selling and with how the male looked, he came to the conclusion that this was her father, Bright Mac.

Still in the shadow realm, Brex watched the guy standing there while selling apples to anyone that would come up to the stall. Wanting to be sure that this was the guy, he focused in the individual and triggered the one skill that the main character of Final Fantasy 14 possessed. It was known as the Echo. During the story line, it was explained to be a type of sight that allowed the warrior of light to look into a person’s past and experience a moment their life from a third persons point of view. This made it possible for the holder of the Echo to understand that person’s feelings. Brex wanted to know, just what type of guy this Bright Mac really was before he continued with his plan.

Thankfully, during his time training with Little Light, Brex had been able to use the Echo on command now. His vision quickly faded and he soon found himself standing in a dimly lit room. Off to the side he noticed a bed with a white sheet covering the lower part of another person that was resting. Beside the bed was Bright Mac sitting on a chair and leaning over and kissing the one resting. It was a mare with a caramel mane with teal-colored eyes. She was holding in her arms a cloth bundle. Stepping closer, he could see the face of a baby with nearly yellow hair and a red mane, just like her father. The girl’s eyes were still closed so he couldn't check to see the color but Brex knew that this was Apple bloom.

Brex could feel the full brunt of Bright Mac’s emotions while in this state. The sense of overwhelming pride and happiness nearly broke the connection he needed for the Echo to continue. A second later two others came into the room and Brex could tell right away that these two are, Big Mac and Granny Smith. The kid was almost a spitting image of his dad. Aside from his hair being red and the mane is slightly darker than his mothers, as for the eyes, they were the same as Bright Mac. He was wearing a flannel shirt and a lighter shade of blue jeans.

As for Granny Smith, well she was exactly the same as in the show. Well, with a few less wrinkles and she had on more than just that top that was always worn in the show. Still as gray as ever. She was a light shade of green with orange eyes.

Shortly after there was one more that entered the room. This one was a mare wearing a working, button up shirt and a pair of shorts that showed some muddy patches near the sides. Brex nearly chuckled seeing that even as a young girl, Applejack was a hard worker.

He watched them looking at the newest addition to their family for the course of a few minutes. He got to hear them calling one another by their names and surmised that this was shortly after Apple blooms birth. Every member of this family seemed like the perfect picture of what a happy home should be like. But this had to come to an end as Brex felt the connection losing its strength. He blinked and found himself standing a few yards from the apple stall with the stallion in question still there while making another sell.

After watching Bright Mac continuing to sell bushels of apples for another few minutes. He turned towards the clock tower and made his way over and scaled the building. He crouched in the bell tower and exited the shadow realm by coming out of the large bells shadow. From there he surveyed the town from a higher vantage point while staying out of view of both the ones on the ground and any flying Pegasus.

When it got close to three in the afternoon. He caught sight of a small girl rushing towards the road that had the stalls lined up in and stopped in front of the one manned by Bright Mac. Squinting his eyes, Brex used the examination function on the girl and a window appeared with a standing image of the girl. It displayed her name, level, class and items equipped. It showed it to be a young Applejack. The girl having a back pack equipped indicated that she had just come from school and came to meet up with her dad. She had her hair all done up in a braid just like in the show. Although it had nearly thrown him off with not seeing her in that trademarked Stetson hat.

Watching them packing up their goods. Brex climbed down the tower after slipping back into the shadow realm with the use of Shadow Movement. He followed them as they left the town and down a dirt road leading away from the still busy townsfolk. It had taken them nearly 20 minutes for the two to reach a large wooden arch with the words, Sweet Apple Acres, written in large letters.

Looking beyond in the distance, the sight of rows upon rows of hundreds, if not thousands of apple trees blanketed the place. Brex had to hold back a whistle. But Rory on the other hand didn’t have to do that. letting one of her own out at the sight. She said, “Now that’s a lot of apples!” Brex could only nod at that line.

Soon the pair of ponies went into the barn and came out several minutes later and went into the house. Brex wanted to take a closer look but felt that would be going too far. Instead, he fixed his gaze onto the apple trees and went into the orchard. He spent a good hour wondering around to see just how big this place really was. During that time the Roegadyn was thoroughly impressed. Brex didn’t know why but when ever he thought of how farmers worked so hard to made what the mass’s needed, he felt that they needed to be held up higher than even any noble should. They put in so much work.

The Roegadyn stayed in and out of the property for the next few days. During this time, he would venture into the town to see what was the latest news being talked about. Also, there was the library for the books that have been written within the last 900 years. Sure, they weren’t all top secret and full of forbidden spells like back at the castle but what else was he to do until the appointed event to occur.

Just to make sure that he didn’t miss anything, the Roegadyn had used another skill that belonged to the person the horn came from. It was called Body Double. Just as the name implied, it created an exact copy of Brex and it was left at the farm to keep an eye on what happened there. This was similar to something from the anime called, Naruto and its Shadow Clones. But these didn’t go poof when they got hit. Also, there was the information being sent back to the original, these are able to use a skill called Mental communication. This meant that Brex could be told anything at any time so they didn’t need to go poof for him to be notified of anything new. Brex could only make up to three for now but Little Light told him that with practice, he could make far more in the future.

When it became the fifth day, Brex was back in the library. He had been dodging the current librarian every time he had come in and this day was nothing new. He had just spotted a new book that he had yet to read when he got a message from his double. The event that he had been waiting for was starting right now. Making sure that he couldn’t be seen, Brex used the evolved version of shadow movement, which was called, Spatial Travel. This allowed Brex to instantly disappear and reappear wherever he had been before.

Taking a short hop off from the ground, Brex fell into the floor by using his own shadow. Back in Sweet Apple Acres, he appeared out of the ground. Quickly, he looked around to see what was happening.

He noticed that he was on the part of the property that was closer to the Everfree. There was a girls scream that rang out and Brex found himself running at full speed in its direction. Muttering to himself, “I hope I’m not too late. Please don’t let me be too late. If anything, let me change this part of the story.”

Looking up to the top right corner of his vision, his mini map showed a group of dots showing up at the edge of its range. He then used the Situational Awareness from Rory to get a better feel for what was going on. In an instant he could tell just what the situation was. This was happening near that tree house that Applejack played in before the Cutie Mark Crusaders turned it into their clubhouse in the show. There were two adult sized ponies. He could also sense another two but one was much smaller. With eyes going wide, Brex cursed under his breath. “Dam it all. Don’t tell me that Applejack was going to see her parents die right in front of her as a child? No not happening! Not this time!”

Turning his attention to the others along with the Apple family, he could see a pack of 19 Timber Wolves. This confused Brex as to why there was so many. Before when he spent time in the woods, they never when over 12 at most. Normally it would be roughly six or seven in a pack. Right now, they seemed to be separated in groups of three or four while surrounding the family.

( This is the warrior gear and Soul Stone for the class.)

Brex was only 30 seconds away at his current speed. So, with a thought, he switched over to his Warrior Soul Stone. His body was covered in millions of streaks of light that covered his form, it soon burst away to reveal him wearing the level 50 Warrior gear with the face cover down to both protect his face from getting hurt and to prevent his identity of being discovered. This all took place within a split second. Again, he was grateful for not having the drawn-out Sailor moon transformation scene for this. A shiver ran across his back at that image.

He was now only 20 seconds away. Brex new that he needed to get the wolves attention and fast, otherwise this was not going to turn out well for that family. He activated the Defiance passive that makes it so he would generate way more threat from the enemy. This meant that he could gain the wolves attention far more easily and they would be less likely to go after anyone else.

When the now, warrior Roegadyn had got to the 5 second marker, he could see that the four ponies were huddled together and surrounded by a ring of Timber Wolves. This made Brex smirk under his metal mask. He thought, “Oh now this makes things much more accommodating.

*Point of view: Applejack*

Applejack was only a short time ago, out here with her mother and father to fix up that tree house of hers that had some repair work to do from the last winter doing a number on it. Her big brother Big Mac had just arrived with some lumber when they were attacked by a large pack of Timber Wolves. The fight had lasted well over 8 minutes with her mother staying by her side just incase any of the wolves ever got past Bright Mac and Big Mac.

Applejack knew that those two wouldn’t have any problems with handling those varmints, even with them being stallions. She was always told that the males are weaker by other ponies around town and in school, but she never had seen her father and brother to be that way at all. Sure, the other males back in town did seem like they couldn’t stand up right while in a light breeze but, they didn’t turn out well build like those two.

She had seen times when her brother helped out with selling apples in town to only be asked out almost every time. This would always happen when ever Big Mac would leave the farm. It had gotten to the point that she had even noticed that her brother would come up with some excuse to stay home to work out in the orchard.

This left her father to be the one to sell their apples. In fact, it was only him that did that now. Applejack had asked once about it and her mother answered with how father didn’t want either her or her mother, Pear Butter, to be pestered by the others in town about how the males of the Apple family would do the hard labor of working out in the fields. It was an almost an unspoken law that the males had to do really safe jobs or stay at home and manage the household. Because of this, her mother would come home at times in tears. Applejack knew about this even with the effort that her mother used to try to hide this from her.

But now she could see just how strong both her big brother and father were. While armed with nothing but planks of wood no longer than four feet in length. The two had fended off the wolves for this long. But with how those things would keep up with the assaults, she could see that their movements were getting sloppy along with the haggard breathing when ever they had been able to drive one off, but to only have its place taken by a new one while the last recovered from any damage they had taken.

At one-point Bright Mac had called to Pear Butter and said, we are needing to break their line so the kids could make a run for it. If we don’t, then we all are ganna get killed!” Applejack looked up to her mother and screamed, “Mamma, what’s Daddy saying? I’m not ganna be leavin yeah here to get ya self eatin.”

Her mother was about to say something to her, but was interrupted by one of the wolves charging past the pair of fighters and making a straight shot for the two mare’s. Noticing this, Pear Butter lets go of Applejack to get in the wolf’s path. Taking it on, the wolf and mare fall into Applejack and she is sent back a few feet and hits her head on the tree that was directly behind her. This knocks out applejack and causes her world to go black.

*Point of view: Third Person*

Bright Mac and Big Mac had just seen Pear Butter being tackled by one of the Timber Wolves and were about to make their way over to her but the wolves weren’t having that. Noticing their comrade had just made an opening, a small group had made their way to position themselves between the two stallions and mare’s

They started to growl and bark menacingly towards the ones with weapons while the others kept back and continued to incircle their pray. Pear Butter screamed as she was fending off the one attacking her by grabbing at its upper and lower jaws for dear life. The monster was dripping its disgusting sap from its maw onto the mare below. It was all she could do to keep it from clamping down on her face.

Back with the boys, their faces twisted with both anger and terror as they could do nothing more than to watch from a distance as they try again and again to get past the smaller group of four Timber Wolves. There was a series of howls being emitted by the rest of the pack. Bright Mac looked more visibly worried at the prospect of these beasts calling for even more. He had never even seen a pack this large in his life. Sure, there would be maybe three to five showing up in the orchard, but this was unheard-of.

Big Mac wanted to call out to his mother and sister but he had his hands full with just fending off attacks aimed at him with the piece of wood in his hands. He saw his father taking a mighty swing at the nearest wolf, but it only dodged it like it was nothing. Then the one in front of Big Mac lunged forward and bit down onto the improvised weapon in his hands and wrenched it away. It quickly looked towards the kid and it displayed its jaw strength by biting down and breaking it with a loud snap.

Now without a weapon, Big Mac had resorted to using only his legs. He had confidence in how strong his kicks could get from helping with bucking the apples. But still the stallion wasn’t some idiot. He wasn’t going to do something reckless, so he was now biding his time fore the perfect moment to strike back. He didn’t want to add to how bad this scene was already turning out to be. Still his mind would constantly snap back to his mother who was some how managing to fend off the one still looking over her.

He could still see that his little sister was on the ground and out cold from being thrown into it, just moments before. Big Mac wouldn’t have said it to her face but he didn’t think that she would have been of any help right now. If this had happened only a few more years later from now, he knew that she would have been able to take these varmints out without a lick of help with how talented she was. Being the big brother, he got to see that she would easily out do him, in and outside of the farm in no time at all. But for right now, he was glad she wasn’t doing anything reckless. Big Mac knew just how bullheaded his little sis could get.

Back with Bright Mac, he wasn’t doing much better. He had a least managed to keep his weapon from being taken away like the one his son had. It confused the stallion at how these wolves were acting this day. They never worked this well in a pack before. Timber wolves did work with one another, but with how they had moved to cut them from the mare’s, Bright Mac could have sworn that some one was making them do this. He wondered for just a second if this was some type of scheme by some business rival to get the Apple Family out of the way to buy up the farm. He did remember that one fella that had those two boys with him. Bright Mac couldn’t remember the father, but he did remember that the little boys were called, Flim and Flam.

Pear Butter had just let out another scream when the wolf had just tried to snap its jaws down onto the mare’s face. But yet again, the farm mare showed just how strong she could be. Bright Mac knew that it was only a matter of seconds at the most before his wife’s efforts would finally run out. He was about to just charge right towards her and the wolves before him when he heard the sound of something whizzing through the air.

He could hardly tell what it was as it flew through the air and towards the timber wolf that was attacking his wife. Before he can even register what happened the wolf had been utterly destroyed as the object passed by behind it. All that was left was the head section that pear butter was still holding. Without the rest of the body, the head quickly lost all life as the eyes grew dim until there was nothing left of those once green orbs.

That was not the end of it of course as the object made a large arc as it returned. This time on its return path it struck into the pack of wolves that divided the two sets of ponies. Without so much as slowing down or showing any signs of resistance the object’ caused the pack to practically explode as it continued back towards the tree line that it had originated from. All that remained from its once previously made travel was nothing but scattered twigs and branches.

The pack of Timberwolves now seeing what had been done to their comrades all stopped what they were doing and turned towards where the object originated from. Not even a second later a figure stepped into the line of sight of all to see.

What stepped out was a towering being clad in a mix of heavy plated armor and what appeared to be linings of fur in the gaps between the neck, shoulders, and elbow joints. His face was covered by a metal helmet with two slitted eye sockets and a pair of metal horns protruding from the sides of his head that curved forward. Grasp in his right hand, with the tip hanging low to the ground was an enormous two-handed axe.

The first thing to go through Bright Mac’s head was this must be a minotaur by the looks of the horns. But then quickly questioning himself as to why a minotaur would even be in this part of Equestria to begin with. Deciding to put those thoughts aside he attempted to call out to the being for help but was interrupted by the collective howls of the Timberwolves as they all turned their attention towards the newcomer.

Seeing what was about to happen Pear Butter called out in a yell, “Be careful there partner there’s a lot of them out here. Don’t go worrying about me, get my kids and husband out of here.” This only got a small headshake from the new being before he replied with a casual tone that’s somehow set her at ease, “None shall die.” Lifting the axe towards his front and taking hold with both hands the being lets out a yell of epic proportions that even the Princess herself would have some trouble matching. “HYAAAAAHH!”

This action nearly knocked both Big Mac and his father over while at the same time causing all the Timberwolves surrounding them to apparently be lowering their heads as to stand up to the mighty sound being caused by this unknown stranger. Big Mac could have sworn that he was hearing a manticore roaring straight into his face with how powerful this was.

The air in front of the horned being in armor was basically rippling as it distorted sight. This feat would have normally only had been possible through the Canterlot voice that the Princess would use when she would get mad, or at least that’s what the stories say.

It had lasted a good four to five seconds before subsiding, at that point all in attendance were on the verge of cowering in fear at least. That’s what Pear Butter, Bright Mac and Big Mac were feeling. As for applejack, she was still out cold. The wolves however, were attempting to regain their status as the hunters as they tried to get back onto shaky legs.

There was a howl from one of the wolves from the rear of the pack. This caused the rest of them to now bare their fangs towards the newcomer. Almost immediately the pack swarms and begins to work out a coordinated attack. One wolf came from directly to the newcomers left side. However, without even turning his head he simply let go of the axe with his left hand to leave the right to be the one left to hold it. and quickly through his backhand towards the creature as it came into range of his arm. Without showing any signs of resistance to his arm the entire front half of the timber wolf bersted into many pieces and the rest of it fell apart without much effort from the being.

Without showing any regards to their fallen member another three came. Two were coming from directly ahead, a third approached on the right-hand side. All three jumped into the air hoping that at least one of them would be able to make contact and take out their new prey. Unfortunately, that plan did not pan out too well.

Sliding his left foot back he takes hold of his gigantic axe with both hands once more and without any time at all passing, swings his entire top half of his body along with the axe and cleaves in ark through the air striking all three at the same time. Only stopping when his axe was now to his far right. His left hand having releasing its grip halfway through the swing to allow full reach.

There was then a shower of twigs and branches littering the ground, a few bouncing off of his heavy plated armor as if they were nothing but rain droplets. But without any time being lost at all, another set of three came from directly behind. It seemed that these three had circled around and used the tree lining as covers within the orchard to get around behind in order to do a sneak attack.

It seemed as if this was a tactic that would work, but unfortunately without even skipping a breath, that being quickly turn towards his left once more brandishing his long axe in one hand. This time doing the entire process with just one arm, he had completely turned in a 180 degree and quickly cleaves through the incoming wolves with little sweat. This time instead of any parts hitting him, the debris was blasted back in a way, this littering the ground over 12 meters from the point of impact between the axe and wolves.

He then spoke in a bored tone, “Is… That… All?” as if seeming as though the wolves understood his words, the amount of anger was apparent as they all began to growl and close in slowly. Now learning from their mistakes that charging in was not a viable plan.

So far, the fight had only lasted a good 30 to 40 seconds and already ten of the wolves had been utterly destroyed. Their remaining members being worried, now that their numbers have been cut in half, circled him even closer while tightening there hold or so they perceived. If only these creatures had realized that underneath that mask was a man with a devilish smirk.

He called out yet again, but this time in a serious tone, “I'm waiting...” The air around the unknown being had started to shift. One can tell that the sound of the wind and rustling of the trees had died down only to be left with an eerie silence. His stance now lowered and gripping his axe in both hands, holding it to his right side.

The next word spoken from the being sent shivers down not only the wolves but the ponies hearing him as well. It was spoken so quietly but at the same time it could be heard in volume, “I'm... Still... Waiting....”

After saying those words, he quickly dashed towards the nearest wolf and with a small jump, raises his axe above his head and swings it straight down cleaving the beast in half down the middle. Both halves easily slid from one another and upon hitting the ground, they break into a small pile as if it was never alive in the first place.

Next, he turned to his right and began running towards that one. Brandishing his axe on his left-hand side he readies for a powerful swing but before he manages to get within range, he changes direction and heads to the next one over. Swinging the axe that was clearly intended for the second wolf, cleanly bisected the first one on its way to its intended target. The wolves seeing this were clearly caught off guard seeing that faint. now that they have seen it in action. They showed signs of being more cautious.

Back with the apple family, all those who were still conscious were gawking at the sheer strength and speed that this oversized being was displaying. How effortlessly he was able to swing such a huge heavy metal object, the ease he demonstrated in adjusting its course at split second intervals, not to mention how easily he was able to cleave right through their bodies as if they were nothing but clouds. Bright Mac’s thoughts about him being a minotaur were becoming more and more pronounced in his mind with each and every action that he was making.

The Timberwolves noticing that this was a fruitless endeavor quickly communicated to one another with barks and howls and abandoned their attack only to turn towards the apple family.

Quickly noticing this the being rushes towards the pack as they run away. But to all present, what he did next went beyond reason. Instead of attacking the pack of wolves from behind, the large heavily armored being who was carrying an axe as long as he was, ran at such speeds that he overcame the wolves and jumped clean over them and landed directly between the pack and apple family.

He rose his axe above his head one more time. Bright Mac, noticing this thought, “Why is he holding that above his head, shouldn’t he have it at the side so he can hit more than one of them while their coming at him all at once!”

What happened next stunned all present. Just as the wolves were coming within 5 meters, the unknown being swung his axe straight down into the ground where there was clearly no target to be hit. However, upon hitting the ground there was a massive explosion of power behind that downward swing that it literally made the ground in front of him in a cone shape spreading outwards become upheaved. An invisible shockwave slammed into the oncoming group of wolves. The end result was at the charging pack was blown to pieces by some unknown shockwave as their body parts were scattered clear across more than a dozen meters in front of the being and the family.

All three members of the apple family had their eyes as big as saucers, their eyes clearly showing the disbelief and the struggle of trying to comprehend the situation. This was also paired with their jaws hanging low.

*Point of view: Brex Mith*

Brex was currently looking over his handiwork after using the skill, Overpower. During the whole fight he wasn’t using any kind of skill at all, until that finishing move of course.

Weapon skill, Overpower: Delivers an attack with a potency of 130 to all enemies in a cone before the user. Utilizing overwhelming strength, this attack focuses all the power that one possessed into one devastating swing that creates a shockwave in a cone in front of them doing damage to any in its path.

The Roegadyn then checks his mini map to see just how many are left, only to see that a single Timber Wolf remained. After seeing this he came to the realization that this was no doubt the alpha of the pack. It had stayed back and issued orders to the others.

Before he had started his assault on the Timberwolves. Brex used his examination ability to take a quick look at the stats of the creatures he was going to fight. To his surprise all of the Timberwolves range from level 5 to 9. There was also this one buff icon that was indicated on all of them. Being curious, he focused on this icon and got the following. Advanced pack mentality. This was clearly not something he had noticed on anything before, unfortunately his ability to perceive the stats of others came well after his encounters with these creatures in the past. This meant that he had no basis to tell if this was new or not.

He was quite surprised at how easily these things went down. In fact, compared to his previous fights they were practically standing still. He figured that this was no doubt due to the fact that back then he was a level 35. But this time around, he was currently equipped as his warrior playing as level 70. If comparing the two sets of levels one would think that he was only slightly twice the power. But thankfully, in the game once you hit a set level cap, there was a huge explosion of stats until you hit the next. In Final Fantasy 14, the stats when one got to this point would skyrocket once they hit level 50. This phenomenon would occur once they hit level 60 then 70 as well. This was due to how the gear one would get, would have a drastic change in added stats. So, one could say that compared to the last time he fought them, Brex could easily have been considered, seven to eight times stronger.

Now going back to this unknown buff that was on the Timberwolves. Brex focused his mind on obtaining information on it. Thanks to that telephone that he had gotten while in the other world, he had now access to certain key information. One of which is a Bestiary, a descriptive or anecdotal treatise on various real or mythical kinds of animals. Luckily it also listed some skills and abilities that the creatures of this world could have. This meant that Brex could look up this. Advanced pack mentality.

Skill buff, Advanced pack mentality: This skill is only active when a group of the same type of creatures gathers together under one leader. The total number must be 15 of its own kind or more for this effect to take hold. The leader is capable of controlling the others with its thoughts as well as getting a significant increase to mental capacity and planning more complex maneuvers that normally would not be possible. The leader of the group will gain more power with each additional number added to the group.

Seeing the detailed explanation, Brex understood just how these Timberwolves were able to move around the way they did. This had fully explained their ability to quickly change their tactics with hardly any discussion other than a few yips and barks. But fortunately for him they were nothing but weaklings.

Now returning his gaze towards the remaining wolf, he can tell that this one was the only one that was level 9 while the others were only level 7 and under. Rex had wanted to turn around and get a good look at the levels for the apple family but decided against it as the fight was not yet over.

Knowing full well from all the stories he had read about these Timberwolves, the Roegadyn was ready for what was about to happen. Instead of being scared or nervous he was actually showing underneath his helmet a wide toothy smile of excitement.

Right on cue the last timber wolf lets out an earsplitting howl towards the heavens. Within a few seconds later the wind within the orchard picks up. Leaves and twigs start being pushed around randomly or so a normal passerby would have thought. But in reality, the debris was all being collected towards the last timber wolf. The debris was actually the remains from all the others that Brex had taken down. He had even noticed quite a bit of debris was even flying through the orchard from the direction of the Everfree forest.

The discarded pieces clambered together and began to stick to the alpha wolf’s body. Within no time at all, he had been completely covered in a mound of dead twigs and branches. There was a rumbling sound from within the mass as Brex could hear the crunching in mashing of twigs and rocks. He could see that the mound was slowly undulating and rising as it slowly started to take the new form of a gigantic wolf.

( Timberwolf Prince picture. )

Brex looked towards the creature and looked at the name displayed above. The new timber wolf was now called, Timberwolf Prince. This confused the Roegadyn as he thought that it was going to become the Timberwolf King, but thought that this one wasn’t really all that big considering it was only just taller than the apple trees themselves. If it was going to call itself, the king, he had expected it to be far larger.

Brex started thinking to himself, “Huh, I guess he would need a whole lot more Timberwolves to make the king huh. Now a Timberwolf Prince, now that’s a new one to me.” His musings were interrupted when the creature decided to turn its full attention to him after the very last piece of debris was fitted into place right between its eyes.

He was about to take this fight seriously until he saw what level this guy really was. Brex, really couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle at the sight of seeing this mighty creature only being a level 37. This caused his body to shutter while letting out. It had seemed that the timber wolf had noticed that and started to become visibly angrier.

Taking his weapon, Brex stabs the blade of the axe into the ground and strolls right up to the beast. He then makes a motion of tilting his head to the sides as to pop the neck muscles to make them looser. That was then followed by him rotating his right arm then his left.

Brex could hear the family of three behind him a distance away trying to get his attention. He can hear them saying such things as, “What are you doing there, runaway. There’s no way he can take a varmint like that. It’s gonna rip you to pieces!” that was then accompanied with a big, “YUP!!” This made Brex smile as he knew, just who said that last bit.

Before Brex made the next move, he thought to himself this last bit, “Time to put this overgrown puppy through obedience training.” He then waved his hand at a come forth gesture towards the beast.

Taking it as its cue the Timberwolf Prince, lunges it's entire body towards the now smaller creature in front of itself. Fully expecting to overpower him, it had both paws stretched out to crush the Roegadyn. But instead of feeling flesh being pulverized underneath its massive weight, it felt as if it ran into a mountain. This caused the Timberwolf Prince, to let out a pained whelp as it saw it’s front paws being smashed apart as it came into contact with Brex.

Currently standing as if nothing was happening, he tilts his head down and watches as this once proud mighty hunter was reduced to a creature laying on the ground with its half broken front paws flailing about with the bewildered expression.

Brex then called out, “That’s one!” before taking a relaxed stance as he waited for his foe to recover. If he was telling the truth to anybody, he would have said he felt something from that. But due to him being at such a high level and wearing level 50 gear on top of his level 70 stats, what the timber wolf did, amounted little more to someone playfully shoving another’s shoulder.

It had taken less than a minute after the last attack for the Timberwolf Prince to recover his front legs. It then stood upright and turned his gaze towards the Roegadyn with obvious hatred and malice filling its green eyes. Brex could plainly see that it was knitting its browse with how all the wood was bunching up while crisscrossing right above the eyeline.

This time it attempted to use a roar at close range. It had taken a deep breath, nearly inhaling some of the apples into its mouth before releasing its mighty roar which echoed through the orchard. However, Brex was remaining standing firm. He then said out loud, “That’s Two!”

This only served in infuriating the wolf even further as it lost its composure and decided to go for another frontal attack but with it’s large jaws. As the creature through its body towards Brex, it extended its jaws wide open while turning its head so that it would clamp on the sides of the creature before it.

There was a series of screams and gasps from behind him from the apple family as he watched the large being made of wood careening towards him like an avalanche. Brex just lifted both arms to his sides casually and at the last second gripped onto both the lower and upper jaw. He could feel that his feet were nearly at the point of losing his footing but he had managed to hold his ground. He soon felt the force from the Timberwolf Prince trying to bite down on him, but his arms were more than sufficient and holding them at bay.

The timber wolf attempted to thrash his head around in order to dislodge his mouth from being in the grips of the Roegadyn. however it was more like he was stuck in a bear trap with how little amount of movement he managed.

After nearly a minute of holding onto the timber wolf brecks finally releases it, but during that time he had noticed that the creature was beginning to show some signs of fear. Brex knew that now was the perfect time to finish this lesson.

With one good shove, Brex pushed the Timberwolf Prince back far enough so he was no longer within it's mouth. Jut it was enough to cause the beast to flail about as it tried to get back up onto its feet.

When it had finally managed to get up, it looked down towards Brex. That’s when he said in a cold emotionless tone, “That’s Three!” that’s when he darts forward at nearly blinding speeds and launches a strong, left-handed jab directly into its chest. This causes the Timberwolf Prince to hunker down from the sudden impact.

With its now lowered head in close distance to Brex, he holds up his right fist. Using his left, he begins to twist his fist around comically as if winding up a spring. When finished, he calls out, “MY TURN!” that was when he launched a mighty uppercut straight into the jaw of the timber wolf Prince.

(Start at 2:35 in. A Scene From a Movie called Popeye the sailor.)

This caused the beast to lunge its head back with a quick snapping motion, its entire body went rigid, eyes fully wide before the light begins to dim. One could start to hear the creaking of wood as it begins to lean to the side. That was when Brex decided to yell out, “TIMBERRRR!!” as it crashed to the ground. Nearly the entire orchard shook from the impact as well as a number of apples from the trees nearby.

*Point of view: Third Person*

Back over with the apple family, all three of the ones who witnessed just what had happened or looking on in astonishment and disbelief. At this point this may as well be their trademark look when around the Roegadyn.

They had just witnessed what sounded to be a male from the voice, to have actually gone in taken down, not only a full oversized pack of Timber wolves. But also, with his bare hands. Knocked out a giant version of their kind and the most one-sided fistfight that they have ever seen. But he had also showed signs of having fun while doing so.

They were so stunned that they didn’t notice the being coming closer to them. It was Big Mac that noticed only after being passed. Looking behind himself he saw his little sister being propped up gently by the unknown beings right hand while holding some kind of glass vial to his little sisters mouth, by the time he had made his way over there in a rush, his little sister had finished whatever she was being given. She was now breathing more calmly than when she was earlier. In fact, he could see the small amount of blood that was coming from behind her head and near her ear from being struck with the tree was now vanishing as if it never existed.

Big Mac had started to panic that his sister was in trouble from this unknown individual, but seeing as her injuries were being healed, the older brother finally released the breath he had been holding in.

*Point of view: Applejack*

Applejack felt like her head was about to be split open. She wanted to open her eyes but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Even the act of moving was still out of her reach. The events leading to how she got like this was all hazy. Soon she could feel herself being propped up with a large hand pressing on her back. Feeling that she was now being set up into a sitting position, the mare wondered what was going on. She could feel something touching her chin. This made her head tilt upwards, then something was pressed to her lips. A liquid was flowing into her mouth and the mare felt the urge to drink it down or she would have a hard time breathing.

She had wanted to get up but for some unknown reason she felt so sleepy so she let herself slip back into unconsciousness. When she had finally come too, she woke up startled and began looking around where she was. It was soon discovered that she was currently laying in her own bed inside of her own room. Suddenly remembering what had happened before she had blacked out, the young mare through off the bed covers and jumped onto the floor only to dash out of the room in a hurry.

When applejack had finally reached the bottom of the steps, she looked around frantically and started to call out for her family. Images played through her mind of the Timberwolves and how her mother had stepped in front of one of them. She started to hyperventilate as tears ran down her face. It wasn’t too long until she heard someone calling out to her. It was the sound of her mother. She thought that right now was a dream and she wanted to find out for sure, so she made a mad dash for where the voice was coming from.

Applejack skidded to a halt as she entered the dining room and found her family setting up the table for dinner. With wide tear-filled eyes applejack dashed into the arms of her mother as she began crying out her tears in full waves while pressing her face into the mare’s chest.

She did this for a good solid ten minutes before she pulled away. While wiping her eyes, she started to ask, “How did yah get away from those Wolves? I-I I saw yah get tackled by one of them Mother!” Applejack's mother then knelt down and gave her a firm hug and said, “We got some help from some fella that was nearby. But every thin is just fine. No one was injured. Its all but a bad dream now.” Pear Butter then motioned to the table and added, “How about we get some food in us. It’s been a hard day for everypony.”

After that day, Applejack started to notice that there was a small part of the orchard that she didn’t have to do any work in. She had asked her mom dad and also her brother why only they were the ones that would go there. But the only answer that they would give her, was that it was along the lines of it, being an arrangement with a business partner and that it was a secret that they promised to keep. The only other thing that they would tell her that it was for a new type of apple that they may sell in the future. But it was going to take some time for the trees to grow.

As the days, weeks, months and years went by, Applejack would notice that her family who is normally not supposed to have too much to do during the winter would on occasion go out to that part of the orchard and come back with a bushel or two of some apples that she had never seen before.

Too an outsiders’ perspective this would seem no different from their regular apples that they would normally grow. However, these ones had an unusual majestic shine to them. With hardly any effort at all, or well any at all to begin with they would be so shiny that one would mistake them for a red tinted hand mirror when holding up to their face. Applejack had asked her dad what were they and he replied with, “We’re told that these are called, Mirror Apples and they only grow and bear fruit during the winter.”

Applejack had remembered the first time she tried one of these apples when they were brought into the house for the first time. She was mighty stubborn that her apples were the best anywhere around, so she had kept her distance. But after some time, she got around to trying them out of growing curiosity. That was when she found out that they did in fact have a different taste altogether but it was still rather unique. She had quickly grown fond of them due to their rare times of being able to produce fruit. She had even looked forward to having some of them every winter as a seasonal treat.

Of course, she never did mention this to her family out of respect and stubbornness. But that stubbornness gave way when she finally got her cutie mark and found out that lying was not the best policy. After that point she made it fully aware to her parents that she loved these apples and looked forward to them. She had wished that she could be told more about where they came from. But she only got the reply that she’d always been getting. It seemed like she was going to have to wait until she was a little older to know the full story. However, Applejack did notice that every year when they picked the first batch. Her dad and brother would leave with five baskets, but only return with three filled while the other two remained empty…