"STAND GUARDSMAN!"

Frost leaned against his chainsword using it to prop himself up, as the heretic traitor stood before him.

The red and gold clad traitor smiled with a set of filed pointed teeth.

"Stand and show me what you'll do in that corpse's name!"

Growling the abhuman pushed himself to his feet, the word bearer gave an amused look at the wounded hybrid before him.

"Yessssss that's right stand... come at me... let us fight guardsman... let me send your soul to the gods!" Holding his power maul in both hands the traitor would be lying if he wasn't impressed by the will and furiously of these so-called 'warbeasts'.

For a bunch of vat-born mutants made by the dying Imperium, he couldn't help but think back during the heresy when he fought against the Solar Auxilia. He can almost feel a sense of nostalgia come to his mind while his two hearts begin to beat in excitement.

He was going to enjoy breaking this literal dog!

Kicking off his feet Frost rushed at the heretic astartes who began to laugh raising his maul in the air but felt a sharp snap come from his hand.

"WHAT?!" The word bearer's power maul was thrown from his hand while his fingers were shot off.

The warbeast only had his chainsword, he had no ranged weapon!

Only a second later he felt his left leg buckle from another ranged attack that went through the gap in his armor and destroyed his knee. Falling down the word bear looked up to see scope glint... but that was a mile away!

No mortal man can make that shot unless.

Another abhuman?!

"AHHHHHHH!" Looking down he watched the foe in front of him swinging his blade but it didn't have the strength of a astartes behind it only stopping at the bone of his neck.

"C-c-coward... letting others-" Frost pulled the trigger to his chainsword as the teeth began to slice into the neck silencing the Astartes.

Pulling his chainsword from the neck he swing to his left this time before swinging it to the undamaged side of the neck while the traitor weakly reached for him. While the flesh of the neck was ripped away only leaving the damaged hardened bone of the spine and threads of red flesh barely holding his head in place.

"You wanted to see what I would do in the emperor's name," Grabbing his head the Astartes felt a pull on his sensitive nerve under his spine. "Let me show you then,"

Pulling at the balled heavily tattooed head of the traitor with barely anything from stopping him Frost ripped the head off of the heavily damaged neck of the fallen astartes.

Holding the dripping head of the traitor the warbeast exhaled.

'That was too close,'

"I'll be damned, lad, you took your bloody time in killing that traitor,"

Turning to the rattling who casually resting on some fallen rubble with a freshly lit Lho-Stick in his mouth and hands behind his head.

"How in all the hells did you get here so damn fast Praz?"

"Trade secret mutt now you done here or what? Boss lady looking for us," The short abhuman stated.

"Yeah yeah hold on," Bagging the head of the traitor Frost placed his chain shoulder lightly on his shoulder. "Nice shooting by the way,"

"Nothing to it... kill one traitor brute, the rest just kinda fall into place," The Rattling got down to join him. "So there is this bar hole in the wall back in the hive that I know about and-"

"No Praz..." Frost began to walk while the Rattling quickly caught up.

"Aw come on long legs with your body the ladies will fall head over heals over you,"

"I said no Praz,"

*Snap*

Lifting his sidearm up and pointing it to the source of the sound, the Scion sighed upon seeing a blackbird digging into the ground most likely looking for bugs to eat.

Giving a sigh Frost leaned his head back against the hollowed tree he was resting on before looking up at the orange-colored sky.

At least it was daytime now...

Holstering his precious volkite serpenta, the warbeast rose up from his resting spot and looked up at the sky seeing the planet's star almost in the middle of sky.

'Damn... either this planet's rotation is fast or I slept in... I'm so glad Sargent Beo isn't here.'

Holding his lasgun he walked down back to the road and began to follow it once again.

For a place called 'Razor valley' he was expecting it to be well... a valley and to have something to do with razors.

Honestly, he was kind of glad there wasn't anything sharp trying to stab him.

Just a lot of dead dried-up tree husks and barely any grass.

Maybe at one point, the grass was so sharp that it could actually cut someone's foot?

How should he know? He's not a Genetor of mars... sure he was created by those red-robed tech-priests but he knew nothing when it came to flora than the basics.

Going down the cobblestone road till he came across a primitive wagon that lost one of it's wheels.

"Oh no no no... why did this happen now?" His sharp hearing picked up the voice of someone behind the wagon.

Frost thought for a moment what to do.

This wasn't a trap from the looks of it, the trees weren't the best places to take cover and hide plus their branches couldn't hold anything more than a pound without breaking from the looks of it. Plus it might take him a while to get anywhere while only on foot might as well help this person out and get some form of transport to a local area that might have the technology he can use to call for extraction.

"Excuse me," Frost spoke causing the person who was under the wagon to bang their head against the wooden frame.

"Oh faust! Owwwwww," Pulling out from the underbelly of the wagon the warbeast was slightly taken aback at what he saw.

An equine humanoid.

Honestly from the thing he saw last night, he wasn't fully surprised at this humanoid being.

"Look if you're coming to rob me your too late someone already beat you to it," The light blue female equine spoke rubbing her horned head. "If you are going to rape me don't even try it, I'll cut your dick off,"

Feeling his legs shift slightly at the sound of that.

"I think you have the wrong impression civi- miss... I'm wondering if you need help fixing your wheel," This caused the White-haired equine to stare at him.

"Okay... what do you really want tough guy,"

"Um, transport to any local settlement,"

"Yeah, yeah. Look pal with that armor and whatever the rest of that stuff I doubt you in it for a ride to town," The equine stated.

"I'm not lying miss," Frost said. "I'm willing to help you out in exchange for transport,"

The Equine blinked almost surprised slightly.

"Alright... if you wanna help pick up that side so I can put the new wheel on," Nodding Frost hooked his lasgun to his side before using both hands and picking the wooden wagon up with ease.

"Well damn. Hold it there let's just put this on," Frost watched while holding the painted wood in place while the equine humanoid female began to put the replacement wheel on.

"So where are you heading to?" The equine asked not looking away from her work.

The Scion thought for a moment before coming up with an excuse.

"Ponyville," If he could hit himself he would think how stupid that sounds out loud if he...

"Oh really? You going to see the mage festival?" The equine asked to pull a tool to tighten the bolts.

"Yes,"

'DAMN IT FROST WHAT ARE YOU DOING!'

"Huh well count yourself lucky I'm heading there myself," Tightening the bolts she got up before picking up the damaged wheel and tools. "I'm actually a part of the festival... I just hope that I make up the money that I was robbed of,"

Lowering the wagon down he looked at her.

"Cutthroats are a big thing around here?" Which the equine nodded.

"Gangers, Raiders, Trappers, yeah but at least if you give them what they want they'll leave you alone for the most part," She said putting the tools back. "Where you from stranger?"

'Oh boy ummmm... think of something,'

"Terra,"

'By the throne Frost! Are you fraking stupid!'

"Never heard of it,"

Frost felt his body relax while the equine got onto the front and grabbed a... steering wheel?

"Hope on hotshot were burning daylight," She held out her hand to him before he took it and got onboard sitting next to her. "So got a name?"

The warbeast thought for a moment before speaking.

"Name's Frost Loken. You?"

"Trixie Lulamoon magical performer," Trixie held out her hand for a handshake while the Scion took it and shook her hand. "It's finally nice to meet someone decent for once,"

She then pulled a lever to the wagon she was on before the wagon rocked before moving forward on its own, surprised to see a wooden device like this move without a visible engine it made him wonder what kind of technology was at work here.

It kind of made him relax knowing this world did have some technology maybe even something similar to a vox.

"So Mr. Loken what's your story?"

"Nothing much just your local drifter," Frost lied which caused Trixie to chuckle slightly.

"With that armor? Not many people want to mess with you if I had to take a guess,"

Frost moved his head slightly.

"Most sane people at least," Frost corrected.

"Fair enough,"

"What's your story?" The scion asked.

Trixie shrugged.

"Had a knack for magic and always been on the road nothing too special about it," Trixie answered. "Go to town to town performing some magic shows... pays for food you know. Girl gotta eat,"

At the mention of food Frost's stomach growled at him.

"As grateful that I am for you helping me this ride doesn't include any food... besides I don't have any,"

"Fair enough,"

(Ponyville)

Rolling into town the two looked forward at the much lively town of Ponyville, Vendors were selling their goods, and equines in metal armor walked about.

"Huh... what an interesting place," Frost said aloud before Trixie nodded.

"Ponyville is one of the lesser slums in Equestria the guard here actually do their job and are less corrupt than most towns," Trixie turned the corner in her wagon. "It's famous for the apple farms hard cider... and it's actually made from real healthy apples but expensive as hell,"

"Is it good?"

Trixie nodded.

"Had a bottle once not bad stuff but not the price I would pay for it," Moving deeper into town the Scion saw that this area didn't have any vendor but wagons like Trixie's own wagon and performers doing different stunts.

"Here we are the mage fenstival," Trixie said. "Best keep your valuables close some of these guys will pickpocket you while you're not looking,"

Parking the Waggon at an empty spot Trixie before looking at Frost.

"Thanks for your help Frost but if you don't mind I need to unpack,"

"Any time," Getting off the wagon Frost watched while Trixie got down herself and pulled out a long wooden stage from the side of the wagon.

Walking forward the Scion looked about the many stalls and performers.

If he didn't know better he says he just stepped into a den of witches... yet the closer he looked the more flaws he spotted out. One equine humanoid was spitting something out of his mouth to make it look like he was creating more fire from a torch while another was using the sleight of hand to fool others.

He then noticed someone looking at him, they wore a robe around their shoulders and had a hood up but Frost could see the face of a canine looking at him with a slight smile. Slightly baffled at what he saw Frost was about to walk over to but a voice spoke.

"Have your future read! The cards can predict your fate!" Turning his head to a vendor Frost turned back to the canine but the spot was empty.

Blinking in surprise Frost then looked at the equine who spoke before shrugging walking over to the stall.

"Ahhh weary traveler comes close! My eyes aren't what they used to be," The old fortune-teller spoke, Frost did so. "My your armor is a quite menacing traveler but one can never be too prepared these days,"

"Are you a Tarot reader?" Frost asked seeing the deck of cards in the old mare's hand.

"Yes, I am a traveler. so was my grandmother and my mother before me would you like to see what the cards have to say?" The old equine asked.

"I don't have any money,"

"No worries traveler I don't do it for money and besides the cards tell me you have quite a path before you," Spoke the Fortune teller. "Sit let's see what the cards have for you,"

Frost looked down before sitting down on the small wooden crate placing his lasgun in his lap.

The woman read and pulled a card from the deck before flipping it over.

On the card was a picture of a jester on a cliff with an instrument of some kind in hand and a white mask on his face.

"The fool... it seems your journey is only at its start or maybe you are given a new beginning to start anew," Frost shifted seeing the picture on the card move as the jester took a bow.

She then placed a card of crowded masked begin in golden robes over a large black pot upside down.

"The king of cauldrons... you have a great respect for an authority figure who was is very ambitious," Seeing the card moved it's hand to scop a red liquid from the large cauldron at his feet.

The next card was of a being standing alone in a field not facing outward.

"The lone man... there was a great loss in your life and it lingers with you," The fortune-teller looks up at Frost while he looked back but then looked back down to the card, watching them hang his head down low.

Putting down the next card the old woman smiled at the sight of the being in a dress while wearing a blank mask while another held them in a velvet robe wearing a similar blank mask.

"The lover... seems like you some love in your future perhaps to mend your pain," The fortune-teller stated while the two on the card lovely embraced one another.

Picking up the two cards the old woman smiled.

"I can see now why the cards were interested with you," The old woman stated before a young equine walked forward.

"Grandma please you shouldn't be out here come back inside," The equine stated before looking at Frost slightly aback by his armor. "Sorry, my grandmother isn't all there anymore. Come on Grandma let's get you inside,"

"Oh, my dear grandson I was only helping out this kind young traveler,"

"Yeah, yeah, it's not safe out here grandma some can steal our family tarot cards!" Frost stood up watching the Equine take the elder inside the large wagon before Frost got up before walking forward into the crowd again.

Author's Note

Where here you guys go!

Another chapter and Frost has made it to Ponyville!

Forgive my Tarot card reading I'm a bit new to it but I always want to do a kind fortune teller thing in one of my stories and I do apologize if I'm incorrect with them.

Then again Equestira Tarot cards can be different to our own... heck in 40k there are Tarot cards that the emperor himself made.

I am not joking you can look that up.

As for that hooded figure well... she'll come back you can count on it.

But as a friend? Or Foe.

Maybe.

What else... ummmm...

Right something big will happen next chapter and what else...

Ah yeah Frost's armor and stuff...

I mean this is a dark fantasy world sure his armor is quite menacing but people wearing armor is kind of the normal.

Though I couldn't help but think of Skyrim where you get the daedric armor and people are like; "Whoa what kind of armor is that!" 🤣

Now then hopefully you enjoyed this and be seeing you in the next one, peace.