A New Adventure

As Fury walked down a road leading from Tree Sap to the next town, Spearsound, which lay due northeast, he watched the wind blow through the fields of wheat, the plants flowing like the sea. He watched it with a sort of longing… seeing the see reminded him of that which he lost.. His hurricane. As he continued his slow pace, he took in the smells, the aroma of the wheat, sweet with a bit of salt, and the cider smell, still on his nose from the town he just visited. He saw a couple down the road a bit and decided to stop and talk to them, unaware of what was going to be seen.

As he arrived at the cart, it was obvious that something was wrong, the ponies he seen weren’t standing, rather leaning on the cart. He ran to them, checking to see if they were simply resting from their travels… but when he reached them, the blood spoke otherwise. He stopped, looking at the two ponies… his heart sinking quickly, and his rage beginning to rise… who could have done this, and why?...

He looked to the mare, a middle aged mare by the looks, her pink dress soaked in her own blood. He felt for a pulse… nothing… she’s gone.. He thought as he moved to the stallion. As he went to touch the stallions neck, he took a shallow breath.

“Sir… Sir are you.. Are you alright?” Fury asked, seeing the stallion begin to regain consciousness.

“I… I… I don’t think… I can.. Make it..” he answered as he weakly opened his eyes to look upon the pony talking. “You’re… an alicorn… bu.. But I thought they all… died out..” he made out.

Fury took a breath and swallowed back his guilt before answering, “Yes, I am an alicorn, my name is Fury Flight, prince of the land… and me and my sisters are all that remain of the alicorn race..”

The stallion smiled a little, before looking to his wife. “M.. My wife..”

“I’m.. I’m afraid that she’s gone sir…” Fury answered, watching as the stallion teared up, then laid back.

“I’ll just have to catch up then,” he said as he began to slip away.

“Wait! Please tell me who did this to you!?” Fury asked, watching the stallion look up one last time.

“There were four of em… big stallions, and a yellow…. Mar……..” but before he could finish, the stallion passed.

Fury stood up, flared his wings and let his magic boil, leaving his horn in a form of lightning that sparked across the sky as he let out a loud and long scream. “I will find who did this!! And they will pay!! I Swear to you on my life stranger, that I will not rest until whoever did this no longer draws breath!!!”

He then took off down the road at a full gallop, and a fire in his eyes, and doubt in his heart. ‘Mortal ponies did this… mortals…. Those which I gave my life to protect.. Now kill their own, I will stop these pillagers, then I will leave.. With no trace of me ever being on this planet…’ Fury thought to himself as he ran, nearing another wagon on the side of the road, with similar looks to the last.

He galloped hard into the day, until reaching the town of spearsound, the distraught citizens nearly running in panic. He looked to the ponies with confusion, normally Spearsound was brimming with pride, its citizens almost arrogant with it.

“Please no… Please leave our village in peace!!” came a shout from a mare in the back, followed by a stallion.

“Please leave us be… we didn’t break the law they set!” came another.

“What law… I mean you no harm,” Fury said as he took slow steps, offering for one of the citizens to walk forward, where he placed in her hooves a small amount of bits. “I require information about pillagers in the area, they have gone too far,”

With that, the villagers began to cheer and gladly huddle around Fury, telling him more information than he could take all at once. They then led him to the local tavern, where they had made it into a hospital of sorts to heal those who were targeted by villains could be treated, those who survived. As he looked at the ponies, he couldn’t see any pattern, there were young, old, rich, poor, stallion and mare. He called upon his magic, feeling the magic grow as it made a blue aura around his horn, traveling to all of the ponies in the room, doing what he could to help them, the magic healing them to a degree. Some of the ponies shot right out of their beds, while others still lay there, either shocked by the feeling or not completely healed by the magic.

Fury looked to what seemed to be the mayor, and pulled him close, “where can these bandits be found? They’ve made enough of a mess… and it’s time for them to pay for their crimes,” he said quietly, in to which the mare pointed to the east.

“If you really want to find them, head due east, about a half days journey, there will be a small farm.. There you’ll find them,” the mayor said as he ran to an older blue earth mare who was beginning to get off her own bed.

Fury took one last look at the ponies in the tavern/hospital before leaving, beginning his hunt for the bandits. He walked to the edge of the small town before jumping at the outskirts, letting his wings take him into the air, where he ascended into the clouds, keeping his position as he continued east, his heart hungering for vengeance.

From the air, Fury watched the earth ponies frantically running errands, talking about not having time. He thought of something he was told long ago.. By his friend and love, hurricane.

"Look at them Fury, how they dance to a beat set for them, quickening with each moment," she said with awe, watching a group of ponies running about the empire.

Fury smiled as he looked her in the eye, "why is it you care for them so much? They run about, worrying about their own impending doom, trying to stop it," he said as he brushed a lock of hair from her face.

"I'm in awe of them... And also quite jealous... Look at our lives... We'll live thousands of years before we age and die, see countless generations of these mortals come and go, whilst we never change a face... It's pretty boring, and no more beautiful than that of an aging tree... But them.. Every moment could be their last, each breath their final... And so their lives, though short and often meaningless, are so much more beautiful because they are doomed... It gives life meaning... And beauty.." She said as the memory faded.

Fury looked down from his memories to see the small farm the mayor described. He could see up to ten stallions running about,doing chores among other farming things. He stopped and hovered a bit, watching them move about, not really seeing the villainous vibe that was described, or the yellow pony that was described by… it was then he saw them, galloping in hard from the west, three big stallions and a yellow… mare. Fury’s anger boiled over as he charged down from the sky, letting his anger control his magic, the lightning of his rage charging forward and enveloping the house, where numerous fillies and colts ran out, followed by an elderly couple, running to shelter from something they never expected.

This only caused more power to erupt from Fury’s horn, eviscerating the house to splinters, where his magic moved to the barn, erupting in flames. He landed hard on his hooves, the blow barely stunning him for a second before he began to walk towards the farmhouse. A group of stallions that had been tending the fields began to charge at him, hoping to scare him off with their numbers, and so he stopped and ushered one warning.

“I am here for the bandits, that have caused so much damage throughout the land, step aside and be spared,” he said in a commanding voice.

The group hesitated for a second, before backing away and running to assist the elderly couple. Fury moved towards the group of four, who stood at the western edge of the farm, looking like they were scared stiff, seeing the very devil walking towards them as Fury walked past the barn, the hay inside it exploding in flame behind him. He continued his walk, seeing the fear grow in the ponies by the house, now homeless.

“You have caused great harm to the surrounding areas, taking the lives of your own kind… how does it feel to know that it all ends today,” Fury said as he approached, magic beginning to boil once again.

“I will not die today, no.. I have become too much! I am a god!!” the apparent leader said, a larger gray stallion with a short brown mane.

Fury rushed in and took him by the throat and lifted him into the air. “Pathetic.. Any ‘god’ would have seen that coming..”

“W-what do you want… money.. It's yours..” he choked as he pointed to a large bag upon a brown stallions back.

“I don’t the money you stole.. I want the life you stole from others..” Fury answered as he let his magic tighten the grip.

“You’re… insane… I..” he then closed his eyes and prepared for death.

“Oh no… I want you to remember me!” Fury said as he tossed the stallion into the fire, hearing his screams of agony before a silence.

Fury landed back down once again, looking to the now three ponies standing before him. “Anyone else wanna be a god?” he asked as he looked, but the two stallions laid down the bags and hung their heads, waiting for the same gruesome demise. Dalila herself broke into tears as she sat down.

“T-thank you… you made him go away… he was going to destroy the village tonight… I didn’t wanna be apart of it, but he told us if we didn’t… he’d kill the rest of our family..” she sobbed.

Fury then looked at the three with a bit of guilt… the mastermind behind it wanted it all, using them as both slaves and help, but it didn’t stop the fact that they had been apart of horrible crimes. He then looked to the house and barn, now both a flaming mess, and called upon his magic. A gust of wind quickly put out the flames as his magic worked, the house and barn rebuilding themselves. As he focused his magic in, he could see a figure running to the west, no doubt the leader looking to refuge.

After his magic finished, he looked to the three ponies, his mind now set on judgement. “You three are at a crossroads.. You can no longer stay here.. But I offer this once. You will either be taken into spearsound, where you will be tried and most likely given your last rights, or… you travel with me, and settle in another land, never to return here,” Fury said, knowing the consequence of either choice they were about to make.

Dalila stood up and walked over to Fury, looking at him with tearful eyes,” we’ll travel with you… and settle in the land you take us..”

Fury nodded and motioned for them to follow as he turned around and began to walk for the north once again. The three ponies followed him, not not knowing where they were going, only that they had a new lease on life.

They made good time for the next few days, stopping along the way at small towns where Fury would go into town and buy goods for the travels and meet the other three at the northern edge, where they would stop and rest. They stopped at creeks and cleaned up, living in harmony with the land, where Fury began to teach them of the harmony between the land around them and themselves. He would often recall stories on the road north, telling them of his travels through the land, and his experience with the true gods and goddesses of the world.

After five long days, they had finally reached the edge of the frozen north, its wintery kiss taking them all by surprise.

“We can’t… travel too far in this… w-we’ll f-f-freeze..” Dalila stuttered from the cold.

Fury turned around and smiled, “we won’t have to, hang on,” he said as he took ahold of each one and teleported them north, to the edge of the Crystal Empire. He looked with tear filled eyes at the shining capital of the world, as he heard the other ponies begin to ooh and ahh.

“What is that place?” Dalila asked in wonder.

“That… that is home..” Fury said as he began to walk to the giant gate, separating the kingdom from the rest of the world…