Duty and shameby ForestinsiderChaptersPrologueBroken prideThe last war played againChanging things upA confrontationSelling your soulEpilogueReflection through the rainBack in actionPrologueCharles Forsmith after many years was about to conduct a mission or what he had been told the most important he had even taken. He found himself inside the heart of a entire empire and tasked with capturing its king and holding him for ransom. It was easy enough for Forsmith as he easily infiltrated the palace and disguised himself as a nameless slave. He got a plate of food and walked around the hallways lit up by purple flames. The guards stared daggers at him which Forsmith was convinced that is they could kill he would be dead a thousand times already. One came up to him and attempted to trip him over but he managed to dodge the attempt and make eye contact with the guard. Without missing the beat the guard shouted “The demonstration is that way. So make yourself useful and go there before I have you killed.” Forsmith was about to respond with a sarcastic comment but decided that silent was his only ally here. So he did what he was told and walked through the hallways, following the guards direction and found himself in front of gigantic wooden doors. The guards there gave the same killings stares and then looked at each other. The one on Forsmith’s left sighed and whispered “I did it last time”. The other one responded “I know but I had a hard day last night.” “That’s what you said last time.” “Are you going to open the door for the useless slave or not?” “Fine…but you owe me.” The guard on the left begrudgingly opened the doors to reveal a crowd of well dressed ponies making small talk laughing. All the while depressed and chained up ponies served the guests drinks and food and slowly walked to get more supplies. Forsmith took a deep breath and got ready for the second stage of his plan. He raised his plate and served the other guests and looked around for the king. He regretted of course that he push the mastermind of the plan Loma Glass what the king looked like. “Trust me. You will know him when you see him.” She said with confidence which was easy to say since there was no risk when making plans. Executing them however in the middle of a palace full of guards and a bunch of entitled royals was surprisingly much more difficult. For moments on end he served drinks and food getting irritated as time passed as he target did not present himself until everyone went silent to the sound of a spoon tapping on glass. All including the slaves turned and faced the tall and grey stallion in his famous red cape as he magically placed the glass down. In a authoritative voice the well dressed stallion began to address his audience. “Good evening my loyal subjects. I am glad all members of the dark council from all over the land was able to come and see our new developments. Developments which will ensure our victory over our Equestrian enemies down south and ensure our reign for eternity.” The room was silent and even Forsmith was intrigued by the announcement. “Our enemies for quite some time have had air superiority with the griffon kingdom on their side and the knights of order giving them the advantage. It was believed that this will be that was for the rest of the war but I say to you this is a temporary setback. A setback that will turn into a opportunity once we unleash our new assets onto the world. My great Air Force has arrived to beat our enemies in the skies. Behold the umbra legions shall rule the skies.” The announcer dramatically stood up and raised his hooves up. Outside the windows were fireworks and then a dozen or so Pegasus in thick armor flew in ceremonial fashion. Forsmith nearly laughed at the sight. He chuckled at how slow this Air Force was compared to what he had seen. What he had flown a long time ago. From the HMS Invincible Forsmith jumped into his aircraft ready to respond to the threat laid not only to the carrier but to his home nation The British empire. He got into the cockpit and took a small glance at the other jet where his friend William foster was already ready to go. Forsmith was nearby about to jump out of his jet as this was his first mission. He had been gruesomely training in Sheffield and now he got his wings. A soldier on the left of Foster’s and Forsmith’s plane signaled for them to take off. Both accelerated over the aircraft and soon found themselves flying over the southern Atlantic. Despite being in the model before Forsmith could not believe that he was flying such a vehicle and how fast he was going. He screamed “yeah!” Until he learned that everyone was listening.” Within a few minutes of silence The team encountered another jet from the enemy. The once who believed that they could pick a fight for Forsmith and foster of all people. As both saw the Argentinian jet came flying over the ocean Forsmith took the initiative. Surely the others wouldn’t mind he thought? He trained for years and this simple enemy jet was no match for the British Royal Air Force. Remembering how fast his jet could go made Forsmith smiled in a gleam of joy. Nearly laughing how this dark Air Force wouldn’t even beat his jet on their best day on his worst day. None of the other party goers and even King Sombra smiled with pride. There was talk amount the crowd of how Equestria and their light and idealism would be the death of them. The hard times were over for the dark empires he heard and worse was that the war would come to a close. Each comment became more absurd than the last. Once Sombra’s speech was over he got off and went to talk with some of the guests but not before bowing to the heavy cheering and clapping the crowd created. Smiling more than he did before Forsmith found his opportunity and he was not going to waste it. He refilled his glasses and cleaned up his bottle and walked up to the tryrant which had caused so much trouble for the people who helped him. The plan was to to use a magic stopper on King Sombra and take him for hostage and in estrange let all of the slaves go. Loma glass the poodle dog which had helped Forsmith came up with the plan and it seemed good at first. But as he made his sets he began to realize how terrible it was. Even if it worked he thought the guards would stop him and just to let him go after what he has done and will do; that just couldn’t happen. Forsmith knew what Sombra was planning and it could not continue. Sombra had to be punished. Sombra had to die. Instead of pulling out the magic blocker, he pulled out from his pocket a small pocket knife and flipped it open. He quietly put down the tray and the drinks and began to swirl towards the tyrant. Just as a guard shouted for him to pick up the tray Forsmith ran towards Sombra and grabbed his neck. With all his might he forced Sombra to face him and with the knife on his right hand He stabbed Sombra right below his chin. The taste and smell of blood nearly intoxicated him upon how he had killed a tyrant with his bare hands but his small celebration was interrupted with laughter. Looking at Sombra He saw that his knife which was once stuck inside Sombra’s chin was pulled out covered in blood. The laughter grew louder and louder as the wound heal and distracted Forsmith enough to not realize that his only weapon had been impaled on his body. Desperate he went to choke Sombra with all of his strength but the laughter did not stop. Instead of fear in the Tyrant’s eyes there was pure hilarity and joy. Suddenly Forsmith found himself in his jet overwhelmed with the sound of the mad laughter. The Argentinian threat had managed to slip through Foster and Forsmith and bombed the HMS invincible. He saw in a flash the explosion from the ship and all the dead which his recklessness caused. And then another flash in his mind, the same laughter over a gigantic clouds erupting from a decimation of entire cities. A mushroom cloud followed by wind more powerful than any Forsmith had seen before. He had felt the pain of guilt, being burned and blown away by the wind and then the stabbing of his chest. Unable to take it all he screamed for the laughter to stop but it did not. While it got louder to plague his mind he began to hear his friends and family shout out his name in anger in rage of what he had done. Broken prideA rat fleeing from a stiff motion woke Forsmith up. He found himself on a hard floor behind thick metal bars. He stretched his body and slowly got up and felt a tight fitting collar on his neck. Getting up as if he had a hangover he asked what happened. The last few weeks of his life had felt like a dream. Falling asleep from the dead world he called his home to seeing another nightmare. The one who caused this nightmare unbenounced to Forsmith was on the other side of the cell. “You are late. I expected you to arrive to my palace weeks ago.” “What? What are yo-“ “And I thought that decades of death would’ve prevented you from…trying to capture me!” Forsmith got up ignoring the ache of his back and neck and fixated his gaze on Sombra. “You think I’m just going to hold a tyrant like you for ransom. You deserve to die for what you’ve done.” “Everypony and everybody commits acts which deserves death. But forsmith you’ve forgotten that death is not to be given cheaply like a slap on the wrist.” “Wait! How did you know my name?” “I’ve been watching you for a long time. How do you think you came to this place from Earth? Or what remains of it.” “And let me guess you want me to join you? I want you dead and the slaves to live freely.” “This naïvety of yours won’t do you any favors. It never has and never will.” “That’s were you’re wrong. The hope for a better world is what kept me alive all these years and it’s tyrants like you that ruin everything.” “Looks like this resistance has damaged my goods. Guards take our guest to the mirror. I have work to do.” “Yes sir!” One guard opened the cell and the other walked in grabbing Forsmith by his metal collar and forced him to follow Sombra. There were other cells upon their walk with other depressed creatures who’s bodies watched the moving party while their minds were destroyed. Forsmith paid close attention to the hallways looking for cracked holes or for any locks which appeared to be rusted. But whenever he looked too close at one the guard behind him would push him and say “Walk faster”. The hallways grew wider and cleaner and then they party entered a circular room with a mirror in its center. “What is this some party trick? Is it going to make me look like a robot or something?” “Nothing like that my friend.” “I..am..not..your..friend.” “And neither is that mirror one for party tricks. This helps me fix my broken goods and makes them useful.” “How? By giving them a good haircut?” “Why don’t you find out for yourself. I want you to look into the mirror and stare at what it shows you.” “So..you want me to reflect on how I was bad for trying to kill you.” “I can’t say for sure but to make it simple the mirror shows…the truth.” “Fine I will look at your stupid mirror. It’s not like I have a choice anyways.” “Good choice. Guards..release him!” “Sir are you..” “Do as I say!” “My apologies your highness.” The guards opened up the chains and walked up to the wooden door. Nearly about to laugh Forsmith slowly walked up to the mirror and found that surrounding it was a warm body of water. As he got closer he felt the water begin to rise and his mind to give in. He wanted to stare at sombra and ask him what was going on but his body rebelled and walked up to the warrior as if his brain was no longer in control. Once he got to the mirror and the water was at knee height forsmith was shocked by what he saw. What faced him was not the tired poodle dog beaten and scared by the tight chains but…him! A young in a Royal Air Force uniform with chestnut and wavy hair stared back at him. The last war played againHe screamed and nearly punched the mirror in shock but was blocked by Foster. “Charles are you alright? Don’t tell me your reflection decided to leave ya.” “Uh..It was nothing. I thought I saw a fly.” “So you screamed nearly waking everyone up? Didn’t you tell me last night that the Scots had no fears?” Forsmith stared back at the mirror and saw only him and his old friend or young friend Foster who at the moment tapped on Forsmith’s shoulder. Turning back he smiled and gave Foster a bear hug embracing the sight of his friend. “It’s nothing it’s just nice to see you again. After all these years.” “Forsmith?” “I just woke up from a nightmare. A terrible nightmare and all I want is to embrace the real world.” “Oh..I don’t mean to disappoint you but there is not much you can do here. Being here in West Germany waiting for the soviets to kill us.” Forsmith smiled letting go of Foster and went to his chest to see all of his items was there. Even his grandfather’s pocket watch and the same switchblade he used to stab Sombra. He stared seeing that all of his former faded stuff was in good condition including the knife’s inscription “Never go to hell alone.” He slowly put on his old uniform enjoying feeling his hair and staring at possessions which details even he forgot about. Then just as he put his watch his ears drummed and his eyes widen from the alarm. The entire room flashed to red and the other pilots jumped out upon the change of scenery. A robotic voice came over the intercoms causing everyone inside to move out “Attack Warning Red.” Forsmith ran out with foster as memories came back of the day everything changed. When the world burned. He thought it can’t be. He just woke up, got a second chance now he was back just to suffer again. His stomach shrank and his mind became fire as he stared and listened to the alarms and red flashes. He remembered everything that happened afterwards of what would happen next. The collective starvation and death of Earth itself. Was he doomed to repeat it? It can’t be? He closed his eyes and placed his hands on his ears screaming no. He didn’t want to go through it again. He was not going to face this day again! Yet there he was. His eyes opened and the flashes continued as long with the robotic voice “attack warning red.” He saw from the opposite side Sombra shaking his head in shame at Forsmith’s act of fear. Before Sombra could say anything Foster ran back and gestured Forsmith to get up. “What the hell are you doing? The Russians are attacking us.” Forsmith slowly got up and ran towards his friends and headed outside to the airstrip. Jets screamed with fiery engines and everyone around ran as if it was the end of the world. Well only Forsmith knew that it was the end of the world. Everyone there knew that fate of the world. That they were the last Generation and that the attack on the Russians was going to be the last. Forsmith remembered why he followed along. Why he and still now ran towards his jet like he did before and took off into the sky. “They are all dead. But they acted as they were supposed to. You did the same.” Said the tyrant with no concern of the situation at hand. “But they are all dead. Foster will die to.” “They are soldiers. That is what they do. They die. I don’t see why you are fighting me on this. You know this is the truth. “Are you blind? They are human beings. The ones you enslaved are living creatures beyond their purpose.” “Forsmith what are you doing? It’s now or never.” “Oh sorry. It’s that…I’m still thinking about my nightmare.” “If we don’t do something than the nightmare will become real.” “Nightmare…real?” Forsmith slapped himself and thought how he didn’t think of it before. He can stop the war and save Foster’s life. He remembered at that moment a conversation with his grandfather about how people choose their fates and no one else. And if that was true than that means that he could stop the war. He figured that he was given a rare opportunity to change the unchangeable. To alter the very course of history and who was he to waste it. He smirked and told Foster that he doesn’t know what is going on but he was going to make everything better. Just as they were flying their jets to confront the Russian armies who for decades had been planning for this day. A few moments passed and the cloudy skies of Western Europe turned dark with enemy aircraft flying in massive formations. Forsmith, Foster and the other members of the Royal Air Force did not stir or flee at the sight. As both sides stared at each other Forsmith made a promise to Loma glass that he won’t let Foster die. He will prove that life wasn’t just their purpose. To him it wasn’t about the Stars and Stripes, Union Jack or Hammer and Sickle. This was all about saving life itself and their liberty to live. This was about making his parents proud, Foster proud and Loma glass proud. He was going to show those on all sides this day that life was not to be controlled but to be embraced. Sombra and all of his kind will be proven wrong this day. The silence which would never repeat again broke when a missile was fired from the ground. No one knew where it came from but it caused both east and west to begin their attacks on each other. Forsmith and foster stayed close making sure that neither got shot down. Like deja vu Forsmith could remember the sights, smells and even the motions he made in his jet. In the first few minutes he made efforts to protect his friends and attacking the enemy then they got too ambitions. He could still feel the presence of the tyrant watching close by in shame and anxiously waiting for what to happen next. For a moment Forsmith was distracted to allow some bullets to strike his cockpit. His jet would’ve been blown to bits had Foster did not appear behind and shot down the enemy jet. “I think someone owes me a beer.” Changing things up“Don’t push your luck. Once we are done here I think you will owe me a beer.” “Oh really you want to make that bet again?” “You of all people should know boy that I love to live dangerously.” “Dangerously?….I don’t know if there is anything more dangerous than this.” Forsmith became unsettled with the sudden uncomfortable wimper from foster. Again he remembered what it would end up and nowhere good. “No Foster whatever you do I’m going to assure you everything will be alright. Just stay with me.” Foster listened and got back into formation. Although he thought that all was well Forsmith heard some murmurs from his friend about his family and his home. Forsmith to thought of his home and his family. How His mother survived through the war only to suddenly collapse and die. His brother was never seen again and one day Forsmith looked into the mirror of his broken home and realized that he was the last man of his family. The last to carry the name forsmith into living memory. But he wasn’t going to let that happen. No jets nor missiles would steal humanities future away. Like going away from a trail forsmith made a rapid turn and flew to rapidly take down the enemy jet with no regard to his survival. Suddenly he felt a shock and a violent gust of wind. He had felt it before and knew what it was. He knew that his own side had resorted to obliterating a polish city to stop the Warsaw pack advance. At this moment Forsmith remembered what he thought the first time he heard the news; A seal had been opened. Foster screamed at the news and ignoring the enemy turned around and headed back west. Despite the radios demanding him to turn around Foster did not deter from his course. Forsmith knew what would happen next. He repressed the memory but it came clear as day. The radio would tell him to kill Foster and then he will obey. All of their friendship didn’t matter at the moment. It didn’t alter the decision to open the small capsule overlaying the button and pressing it with all of his might. Most importantly which he regretted was that he pressed the button without hesitation. This time when the radios instructed Forsmith to kill his best friend. They partner which helped him all the way from the first day of being part of the Air Force and now. He wasn’t going to betray his friend this time. He turned on his radio and said to the commander to “go to hell.” Shocked the commander shouted “If you disobey a direct order than you will be marked as a traitor.” With a smirk on his fact Forsmith responded “if protecting my friend is being a traitor than I’m the worst traitor. And if you want me dead than come and get me!” Suddenly all of the jets turned on Forsmith and foster and began firing without any regard. Forsmith dodged the attacks and went on to take on the collective air forces of the east and the west. To his surprise he managed to take down many jet fighters. Despite running low on ammunition he learned how to use resource’s sparingly and use them effectively to take down multiple enemies. Foster still flew away asking his friend what he was doing. Forsmith responded by saying he was protecting him so that they could see Foster’s family again. There was many close calls but he saw that the number of enemy aircraft began to dwindle. The rage of the commander nearly blew Forsmith’s ears off but he laughed that despite everything going against him he was making the right decision. He was fighting for the righteous cause that could endure through any storm. Even the storm which turned the clouds red with fury and the ground shook as the very earth collapsed. The wind blew in a thousand miles and faster than the speed of stormy waves. When all of the ammunition ran out and the jet was being surrounded Forsmith believed that all was lost. He for a while worried how Foster would survive the dead world. That he failed until he saw the jets near him exploded in a blaze of glory. For the second time in the day Foster had arrived at the right place at the right time. The clouds began to clear up and the ashes of war disappeared and with that Forsmith cheered that he had won. He did what he believed was impossible and defied everyone to save the world. Both alone Forsmith instructed his friend to meet them at a barn house nearby and they can discuss on everything. Foster did as he was told and they found a gigantic wooden barn house which Forsmith had a sense of familiarity. Landing adjacent to the barn house Forsmith got out of his cockpit and went towards foster jet to give him another embrace. Foster opened his cockpit heavily breathing and covered in sweat. Taking a deep breath Foster looked up and said “Thank you!” A confrontation“I promised that I would be there till the end.” “I knew you would protect me..I knew you would protect me.” “Don’t worry. There is no need to worry. Just let me get yo-“. A flash of green energy hit Foster right in the chest causing him to scream at the top of his lungs. “I am disappointed in you Forsmith. I thought that you were strong enough to do what needed to be done. But instead you are protecting this..traitor?” Forsmith turned to see that Sombra was right by the Barn house ready to tear both Forsmith and Foster apart. Enraged Forsmith spoke out “A traitor. He is just a young boy. He has a family. He deserved to live.” “Did you forget what he did? That he was given a order to defend and he became a coward.” “What do you know about order and duty? You have enslaved thousands and-“ “My slaves were used for a great purpose but what about the people of Britain? Foster could’ve saved them had he not deserted. Tell me how many did Foster enslave with his cowardness to die?” Forsmith screamed in anger and charged at Sombra with his knife and suddenly the clear skies were covered with blood colored skies. The grass ignited in flames and the silence of the wind were conquered by the sounds of sirens and collective panic. Sombra stomped the ground causing a small earthquake forcing forsmith to fly back. Forsmith pulled out his gun and began firing at the tyrant. The fires around the barn grew in size and changed from a orange to a hot green. The clouds turned purple and from it came hail. None of it stopped Forsmith from trying to prove Sombra wrong. He thought of what Loma told him earlier that to be patient and march on was victory in of itself. When he first heard her say it he accepted it and with every piece of hell flying towards him he became stronger that was until he thought of his home and family. He remembered his home of Inverness burned to the ground. It’s proud people now trying to survive the war. They searched without any sense of pride everywhere for the smallest amounts of food. Innocent men women and even children put to death by those who tried to restore order. All of the bad luck of which Forsmith thought that could’ve been prevented had Foster stayed loyal. Thinking of him in the dark ruins of his home under a fire made him resent how easy Foster got it. Foster didn’t have to suffer seeing the end of civilization, the end of his family or the destruction of everything his loved. Forsmith lived through a nightmare because he thought was because of hope. As he fought Sombra he began to believe that it was because Sombra was right. It wasn’t hope but his knowledge that accepting his role as a soldier had kept him alive. Hope caused him to be reckless and only made things worse. It caused Foster to flee and caused unknown destruction which could’ve been prevented. It prevented Loma glass from seeing the clear picture of how capturing Sombra would create anarchy. And Forsmith like a child was fighting the truth. He obeyed orders and now when it mattered he was going to throw it all away? No..he did so much just to survive. Just for society could survive but did Loma or Foster appreciate it? No of course not! There was only one person who knew what must be done and it was Sombra. Shameful Forsmith lowered his weapon and turned around. Selling your soulWith the rage still built up he realized that it wasn’t sombra he was angry at but it was angry at the traitor. He slowly walked up to Foster’s jet and pointed the gun at his friend’s head. He heard the young man scream “no please don’t do this! I have a family! I don’t want so die.” The same things Foster said when Forsmith turned his jet to shoot down Foster’s plane. None of it mattered now. He was a traitor and now he was going to beg for his life. The idea nearly caused Forsmith to laugh out loud but he stopped when he heard another voice. “Forsmith don’t do this! You are stronger than this. You said it yourself that Foster doesn’t have to die. Don’t let the tyrant control you!” The voice belonged to Loma glass but Forsmith did not listen. She was just a idealist no different than a child wanted the world to be made out of candy. Without any hesitation and with the knowledge that the man Forsmith was about to kill was his best friend Forsmith fired his gun and his mind collapsed. Everything went back to the moment when Forsmith pushed the button launching the missile towards Foster’s jet. He heard again as if it were the first time the screams of his friend burning alive and suddenly silenced as the indulged jet fell onto the earth. A few moments later Forsmith’s jet ran out of power and his own jet began to fall. He tried to launch his parachute but the damage done by the dog fight earlier made that impossible. Forsmith used the steering joystick to aim the jet into a barn house. He moved and crashed landed inside the Barn house miraculously not causing the structure to collapse. Woken up he felt the blood gushing from his body and heard the screams of his friend. He saw with dust covering his eyes the glass of his window broken into a thousand pieces and a arch stabbing his left leg. He tried to move out as if he up from a uncomfortable seat. However his straps refused to let him go. His arms frozen in place on the jet and his legs stuck. The only part Forsmith could only turn his head to the left watching a bright mushroom cloud of green and purple overcome the sky. The wind of a thousand tornadoes blew their fury over the barn house and the towns nearby. Forsmith mentally screamed worrying this his doom was close at hand. But as the fire engulfed the Barnyard he found himself inside the circular room and facing a small mirror. He got up to fell his old and tired body again. The guards were gone and the water which once surrounded the mirror was dried up. Slowly getting up Forsmith felt no anger towards Sombra for what had happened. Instead he walked in a non threatening manner and bowed down. “Forgive me for being let astray.” “I indeed do forgive you so long as you name my your king and master.” Sombra pulled out this knife with the faded expression “never go to hell alone.” And gave it to forsmith. Taking the knife he sliced his piece of his arm and swore allegiance to the tyrant and the master of fear. EpilogueThe documentarian looked up from her notes and saw the like the last other episodes that the viewership increased during the show. Nearly about to fall asleep she drank a bit of coffee and began her epilogue. “From that day forward Charles Forsmith swore allegiance to King sombra and the dark empire in hopes that no living creature could forget their place. Sombra tasked him with tracking down a artifact known as the key which was believed to turn the tide of the Equestrian Crystal war. However he failed to take it from the two royal sisters and for his failure he was taken into the future. There he would make alliances with the descendants of Loma Glass’s ideals which you would know them as the sunflowers. Forsmith allied with those who were convinced that the key would protect their organization and ideology from Equestria so they made a project to track it down. The efforts would take Forsmith to the second biggest war before the war that destroyed human civilization. They would force him to murder Artshine and his ideology to be questioned by Artshine’s own son. I managed to find this recording which tells the tale.” Despite the poor audio quality Forsmith’s Scottish accent could be heard as long as a young male Equestrian accent could be heard. “I know this is difficult to explain to you boy but everything I have done is for the world to be preserved.” “Preserved? You aligned yourself with some tyrant from a thousand years ago so that you could enslave the world.” “Humanity has proven itself it can’t be trusted with great power. Only those born with it know how to use it without blowing themselves up.” “But still don’t you feel any bit of shame about lying to me about this. I thought we were fighting for a better future,” “We are Boy. It’s just that we must be ready to pay the price for that.” “Is that what you told my dad?” “He was just like you and like fos-“ “Like who?” “Like who?” The tape grew silent until there was audible bumps and struggle. “What are you doing?!” “This is for your own good boy. Sto-. Stop struggling.” That was the end of the tape and with that the Documentarian said a good night to the audience and ended the broadcast. Reflection through the rainIt was a rainy night. One of which was the documentarian’s favorite times. And this could not have come at a better time for her third episode was about to go live and she had nearly a million listeners patiently waiting for what was about to go next. To be honest she was a little shaken up and nervous how she got so much attention in so short of time. She was scared that was was going to be evicted a few months ago and now she was worried about how to keep the pressure from being famous would bring. She got back to the preparations first by feeding the dog, eating a small bar and got ready her script and props for the event. Then she did a check on her computer and microphone and found that just like last time everything was working how it should. She got up and stretched up and turned on the live broadcast. “Good evening everypony and welcome back to our show. In the first episode I explored what the former Minister of magic Artshine was willing to do to protect his son and later how Rudolf’s inaction and opportunism caused him to allow a hateful regime to rise. But now we focus on another subject. One who has been the bane of bounty hunters and government officials everywhere. He was a agent of the famous Royal Air Force in the final war of humanity and became a agent of the evil king sombra. In this episode of duty we explore how a man of the modern Royal Air Force capitulated to the fears of what he believed was a primitive medieval king. His name would be forever immortalized as a butcher of Russia and a thief of the crystal empire. But his given name from his mother and family was Charles Forsmith.” Back in actionUnlike the expected image of a tired and war torn poodle dog with one leg that was Charles forsmith was his old reflection of what he once was. What he dreamed of for years and what he deemed was the true face of himself. “Yes…Forsmith…You are doing well. Keep staring into the mirror and it shall set you free!” Suddenly the young RAF pilot jumped out of the mirror and phased through the tired and war torn poodle dog. His body refused to defend itself and the mind began to collapse from the rising water and the laughter beginning again. The next moment he woke up at 5 a.m sharp. Everyone groaned that there was another day to be had and Forsmith was no exception. He got up from his bed and began to feel strange. The aches from getting up were gone and he felt thick hair on his head. Upon looking at his arms he saw that they were thick and filled with muscle mass. He got up into the mirror in near excitement and saw that he was the young and ambitious piglet that he once was..no what he is! Despite it 5 in the mourning it felt as if he could run to the moon and back. He screamed yes and went back to his bed to check his belongings before he felt a tap on his shoulder. “What are you so excited about then? Are they actually serving real food for breakfast?” Said a thick Northumbrian accent. Forsmith turned around that it was no one else but William foster. It was as if he wish for the past decades were nothing but a nightmare. But now from the joy came confusion as how did this all happen. Was the end of the world just a dream, foster’s death or what about that resistance against king Sombra? Or could he just blame it all on a case of mixing up too many drinks. Forsmith ignored his friend’s question and went back to the mirror to look at his younger self. Sure enough the young ambitions with no evidence of war on his face stared back and King Sombra.
PrologueCharles Forsmith after many years was about to conduct a mission or what he had been told the most important he had even taken. He found himself inside the heart of a entire empire and tasked with capturing its king and holding him for ransom. It was easy enough for Forsmith as he easily infiltrated the palace and disguised himself as a nameless slave. He got a plate of food and walked around the hallways lit up by purple flames. The guards stared daggers at him which Forsmith was convinced that is they could kill he would be dead a thousand times already. One came up to him and attempted to trip him over but he managed to dodge the attempt and make eye contact with the guard. Without missing the beat the guard shouted “The demonstration is that way. So make yourself useful and go there before I have you killed.” Forsmith was about to respond with a sarcastic comment but decided that silent was his only ally here. So he did what he was told and walked through the hallways, following the guards direction and found himself in front of gigantic wooden doors. The guards there gave the same killings stares and then looked at each other. The one on Forsmith’s left sighed and whispered “I did it last time”. The other one responded “I know but I had a hard day last night.” “That’s what you said last time.” “Are you going to open the door for the useless slave or not?” “Fine…but you owe me.” The guard on the left begrudgingly opened the doors to reveal a crowd of well dressed ponies making small talk laughing. All the while depressed and chained up ponies served the guests drinks and food and slowly walked to get more supplies. Forsmith took a deep breath and got ready for the second stage of his plan. He raised his plate and served the other guests and looked around for the king. He regretted of course that he push the mastermind of the plan Loma Glass what the king looked like. “Trust me. You will know him when you see him.” She said with confidence which was easy to say since there was no risk when making plans. Executing them however in the middle of a palace full of guards and a bunch of entitled royals was surprisingly much more difficult. For moments on end he served drinks and food getting irritated as time passed as he target did not present himself until everyone went silent to the sound of a spoon tapping on glass. All including the slaves turned and faced the tall and grey stallion in his famous red cape as he magically placed the glass down. In a authoritative voice the well dressed stallion began to address his audience. “Good evening my loyal subjects. I am glad all members of the dark council from all over the land was able to come and see our new developments. Developments which will ensure our victory over our Equestrian enemies down south and ensure our reign for eternity.” The room was silent and even Forsmith was intrigued by the announcement. “Our enemies for quite some time have had air superiority with the griffon kingdom on their side and the knights of order giving them the advantage. It was believed that this will be that was for the rest of the war but I say to you this is a temporary setback. A setback that will turn into a opportunity once we unleash our new assets onto the world. My great Air Force has arrived to beat our enemies in the skies. Behold the umbra legions shall rule the skies.” The announcer dramatically stood up and raised his hooves up. Outside the windows were fireworks and then a dozen or so Pegasus in thick armor flew in ceremonial fashion. Forsmith nearly laughed at the sight. He chuckled at how slow this Air Force was compared to what he had seen. What he had flown a long time ago. From the HMS Invincible Forsmith jumped into his aircraft ready to respond to the threat laid not only to the carrier but to his home nation The British empire. He got into the cockpit and took a small glance at the other jet where his friend William foster was already ready to go. Forsmith was nearby about to jump out of his jet as this was his first mission. He had been gruesomely training in Sheffield and now he got his wings. A soldier on the left of Foster’s and Forsmith’s plane signaled for them to take off. Both accelerated over the aircraft and soon found themselves flying over the southern Atlantic. Despite being in the model before Forsmith could not believe that he was flying such a vehicle and how fast he was going. He screamed “yeah!” Until he learned that everyone was listening.” Within a few minutes of silence The team encountered another jet from the enemy. The once who believed that they could pick a fight for Forsmith and foster of all people. As both saw the Argentinian jet came flying over the ocean Forsmith took the initiative. Surely the others wouldn’t mind he thought? He trained for years and this simple enemy jet was no match for the British Royal Air Force. Remembering how fast his jet could go made Forsmith smiled in a gleam of joy. Nearly laughing how this dark Air Force wouldn’t even beat his jet on their best day on his worst day. None of the other party goers and even King Sombra smiled with pride. There was talk amount the crowd of how Equestria and their light and idealism would be the death of them. The hard times were over for the dark empires he heard and worse was that the war would come to a close. Each comment became more absurd than the last. Once Sombra’s speech was over he got off and went to talk with some of the guests but not before bowing to the heavy cheering and clapping the crowd created. Smiling more than he did before Forsmith found his opportunity and he was not going to waste it. He refilled his glasses and cleaned up his bottle and walked up to the tryrant which had caused so much trouble for the people who helped him. The plan was to to use a magic stopper on King Sombra and take him for hostage and in estrange let all of the slaves go. Loma glass the poodle dog which had helped Forsmith came up with the plan and it seemed good at first. But as he made his sets he began to realize how terrible it was. Even if it worked he thought the guards would stop him and just to let him go after what he has done and will do; that just couldn’t happen. Forsmith knew what Sombra was planning and it could not continue. Sombra had to be punished. Sombra had to die. Instead of pulling out the magic blocker, he pulled out from his pocket a small pocket knife and flipped it open. He quietly put down the tray and the drinks and began to swirl towards the tyrant. Just as a guard shouted for him to pick up the tray Forsmith ran towards Sombra and grabbed his neck. With all his might he forced Sombra to face him and with the knife on his right hand He stabbed Sombra right below his chin. The taste and smell of blood nearly intoxicated him upon how he had killed a tyrant with his bare hands but his small celebration was interrupted with laughter. Looking at Sombra He saw that his knife which was once stuck inside Sombra’s chin was pulled out covered in blood. The laughter grew louder and louder as the wound heal and distracted Forsmith enough to not realize that his only weapon had been impaled on his body. Desperate he went to choke Sombra with all of his strength but the laughter did not stop. Instead of fear in the Tyrant’s eyes there was pure hilarity and joy. Suddenly Forsmith found himself in his jet overwhelmed with the sound of the mad laughter. The Argentinian threat had managed to slip through Foster and Forsmith and bombed the HMS invincible. He saw in a flash the explosion from the ship and all the dead which his recklessness caused. And then another flash in his mind, the same laughter over a gigantic clouds erupting from a decimation of entire cities. A mushroom cloud followed by wind more powerful than any Forsmith had seen before. He had felt the pain of guilt, being burned and blown away by the wind and then the stabbing of his chest. Unable to take it all he screamed for the laughter to stop but it did not. While it got louder to plague his mind he began to hear his friends and family shout out his name in anger in rage of what he had done.
Broken prideA rat fleeing from a stiff motion woke Forsmith up. He found himself on a hard floor behind thick metal bars. He stretched his body and slowly got up and felt a tight fitting collar on his neck. Getting up as if he had a hangover he asked what happened. The last few weeks of his life had felt like a dream. Falling asleep from the dead world he called his home to seeing another nightmare. The one who caused this nightmare unbenounced to Forsmith was on the other side of the cell. “You are late. I expected you to arrive to my palace weeks ago.” “What? What are yo-“ “And I thought that decades of death would’ve prevented you from…trying to capture me!” Forsmith got up ignoring the ache of his back and neck and fixated his gaze on Sombra. “You think I’m just going to hold a tyrant like you for ransom. You deserve to die for what you’ve done.” “Everypony and everybody commits acts which deserves death. But forsmith you’ve forgotten that death is not to be given cheaply like a slap on the wrist.” “Wait! How did you know my name?” “I’ve been watching you for a long time. How do you think you came to this place from Earth? Or what remains of it.” “And let me guess you want me to join you? I want you dead and the slaves to live freely.” “This naïvety of yours won’t do you any favors. It never has and never will.” “That’s were you’re wrong. The hope for a better world is what kept me alive all these years and it’s tyrants like you that ruin everything.” “Looks like this resistance has damaged my goods. Guards take our guest to the mirror. I have work to do.” “Yes sir!” One guard opened the cell and the other walked in grabbing Forsmith by his metal collar and forced him to follow Sombra. There were other cells upon their walk with other depressed creatures who’s bodies watched the moving party while their minds were destroyed. Forsmith paid close attention to the hallways looking for cracked holes or for any locks which appeared to be rusted. But whenever he looked too close at one the guard behind him would push him and say “Walk faster”. The hallways grew wider and cleaner and then they party entered a circular room with a mirror in its center. “What is this some party trick? Is it going to make me look like a robot or something?” “Nothing like that my friend.” “I..am..not..your..friend.” “And neither is that mirror one for party tricks. This helps me fix my broken goods and makes them useful.” “How? By giving them a good haircut?” “Why don’t you find out for yourself. I want you to look into the mirror and stare at what it shows you.” “So..you want me to reflect on how I was bad for trying to kill you.” “I can’t say for sure but to make it simple the mirror shows…the truth.” “Fine I will look at your stupid mirror. It’s not like I have a choice anyways.” “Good choice. Guards..release him!” “Sir are you..” “Do as I say!” “My apologies your highness.” The guards opened up the chains and walked up to the wooden door. Nearly about to laugh Forsmith slowly walked up to the mirror and found that surrounding it was a warm body of water. As he got closer he felt the water begin to rise and his mind to give in. He wanted to stare at sombra and ask him what was going on but his body rebelled and walked up to the warrior as if his brain was no longer in control. Once he got to the mirror and the water was at knee height forsmith was shocked by what he saw. What faced him was not the tired poodle dog beaten and scared by the tight chains but…him! A young in a Royal Air Force uniform with chestnut and wavy hair stared back at him.
The last war played againHe screamed and nearly punched the mirror in shock but was blocked by Foster. “Charles are you alright? Don’t tell me your reflection decided to leave ya.” “Uh..It was nothing. I thought I saw a fly.” “So you screamed nearly waking everyone up? Didn’t you tell me last night that the Scots had no fears?” Forsmith stared back at the mirror and saw only him and his old friend or young friend Foster who at the moment tapped on Forsmith’s shoulder. Turning back he smiled and gave Foster a bear hug embracing the sight of his friend. “It’s nothing it’s just nice to see you again. After all these years.” “Forsmith?” “I just woke up from a nightmare. A terrible nightmare and all I want is to embrace the real world.” “Oh..I don’t mean to disappoint you but there is not much you can do here. Being here in West Germany waiting for the soviets to kill us.” Forsmith smiled letting go of Foster and went to his chest to see all of his items was there. Even his grandfather’s pocket watch and the same switchblade he used to stab Sombra. He stared seeing that all of his former faded stuff was in good condition including the knife’s inscription “Never go to hell alone.” He slowly put on his old uniform enjoying feeling his hair and staring at possessions which details even he forgot about. Then just as he put his watch his ears drummed and his eyes widen from the alarm. The entire room flashed to red and the other pilots jumped out upon the change of scenery. A robotic voice came over the intercoms causing everyone inside to move out “Attack Warning Red.” Forsmith ran out with foster as memories came back of the day everything changed. When the world burned. He thought it can’t be. He just woke up, got a second chance now he was back just to suffer again. His stomach shrank and his mind became fire as he stared and listened to the alarms and red flashes. He remembered everything that happened afterwards of what would happen next. The collective starvation and death of Earth itself. Was he doomed to repeat it? It can’t be? He closed his eyes and placed his hands on his ears screaming no. He didn’t want to go through it again. He was not going to face this day again! Yet there he was. His eyes opened and the flashes continued as long with the robotic voice “attack warning red.” He saw from the opposite side Sombra shaking his head in shame at Forsmith’s act of fear. Before Sombra could say anything Foster ran back and gestured Forsmith to get up. “What the hell are you doing? The Russians are attacking us.” Forsmith slowly got up and ran towards his friends and headed outside to the airstrip. Jets screamed with fiery engines and everyone around ran as if it was the end of the world. Well only Forsmith knew that it was the end of the world. Everyone there knew that fate of the world. That they were the last Generation and that the attack on the Russians was going to be the last. Forsmith remembered why he followed along. Why he and still now ran towards his jet like he did before and took off into the sky. “They are all dead. But they acted as they were supposed to. You did the same.” Said the tyrant with no concern of the situation at hand. “But they are all dead. Foster will die to.” “They are soldiers. That is what they do. They die. I don’t see why you are fighting me on this. You know this is the truth. “Are you blind? They are human beings. The ones you enslaved are living creatures beyond their purpose.” “Forsmith what are you doing? It’s now or never.” “Oh sorry. It’s that…I’m still thinking about my nightmare.” “If we don’t do something than the nightmare will become real.” “Nightmare…real?” Forsmith slapped himself and thought how he didn’t think of it before. He can stop the war and save Foster’s life. He remembered at that moment a conversation with his grandfather about how people choose their fates and no one else. And if that was true than that means that he could stop the war. He figured that he was given a rare opportunity to change the unchangeable. To alter the very course of history and who was he to waste it. He smirked and told Foster that he doesn’t know what is going on but he was going to make everything better. Just as they were flying their jets to confront the Russian armies who for decades had been planning for this day. A few moments passed and the cloudy skies of Western Europe turned dark with enemy aircraft flying in massive formations. Forsmith, Foster and the other members of the Royal Air Force did not stir or flee at the sight. As both sides stared at each other Forsmith made a promise to Loma glass that he won’t let Foster die. He will prove that life wasn’t just their purpose. To him it wasn’t about the Stars and Stripes, Union Jack or Hammer and Sickle. This was all about saving life itself and their liberty to live. This was about making his parents proud, Foster proud and Loma glass proud. He was going to show those on all sides this day that life was not to be controlled but to be embraced. Sombra and all of his kind will be proven wrong this day. The silence which would never repeat again broke when a missile was fired from the ground. No one knew where it came from but it caused both east and west to begin their attacks on each other. Forsmith and foster stayed close making sure that neither got shot down. Like deja vu Forsmith could remember the sights, smells and even the motions he made in his jet. In the first few minutes he made efforts to protect his friends and attacking the enemy then they got too ambitions. He could still feel the presence of the tyrant watching close by in shame and anxiously waiting for what to happen next. For a moment Forsmith was distracted to allow some bullets to strike his cockpit. His jet would’ve been blown to bits had Foster did not appear behind and shot down the enemy jet. “I think someone owes me a beer.”
Changing things up“Don’t push your luck. Once we are done here I think you will owe me a beer.” “Oh really you want to make that bet again?” “You of all people should know boy that I love to live dangerously.” “Dangerously?….I don’t know if there is anything more dangerous than this.” Forsmith became unsettled with the sudden uncomfortable wimper from foster. Again he remembered what it would end up and nowhere good. “No Foster whatever you do I’m going to assure you everything will be alright. Just stay with me.” Foster listened and got back into formation. Although he thought that all was well Forsmith heard some murmurs from his friend about his family and his home. Forsmith to thought of his home and his family. How His mother survived through the war only to suddenly collapse and die. His brother was never seen again and one day Forsmith looked into the mirror of his broken home and realized that he was the last man of his family. The last to carry the name forsmith into living memory. But he wasn’t going to let that happen. No jets nor missiles would steal humanities future away. Like going away from a trail forsmith made a rapid turn and flew to rapidly take down the enemy jet with no regard to his survival. Suddenly he felt a shock and a violent gust of wind. He had felt it before and knew what it was. He knew that his own side had resorted to obliterating a polish city to stop the Warsaw pack advance. At this moment Forsmith remembered what he thought the first time he heard the news; A seal had been opened. Foster screamed at the news and ignoring the enemy turned around and headed back west. Despite the radios demanding him to turn around Foster did not deter from his course. Forsmith knew what would happen next. He repressed the memory but it came clear as day. The radio would tell him to kill Foster and then he will obey. All of their friendship didn’t matter at the moment. It didn’t alter the decision to open the small capsule overlaying the button and pressing it with all of his might. Most importantly which he regretted was that he pressed the button without hesitation. This time when the radios instructed Forsmith to kill his best friend. They partner which helped him all the way from the first day of being part of the Air Force and now. He wasn’t going to betray his friend this time. He turned on his radio and said to the commander to “go to hell.” Shocked the commander shouted “If you disobey a direct order than you will be marked as a traitor.” With a smirk on his fact Forsmith responded “if protecting my friend is being a traitor than I’m the worst traitor. And if you want me dead than come and get me!” Suddenly all of the jets turned on Forsmith and foster and began firing without any regard. Forsmith dodged the attacks and went on to take on the collective air forces of the east and the west. To his surprise he managed to take down many jet fighters. Despite running low on ammunition he learned how to use resource’s sparingly and use them effectively to take down multiple enemies. Foster still flew away asking his friend what he was doing. Forsmith responded by saying he was protecting him so that they could see Foster’s family again. There was many close calls but he saw that the number of enemy aircraft began to dwindle. The rage of the commander nearly blew Forsmith’s ears off but he laughed that despite everything going against him he was making the right decision. He was fighting for the righteous cause that could endure through any storm. Even the storm which turned the clouds red with fury and the ground shook as the very earth collapsed. The wind blew in a thousand miles and faster than the speed of stormy waves. When all of the ammunition ran out and the jet was being surrounded Forsmith believed that all was lost. He for a while worried how Foster would survive the dead world. That he failed until he saw the jets near him exploded in a blaze of glory. For the second time in the day Foster had arrived at the right place at the right time. The clouds began to clear up and the ashes of war disappeared and with that Forsmith cheered that he had won. He did what he believed was impossible and defied everyone to save the world. Both alone Forsmith instructed his friend to meet them at a barn house nearby and they can discuss on everything. Foster did as he was told and they found a gigantic wooden barn house which Forsmith had a sense of familiarity. Landing adjacent to the barn house Forsmith got out of his cockpit and went towards foster jet to give him another embrace. Foster opened his cockpit heavily breathing and covered in sweat. Taking a deep breath Foster looked up and said “Thank you!”
A confrontation“I promised that I would be there till the end.” “I knew you would protect me..I knew you would protect me.” “Don’t worry. There is no need to worry. Just let me get yo-“. A flash of green energy hit Foster right in the chest causing him to scream at the top of his lungs. “I am disappointed in you Forsmith. I thought that you were strong enough to do what needed to be done. But instead you are protecting this..traitor?” Forsmith turned to see that Sombra was right by the Barn house ready to tear both Forsmith and Foster apart. Enraged Forsmith spoke out “A traitor. He is just a young boy. He has a family. He deserved to live.” “Did you forget what he did? That he was given a order to defend and he became a coward.” “What do you know about order and duty? You have enslaved thousands and-“ “My slaves were used for a great purpose but what about the people of Britain? Foster could’ve saved them had he not deserted. Tell me how many did Foster enslave with his cowardness to die?” Forsmith screamed in anger and charged at Sombra with his knife and suddenly the clear skies were covered with blood colored skies. The grass ignited in flames and the silence of the wind were conquered by the sounds of sirens and collective panic. Sombra stomped the ground causing a small earthquake forcing forsmith to fly back. Forsmith pulled out his gun and began firing at the tyrant. The fires around the barn grew in size and changed from a orange to a hot green. The clouds turned purple and from it came hail. None of it stopped Forsmith from trying to prove Sombra wrong. He thought of what Loma told him earlier that to be patient and march on was victory in of itself. When he first heard her say it he accepted it and with every piece of hell flying towards him he became stronger that was until he thought of his home and family. He remembered his home of Inverness burned to the ground. It’s proud people now trying to survive the war. They searched without any sense of pride everywhere for the smallest amounts of food. Innocent men women and even children put to death by those who tried to restore order. All of the bad luck of which Forsmith thought that could’ve been prevented had Foster stayed loyal. Thinking of him in the dark ruins of his home under a fire made him resent how easy Foster got it. Foster didn’t have to suffer seeing the end of civilization, the end of his family or the destruction of everything his loved. Forsmith lived through a nightmare because he thought was because of hope. As he fought Sombra he began to believe that it was because Sombra was right. It wasn’t hope but his knowledge that accepting his role as a soldier had kept him alive. Hope caused him to be reckless and only made things worse. It caused Foster to flee and caused unknown destruction which could’ve been prevented. It prevented Loma glass from seeing the clear picture of how capturing Sombra would create anarchy. And Forsmith like a child was fighting the truth. He obeyed orders and now when it mattered he was going to throw it all away? No..he did so much just to survive. Just for society could survive but did Loma or Foster appreciate it? No of course not! There was only one person who knew what must be done and it was Sombra. Shameful Forsmith lowered his weapon and turned around.
Selling your soulWith the rage still built up he realized that it wasn’t sombra he was angry at but it was angry at the traitor. He slowly walked up to Foster’s jet and pointed the gun at his friend’s head. He heard the young man scream “no please don’t do this! I have a family! I don’t want so die.” The same things Foster said when Forsmith turned his jet to shoot down Foster’s plane. None of it mattered now. He was a traitor and now he was going to beg for his life. The idea nearly caused Forsmith to laugh out loud but he stopped when he heard another voice. “Forsmith don’t do this! You are stronger than this. You said it yourself that Foster doesn’t have to die. Don’t let the tyrant control you!” The voice belonged to Loma glass but Forsmith did not listen. She was just a idealist no different than a child wanted the world to be made out of candy. Without any hesitation and with the knowledge that the man Forsmith was about to kill was his best friend Forsmith fired his gun and his mind collapsed. Everything went back to the moment when Forsmith pushed the button launching the missile towards Foster’s jet. He heard again as if it were the first time the screams of his friend burning alive and suddenly silenced as the indulged jet fell onto the earth. A few moments later Forsmith’s jet ran out of power and his own jet began to fall. He tried to launch his parachute but the damage done by the dog fight earlier made that impossible. Forsmith used the steering joystick to aim the jet into a barn house. He moved and crashed landed inside the Barn house miraculously not causing the structure to collapse. Woken up he felt the blood gushing from his body and heard the screams of his friend. He saw with dust covering his eyes the glass of his window broken into a thousand pieces and a arch stabbing his left leg. He tried to move out as if he up from a uncomfortable seat. However his straps refused to let him go. His arms frozen in place on the jet and his legs stuck. The only part Forsmith could only turn his head to the left watching a bright mushroom cloud of green and purple overcome the sky. The wind of a thousand tornadoes blew their fury over the barn house and the towns nearby. Forsmith mentally screamed worrying this his doom was close at hand. But as the fire engulfed the Barnyard he found himself inside the circular room and facing a small mirror. He got up to fell his old and tired body again. The guards were gone and the water which once surrounded the mirror was dried up. Slowly getting up Forsmith felt no anger towards Sombra for what had happened. Instead he walked in a non threatening manner and bowed down. “Forgive me for being let astray.” “I indeed do forgive you so long as you name my your king and master.” Sombra pulled out this knife with the faded expression “never go to hell alone.” And gave it to forsmith. Taking the knife he sliced his piece of his arm and swore allegiance to the tyrant and the master of fear.
EpilogueThe documentarian looked up from her notes and saw the like the last other episodes that the viewership increased during the show. Nearly about to fall asleep she drank a bit of coffee and began her epilogue. “From that day forward Charles Forsmith swore allegiance to King sombra and the dark empire in hopes that no living creature could forget their place. Sombra tasked him with tracking down a artifact known as the key which was believed to turn the tide of the Equestrian Crystal war. However he failed to take it from the two royal sisters and for his failure he was taken into the future. There he would make alliances with the descendants of Loma Glass’s ideals which you would know them as the sunflowers. Forsmith allied with those who were convinced that the key would protect their organization and ideology from Equestria so they made a project to track it down. The efforts would take Forsmith to the second biggest war before the war that destroyed human civilization. They would force him to murder Artshine and his ideology to be questioned by Artshine’s own son. I managed to find this recording which tells the tale.” Despite the poor audio quality Forsmith’s Scottish accent could be heard as long as a young male Equestrian accent could be heard. “I know this is difficult to explain to you boy but everything I have done is for the world to be preserved.” “Preserved? You aligned yourself with some tyrant from a thousand years ago so that you could enslave the world.” “Humanity has proven itself it can’t be trusted with great power. Only those born with it know how to use it without blowing themselves up.” “But still don’t you feel any bit of shame about lying to me about this. I thought we were fighting for a better future,” “We are Boy. It’s just that we must be ready to pay the price for that.” “Is that what you told my dad?” “He was just like you and like fos-“ “Like who?” “Like who?” The tape grew silent until there was audible bumps and struggle. “What are you doing?!” “This is for your own good boy. Sto-. Stop struggling.” That was the end of the tape and with that the Documentarian said a good night to the audience and ended the broadcast.
Reflection through the rainIt was a rainy night. One of which was the documentarian’s favorite times. And this could not have come at a better time for her third episode was about to go live and she had nearly a million listeners patiently waiting for what was about to go next. To be honest she was a little shaken up and nervous how she got so much attention in so short of time. She was scared that was was going to be evicted a few months ago and now she was worried about how to keep the pressure from being famous would bring. She got back to the preparations first by feeding the dog, eating a small bar and got ready her script and props for the event. Then she did a check on her computer and microphone and found that just like last time everything was working how it should. She got up and stretched up and turned on the live broadcast. “Good evening everypony and welcome back to our show. In the first episode I explored what the former Minister of magic Artshine was willing to do to protect his son and later how Rudolf’s inaction and opportunism caused him to allow a hateful regime to rise. But now we focus on another subject. One who has been the bane of bounty hunters and government officials everywhere. He was a agent of the famous Royal Air Force in the final war of humanity and became a agent of the evil king sombra. In this episode of duty we explore how a man of the modern Royal Air Force capitulated to the fears of what he believed was a primitive medieval king. His name would be forever immortalized as a butcher of Russia and a thief of the crystal empire. But his given name from his mother and family was Charles Forsmith.”
Back in actionUnlike the expected image of a tired and war torn poodle dog with one leg that was Charles forsmith was his old reflection of what he once was. What he dreamed of for years and what he deemed was the true face of himself. “Yes…Forsmith…You are doing well. Keep staring into the mirror and it shall set you free!” Suddenly the young RAF pilot jumped out of the mirror and phased through the tired and war torn poodle dog. His body refused to defend itself and the mind began to collapse from the rising water and the laughter beginning again. The next moment he woke up at 5 a.m sharp. Everyone groaned that there was another day to be had and Forsmith was no exception. He got up from his bed and began to feel strange. The aches from getting up were gone and he felt thick hair on his head. Upon looking at his arms he saw that they were thick and filled with muscle mass. He got up into the mirror in near excitement and saw that he was the young and ambitious piglet that he once was..no what he is! Despite it 5 in the mourning it felt as if he could run to the moon and back. He screamed yes and went back to his bed to check his belongings before he felt a tap on his shoulder. “What are you so excited about then? Are they actually serving real food for breakfast?” Said a thick Northumbrian accent. Forsmith turned around that it was no one else but William foster. It was as if he wish for the past decades were nothing but a nightmare. But now from the joy came confusion as how did this all happen. Was the end of the world just a dream, foster’s death or what about that resistance against king Sombra? Or could he just blame it all on a case of mixing up too many drinks. Forsmith ignored his friend’s question and went back to the mirror to look at his younger self. Sure enough the young ambitions with no evidence of war on his face stared back and King Sombra.
