The Story of Ned Kelly

by Edward Kelly

Rating: everyone
Tags: Random, Adventure, Human
Length: 531

I never thought of myself as a bushranger, most likely to the goverment, but not the people, after the battle at Glenrowan Pub I was sentenced to hang in Melbourne's Penteridge Jail, but at my hanging I was teleported into a strange land called Equestria

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-10-07 21:42:05 UTC

A new beginng at the end

   It was the year 1880, it has been two weeks since the battle of Glenrowan, I swore I knew that armor would hold up and it did, should've probably used leg and arm protection. Anyways, my name is Edward Kelly or as most people know me as Ned Kelly a bushranger in the growing and new Australia. I set here thinking of my life and how the police was a big part of it, it seemed like when something bad happened my family was punished for it. I snapped back into reality and looked around my jail cell, counting down the days till I got hung. I shook my head, smiled and said "8,000 pounds on our heads and we were hunted hard" it was a good run for a gang, 8,000 pounds was a lot of money, I took half of it and the other for murder. The armor I had was pretty strong as well, I would've been dead if it wasn't for it, it was strong for being made out of iron from stolen plows. I would've kept on fighting and would've survived it if it was for Sargent Steel, running up and shooting me, I still kept on fighting while I was down. I looked at the hands of not a murderer, but a hero, then before I could think again a slot opened and a tray of food was handed to me. I was treated fairly well here, either the fact most the workers here thought I was a hero, but the troopers thought I was a cold blooded killer. It was getting fairly dark and I was tired from being in the yard with all the other inmates, they knew I was a hero and I was looked open highly by the inmates. I fluffed my pillow and laid on the mattress of hay and cotton, then pulled the blanket over me and went to sleep.

I was in a colorful world, I knew I was dreaming, but it was so real it was strange. I started walking being slowed down by something, I went to scratch my head and all I heard was a vibrate and clanck. I ran to a lake and I saw was a full suit of armor, I easily took the helmet off and inspected the inside, it was a sorta padded inside with a thick material and the outside was stronger and lighter then steel, it seemed my whole armor attair was made from the metal and the inside was padded along with the thick material. I looked for my weapons, some I knew some that was completely strange. I took the pistol and inspected it, it was my .45-70 cartridge fed Colt Walker revolver, I put it back into the nice leather holster it was in, I took the other pistol out. I wasn't familiar with it, I read the name and it said "LeMat" I heard of this pistol but I never used one. I open the cylandier and there was 9 .44 magnum rounds, I holstered it and there were two guns on my back. One of them