"well, good night Amira, see ya tomorrow" I say as I go to sleep.

...

Wait, I haven't actually freaked out over the events that have transpired today.

I think right now is as good time as any to do that.

WHAT!?!?.

There we go.

"Good night Stark" I hear Amira say near me. Guess she thinks I'm already dozin.

Where was I? Oh yeah, freaking out.

So.. Twilight Sparkle huh? What are the damm chances I'm transported into the show my actual cousin told me about before all of this?

Actual cousin... Right, I told Amira I was Twilight's cousin, and I guess she believed me.

What should I do now?... I guess I'll just commit to the lie I've started, I mean, if I truly am in that pony show David told me about, than it would be in my best interest to not have beef with the fuckin main character right?

Right.

...

Now that I'm thinking about it, this is one fucked up kids show to have slavery in it.

I'll just not think about that for now.

On a different note, I absolutely kicked ass today!!! I didn't even know I could fight like that.

Must have come with the wish I guess.

My armor did get damaged a bit though, my right palm repulsor got scratched when I broke that dudes sword in half, and now i can't use it anymore.

Bummer.

I wonder if I'll get more suits, I mean I've got mark five, but there's so many other suits, am I gonna get any? Or am I just stuck with these two?

Who knows.

I should probably go to sleep, I am gonna be confronting Saddle Arabia's king tomorrow after all.

"That aughta go well" I whisper as I close my eyes and drift to sleep.

I slowly open my eyes, so they can adjust to the bright morning sunlight easier.

Last night's sleep was, alright, at least as good as sleeping on sand gets.

"Good morning" I say to nobody in particular as I look up at the sky.

"Oh, master, your awake" A voice, who I recognized as Amira responds.

I look over to my right, and see Amira standing there with the sword I had taken from one of the guards.

...I think I'm missing something... Oh yeah, she just called me master.

Wait what?

"Master??" I ask as I start standing up. "Where did that come from?"

Amira tilts her head to the side a bit.

"Well, you've done so much for me in such a short amount of time, serving you is the least I can do" Amira tells me.

"And in the case you succeed in this current quest you've thrust yourself upon, I would like to join you in your search for your cousin. Please, master Stark, let me accompany you, I'll help out in every way I can" Amira asks, almost pleadingly.

"Whoa whoa whoa, hold on, two things, first of all, if you think you owe me anything, well you're wrong, because you don't, and second, serve me how?" I ask, a bit flabbergasted.

I mean why wouldn't I be? Amira literally just escaped from being a slave, and now all of a sudden she's calling me master?

It doesn't make that much sense.

And besides, I can't even accept her offer, those practices were abolished after the civil war and are unconstitutional, and I don't want to go against the godamm constitution now do I?

I mean, I'm not even in America anymore but... You know... Morals.

"Well, I would serve you in anything you needed, you would just need to ask, and I would do my best to complete your request" Amira says.

"I would also like to help you out in combat, I feel like I could learn to fight with blades rather quickly, and I want to be able to defend myself and help you out in more dangerous endeavors" She continues.

"Ok, well, um, I'm gonna go ahead and politely decline to the whole servant thing, I ain't your master Amira, all this stuff I'm doing isn't so you can serve me, I'm just doing this because I want to help out, and besides, you don't have to be a slave to be able to accompany me, you could have just asked, I'd be happy to let you come with me" I say as I bend down and grab my helmet, putting it on.

A moment passes before Amira talked again.

"Thank you, master Stark" Amira says as she bows a little.

I literally just said I wasn't her master and yet she still calls me one anyway.

Hopefully this little change isn't permanent...

I let out a small sigh before talking. "Well, c'mon, we should probably get going, Trotgier isn't far now right? I ask as I grab my duffel bag and sling it over my shoulder.

"No, we should arrive shortly" Amira says.

"Great" I say as I start walking.

*/---*/

/---/

Princess Cadence wasn't the happiest mare at the moment, even though she very well should be.

How could she not be happy? I mean, Shining Armor had just proposed to her a week ago, she was certainly happy then.

So why wasn't she happy now?

The answer was simple, instead of being home, planning her wedding with shining like she wanted to be doing right now, she was busy attending political meetings in Saddle Arabia because apparently, she needed to practice her political skills for when she would take a bigger part in ruling Equestria.

"Or maybe auntie's just lazy" Cadence says to herself as she looked over to one of the palace's entrances from her rooms balcony.

It was a good thing she was finally going home today, after one final meeting later of course.

"Hopefully shining's talked to Twilight about this, he's been putting off telling her about our relationship for too long, I don't want twilight to find out the until the wedding" Cadence says.

It was true, Shining Armor was procrastinating on telling his younger sister about it, Cadence would have already told Twilight, but she felt it was better for her brother to tell her.

"If he hasn't told her yet by the time I return, I'll just tell her myself"

Cadence was about to head back inside her room, when she noticed a group of guards approaching the entrance she was currently looking at.

Some of those guards weren't looking so good.

"What happened to them?" Cadence asked herself as she tried to get a closer look at them.

Not being able to see them clearly, she decided to fly down over to them, this could be something big for all she knew.

...

"What happened?" Cadence asked as she landed near the guards.

One of the guards turned his head around to face her.

"Ah, it's just you princess cadenza, you startled me" the guard said as he turned his head forward again. "Apparently these four were attacked during their patrol" the guard said, pointing at the four guards who seemed to be heavily injured.

"Attacked?" Asked Cadence.

'Who would attack the Saddle Arabian Royale guard? From what I know, Saddle Arabia isn't in a conflict with any other kingdom at the moment, and raiders don't get this close to the capital' Cadence thought to herself.

"That's what there saying"

"Do they know who attacked them?"

"There saying they were attacked by somebody who knew powerful combat magic"

"Really?" Asked Cadence, a bit curiously.

'There aren't many unicorns out here, and even if there were, usually only unicorn guards would learn combat magic, so just who did these guards encounter?' Cadence thought to herself.

"Yes, and I can't help but believe them, their injuries speak for themselves"

"Did they find anything out about this individual?"

"No, not much, all they got was his name, and the fact that the prince's prize slave was with him"

Cadence cringed a bit at the last comment, she hated slavery, and she wished it would be abolished here in Saddle Arabia, but from the looks of it, that wouldn't be happening anytime soon.

And from what she's hearing, it seems this mystery stallion has taken the prince's slave as his own.

"And what is the name?" Cadence asked.

"Stark"

"Stark? That's a peculiar name"

"I know"

"Well, do you need any help with the injured?"

"No thank you princess, were fine"

"Alright then" Cadence says as she starts heading back to her rooms balcony.

...

"Hopefully this Stark, won't cause too much trouble" cadence says to herself as she lands on the balcony and heads inside her room.

*/---*/

/---/

"Is that it?" I ask as I see some structures in the distance.

Hopefully it is, I'm tired of all this dam walking, I wanna take a break.

"Yes, that's Trotgier master Stark" Amira says from behind me.

"You know you don't have to call me master right?you can just call me Stark, without the master"

"I don't mind"

Apparently not...

"Well, no use in taking a break now since we're close, so c'mon" I say as I continue walking.

"Alright"

We arrive at the outskirts of the city, and I can see what I'm only assuming is the palace near the middle of said city.

Finally!! After like two days of being out in this fuckin desert, we've finally arrived at Trotgier!

Of course, Trotgier isn't the endgame, I'm just here to kick some kings ass, the endgame is finding Twilight and convincing her I'm family.

Shouldn't be too hard.

"Alright Amira, before we confront the king, let's first go get something to eat" I start saying as I look behind me at Amira.

"And get you some actual clothes and a better blade" I finish.

"Ok, but, I don't really know the layout of the city, so we're going to have to look around for those items" Amira says.

"It shouldn't be too hard, at least for the clothes and food, hopefully we can find them as we go to the palace" I say as I start walking towards it.

"Wait, what if there's guards, and they recognize us? The guards you fought yesterday must have gotten back here if they weren't dead, and they must have told the rest of the royal guard about you" Amira says, stopping me in my tracks.

"Well, let's just hope we don't encounter any until we've at least eaten, and gotten some strength and energy back, and in the case we do, then, I'll probably be able to deal with them"

"Very well master Stark, let's head out" Amira says as she starts walking towards the palace.

Now, I don't really know anything about Saudi Arabia's capital, so I can't really compare it to Saddle Arabia's capital.

But so far, Trotgier kinda sucks.

"You know, I would have expected the capital of a kingdom to look nicer" I tell Amira as we walk through a street.

It was actually a bit crowded, with small stone buildings lining it.

And the people,

...

Horses, were dressed a bit similarly to Amira, not in rags, but it did look like their clothes were very worn out.

"The city works In a wealth system, so the farther away we are from the palace, the poorer the city will be." Amira tells me.

"Oh, and, if you live in these poorer areas, can you visit the richer areas?"

"Usually not"

"Thought so, this is one weird city, capital no less"

"I assume it doesn't work like this in your lands capital?"

"No, people can usually go wherever they want, even if they don't have much money"

"Oh" Amira says as we continue walking.

After walking some more through the city, we arrive at what I can only assume is the richer area, as the palace is actually quite close now, and the buildings look nicer, with yards, fences, curtain's, the hole shabang.

Plus, the citizens are dressed better.

There are a couple of them dressed in rags though, hm.

"Hey Amira, I assume those are slaves?" I say as I motion towards a couple of mares in rags following a better dressed stallion.

Amira turns her head and scowls at the stallion.

"Yes, those are slaves" she says a bit sadly.

"Don't worry, once I've confronted the king about this, hopefully slavery won't be a thing around here anymore" I say as I look around for any establishments selling food, clothes, or weapons.

"Hopefully" I hear Amira say as we continue going through the city.

We arrived at a building that seemed to be a restaurant, if the people,

...

Horses, man I'm gonna keep forgetting that.

Anyway, if the horses that were currently eating at tables near the entrance of the place were anything to go by.

"Does this place serve food?" I ask Amira as we stop in front of the buildings entrance.

The building itself, was a bit large, and it did have this fancy feel to it, like, if I lived here, I probably wouldn't be able to afford it.

Good thing we're dinin' an dashin'.

"I think so, master Stark"

"Well then, let's go in shall we?" I say as I open the doors and head in.

"Wait, what shall I do with this sword?" Amira asks me, gesturing towards the sword I had given her.

"Oh, uh, just throw it aside I guess, besides, you weren't gonna be with that blade for long anyway" I respond.

"Alright" Amira says as she throws the sword away, and follows me into the restaurant.
...

The inside of the building was, well, kinda what I expected.

Relatively large space, circular tables, waiters, this place was certainly a restaurant if I ever saw one.

"Do you have any money on you master? This place looks a bit expensive" Amira asks as we walk towards an empty table.

"No, but don't worry, I wasn't even planning on paying anyway" I say as we arrive at a table, and sit down.

I look around for any waiters as I place the duffel bag under my seat, soon seeing one who was walking with an empty tray on her hand.

I snap my fingers to try and get her attention, and since I still had my gauntlets on, my snaps were rather loud, causing patreons near us to look at us and eye us down.

'At least it got her attention' I think to myself as the waiter walks over to us.

"Hello, can i- ... Sorry, but you can't eat here" the mare says, gesturing towards Amira as she arrives at our table.

"And why can't she?" I ask the waitress.

I'm pretty sure I know why, but I just want to be sure.

"Well, she is a slave" the mare tells me, giving me a confused look, as if what she was saying was supposed to be abuious.

Which it probably was on any other occasion.

I let out a small sigh as I think of what to do.

...

The answer comes shortly as I decide to just threaten this poor bastard into serving us.

I wonder if I'll have to do that a lot in this strange land...

If I continue adventuring without money, probably.

"Listen, your going to give us the food we want, or," I start saying as I lay my armored hand on the table with the palm facing the ceiling.

"Something bad is gonna happen" I say as I get the repulsor on my palm to start glowing.

The waitress mare looks at me, then my palm, and her eyes widen significantly, almost like she knew what I was gonna do.

Strange.

"V-very well, w-what would you like?" The mare asks, visibly worried now.

"Hmm, you got sandwiches?"

"Y-yes"

"Great, gimme two"

"H-how would y-you like them?"

"Uh, surprise me, how about that"

"A-alright then" the mare says as she hurries off towards the kitchen.

"Man, she certainly seemed worried, I mean all I did was make my palm glow" I say to Amira.

"Well, it isn't everyday this city is visited by someone of your capabilities" She tells me.

...

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

Our food eventually arrived, and even though my sandwich tasted a bit odd, I was too hungry to really care.

Hopefully it wasn't poisoned.

"Amira, is it just me, or do these sandwiches taste a bit odd? You don't think they did something to them do you?" I ask as I finish my food.

"No, I don't think they did. Do they not have daffodil sandwiches where your from master Stark?"

...

"Daffodil? Like the plant? Um, no, no we don't"

"Then that must be the odd taste you are getting" Amira says.

So plant sandwiches are a normal thing in these parts? I guess I should have seen it coming, with the whole equines being the inhabitants of this place.

Wait, equines don't eat meat.

...

Does that mean?

...

Dear God...

Before I can start freaking out over the very real possibility that I'll never be able to eat bacon again, my attention is drawn towards the front entrance, where I see two guards speaking with the waitress who served us.

Guess it's time to dip.

"Alright Amira, looks like the fuzz is here, we should probably go" I say as I stand up, grabbing the duffel bag and slinging over my shoulder once more.

"Fuzz?" Amira asks as she stands up.

"Yeah, you know, the cops" I say as I point at the entrance.

Amira looks at the entrance, then at me.

"Is that what they call guards where you are from?" She asks.

"Yeah" I reply.

"Oh" Amira says as the two guards approach us.

"You there, by the order of-" one of the guards began to say as he started to unsheathe his sword, but was cut off by a repulsor blast hitting him in the chest, knocking him back towards a table.

"Sorry, couldn't really hear you well man, by the order of whom?" I say as I point my palm towards the other guard, but instead of shooting him, I instead block the incoming slice of his sword with my arm.

"What is your armor made of!?" The guard growls out as he struggles with my arm turned shield.

"Probably American steel" I respond as I punch the guard square in the face with my other hand, knocking him out.

I turn around, and see Amira bend down and grab the first guards sword.

"We should leave master, no doubt the entire Royale guard knows we are here, and the palace will be on lockdown by now" Amira says as she walks over to me.

"Then we'll just have to attack the palace to get to the king then" I say as we head to exit out of the back exit.

After exiting through the back, I sling the duffel bag off my shoulder and place it in the ground, I then start to take off the armor I'm wearing currently as fast as I can.

"Master Stark, what are you doing? Aren't you going to need your armor for this attack?" Amira asks me as I take off my gauntlets.

"Well, yes, but not this armor, your wearing it"

...

"What!?" Screamed Amira as I took off my armored boots.

"Yeah, I mean, you'll only be wearing the gauntlets, but they should be enough" I say as I take off my helmet, and place it on the ground alongside the rest of the armor.

"B-but master, you need your armor!"

"It'll be fine Amira, don't worry, I'll wear the mark two" I say as I zip open the duffel bag and take out the briefcase.

"Mark two? Oh, so you have made more armor?"

"Yeah, even though I haven't tested it, it should be fine"

"Then, where is it?"

"It's right here" I say as I show her the briefcase.

"The... Case?"

"You'll see"

"If you say so, master"

...

"So, what is the plan master Stark?" Amira asks me.

I stop to think for a moment, I don't actually have a plan, and Amira probably can't help out much now, she's still dressed in rags.

...

Guess I'll just wing it.

Author's Note

Another chapta.