The Republic of Equis

by Eclipse1465

Rating: everyone
Tags: Science Fiction, Princess Celestia, Crossover, Alternate Universe, Human, Twilight Sparkle, Princess Luna, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Mystery, Adventure
Length: 12795

A man from the Soviet Union with a doubt, and in a strange circumstance, begins a new life in Equestria

A Soviet industrialist, Alexei Kuznetsov, dies in a tragic plane crash only to wake up in the magical land of Equestria. Guided by Discord, the spirit of chaos, Alexei is gifted strange magic that allows him to build a Soviet-inspired settlement. Balancing his structured past with the whimsical and harmonious world around him, Alexei must forge a new future while navigating the challenges of leadership, magic, and chaos.

Published 2024-12-11 23:40:00 UTC
Last updated 2024-12-13 03:40:16 UTC

Second Chances in a Strange Land

On the why

The low hum of the plane's engines filled the cabin, a steady rhythm that lulled most of the passengers into a quiet stupor. But Alexei Kuznetsov wasn’t one of them. He sat stiffly in his seat, staring out of the small window at the clouds rolling beneath him. His mind was far from calm.

This was no ordinary flight, after all. Alexei had been chosen—handpicked by the Soviet Union to lead the establishment of a new republic. It was an honor, one meant to showcase the industrial might and strategic brilliance of their system. Yet, as he thought about the monumental task ahead, doubt lingered in the back of his mind. Could he truly succeed where so many others had failed? And was it worth it?

He adjusted his dark gray coat, the worn fabric a quiet reminder of his humble beginnings. Though his attire was meant to reflect his status as an industrialist, Alexei had always preferred the rough practicality of his lower-class roots. He ran a calloused hand over his father's old watch, glancing at its cracked face. “Focus,” he muttered to himself. “The Union trusts you. You have to make this work.”

The plane jolted suddenly, pulling Alexei from his thoughts. Alarms blared, piercing through the once-quiet cabin. Around him, passengers exchanged worried glances as oxygen masks dropped from the ceiling.

“This is your captain speaking,” a voice crackled over the intercom, strained but attempting calm. “We’re experiencing some… unexpected turbulence. Please remain seated and—”

A deafening roar cut him off as the plane lurched forward. Alexei’s stomach flipped as the aircraft began its descent. He gripped the armrests, his knuckles white, as passengers screamed around him.

The ground rose to meet them far too quickly. The chaos of the cabin blurred into white noise as Alexei closed his eyes. The last thought that crossed his mind was a bitter, fleeting regret: I never even got the chance to try.

Then, silence.

A New World

Alexei gasped as his eyes snapped open. He bolted upright, his hands pressing against soft grass beneath him. Grass? He blinked, disoriented, as he scanned his surroundings. The air was vibrant, filled with colors and scents that seemed impossibly vivid. Tall, twisted trees loomed in the distance, their branches swaying unnaturally in a breeze he couldn’t feel.

“What the…” Alexei muttered, his voice hoarse.

A sound reached his ears—faint at first, then unmistakable. Snickering. He looked up sharply, his gaze locking onto a figure lounging casually on a floating cloud. It was like nothing he’d ever seen before—a mismatched jumble of animal parts, from a lion’s paw to a lizard’s tail. The creature’s yellow eyes glowed with mischievous delight as it grinned down at him.

“Ah, you’re awake!” the creature said, clapping its hands. “Welcome to your new life, comrade.”

“What—” Alexei began, but before he could say another word, the creature snapped its fingers. Alexei felt his feet stick to the ground, as if glued, and his mouth was zipped shut by an invisible force.

“Tut-tut, no interruptions,” the creature chided, wagging a talon. With a flourish, it snapped its fingers again. A puff of smoke engulfed it, and when it cleared, the figure now stood in front of a chalkboard, wearing a comically oversized Soviet-style teacher’s uniform. “Class is in session!”

Alexei stared in stunned silence as the figure began drawing wild, nonsensical diagrams on the board—an arrow here, a squiggly line there. “Now, let’s see,” the creature mused, tapping the chalk against its chin. “You were on a plane. Boom! Plane goes down. Very tragic. But lucky for you, I’m feeling generous. You get a second chance—congratulations!”

Alexei’s muffled protests earned a dismissive wave. “Oh, don’t thank me yet,” the creature said, spinning the chalkboard to reveal an elaborate drawing of a smiling stick figure (clearly meant to be Alexei) standing next to what looked like… a factory? “You see, this was all my fault. Little slip of chaos magic—oops! But I’ve decided to make it up to you. I’m giving you the chance to build your very own little utopia. Doesn’t that sound fun?”

With another snap, the zipper disappeared from Alexei’s mouth. “What are you talking about?” he demanded. “Who—what—are you?”

The creature bowed dramatically. “Discord, spirit of chaos and disharmony, at your service. Any more questions?”

Confusion and Questions

Alexei narrowed his eyes at the creature in front of him, his confusion mounting. “What are you talking about?” he repeated, his voice sharper now.

Discord smirked, casually spinning the chalk in his claw like a baton. “Ah, I see you’re a bit slow on the uptake. No problem, I’ve got all the time in the world! Well, not really, but you get the idea.” He snapped his fingers, and suddenly a small hourglass appeared on Alexei’s shoulder, the sand within pouring at an unnervingly fast pace.

Alexei swatted at it instinctively, but the hourglass poofed into smoke before he could touch it. “Explain,” he demanded, his tone low and serious. “What do you mean, ‘this was all your fault’? What have you done?”

Discord placed a paw on his chest, feigning offense. “Me? Done something? Oh, Alexei, you wound me! I’m just a humble spirit of chaos, dabbling here and there in the unpredictable. But, well…” He leaned in conspiratorially, his grin widening. “Sometimes even chaos has its oops moments.”

Alexei took a step back, his feet no longer glued to the ground, though he didn’t notice right away. His brow furrowed. “You’re saying you… killed me? Is that what this is?”

“Oh, no, no, no!” Discord waved his talons dismissively. “You were going to crash anyway, I’m afraid. That big ol’ tin can of yours was doomed from the moment you boarded it. Boring physics, you see. What I did—well, let’s call it an intervention. A twist in fate! A chance for you to make something of yourself beyond spreadsheets and resource quotas.”

Alexei blinked, his mind reeling. “So, I’m dead?”

Discord clapped his hands. “Well, yes and no. You were dead, but now you’re not. Magic, my dear Alexei. Doesn’t need to make sense! You’re alive—sort of—and you’re here, in a delightful little world I like to call Equestria. Or Equis, if you want to get technical. Don’t bother thanking me; your look of utter bewilderment is thanks enough.”

Alexei took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. “Equestria? And you’re the… spirit of chaos? What kind of nonsense is this?”

Discord rolled his eyes. “Oh, humans. Always so literal. Yes, I’m the spirit of chaos, disharmony, mayhem, and all things fun. And you, my dear mortal friend, are my new little project!”

“Project?” Alexei repeated, his tone wary. “What do you mean by that?”

“Glad you asked!” Discord snapped his fingers, and the chalkboard behind him flipped over to reveal an exaggerated drawing of a town surrounded by factories and tall buildings. Above it all, a smiling stick figure (clearly labeled ‘Alexei’) stood atop a mountain, holding a flag that read “SUCCESS.”

“You,” Discord said, pointing the chalk dramatically at Alexei, “are going to build something marvelous. A republic, a utopia, a shining beacon of progress—or whatever you humans like to call it. But here’s the catch!” He leaned forward, his grin turning sly. “You’ll have to do it my way.”

“And what exactly does that mean?” Alexei asked, his voice tight with skepticism.

“Oh, nothing too complicated,” Discord said breezily, snapping his fingers again. A book titled Chaos-Fueled Settlements for Beginners appeared in Alexei’s hands. “You’ll get a little bit of magic—courtesy of yours truly. Enough to build, create, and guide your new community. But! You’ll have to earn it. The more creatures you convince to live in your little slice of paradise, the more power you’ll unlock. Simple, no?”

Alexei stared at the book, flipping through its pages. They were blank, save for a single phrase written on the first page: “Figure it out!” He looked back at Discord, who was now lounging on a floating recliner, sipping from a coconut with a tiny umbrella.

“This is insane,” Alexei muttered. “Why would you give me this power? What do you gain from it?”

“Oh, let’s just say I enjoy a bit of chaos in my entertainment,” Discord said, his voice dripping with mischief. “Besides, I owe you one. You’re here because of my little magical… mishap. Think of this as my way of saying ‘sorry.’ And if you play your cards right, maybe—just maybe—you’ll make something truly spectacular.”

Alexei’s jaw tightened as he processed everything. “And if I refuse?”

Discord’s eyes gleamed. “Oh, you won’t. Because what else are you going to do, hm? Wander aimlessly in a world of talking ponies? I thought you liked building things, Alexei. Consider this your second chance. A little chaos to spice up your life.”

Alexei gritted his teeth, glancing back at the chalkboard, then at the empty book in his hands. A small part of him wanted to argue further, but another, deeper part—the part that thrived on challenges—felt a flicker of curiosity.

“Fine,” he said at last, his voice heavy with resignation. “I’ll play along. For now.”

Discord clapped his hands together in delight. “Splendid! I knew you’d come around. Now then, let the games begin!”

Explaining the Rules

Alexei stared at the book in his hands, still grappling with the absurdity of the situation. But his logical mind refused to rest. If he was stuck here, he needed answers—clear ones, if possible.

“How does this work, exactly?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at Discord. “You say I have magic, but how am I supposed to use it? What are the limits?”

Discord floated lazily in midair, spinning himself like a corkscrew. “Ah, an inquisitive one! I knew I liked you for a reason. Alright, let’s break it down, shall we?” He snapped his fingers, and a glowing blueprint-like diagram appeared in the air, filled with swirling arrows, gears, and indecipherable symbols.

“Think of your magic as… oh, let’s call it a settlement engine,” Discord began, conjuring a tiny model of a factory that puffed smoke and rattled with motion. “You, my dear Alexei, are the spark that keeps the engine running. The more settlers you bring to your little slice of chaos, the more fuel your engine gets. And more fuel means more fun—by which I mean, more power for you!”

Alexei crossed his arms. “So, it’s a glorified reward system?”

Discord gasped, clutching his chest as if mortally wounded. “A reward system? Please, give me more credit than that. It’s a dynamic, ever-evolving, chaos-infused symbiotic relationship. You build. They come. You grow. The magic grows. Simple!”

Alexei frowned. “And what can this ‘magic’ actually do? Am I building everything myself, or what?”

Discord smirked, his eyes twinkling. “Ah, now you’re getting to the fun part. Allow me to demonstrate!” With a snap of his fingers, a small plot of land appeared in front of Alexei, complete with tiny wooden stakes marking its boundaries.

“Imagine you want to build a house,” Discord said, conjuring a floating quill and clipboard. “First, you’ll need a schematic. You can design one yourself, or—if you’re feeling lazy—let me throw in a pre-approved option.” Another snap, and a miniature house blueprint hovered before Alexei.

“Then what?” Alexei asked, leaning closer.

“Then, you place it!” Discord flicked the blueprint toward the plot of land, and in a flash of light, a small but cozy house appeared. “Voila! Instant housing! Well, sort of. The magic takes care of the basics, but you’ll need materials—wood, stone, fabric, what have you—for anything more elaborate. That’s where your settlers come in.”

“And how do I get materials?” Alexei pressed, his tone skeptical.

Discord wagged a claw. “Ah, you’re catching on. You, my industrious friend, can conjure small amounts of materials at the start—enough to build one or two tiny buildings or one larger one, depending on its purpose. But!” He raised a talon dramatically. “The more settlers you attract, the more materials you can produce. Think of it as scaling up your production line.”

Alexei glanced at the blueprint-turned-house, then back at Discord. “And what about vehicles and equipment? How do those work?”

Discord chuckled, spinning a toy car into existence. “Oh, those are special. Vehicles and equipment can also be placed with magic, but they don’t require as much energy as raw materials. Consider them tools to keep your settlement running smoothly—if you know how to use them.”

Alexei folded his arms, his mind racing. “And the schematics you mentioned? Can I share those with settlers? Teach them how to build things themselves?”

Discord clapped his hands, grinning. “Now you’re thinking like a leader! Yes, indeed. Your schematics are your gift to the masses. Share them, teach them, let them do the grunt work while you focus on the bigger picture. Isn’t delegation wonderful?”

Alexei hesitated, his brow furrowing. “And what happens if settlers leave? Or if the settlement fails?”

Discord’s smile faltered—just for a moment. “Oh, I wouldn’t worry too much about that,” he said with a dismissive wave. “This is Equestria. Ponies are stubborn little creatures, and they adore a good community project. But hypothetically… yes, if settlers leave, your magic dwindles. You won’t lose what you’ve built, but you’ll have to recover your numbers to unlock more power.”

Alexei frowned, his arms tightening across his chest. “And what do you get out of this, exactly?”

Discord’s grin returned, wider than before. “Me? Oh, I’m just a spectator in this little game. Watching you struggle—er, I mean thrive—brings me no end of entertainment. And who knows? Maybe you’ll create something truly chaotic and wonderful.”

Alexei’s gaze hardened. “This isn’t a game to me.”

Discord floated closer, his tone softening—just slightly. “And that’s exactly why it’s going to be so interesting.”

Trial by Chaos

The small house Discord had conjured moments before shimmered and vanished in a puff of smoke, leaving only an empty plot of land behind. Alexei blinked, startled by the sudden disappearance.

Discord floated down lazily, arms crossed behind his head, and smirked. “Well, that was fun, wasn’t it? But enough of me doing all the heavy lifting. Now it’s your turn, comrade.”

Alexei raised an eyebrow. “My turn? You expect me to conjure a house out of thin air?”

Planning the Next Step

Alexei leaned against the newly completed Townhall, staring out at the surrounding landscape. His mind was already racing, trying to piece together what he needed to build next. The settlement was nothing more than an empty plot with a single structure, but if it were to grow, he needed to plan carefully.

“A construction yard,” he muttered to himself. “Vehicles, materials, storage… None of this will work without it.”

Discord, who had been lounging on the roof of the Townhall and juggling mismatched objects, perked up. “Ah, construction, the backbone of progress! But I sense a tiny problem, don’t I?”

Alexei frowned, crossing his arms. “Yes. If I can only build one or two small structures a day, it’ll take forever just to set up the basics. And I can’t place something like a construction yard too close to the settlement; it’ll ruin the layout.”

Discord floated down, landing next to Alexei with a theatrical swoop. “Oh, you poor, linear-minded human. Lucky for you, I have just the thing!” He snapped his fingers, and a scroll appeared in Alexei’s hands, labeled: “Basic Storage Plot”.

“What’s this?” Alexei asked, unrolling the schematic.

“The simplest of simple solutions!” Discord proclaimed, conjuring a miniature model of a flat plot of land dotted with small piles of materials. “A Basic Storage Plot! It’s not a building, per se, more of a… prepped area. Think of it as nature doing the heavy lifting for you. All it needs is a little nudge of magic and a smidgen of materials, and voilà! Instant storage space.”

Alexei studied the schematic. “So, it doesn’t require much magic?”

“Barely any!” Discord assured him, raising a paw. “But don’t get too ambitious, my dear comrade. This plot isn’t for building houses or factories—oh no, no, no. It’s strictly for storing vehicles, materials, waste, and other boring necessities. A place to keep things tidy while you focus on the big picture.”

Alexei rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “And what about roads? I’ll need paths to connect everything, but I can’t afford to waste magic on fancy stone or gravel.”

“Ah, now you’re thinking like a true planner!” Discord snapped his fingers again, and a glowing path appeared between the Townhall and the empty plot. “Behold, the humble dirt path. Cheap, functional, and oh-so rustic. Just like the Storage Plot, it uses the land itself—barely a whiff of magic required. And if you’re feeling particularly daring, I’ve got a basic fuel depot schematic, too.”

“A fuel depot?” Alexei asked, glancing up.

“Nothing fancy,” Discord said with a wave of his claw. “Just enough to keep your little construction toys running smoothly. Think of it as a stepping stone to bigger, shinier things.”

Alexei considered the options, his mind churning. With these basic structures, he could lay the groundwork for the settlement without draining his limited resources. It wasn’t ideal, but it was practical.

“Alright,” he said finally. “Show me how this works.”

Setting Up the Construction Yard

Discord flicked his tail, and a glowing outline of the Storage Plot appeared a short distance away from the Townhall. “Go ahead. Same process as before—focus on the schematic, picture it in your mind, and let the magic do its thing.”

Alexei took a deep breath, holding the scroll tightly. He focused on the outline, imagining the empty plot filled with neatly arranged spaces for vehicles and materials. The magic surged again, less intense this time but still pulling at his energy. Slowly, the land began to transform.

The grass flattened and compacted into a sturdy surface. Small markers appeared to indicate where materials and vehicles could be stored. In less than a minute, the Storage Plot was complete—a simple but functional addition to the settlement.

Discord clapped enthusiastically. “Marvelous! Efficient! And not half-bad for someone who thought magic was make-believe an hour ago.”

Alexei let out a slow breath, eyeing his work. “This’ll do for now. What’s next?”

“Well,” Discord said with a sly grin, “I suppose you’ll need some dirt paths to connect everything. And maybe that fuel depot—unless you want your vehicles running on sunshine and good vibes.”

Alexei sighed, already feeling the weight of his growing to-do list. But as he glanced back at the Townhall and the newly completed Storage Plot, a small spark of satisfaction flickered within him. It was a start.

Discord chuckled, snapping his fingers. A scroll appeared in Alexei’s hands, its edges glowing faintly with an otherworldly energy. Across the top, written in bold, slightly wobbly letters, were the words: “Schematic: Townhall/Townhouse”.

“This,” Discord said with a dramatic flourish, “is the blueprint for your very first building. The cornerstone of your little utopia! Or dystopia. Who’s to say? Either way, it’s where you’ll live, where your settlers will gather, and where all your brilliant ideas will come to life. Quite literally.”

Alexei unrolled the schematic, scanning its intricate details. It depicted a modest but multifunctional building, with a central hall for meetings, smaller rooms for research and planning, and shared living spaces for settlers. It was practical, efficient, and exactly the kind of structure he’d expect from a newly formed settlement.

“This will… do everything?” Alexei asked, skepticism in his voice.

“Everything you’ll need to start with,” Discord replied, twirling a cane that hadn’t been there moments before. “Think of it as your one-stop shop for survival. A home, an office, a hub for research, and even a few cozy bunkrooms for your first settlers. Don’t worry—it’s just big enough to fit the basics.”

Alexei traced the lines on the schematic with a finger, his mind already calculating. “And I’m supposed to build this? How?”

“Ah, I’m glad you asked!” Discord snapped his fingers again, and a glowing outline of the Townhall appeared in the empty plot of land. “You see that? That’s your target. Now all you have to do is will it into existence. Easy as pie! Or is it cake? Never could tell the difference.”

Alexei shot him a dubious look. “You make it sound simple.”

“It is simple!” Discord replied, clapping him on the back. “Focus on the schematic, picture it in your mind, and let that lovely chaos magic of yours do the rest. Go on, give it a shot. I’ll even grade you when you’re done!”

With a deep breath, Alexei stepped forward, rolling the schematic back into a scroll. He stared at the glowing outline, his hands tightening around the parchment. “Alright,” he muttered. “Let’s see what this ‘magic’ of yours can do.”

Building the First Structure

He closed his eyes, focusing on the image of the Townhall in his mind. At first, nothing happened, and a flicker of doubt crept in. Then, a strange warmth spread through his chest, as if some unseen force were responding to his intent. He opened his eyes just in time to see faint sparks of light flickering around the outline.

The sparks grew brighter, swirling in intricate patterns. The framework of the building began to materialize—wooden beams, stone foundations, and walls taking shape as if by an invisible hand. Alexei felt the magic pulling at him, draining his energy slightly but leaving a strange sense of satisfaction in its wake.

Finally, the structure stood before him, complete. It wasn’t perfect—the roof slanted awkwardly in one corner, and the front door was slightly crooked—but it was there. A tangible, functional building, born of magic and intent.

Discord’s Feedback

“Well, well, well!” Discord exclaimed, inspecting the building with exaggerated flair. He conjured a clipboard and a pair of oversized glasses, peering critically at the Townhall. “Not bad for a first attempt. Solid foundation, cozy rooms, a touch of rustic charm… though that roof could use a little love.”

Alexei wiped his brow, catching his breath. “It’s… functional,” he said, his voice steady despite his exhaustion. “That’s all that matters for now.”

“Functional indeed!” Discord agreed, tossing the clipboard into the air, where it transformed into a flock of birds. “Congratulations, Alexei! You’ve officially built the first building of your settlement. Now, let’s see how you handle the next challenge.”

Alexei glanced back at the Townhall, a faint sense of pride stirring in his chest despite himself. This was just the beginning—but for the first time since his strange new journey began, he felt like he might actually be able to do this.

Author's Note

I don't really know what to say so i will just say thank you for reding my fanfic so fare

Foundations and Fatigue

Building Blocks of Progress

Alexei sat on the steps of the newly constructed Townhall, his thoughts racing. The faint glow of the dirt path connecting the Townhall to the storage plot flickered in the fading light of the day. The surreal nature of his circumstances still hadn’t fully settled in. Magic. Talking creatures. A self-proclaimed spirit of chaos. And yet, here he was, thinking about construction plans and resource logistics like nothing had changed.

Discord lounged nearby on a hammock that hadn’t been there moments ago, sipping what appeared to be lemonade through a curly straw. “You’re awfully quiet, Alexei. Second thoughts already?”

Alexei glanced at him but didn’t reply immediately. Instead, he unrolled the schematic Discord had given him earlier for the dirt paths and storage plots. The simplicity of the designs was a stark contrast to the detailed blueprints he’d once worked with back home. Yet, these humble plans were the foundation of what he needed.

“I’m trying to figure out the best way to use what little I have,” Alexei said finally. “I need more infrastructure—something that can handle construction tasks efficiently. A yard for vehicles, somewhere I can stage materials.”

Discord grinned, snapping his talons. “Ah, yes! The ambitious industrialist strikes again. Lucky for you, I happen to have a very special solution.” He conjured a glowing scroll and let it float lazily toward Alexei.

Alexei caught the scroll and unrolled it, his eyes narrowing at the title: Construction Yard Schematic.

“I assume this is what I need to build next,” Alexei muttered, scanning the details. “But I don’t have enough resources or magic to handle this yet.”

Discord waggled a claw. “Ah, but that’s where my earlier lesson comes in! Remember those low-effort, no-fuss structures we talked about? Your new best friend, the humble Storage Plot, is about to make your life so much easier.”

Alexei frowned. “Storage Plot. I’ve already built one. What does that have to do with a construction yard?”

“Well, think of it as… the foundation for your foundation,” Discord said, waving his paw dramatically. “You’ll use the Storage Plot to house basic materials, a few construction vehicles, and whatever odds and ends you need to keep things running. It doesn’t have to be fancy—it just has to work.”

Alexei traced the lines on the schematic, his mind piecing together a plan. “I’ll need another Storage Plot, farther out. And I’ll need to connect it to the settlement with more paths. But that still leaves the issue of vehicles.”

Discord rolled his eyes. “Details, details. Vehicles are just another piece of the puzzle, Alexei. Once you’ve got the Storage Plot set up, you’ll be able to place a couple of basic construction vehicles. Nothing fancy—just enough to help you get started. And don’t forget, you can always borrow materials from the land around you. Nature’s surprisingly generous when you give it a little nudge.”

Alexei hesitated, then nodded. “Fine. Let’s get started.”

Laying the Groundwork

With Discord watching like a particularly eccentric foreman, Alexei focused on the next phase of construction. He chose a spot farther from the Townhall, near a small clearing, and began visualizing the new Storage Plot. The magic responded quickly this time, almost as if it had been waiting for him. The ground shifted, compacting into a flat surface, and small markers appeared for future material storage.

“It’s strange,” Alexei muttered as the process finished. “It feels like the magic is… helping me.”

Discord grinned. “Of course it is! It’s chaos magic, after all. It thrives on creation and change. You’re practically feeding it with all your little plans and schemes.”

Alexei shot him a skeptical look but didn’t comment. Instead, he moved on to creating the dirt path that would connect the new plot to the settlement. The process was simpler than building the Storage Plot, requiring only a slight exertion of magic. Within minutes, a functional path snaked its way through the clearing, linking the two areas.

A Growing Vision

As Alexei surveyed his work, he felt the faintest flicker of pride. It wasn’t much—just two storage plots, a dirt path, and the Townhall—but it was a start. The settlement was beginning to take shape, piece by piece.

Discord appeared at his side, leaning on a cane that hadn’t been there moments ago. “Not bad, not bad. At this rate, you’ll have a bustling little metropolis in… oh, I’d say a century or two.”

“Very funny,” Alexei said dryly. “Once I have a construction yard up and running, things will move faster. But I’ll need settlers. I can’t build an entire settlement by myself.”

“Oh, don’t you worry about that,” Discord said with a wink. “I have a feeling you’ll have company sooner than you think. Now, what’s next on your grand to-do list?”

Alexei sighed, glancing at the schematic for the construction yard. “First, I need to finalize the storage setup and make sure it’s ready for vehicles. After that, it’s all about scaling up.”

Discord grinned, snapping his fingers as he vanished into thin air. “Well then, comrade, I’ll leave you to it. Don’t disappoint me!”

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Alexei stood alone in the clearing, his gaze fixed on the faint outlines of his fledgling settlement. For the first time since arriving in this strange world, he felt a sense of direction. There was still so much to do—but at least now, he knew where to begin.

Late-Night Designs

The workshop in the Townhall was a modest room—simple wooden walls, a sturdy workbench, and a single lantern casting a warm glow over the space. Alexei sat hunched over the table, his calloused hands moving steadily as he sketched out his ideas on parchment. The faint hum of the night outside provided a rare moment of calm, but his mind was anything but quiet.

His first design was a refined version of the Storage Plot, expanding on its basic utility. By optimizing its layout, he envisioned a more efficient system for organizing materials and vehicles.

Next came the Gas Station. Alexei drafted a simple, practical design: a central fueling platform surrounded by easy-to-access storage tanks. The focus was efficiency and scalability—something that could handle the needs of a growing settlement.

As his pen scratched against the paper, a new idea struck him: a General Parking Lot. Unlike the Storage Plot, this design was simpler, meant for personal vehicles. It lacked the organizational features of work-related storage but offered a cheap solution for parking.

“Messy but functional,” Alexei muttered, setting the schematic aside before moving on.

Essential Infrastructure

His next project required more thought. The Construction Office would be a cornerstone of the settlement’s growth, controlling all construction activities. He envisioned it as a hub where construction vehicles and buses could be scheduled to transport materials and workers to sites.

“This will keep everything organized,” Alexei said to himself, sketching the basic layout. “It’ll take time to build, but once it’s operational, it’ll speed everything up.”

The Demolition Office was a natural extension of this concept. Alexei drafted two options: one for manual demolition using workers and another for faster demolitions with explosives. He added a waste management system to handle debris and clear sites for reuse.

Supporting Industry

The designs continued late into the night. Alexei’s next focus was on storage solutions near production sites. He drafted two types of facilities:

Aggregate Storage: A structure to hold raw materials such as gravel, sand, and coal, supplied by open hull trucks.

Open Storage: A versatile storage area for various resources, connected to production sites via forklifts for seamless operations.

Finally, Alexei worked on the Road Depot, a facility for parking non-essential vehicles like buses and trucks. He envisioned it as a centralized location, keeping the settlement’s transportation network organized.

Discord’s Input

As Alexei leaned back, rubbing his tired eyes, the unmistakable sound of snickering filled the room. He looked up to see Discord perched on a shelf, inspecting one of the schematics with a magnifying glass.

“Well, well,” Discord said, grinning. “Someone’s been busy. I must say, your attention to detail is impressive—if a bit boring.”

Alexei sighed. “If you’re here to distract me, I’m not in the mood.”

“Oh, not at all,” Discord said, flipping the schematic upside down. “I’m just admiring your little designs. Very practical, very organized… very you. But tell me, Alexei, where’s the fun in all this? Where’s the chaos?”

“Chaos doesn’t build settlements,” Alexei replied curtly, reaching for another piece of parchment.

Discord chuckled. “Perhaps not. But a little unpredictability keeps things interesting, don’t you think?”

Alexei ignored him, focusing on his next design. But as he worked, he couldn’t shake the feeling that Discord’s chaos would inevitably find its way into his carefully laid plans.

Discord’s Tangent

Alexei paused mid-sketch as Discord suddenly floated closer, a mischievous glint in his eye. The spirit of chaos leaned casually against the workbench, inspecting the half-finished schematic.

“You know,” Discord began, swirling a finger in the air, “for someone who’s been gifted with chaos magic, you’re dreadfully… predictable. Straight lines, clear labels, no pizzazz! It’s almost painful to watch.”

Alexei sighed, setting down his pen. “If you have something to say, just say it.”

Discord grinned, conjuring a scroll that unfurled dramatically across the workshop, knocking over a lamp. “Well, since you asked so politely, I’ve come up with a few ideas of my own! Think of them as… enhancements.”

Alexei pinched the bridge of his nose. “This should be good.”

Reasonable Ideas

Discord snapped his fingers, and a glowing model of a small building appeared on the workbench. “First up! A multi-purpose structure that combines storage with minor production capabilities. Efficient, don’t you think? And it even comes with a roof that doubles as a garden for the more earthy types.”

Alexei tilted his head. “Not a bad idea. It’d save space and resources if implemented correctly.”

Discord beamed. “I knew you’d like that one! Now, how about this?” He conjured a miniature fuel depot with a whimsical spiral design. “Imagine refueling stations that also serve as snack bars! Your workers will be thrilled.”

Alexei scratched his chin. “It’s… unconventional, but not the worst idea. Though I’m not sure how practical it is for long-term use.”

Ideas Start to Spiral

Encouraged, Discord conjured another model—a transportation hub shaped like a giant teacup. “Picture this: A station where buses, trucks, and even your settlers can meet, complete with a rotating teacup theme. Functional and fun!”

Alexei raised an eyebrow. “A bit excessive, but I can see the logic in combining transportation with a central hub.”

Discord’s grin widened. “Exactly! Now we’re getting somewhere.” He snapped his fingers again, producing a model of a factory with neon lights and rollercoasters spiraling around the exterior. “And what about this? A production facility that doubles as an amusement park! Work hard, play harder.”

Alexei’s patience began to wear thin. “I’m not sure combining industrial production with theme park rides is… ideal.”

The Tangent Goes Off the Rails

Discord was now fully in his element, spinning out one idea after another with increasing enthusiasm. “What about a storage building that moves on its own? Or a construction yard shaped like a dragon? Ooh, or how about a demolition office that explodes itself when it’s done with a job? Talk about efficiency!”

Alexei put his pen down and turned to face Discord fully. “That’s enough,” he said, his tone firm. “Your first few ideas weren’t bad—unusual, but with some merit. But now?” He gestured toward the most recent model, a glowing, chaotic mess of pipes, fireworks, and what appeared to be a floating ferris wheel. “These are just… insane.”

Discord feigned a pout, crossing his arms. “You mortals have no sense of creativity.”

“No,” Alexei replied, “I have plenty of creativity. What I don’t have is time to waste on chaos for chaos’s sake.” He turned back to his workbench, picking up his pen. “Let’s stick to ideas that are actually practical.”

Discord’s Response

Discord sighed theatrically, slumping onto the floor. “Fine, fine, Mr. Serious. Have it your way. But don’t come crying to me when your boring little settlement is overrun by boredom.”

Alexei ignored him, focusing back on his designs. Still, as much as Discord’s antics annoyed him, a small part of Alexei couldn’t deny that the spirit’s outlandish ideas, while chaotic, had sparked some useful insights. Perhaps there was room for a little creativity—within reason.

A Late-Night Realization

The quiet of the workshop was broken only by the faint scratching of Alexei’s pen on parchment. His designs were becoming more intricate as he leaned into ideas he hadn’t considered before—a touch of flair here, an efficiency boost there.

Unbidden, he thought back to Discord’s wild tangent. While most of it was absurd, some of the earlier suggestions had nudged his creativity in unexpected directions. A multi-purpose structure with a green roof, for instance, might not be the worst idea for conserving space and resources.

He shook his head. No, I’m not giving him credit for this, he thought, smirking slightly as he added the finishing touches to a schematic.

The smirk faded as he glanced down at his watch, its cracked glass catching the light of the lantern. The hands pointed to an hour far later than he’d realized. “Time flies when you’re trying to build a republic,” he muttered, stretching his arms.

Carefully gathering his papers, Alexei set them aside on the workbench. His body ached from the hours spent hunched over his work, and the prospect of the hard cot in his modest quarters sounded oddly appealing. “Tomorrow,” he said to himself, extinguishing the lantern. “I’ll start putting these plans into motion.”

Morning Surprise

The early light of dawn crept through the window of Alexei’s room, but it wasn’t the sunlight that woke him. A loud, persistent banging echoed through the Townhall, jolting him upright.

“What in the—” he muttered, throwing on his coat and heading toward the door. The pounding continued, accompanied by muffled voices.

As Alexei opened the door, he was greeted by a surprising sight: two ponies standing on the Townhall’s steps. One was a sturdy earth pony mare with a reddish-orange mane tied back in a braid, her green eyes sharp but curious. The other was a cobalt-blue unicorn stallion with a short black mane and silver eyes, looking both excited and nervous.

“Uh, good morning?” Alexei said, still processing the sight of two talking ponies at his doorstep.

“Please,” the earth pony mare said, stepping forward. “We heard there was someone out here building a settlement. Is that you?”

Alexei blinked, his mind catching up. “I—yes. That’s me. Who are you?”

The unicorn stepped forward, his voice quick and eager. “I’m Bright Socket, and this is Maple Glint. We’ve been traveling for days looking for a place to start fresh. We didn’t expect to find… well, you.”

The earth pony, Maple, shot Bright a look before addressing Alexei. “We need a place to stay, and we’re willing to work. Is there room here for us?”

Alexei hesitated, the weight of their words sinking in. This was it—his first settlers. The foundation of his republic.

Finally, he nodded, stepping aside to let them in. “Welcome,” he said simply, though his thoughts were anything but calm. “Let’s see what we can build together.”

Welcoming Questions

Alexei led the two ponies through the entrance of the Townhall, the sound of their hoofsteps echoing against the wooden floor. The main common area was modest but functional, with a large table and a few mismatched chairs that Alexei had cobbled together from salvaged materials. He gestured toward the table.

“Take a seat,” Alexei said, his voice calm but firm. “We can talk here.”

Before either pony could respond, Bright Socket’s eyes lit up as he took in the room. “Wow,” he said, trotting in circles as he examined the walls, the ceiling, and everything in between. “This place is… different. I’ve never seen a building like this in Equestria before! What’s it made of? Why does it look so… rigid? Did you build it by yourself? What kind of tools did you use?”

Alexei blinked, caught off guard by the torrent of questions. “It’s—”

“And those pads outside!” Bright interrupted, pointing a hoof toward the door. “What are they for? They don’t look like anything I’ve seen before, either. Are they some kind of strange farmland? Or maybe a stage for performers? And what about the empty spaces? Are those for something special?”

“Bright,” Maple Glint said sharply, her voice cutting through the unicorn’s stream of words. She stepped closer to Alexei, her expression apologetic. “Forgive him. He’s always been curious to a fault.”

Bright Socket gave an embarrassed grin, his ears drooping slightly. “Sorry. I just… I’ve never seen anything like this.”

“It’s fine,” Alexei said, motioning for them both to sit. He took a seat at the head of the table, folding his hands on its surface. “I’ll answer your questions, but one at a time.”

Answering Questions

Alexei took a deep breath, deciding where to start. “The building you’re sitting in is called a Townhall,” he began. “It’s the first structure I built here. It serves multiple purposes—a place for me to work, live, and plan for the future of this settlement. It also has space for others to stay until more housing can be built.”

Bright’s eyes widened. “So it’s a… multipurpose building? That’s brilliant! And the design—why does it look so… efficient?”

Alexei raised an eyebrow. “Efficient is the point. Where I’m from, we prioritize function over appearance. Everything is built to serve a purpose.”

Maple tilted her head. “Where you’re from?” she asked. “You’re not from around here, are you?”

Alexei hesitated, then shook his head. “No. I come from… a very different place. But that’s a story for another time.”

Bright, unable to contain himself, leaned forward. “And the pads outside? What are they for?”

“Storage plots,” Alexei explained. “They’re designed to hold materials, vehicles, and other supplies. They’re simple and cost-effective, allowing us to focus on more important infrastructure first.”

Maple frowned slightly. “Vehicles? What kind of materials are you planning to store?”

Alexei leaned back, his hands resting on the arms of his chair. “Construction materials, tools, fuel—whatever we need to grow this settlement. And the vehicles will be for transporting those materials and helping with construction. I’ve built the basics to start, but this settlement will need to expand quickly if it’s going to succeed.”

Bright’s curiosity was undeterred. “You keep saying ‘settlement.’ What exactly is your plan for this place? What are you trying to build?”

Alexei paused, his gaze steady as he looked between the two ponies. “A community,” he said finally. “A place where creatures can work together to build something lasting. It’ll be different from the towns you’re used to—more organized, more structured. But with time, I believe it can become something extraordinary.”

Reactions

Bright looked awestruck. “That sounds… ambitious.”

Maple’s expression was more cautious. “And what do you expect from us? If we stay here, what’s our role in all this?”

Alexei leaned forward, his voice firm but not unkind. “I need workers—skilled, dedicated, and willing to put in the effort to make this settlement thrive. In return, you’ll have a place to live, access to resources, and the chance to be part of something larger than yourself.”

Maple nodded slowly, her practical mind weighing the offer. Bright, on the other hand, grinned. “I’m in! This sounds amazing!”

Alexei allowed himself a small smile. “Good. Then let’s get started.”

Settlers Entering the Townhall

Alexei led Bright Socket and Maple Glint into the Townhall, the door creaking softly as it swung open. The main common area was sparsely furnished but functional, with a large central table surrounded by mismatched chairs. A few shelves lined the walls, holding scraps of paper and tools, and a lantern on the table cast a warm glow.

“Welcome to the Townhall,” Alexei said, gesturing for them to sit.

Bright Socket immediately darted past him, eyes wide as he took in the room. “This place is… fascinating!” he exclaimed, trotting around to inspect every corner. “What’s it made of? Why does it look so square? I’ve never seen a building like this in Equestria before!”

Alexei raised an eyebrow, caught off guard by the unicorn’s enthusiasm. “It’s functional. Built for efficiency.”

Bright barely seemed to hear him, pointing a hoof at the window. “And those paths outside—what are they for? They don’t look like proper cobblestone or gravel roads. Are they supposed to be like that?”

“They’re dirt paths,” Alexei replied. “Cheaper and faster to make, but they’ll get the job done for now.”

“And what about those empty spaces?” Bright continued, his voice rising with excitement. “The flat areas with nothing on them—are those part of your plan too?”

Alexei hesitated. “Those are storage plots. They’re used for holding materials and vehicles. A necessary part of any settlement.”

Bright nodded quickly, already moving toward another part of the room. “And what are your plans for this place? Are you building a village? A city? Something entirely new?”

Maple Steps In

“Bright!” Maple Glint’s sharp tone cut through the air, and the unicorn stopped in his tracks. She stepped forward, giving him a stern look before turning back to Alexei. “Forgive him,” she said with a sigh. “He means well, but he gets carried away.”

Bright’s ears drooped. “I was just curious…”

“I know,” Maple said, softening her tone. Then, looking back at Alexei, she asked, “What exactly are you trying to build here? And how do you expect us to fit into it?”

Alexei nodded toward the table, pulling out a chair and motioning for them to sit. “Let’s discuss it.”

Answering the Questions

As the three settled around the table, Alexei leaned forward, his hands folded. “I’ll answer your questions, but let’s keep it organized. One at a time.”

Bright opened his mouth, but Maple gave him a warning glance, prompting him to hold back. She took the lead. “Alright. First question: what is this settlement meant to be?”

“A community,” Alexei began. “Not like the towns or villages you know, though. This will be more organized. A place where resources, work, and progress come together efficiently. With time, it could grow into something more—a hub for industry, innovation, and cooperation.”

Bright’s eyes widened. “Like a city?”

“Eventually,” Alexei replied. “But for now, it’s just the basics.”

Maple nodded thoughtfully. “And what’s your role in all this? Are you the leader? The planner?”

“A bit of both,” Alexei said. “I’m the one who started this, but I can’t do it alone. I’ll need settlers to help build and maintain it.”

“Speaking of which,” Bright interjected, unable to hold back any longer, “how exactly did you build all this? This Townhall, those paths, the storage plots—did you do it all by yourself?”

Alexei hesitated, choosing his words carefully. “It’s… complicated. I had some help, but most of it came down to planning and using the resources available.”

Bright leaned closer, his curiosity undiminished. “And what about the magic?”

Alexei stiffened slightly. “Magic?”

“Yeah! I mean, you’re clearly not a unicorn, so how did you manage to—”

“Bright,” Maple interrupted, her tone firm. “Focus.”

Alexei’s Honest Answers

Alexei exhaled, relaxing slightly. “To answer your questions,” he said, addressing both of them, “this settlement is still in its infancy. The Townhall is just the start—a place to work, plan, and live. The paths and storage plots are part of the foundation—basic infrastructure that we’ll build upon as we go.”

Maple tilted her head. “And where do we come in? What do you expect from us?”

“I need workers,” Alexei said plainly. “Skilled, dedicated, and willing to put in the effort to make this settlement succeed. In return, you’ll have shelter, resources, and a place in something bigger than yourselves.”

Bright grinned. “That sounds amazing! I’m in!”

Maple shot him a look but nodded slowly. “I’ll reserve judgment until I see how things go, but I’m willing to give it a shot.”

Alexei allowed himself a small smile. “Good. Then let’s get to work.”

Gathering Information

After finishing their conversation, Alexei stood from the table. “Wait here for a moment,” he said, his tone calm but purposeful. “There’s something I need to prepare.”

Bright Socket tilted his head curiously. “What are you doing?”

“You’ll see,” Alexei replied, disappearing into the hallway leading to his quarters.

Inside his room, Alexei grabbed a few blank sheets of paper and placed them on his small desk. With a deep breath, he summoned a faint surge of chaotic magic, his hands glowing faintly as the blank pages transformed. The papers reshaped themselves into formal-looking documents, neatly organized with questions like:

Name and Race

Passions or Interests

Specialized Skills or Abilities

Work Experience (if any)

Satisfied with the results, Alexei gathered the pages and returned to the common area.

A Missing Detail

“These are for you,” Alexei said, handing a sheet to each of them. “I need you to fill these out. It’ll help me understand your skills and how you can contribute to the settlement.”

Bright Socket eagerly scanned the document. “Wow, this is… official,” he said, impressed. “Do you do this for every new settler?”

Alexei smirked faintly. “You’re the first, so I suppose you could say I’m setting a precedent.”

Before he could walk away, Maple Glint raised a hoof. “Uh, this is great and all, but… we don’t have anything to write with.”

Alexei froze, blinking as he realized his oversight. “Right. Of course. My mistake.” He cleared his throat and turned toward the supply shelves. “Give me a moment.”

The Search for Pencils

Alexei rummaged through the shelves and drawers, muttering under his breath. “Pencils… pencils… there has to be something here.” Finally, he found two slightly worn pencils tucked away in a drawer. With a small huff of relief, he returned to the table and handed one to each pony.

“Here,” he said, his voice firm but apologetic. “Sorry for the delay.”

“Thanks!” Bright said cheerfully, immediately starting to scribble on the document. Maple nodded her thanks, though she was more methodical, reading over the questions carefully before beginning.

Hospitality

As they worked, Alexei hesitated, then asked, “Would you like anything to eat or drink while you fill those out?”

Bright looked up. “What do you have?”

Alexei shrugged. “Not much. Some bread and water.”

The two ponies exchanged glances before Maple responded. “Bread and water will do just fine, thank you.”

“Alright,” Alexei said, moving to a small storage cabinet where he kept his supplies. He pulled out a loaf of bread and a clay pitcher of water, setting them on the table along with two wooden cups. “It’s not much, but it’s something.”

Bright grinned. “Better than nothing! Thanks.”

As they continued to fill out the forms, Alexei watched silently for a moment, reflecting on how surreal this all felt. Two ponies, in his settlement, answering questions on a form he’d conjured with magic. It was a strange start—but it was a start nonetheless.

Gathering Plans

After handing over the documents and instructing Bright Socket and Maple Glint to fill them out, Alexei returned to his room. The sound of his boots against the wooden floor was a welcome distraction from the weight of his thoughts. In his modest quarters, he went straight to the corner where he had left his blueprints the previous night.

He crouched down, sorting through the rolled-up plans. Each blueprint represented hours of work, painstakingly detailed with lines, measurements, and annotations. He selected the most relevant ones—designs for storage plots, construction offices, and pathways—and carefully placed them into an old satchel he had found during his initial exploration of the Townhall.

Satisfied with his preparation, Alexei slung the satchel over his shoulder and made his way back toward the common area.

The Settlers’ Conversation

As he approached the main room, he heard Bright Socket’s excitable voice carrying through the hallway. Alexei paused, his curiosity piqued, and leaned slightly against the wall to listen.

“How do you think he did all this by himself?” Bright was saying, his tone brimming with enthusiasm. “This place—it’s so different from anything I’ve seen in Equestria. The way the walls are shaped, the layout of the paths outside… it’s all so precise.”

“I don’t know,” Maple replied, her voice steady but tinged with skepticism. “It’s impressive, but it doesn’t add up. A single pony—or whatever he is—building all this? Even the paths and storage plots… It feels like there’s something we’re missing.”

Bright chuckled. “Maybe he’s just that good.”

“Or maybe there’s more to it than he’s letting on,” Maple said cautiously. “I’m not saying he’s hiding something, but we should be careful. For all we know, he’s got some strange technology or magic helping him.”

Bright’s tone softened. “You think he’s dangerous?”

“No,” Maple said after a pause. “But I think he’s… different. And different isn’t always bad. We’ll just have to wait and see.”

Alexei’s Return

Taking a steadying breath, Alexei rounded the corner and stepped into the common area. Bright and Maple immediately looked up, their conversation cutting off mid-sentence.

“Finished already?” Alexei asked, his voice calm and measured.

Bright Socket grinned, holding up his completed document. “Yep! These questions were really detailed, by the way.”

Maple nudged her own paper forward, her expression neutral but polite. “We answered everything as best we could.”

Alexei picked up the documents, briefly scanning their contents. “Good. This will help me figure out where you’ll fit best.” He placed the papers in the satchel alongside his blueprints and adjusted the strap over his shoulder. “I hope you’re ready to get to work. There’s a lot to do.”

Bright beamed with excitement, while Maple gave a cautious nod. Alexei noted the contrast between their reactions but decided not to dwell on it. For now, they were here, and that was enough.

As he led them toward their next task, Alexei couldn’t help but reflect on what he’d overheard. Different, they’d said. He supposed they weren’t wrong. But for better or worse, this settlement would be unlike anything they—or he—had ever known.

A Trail of Questions

The dirt path leading from the Townhall to the storage plot was still soft underfoot, the edges blending into the surrounding grass. Alexei walked at a steady pace, the satchel slung over his shoulder. Bright Socket followed close behind, his eyes darting around to take in every detail of the fledgling settlement. Maple Glint trailed slightly behind, her gaze fixed on Alexei with a mix of curiosity and suspicion.

“Alexei,” Maple began, her tone cautious but firm, “I have some questions.”

Alexei glanced back, meeting her gaze. “I expected as much. Go ahead.”

The Questions Begin

“What’s your name, exactly?” Maple asked.

“Alexei Kuznetsov,” he replied simply.

“And what are you?” she pressed. “You’re not a pony, obviously. So what… or who… are you?”

Alexei sighed, his steps slowing slightly. “I’m human. From a place far from here.”

Bright Socket’s ears perked up. “Human? I’ve read about humans in some old pony tales, but I thought they were just myths.”

“They’re not myths,” Alexei said, his tone flat. “I’m proof of that.”

Suspicion Deepens

Maple’s expression didn’t soften. “Where are you from, then? How did you end up here?”

Alexei hesitated, his hand tightening slightly on the strap of his satchel. “Where I’m from… isn’t something I’m ready to talk about. Not yet.”

Bright’s curiosity flared again. “Why not? Is it some kind of secret?”

Alexei stopped walking and turned to face them fully, his expression calm but firm. “It’s not a secret. It’s… complicated. There are things you don’t need to know right now. When the time is right, I’ll tell you.”

Maple’s frown deepened, but she nodded slowly. “Fair enough. But what about this settlement? How did you build all this by yourself? Even for a human, this seems… impossible.”

An Honest Half-Truth

Alexei glanced toward the storage plot ahead, its empty framework silhouetted against the early morning light. “I had help,” he said after a pause. “Not from ponies, but… let’s just say the circumstances were unusual. I’ve had to work hard to make this place what it is, but I couldn’t have done it alone.”

Maple raised an eyebrow. “Unusual? That’s vague.”

Alexei allowed a faint smile. “It’s the best I can give you right now.”

Bright Socket looked between Alexei and Maple, then shrugged. “Well, I think it’s amazing! I mean, look at all this—it’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before. If you ask me, I think we’re lucky to be here.”

Maple sighed, her suspicion not entirely gone but tempered by Bright’s enthusiasm. “Alright, Alexei. I’ll let it go for now. But I’ll be watching.”

“Fair enough,” Alexei said, turning back toward the storage plot. “Now, let’s get to work.”

The Satchel Question

The storage plot came into view, its boundaries marked by faint outlines in the dirt. The early sunlight highlighted the cleared space, emphasizing its emptiness. As they walked, Bright Socket’s gaze wandered to the satchel slung over Alexei’s shoulder.

“So, what’s in there?” Bright asked, his tone as curious as ever. “I saw you put those documents in it earlier, but you were carrying something before that, too.”

Alexei glanced at him but didn’t reply immediately. Instead, he continued toward the plot, the faint crunch of dirt underfoot the only sound for a moment. Bright opened his mouth to press further, but Alexei stopped abruptly, turning to face them.

The Reveal

“I’m glad you asked,” Alexei said, his voice calm but firm. His hand moved to the satchel, pulling it open and retrieving one of the rolled blueprints.

Bright tilted his head, and Maple raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean by that?” Maple began, but Alexei was already unrolling the blueprint, holding it up for them to see.

“This,” Alexei said, stepping onto the storage plot, “is a schematic for a construction office. A simple one, but effective. It’s time to put it to use.”

He held the blueprint out in front of him and focused. A faint, unfamiliar glow surrounded his hands, and the outline of a building began to shimmer in the air before them. Bright and Maple stepped back instinctively as the magic took hold, the glow intensifying as the structure began to take form.

Wooden beams materialized first, followed by a basic framework and walls. The building was small and unassuming, but it was functional—an unmistakable construction office. The process ended with a soft hum, and the glow faded as Alexei lowered his hands, breathing steadily.

The Reaction

Bright’s jaw dropped. “What kind of magic… What is that?”

Maple’s eyes narrowed, her cautious nature kicking in. “That wasn’t unicorn magic. Or earth pony magic. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

Alexei thought quickly, the name of his chaotic guide coming to mind. “Discord,” he said, meeting their gazes. “This magic is… his. He’s the one who brought me here, and this is the power he gave me to build this settlement.”

“Discord?” Bright repeated, his expression shifting from shock to wonder. “I’ve heard of him! Spirit of chaos, right? But… he gave you this? Why?”

Alexei shrugged. “Because he could. Chaos doesn’t need a reason.” He paused, watching their reactions carefully. “This power isn’t perfect, and it has its limits. But with it, we can build something extraordinary.”

Bright’s awe deepened, but Maple remained cautious. “So, you’re saying the spirit of chaos himself gave you the ability to build? And we’re just supposed to trust that this is all going to work out?”

Alexei’s expression hardened slightly. “I’m saying we make the best of what we have. If you’re here to help, then help. If not…” He gestured toward the open road leading back toward the wilderness. “The choice is yours.”

Maple’s eyes stayed locked on Alexei for a moment longer before she sighed and nodded. “Fine. But I’m still watching.”

Bright grinned, stepping forward to inspect the new construction office. “This is amazing! Can you do more? What else can you build?”

Alexei allowed a faint smile, turning back to the satchel. “Let’s find out.”

The Satchel Question

The storage plot came into view, its boundaries marked by faint outlines in the dirt. The early sunlight highlighted the cleared space, emphasizing its emptiness. As they walked, Bright Socket’s gaze wandered to the satchel slung over Alexei’s shoulder.

“So, what’s in there?” Bright asked, his tone as curious as ever. “I saw you put those documents in it earlier, but you were carrying something before that, too.”

Alexei glanced at him but didn’t reply immediately. Instead, he continued toward the plot, the faint crunch of dirt underfoot the only sound for a moment. Bright opened his mouth to press further, but Alexei stopped abruptly, turning to face them.

The Reveal

“I’m glad you asked,” Alexei said, his voice calm but firm. His hand moved to the satchel, pulling it open and retrieving one of the rolled blueprints.

Bright tilted his head, and Maple raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean by that?” Maple began, but Alexei was already unrolling the blueprint, holding it up for them to see.

“This,” Alexei said, stepping onto the storage plot, “is a schematic for a construction office. A simple one, but effective. It’s time to put it to use.”

He held the blueprint out in front of him and focused. A faint, unfamiliar glow surrounded his hands, and the outline of a building began to shimmer in the air before them. Bright and Maple stepped back instinctively as the magic took hold, the glow intensifying as the structure began to take form.

Wooden beams materialized first, followed by a basic framework and walls. The building was small and unassuming, but it was functional—an unmistakable construction office. The process ended with a soft hum, and the glow faded as Alexei lowered his hands, breathing steadily.

The Reaction

Bright’s jaw dropped. “What kind of magic… What is that?”

Maple’s eyes narrowed, her cautious nature kicking in. “That wasn’t unicorn magic. Or earth pony magic. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

Alexei thought quickly, his mind racing for an answer that wouldn’t complicate things further. “It’s called Progress Magic,” he said finally, the words steady but deliberate. “It’s… something unique to me. A gift, you could say, for building and advancing. It allows me to create structures like this, but it has limits.”

“Progress Magic?” Bright repeated, his expression shifting from shock to wonder. “I’ve never heard of anything like that! It’s amazing! Can you use it to build anything?”

Alexei shook his head. “Not everything. The more I build, the more resources it requires. That’s why I need settlers—ponies like you—to help. Progress Magic is a tool, not a miracle.”

Maple crossed her hooves, her skepticism still evident. “So you’re saying you can build all this because of this… magic of yours? And we’re just supposed to trust that it’ll hold up?”

Alexei met her gaze, his voice steady. “The structures are as real as anything else. And whether you trust me or not, you’re standing in the proof.”

Bright walked up to the newly built office, inspecting it closely. “This is incredible! I mean, I’ve seen unicorn magic do some amazing things, but this… this is something else.”

Alexei allowed himself a faint smile. “Then let’s see what else we can build.”

Planning the Residential District

As Alexei led Bright and Maple back toward the Townhall, he gestured toward the open area surrounding it. “This will be the settlement’s first residential district,” he explained. “For now, it’ll consist of two small houses. As more settlers arrive, we’ll expand outward—eventually replacing these houses with larger apartment complexes and adding amenities like schools, stores, and other essential buildings.”

Bright’s eyes lit up with curiosity. “What kind of houses are you building? Big ones? Fancy ones?”

“Neither,” Alexei replied with a faint smile. “The houses will be simple but functional. Each will have two bedrooms, a living space that combines the kitchen, dining, and living room, and an attic for storage.”

“Sounds practical,” Maple said, her tone neutral. “And you’re building two of them?”

“Yes,” Alexei confirmed. “You two will share one, and the other will remain empty until more settlers arrive.”

Building the Houses

Once they reached the designated area, Alexei pulled a schematic from his satchel. He spread it out on a flat surface and studied it briefly before closing his eyes. The Progress Magic responded almost instinctively as he envisioned the first house.

Bright and Maple stepped back as the magic took form. Wooden beams rose from the ground, followed by sturdy walls and a shingled roof. The layout became clear as the building solidified—a modest home with two bedrooms, a shared living area with a kitchen and dining space, and a small attic for storage. The design was simple but efficient.

Alexei repeated the process for the second house, placing it a short distance from the first. Within minutes, both houses stood ready, their exteriors plain but sturdy.

Settlers’ Reactions

Bright Socket trotted up to the first house, his face alight with excitement. “This is amazing! Two bedrooms, a living space, and even an attic? It’s like… a dream come true!”

Maple nodded, her expression more reserved but still appreciative. “It’s functional,” she said, stepping closer. “Looks like it’ll hold up well.”

Alexei gestured toward the first house. “Go ahead. Check it out. Let me know if anything needs adjusting.”

The two ponies entered the house, their voices echoing faintly as they explored. Alexei turned his attention to the second house, the empty structure standing as a symbol of future growth. For now, it would wait, ready to welcome the next settlers who arrived.

The Weight of Progress

As Alexei stood before the two completed houses, a faint sense of satisfaction settled over him. They were modest but sturdy, the kind of homes that could mark the beginning of something much larger. For a brief moment, he allowed himself to imagine the future—a thriving settlement with bustling streets, towering buildings, and happy settlers.

But the vision shattered as a sudden wave of exhaustion hit him like a hammer. His legs buckled slightly, and he staggered, catching himself against the side of one of the houses. A cold sweat broke out on his brow, and his breathing grew heavier.

“Damn,” he muttered under his breath, leaning heavily against the wall. The strain of using Progress Magic for two back-to-back constructions had taken more out of him than he’d realized. His body felt drained, as though the energy had been pulled directly from him to fuel the magic.

A Realization

As he steadied himself, Alexei’s mind raced. He had built the construction office earlier, confident that it would be the cornerstone of his settlement’s growth. But now, an alarming thought struck him.

“I didn’t assign any vehicles,” he muttered, the realization cutting through his exhaustion. “The construction office is useless without them.”

He clenched his fists, frustration bubbling to the surface. It was a critical oversight—one that could slow down the settlement’s progress significantly. Vehicles were essential for moving materials and workers, and without them, even the simplest projects would take far longer.

Pushing himself upright, Alexei wiped his forehead and took a deep breath. “One problem at a time,” he told himself. “First, I need to rest. Then, I’ll figure out how to get the vehicles set up.”

A Moment of Reflection

He glanced back at the Townhall, the symbol of his efforts so far. It stood strong, but Alexei knew that he couldn’t afford to keep exhausting himself like this. Progress Magic was powerful, but it came at a cost—and if he didn’t manage his energy and resources wisely, the settlement would falter before it had even begun.

Turning his gaze back to the two houses, he allowed himself a small, bitter laugh. “Two steps forward, one step back,” he muttered. “Welcome to progress.”

A Sudden Change

Bright Socket and Maple Glint approached the door of their new home, eager to step outside and get a closer look at the settlement. But just as Maple pushed the door open, she froze.

“Wait,” she said, holding Bright back with a hoof. Her eyes were fixed on Alexei, who was walking toward the construction office. His movements were slow, his shoulders hunched, and even from their distance, they could see how worn out he looked.

“Is he okay?” Bright asked, his voice laced with concern.

Maple shook her head. “I don’t know, but look at him. He seems… drained.”

As they watched, Alexei paused mid-step and muttered something to himself. The faint words drifted through the quiet air, just loud enough for them to catch: “Two steps forward, one step back.”

Bright’s ears perked up. “What do you think he means by that?”

“Not sure,” Maple replied. “But something’s not right.” She glanced back at Bright. “Come on. Let’s head back inside. I don’t think he wants us to see him like this.”

Bright hesitated but nodded, following her back into the house. They quietly made their way to the window, pulling back the curtain just enough to observe Alexei without being noticed.

Through the Window

From their vantage point, they watched as Alexei reached the construction office. He stopped in front of it, setting down the satchel slung over his shoulder. His movements were slow, deliberate, as though every step took effort.

“What’s he doing?” Bright whispered.

“Let’s just watch,” Maple replied, her eyes narrowing as Alexei pulled out a blueprint and unrolled it.

They saw a faint glow surround Alexei’s hands as the Progress Magic began to take effect. The shimmer of energy grew brighter, and within moments, the first vehicle started to materialize. A small, compact bus took shape—a blue-and-white RF-977 Microbus, its rounded frame gleaming under the sunlight.

Bright’s jaw dropped. “Did he just… make that?”

Maple didn’t reply, her eyes glued to the scene as Alexei’s magic flared again. This time, the outline of a larger vehicle appeared. Piece by piece, the LZ-100 Un-covered truck took form, its open bed and rugged frame standing in stark contrast to the sleek microbus beside it. When the glow faded, both vehicles stood complete, parked neatly next to one another with space left for a third.

Speculation

Bright turned to Maple, his excitement barely contained. “That was amazing! How did he do that? What kind of magic is that?”

Maple shook her head slowly, her skepticism deepening. “I don’t know. It’s not like any magic I’ve ever seen. It’s not unicorn magic, that’s for sure.”

“Do you think we should ask him about it?” Bright asked.

Maple hesitated, then sighed. “We’ll ask. But let’s not jump to conclusions. For all we know, this is normal where he’s from.”

Bright nodded, though his curiosity still burned brightly. “Alright. But I have a lot of questions.”

“Let’s wait until he’s done,” Maple said, glancing back at Alexei. “He looks like he’s barely holding himself together.”

A Sudden Collapse

Bright and Maple stood frozen by the window, watching Alexei as he lingered near the construction office. His movements were unsteady, his steps faltering more with each passing moment.

“Is he okay?” Bright asked, his voice filled with worry.

Before Maple could respond, Alexei stumbled forward, catching himself briefly before his knees gave out. He dropped to the ground, kneeling as if the weight of the world were pressing down on him. For a moment, he looked up at the sky, his chest rising and falling with labored breaths.

Then, without warning, he fell backward, landing flat on the ground.

Bright gasped. “He’s down! Come on, we have to help him!”

Rushing to Help

The two ponies bolted from the house, the door slamming behind them as they sprinted toward Alexei. Bright reached him first, skidding to a stop beside his prone figure. “Alexei! Are you alright? Can you hear me?”

Maple crouched down on Alexei’s other side, her eyes scanning him for injuries. “He’s breathing,” she said, relief in her voice. “But he looks completely drained.”

Bright leaned closer. “Alexei, wake up! Say something!”

Alexei’s eyes fluttered open slightly, his gaze unfocused as he looked at them. His voice was barely audible, a whisper carried on the breeze. “I’m… fine. Just… tired.”

“Tired?” Maple said sharply. “You collapsed! That’s not just tired.”

Bright nodded quickly. “What can we do? How do we help?”

Alexei tried to sit up, but his body refused to cooperate. He groaned softly and closed his eyes again. “Just… give me a moment. I’ll be alright.”

Realization and Concern

Maple exchanged a worried glance with Bright. “This is more than just tired,” she muttered. “Whatever he’s doing, it’s taking too much out of him.”

Bright placed a hoof on Alexei’s shoulder. “You don’t have to do this all on your own, you know. We’re here to help.”

Alexei didn’t respond immediately, his breaths slowly evening out. Finally, he murmured, “I appreciate it… but there’s still so much to do.”

“You won’t get anything done if you push yourself into the ground,” Maple said firmly. “We’ll help, but you need to rest.”

Bright nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, let us take care of some things for a while. You just… take it easy, okay?”

For a moment, Alexei said nothing. Then, with effort, he gave a small nod. “Alright,” he whispered. “Just… help me back to the Townhall.”

Back to Safety

With Bright on one side and Maple on the other, the two ponies helped Alexei to his feet. He leaned heavily on them as they guided him back toward the Townhall, his steps slow and unsteady. Despite his exhaustion, there was a faint smile on his face—a quiet acknowledgment of their support.

Back to the Townhall

With Alexei leaning heavily on their shoulders, Bright and Maple guided him through the door of the Townhall. The air inside was cool and still, a stark contrast to the fading sunlight outside. The journey to Alexei’s room was slow but steady, the ponies carefully navigating the hallway to avoid jarring him further.

When they reached his room, they eased him onto the bed. Alexei sank into the mattress with a soft groan, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment.

“Are you alright now?” Bright asked, his voice tinged with worry.

Alexei opened his eyes, offering a faint smile. “I’ll be fine,” he said, though his voice was hoarse with exhaustion. “Thank you.”

The Questions Begin

Bright and Maple exchanged a glance before settling themselves on the floor near the bed.

“What happened out there?” Maple asked bluntly. “Why did you pass out like that?”

Alexei took a deep breath, collecting his thoughts. “Progress Magic,” he said finally. “It’s powerful, but it takes a toll. Every structure I build, every vehicle I create—it all pulls energy from me. I guess I underestimated how much it would take to build two houses and those vehicles in one day.”

Bright tilted his head. “So, every time you use it, you get this… drained?”

Alexei nodded. “If I’m not careful, yes. It’s not infinite. I have to manage my energy wisely.”

Maple frowned, her voice carrying a hint of frustration. “Then why push yourself so hard? You’ve got us now. You don’t have to do everything alone.”

“It’s not about doing it alone,” Alexei replied, his tone steady despite his fatigue. “It’s about laying the foundation. Without these buildings, without those vehicles, the settlement won’t grow. But you’re right—I need to pace myself.”

Satisfied for Now

Bright leaned back, his expression thoughtful. “Well, if you need help, just say the word. We’re here now, and we want this place to succeed as much as you do.”

Maple nodded, her usual skepticism softened. “He’s right. Don’t run yourself into the ground. You’re no good to anyone like that.”

Alexei chuckled softly, closing his eyes. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

The two ponies sat in silence for a moment, watching Alexei’s breathing grow steadier. Finally, Maple stood, nudging Bright with her hoof. “Come on. Let’s let him rest.”

Bright hesitated, then nodded. “Alright. But if you need anything, Alexei, just holler, okay?”

Alexei gave a faint nod, already halfway to sleep. “Thanks, both of you.”

Back to Their House

Bright and Maple stepped quietly out of the room, closing the door behind them. The walk back to their house was quiet, the day’s events weighing heavily on their minds.

As they entered their home and settled in for the night, Bright spoke softly. “You think he’ll be okay?”

Maple sighed, glancing out the window toward the Townhall. “He’s tougher than he looks. But we’ll need to keep an eye on him.”

Bright smiled faintly. “Yeah. We’ve got his back.”

With that, the two ponies headed to their respective rooms, their thoughts already drifting toward the challenges—and possibilities—that tomorrow would bring.

Author's Note

sorry if this seemed a bit rushed if you have any complaints or things to note please let me know if you would be so kind :)