Lost Equestria: Crashing the fiesta

The wind roared in the gloomy cavern, adding a another note to already music filled cave. The noise of water dripping and bats snoring lightly only added more depth to the place. This was the Vagabonds hideout. It was the only place they were protected from the elements of nature and the Akrid. It was also an easy chokepoint to hold if those Nevec Bastards attempted to launch another assault on them. The war between Nevec and the Snow pirates had been getting worse, both sides were having countless casualties, but they kept on throwing themselves at each other, for all they knew, they were expendable.

The leader of the Vagabond, nicknamed pyramid head for the shape of his mask, leaned forward on his metallic chair, which the vagabonds stoled from the Nevec Overlandbattleship. He was observing a rocket launcher that he held in his hand. The rocket launcher was also another weapon very favored by the Vagabonds because it basically represented them, pure brute strength. Who needed tattics like flanking with sniper rifles when you could just bash through the front door guns blazing and explosions, oh god, explosions everywhere.

' Those Nevec bastards will fear the wrath of the snow pirates ' Pyramid head thought, unconsciously gritting his teeth and his anger began to boil. Nevec had caused so much suffering to the habitants of EDN III, if only one group of people were going to cause suffering and bloodshed it would be them, The mighty Vagabonds.

“Sir” A Vagabond called as appeared through the cavern entrance. His mask was circular and his body was mild brown with yellow tattoo stripes, indicating his rank of lieutenant. Though it didn't mean much since the vagabonds didn’t really know what that meant nor did they care. It was each to their own most of the time.

Pyramid head looked up and replied in a gruff, irritated tone “What is it? It better be good.”

“Tasty good or wheee whoo good?”

Pyramid facepalmed. He seemed to be the only smart one in this faction. “Just tell me already.”

The round masked pirate nodded and with a click of a finger, two more Vagabonds appeared holding down a teenager who arms were chained, poorly, in front of him. The teenager was roughly around nineteen years of age and was wearing a combination of different clothings, from a Nevec jacket to a pair Vagabond metal shoes and mask. His face was swollen and trickles of blood were rolling down his temple. It took no scientist to realize this kid got his ass handed to him.

Pyramid head eyed the boy attentively. “So what do we have here, you lost your mama kid?”

The teenager remained silent, opting to keep his eyes fixed on the ground than to look at his captors.

Pyramid head looked at the lieutenant. “Where did you find him?”

The lieutenant stood at attention as he gave his report. “ We found this good for nothing rat, snooping around the overland battleship. He gave us quite a fight, he managed to kill twenty men with only a hand pistol.”

Intrigued by the fact this kid managed to slaughter twenty deadly Vagabonds, and with a weak hand pistol no less, really caught the pyramid headed leaders attention. “Do continue lieutenant.”

“Well after he ran out of bullets he started to run around the battleships in circles sir”

“Circles?”

“Circles, those are the round shapes right?”

“Yes lieutenant”

“Yes circles. Well it took us some time to predict his path, he was magically appearing from the left ran to the right then he appeared on the left side again, it was very difficult to catch up.... until he accidentally bumped into Mongo.”

“Poor Mongo eh?” The pyramid headed leader chuckled. Mongo was the name of the fattest Vagabond in the faction. He is so fat, sometimes the Akrid radar would confuse him for a Category G akrid.

“Long story short, Mongo gave him ‘heavy’ beating though he did injure him slightly.”

“Interesting.” The Vagabond leader stood up and approached the prisoner. He knelt down just a few centimeters away and analyzed the kid. He seemed malnourished as his ribs were visible but he had slightly toned arms which meant he had gone through many body wearing ordeals. “Tell me boy, what is your name and why did you think It was smart to pick a fight with the Vagabonds?”

Silence reigned the area for an eternity until the teenager finally rose his head at the Vagabond leader. “I don’t remember my name, but I only fought to measure my capabilities of survival.”

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‘Dios...’ The Vagabundo was lost for words as he scrutinized his hoof. He had just woken up ten minutes ago with a tremendous headache only to end up finding out he was a horse when he tried to stand up and clumsily fell flat down. His toned arms and legs were replaced with well..toned legs and forelegs. His fur was a very light brown and his tail was a combinations of many shade of reds. But Funnily his clothes, metal shoes and mask seemed to still be on him but had shrunken to fit snugly around his new equine frame.

After a while of admiring his new form, he tried to stand, on both legs. It was no surprise that he couldn’t keep his balance and kept on falling on his back. “Grrrh, stupid legs. I’m not that drunk” He grunted as he continued his futile attempt to stand on his hind legs. This went on for Half an hour until the former human gave up. “I think horses can’t stand on two legs...carajo” He said grimly before attempting to stand on all four. It was easier, but still uncomfortable. It took roughly another thirty minutes of pacing and face planting before he managed to get the hang of it.

“Waaawhee, that was hard.” The Vagabundo huffed before he looked around at his surrounding. He was in a barren meadow. Behind him were multiples hills covered with flowers that swayed in the chilly night breeze, the moon shining a peaceful aura over the flowerbeds. But in front of him it was unnatural. The grass from the meadow seemed to stop at like an imaginary line and was replaced with gritty rocks and soil. It was like if nature itself refused to gift the land beyond that ‘line’ with life. Squinting a little harder, the Vagabond managed to catch a glimpse of what seemed to be light, glittering dimly on top of a very steep and eery mountain. He looked back once again and also managed to see flickering lights of what seemed to be a bustling city.

“I have little idea of what the hell happened. Am I dreaming? It feels real.” He lifted his gaze to the moon. “It certainly feels real,....aw to hell with this.” He shuffled into his pack, which surprisingly was still wrapped around his waist. He felt for his machine gun, but couldn’t seem to find it. “Oh caramba.” A slight tinge of panic was noticeable in his voice. The machine gun was to the Vagabundo what a wing is to a bird, it was basically like his limb, heck he would sacrifice a limb just to use his gun.

After a few more desperate scrambling in his pack, he felt the cold rusty metal of his machine gun. With a contented sigh he somehow managed to grab it, even though he had no fingers. Giving the gun a once-over and checking if it was lock and loaded, the Vagabond gave an impish grin behind his rectangular mask before returning the gun back to his pack. He walked a few meters back so he could keep the two flicking lights of the two distant cities in sight.

“Two cities to plunder and sack, but which one..” He bought a hoof to his chin as he pondered on which city would burn first. “The one on the eery mountain where the grass doesn’t grow, or the one where the flower’s are always ‘open’.”

Now here is where you the reader decides. Depending of where he goes first will also determine who he meets first and 'befriends' first.

Which city does our simpleton Anti/hero decide to burn to the ground first?

A) Hoofington (Green meadow, Equestria, Maybe befriend a pony.)

or

B) Grifasia (Rocky terrain, Griffania, maybe befriend a griffin.)

or

C) He's going to sit and watch the grass grow. Because that intrigues him....a lot, I mean a lot. (Maybe befriend a bee.)