Queen Of Wrath

(Bear's Note: if you already read this chapter nothing changed only fixes in grammar)

The orange ponies eyes slowly opened, “Uggggh” He moaned out.

Something was slowly breathing on top of him; he pushed the object to the side, he struggled to get on his hooves. He looked down at the object that limited his movements, a Pegasus, passed out, he sighed. He glanced around the bar, still fighting. He continued the path he was planning on going, he reached the wooden door slowly he pushed the door open. White tiles greeted him on his journey into the room.

The stallion blinked several times and stood in complete silence as the door closed behind him.

“This isn't the exit” He thought aloud.

He trotted over to a mirror on the far side of the room. He stared at his reflection.

“Uh oh” He trotted to a nearby stall and ripped off a piece of toilet paper. He placed the paper on his nose and looked at his messy cherry mane; he threw the paper away, turned the sink on and stuck his head underneath the nozzle. Bringing his head back up got water spayed in all directions. He wiped his face with more of the paper and exited the room.

A chair exploded to the side of the door. The stallion looked to where the chairs use to be. This place is insane; I have to get out of here. He thought; he scanned around the tavern, There! An exit was now present for him to escape this place. Trotting slowly and keeping his head down low he made his way to the door.

He reached the door, opening it quickly yet quietly not trying to put any attention to himself, He made it out. He gave a loud sigh and leaned on the side of the tavern. He looked up a piece of paper hovered above his head. He got back up and moved back a little and read the text on the paper.

JOIN NOW!

Do your part for Equestria and its pony citizens by joining the ranks of the Equestrian Guards.

This looks promising for me; I hope it’s better than my job fixing things. He read further down.

Sign up at the recruitment office in Downtown, Manehatten.

The stallion put on a determined face and shouted “I’m gonna go for it!” And then he stomped his hoof in the snow.

Everypony that was around him gave him a stare made of confusion and probably had thoughts that he was a weirdo, “Heh” he gave a fake laugh and trotted down in the opposite of direction of the tavern.

A hoof stomped down on a changeling’s face; the changeling instantly disappeared in a cloud of black smoke, Alucita’s breathing was heavy, her mane was a mess. Only ten remained, she had difficulties standing, she swayed a little. The changelings were panting heavily; it’s obvious to all of them that they all are pretty exhausted. Each of the changelings looked at one another, nine of them nodded. Slowly they trotted around Alucita; she looked around, surrounded.

“Smart.” She managed to puff out the words between breaths.

The Changelings hissed, two of them leaped forward ready to strike at her, she dropped to her stomach causing the two to collide, and black smoke erupted in the air where the two used to be. They had to choose their moves carefully she could be storing up her magic.

The remaining eight changelings broke out of the circle and reformed in a semi-circle; it was either now or never. Five of the changelings vibrated their wings; they lifted off the ground slowly and flew in slow moving circles; each one flying in a separate direction. Three changelings flew down from the formation Alucita trotted backwards the first challenge slammed into the ground, she stuck her horn out and managed to skewer the smoke. “Gaah” She yelped, the third managed to give her a new mane cut and a new facial feature, black smoke slowly leaked from the slash. The two returned back to the formation.

Alucita Knelt down, she hissed out in pain, her horn ignited in anger. An aura of magic surrounded the neck of a changeling causing it to the abruptly stop in midflight, skewering a poor changeling that was going in the opposite direction.

The Stallion trotted down the street leaving a cloud of snow behind him, a building quickly came into view. He slowed down his trot to a walk. He approached the double doors and stopped. He exhaled and opened the doors. A large room with several stallions and mares were sitting in seats along the sides of the room. A receptionist desk was directly in front of him. He walked straight up to the desk and focused his eyes on the blue maned mare doing paperwork.

The feeling of being nervous hit him like a ton of bricks “Uh…hello.” He managed to spit out.

“Here for the job are we?” She said without looking up from the papers.

His eye twitched a bit how could a young filly like her have an accent much heavier than mine? The stallion looked around the room glancing at the mares and stallions sitting down and turned back “Y…Yeah”.

“Okay sign here.” She slid a clipboard with pen attached by a chain.

He looked down at the paper and gripped the pen in his mouth. Who ever made this sheet has great penman ship. He scribbled in his name Ratchet; He filled every other information in as well.

“Thank you, please have a seat. A cart will come for you soon.” She pulled the clipboard closer to her side of the desk.

He looked around for a spot to sit in, there was a spot in between a mare with a green mane and stallion with a cream mane. He pulled up to the spot and sat. He felt awkward not saying anything. He turned to the mare and said “Hello, I’m Ratchet.”

She turned her head towards him “Ah’m Candy” The conversation dropped at that moment. The awkward silence returned. Ratchet tried to bring the conversation backup “You have very nice looking wings.”

With a poof Candy’s wings extended fully. “Awh thank yah, yah have very nice…mane style.”

Ratchet rubbed his hoof on his mane and smiled “Thanks.”

He turned to the stallion besides him "What’s your name?"

The stallion smiled and puffed out his chest and said “I am Clef, musician, at your service.” He gave a slight chuckle at the end.

It was obvious that everyone was nervous and or bored so this gave slight entertainment to the mare and stallion.

“Alright Clef, “Ratchet puffed out his chest. “I’m Ratchet, Repair Pony, at your service.”

They all shared in a good long laugh.