Jack was running. He didn’t know where, or why. He was just running. The whole world was a black void, his vision tunneled. What he could see was a massive white plain, with a woman running in front of him. He instinctively sprinted faster. She had black pants on, and a white sweater on. She looked back at Jack, her eyes full of fear. She turned back, trying to sprint faster

Kill.

Kill.

As he caught up with her, he drew his knife. His blade was poised to stab, and he lunged, jamming his blade through her back, piercing the woman’s heart. She hit the ground, her blood the only color in Jack’s tunnely vision. He flipped her over, staring into the woman’s eyes. They were deep blue, and Jack then realized who it was.

Aleksa.

His grabbed her face in dismay, already about to cry. She was dead, her lifeless eyes staring into his.

“Aleksa... Wake up baby. C’mon sweetie... Wake up...” He said quickly, his eyes wide with realization. He planted multiple kisses on his now dead ex-wife’s face, trying desperately to revive her.

“Aleksa, c’mon. Please, wake up. Wake up, please...”

Tears dropped from his eyes, as he shoved his face into her bloody sweater, sobbing.

Suddenly, he felt a hand on his back. He turned to see a smaller, naked woman looking at him. She wasn’t human. She had long hair, with perky ears, along with wings spread out. Her own blue eyes stared into Jack, when he registered.

“Fluttershy?” He asked, as she brought her arm around, stabbing him through his throat. He reached out, as he felt blood run out of his throat. He hit the white ground, his red blood spreading around his body.

Jack woke up, and rubbed his eyes. The young soldier looked around the room, and sighed.

“Still in this magical fuckin’ place. Balls...” The wounded man said to himself.

He got up, and pulled on his olive colored shirt on, and walked out of the room. The house was quiet, except for the occasional sound of the animals playing outside. There was no sign of Fluttershy, which seemed a little weird. Jack shook off the feeling, and walked into the kitchen. He was quite hungry, as he had hardly ate anything yesterday. As he walked into the cooking area, Jack turned his attention to a bag of potatoes lying next to the fridge. The hungry man grabbed them, and then opened the fridge, revealing a number of different fruits and vegetables. No meat.

“Fuck... I forgot,” Jack said drearily. He was stuck in a place where the dominant race was a bunch of vegetarians. He looked at the number of assorted herbivore foods inside the fridge, and pulled out a couple apples.

Jack turned to see that there were pans hanging above the stove top. He reached for one -which was quite easy since it was at about eye level to him- and put it on the stove, turning the heat up. He then turned towards the cutting board, and pulled out his trusty knife, still covered in blood. The soldier-turned-cook washed the knife off, and began to chop away at the potatoes.

It was only then, when Jack noticed the newspaper. On the very front page, was an article heading “Human Save’s Young Foals!” with a secondary headline of “Town meeting called to decide whether human should be captured!”

Jack shook his head, realizing that is probably where Fluttershy had gone. The merc continued to chop potatoes, and then brought them over to the pan, throwing them onto the black cooking tool sloppily. He then turned around, looking around the cottage. Suddenly, there was a little tug on Jack’s jeans. The towering soldier then looked down, to see an angry looking bunny staring up at him.

“Hey little guy. You want some breakfast?” Jack asked, kneeling down.

The angry looking lagomorph pointed at some carrots sitting on the counter, and Jack looked over to them. The young man then walked over to them, and picked a single carrot up. The bunny nodded happily, and Jack dropped it in front of him. The lagomorph picked up the carrot happily, and hopped away. Jack’s eyes followed the small bunny until it ran through the small pet door, smiling happily. His eyes then drew upward, to the outside. It was a bright and sunny morning, and the massive hole that had been in the sky seemed to have disappeared. Jack then turned back to the potatoes, which had somehow disappeared from the pan.

“What sorcery is this?” Jack asked looking at the pan in dismay. The merc’s eyes wandered around the room, until it came to the ceiling. Fluttershy was smiling, suspended in the air. She had the potatoes in her mouth, and flew down to the ground.

“Haha, very funny. You just stole my breakfast,” Jack said, and Fluttershy gave Jack a grin, along with a *squee* sound, defusing the whole situation.

“I’m soooo sorry, I was just sooooo hungry,” Said Fluttershy, in a playful mood. She was wearing a pink skirt and shirt, with small white dancing shoes, with long socks. Jack scoffed a bit, looking outside once more.

“So, you went to the town meeting, did you?” Asked Jack, and Fluttershy nodded.

“They’ve decided to catch you, to try and put you under furthur study. The three girls you saved made them promise that to let you out and go back home after studying,” Said Fluttershy, and Jack nodded. “Oh, by the way, who’s Aleksa?”

Jack’s heart stopped, remembering the dream. He took a look at Fluttershy, his eyes glazed over. He walked over to the couch, and plopped down

“She’s... shes my ex-wife...” Jack said, looking down at his hands.

“What’s wrong?” Asked Fluttershy. He knew it was a touchy subject, knowing he’ll probably burst into tears.

“Uh...” Jack started, wiping his wet eyes. “It’s just a subject that I find hard to talk about...”

Fluttershy nodded, looking over to the syringe case.

“How did you know?” Asked Jack, looking up at Fluttershy.

“You talk in your sleep. You must have feverish dreams. You were jerking around all last night, crying out her name in agony. I just felt so bad for you, so I decided to stay by you until you calmed down,” Said Fluttershy, giving Jack a warm smile.

“You stayed up all night, for me?” Asked Jack, and Fluttershy nodded. “Don’t do that. I’m not worth that much anyway.”

“Oh, don’t say that. You must mean something to someone, or somepony.

Somepony.

Jack shook his head, disregarding the last part of that sentence.

“You want to talk about it?” Asked Fluttershy, sitting next to him.

“No.”

Fluttershy was taken back by the anger in his voice. She looked at him, but none of his anger showed on his hard face. His eyes were somewhat red, a small line of water trailing down his face. He just stared at the wall, and shook his head.

“It doesn’t matter anymore,” Jack said, taking a syringe out of the case. He shoved it inside his vein, letting the purifying liquid run through his blood. He threw the syringe on the floor, and walked back to his room, shutting the door.

“So, will we be ready soon doctor?” Asked Hernando, looking over his multiple troops. There were about 25 of them, merely a forward scouting party to go and check out the new world that the doctor and the insane terrorist had found through the wormhole and telescope. Each of them was equipped with light gear. AK-47’s, M1911’s, the occasional grenade pack. Tank tops and sweat pants for the most part, along with balaclavas. There was a single high ranking merc among them, but he mattered not. At least, not yet.

“Well, yes, but you may have one teensy problem,” Said the white haired doctor, looking through the telescope.

“What is that, mano?” Asked Herndando, adjusting one of his soldiers grenade pouches.

“The man you killed about 3 weeks ago?” Asked Abernathy, pulling his face away from the telescope. “He’s still alive, and from the looks of it, still kicking major ass. Those weird dog creatures we saw yesterday were taken out like they were children by him.”

Hernando nodded for a moment, then looked over that the single mercenary standing among the weak militia. “Oi, Bear, come over here.”

The merc stepped forward. He was wearing blue jeans, with a neck hugging black jacket, with yellow stripes going down the sides of his outerwear. The gun for hire had fingerless gloves on well, making sure that the jacket was tucked into them. His hair was a simple brown, spiky mohawk, with a scar running across his cheek. His eyes were dark brown, and heavy, like he hadn’t gotten sleep in days. The merc had teardrop tattoos next to his eye, as well as a paw tattooed into the middle of his forehead. He stepped forward, looking at Hernando.

“Bear, I don’t want you to stick with these chicken fucks,” Hernando gestured at the soldiers. “I want you to find Jack, and I want you to cut his fucking throat out.”

Bear nodded silently, putting a hand on Hernando’s shoulder. The large merc, weighing in at 200 pounds at 6’ 5”, would easily overcome an opponent such as Jack. His enemy was wounded, probably weaponless, and was extremely vulnerable at the moment. Bear would have no problem at killing him. If he couldn’t get him up close, the merc would take him down at a range, using his M14 as a sniper. This would be an easy mission.

Hernando took a step back, handing Bear a parachute. He signaled for him to jump through the wormhole, and Bear did so without a single protest. The psychotic terrorist leader turned back to his group of followers, and smiled.

“Okay, attention! I want all of you fucking beady eyes on me, you whores! You see that fucking planet! It’s ours! It can be yours, if you do not fuck this up, comprende?” Hernando paced in front of the group of men, as if he was doing a revolutionary speech. “You are not to rape, pillage, fuck, or do anything else to the locals! Don’t even fucking interact with them, or I will slice your dick off, and shove it up your ass!”

A couple men shuffled in discomfort, but Hernando continued. “The only reason you’re bringing those fucking piece of shit Russian excuses for assault rifles, is because I know it makes you feel macho, and not a dick sucking Thai transvestite! Do you fucking understand! Until I give you the go ahead, I don’t want to see any blood shed.” Some of the men groaned.

“But let me make this fucking clear! If any of you shitheads see that fucking excuse for a mercenary, Jack Ross, feel free to load his body with lead, and then proceed to ass rape him with a knife!” Shouted Hernando, and the men shouted with joy. “Now, make sure you get a parachute before you jump into the wormhole, you cum-guzzling pieces of shit! I don’t need to lose any more men!”

The soldiers lined up, grabbing parachutes one at a time, before jumping into the hole, being transported to the different planet. Hernando smiled to himself, watching his pawns jump into the hole. He turned around, walking out of the large room.

Jack had been staring at the ceiling for the fifth hour straight. He kept on watching the ceiling fan spin around and around. In truth, he was thinking. Thinking on how Zecora had the same tattoo as he had. It couldn’t have been a coincidence. She sounded African, and the fact that she was a zebra reinforced that. Maybe her tribes did the same as the ones on earth? Jack only got it because he had killed some big oil lord out of the goodwill of his heart for a small african tribe. In return, he got a tattoo, showing that he was a warrior. Big fucking deal. He was just wondering if she had come from earth, and if she had, was there a way off this place?

But he also couldn’t get his mind of Aleksa. This happened every time he had that dream. He would get depressed, think about how much of an ass hole he was for abandoning her. Then he would get his shit together, kill a couple people, then have the dream together. Life repeats itself. Jack knew it was stupid to think about. He was no longer married, stuck on a planet with techni-colored ponies, with an unfinished contract. Granted, he no longer needed to kill Hernando, but he just wanted to kill him out of sheer revenge. Jack would enjoy the moment when he would get to sink his blade deep into the terrorist’s throat. Jack tingled with enjoyment at the very thought.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and Fluttershy walked in. She was dressed same as before, except she had just enough make-up on to make herself look professional. Jack glanced at her, then continued to watch the ceiling fan spin around in circles.

“Jack, I’m going to go to the spa with my friends. I’ll be back in about 2 hours. Try not to get into trouble, okay?” Fluttershy said, and Jack simply nodded. The mare shook her head, then dissapeared out of the room. The human simply waited until she left the house, then shot up, grabbing his knife.

“Time to pay Miss Zecora a visit,” He said softly to himself, slowly walking out of the back door.

It was midday, and the sun shone down warmly onto the humans olive skin. He had his knife, his machete, his handgun, a canteen, and a depressed mind. Everything was set to go. He set off into the deep forest, stumbling over a few roots on his way through the small, green yard Fluttershy had between her house and the forest.

As he entered the thick forest, he turned around for one last look at the house, hoping that Fluttershy would not come home to an empty nest. Jack shook the thought off, and walked into the dark depths of the everfree.

The tall soldiers boots crunched against the soft undergrowth of the forest. He traced his path back to the cottage by kicking all the leaves off the path he took. Granted, Jack did not have a single clue where he was going, but he was rest assured that he would find the way to the hut. It was quite simple, really. There were a few bricks and stones doing a half assed job of paving the way to the hut. Plus, there was a terrible odor that smelled of rotten flesh, and a vagina that hasn’t been cleaned in years. Jack continued to walk the path, noting that the foliage was getting thicker. Many of the larger trees had scratch marks on them, looking large enough to be wolves. Jack placed a single hand on his machete, continuing to walk.

Soon, the pathway opened up into the area around the hut. The smell was overwhelming, so much that it was painful to breathe. Multiple branches of wood were covered in glowing liquid, and Jack had an idea of what was happening inside the hut. The merc walked up to the hut, which seemed to be a mixture of a tree and multiple wood buildings around it. Looked very neanderthalish, but was probably very durable. Jack walked up to the door, and knocked gently. He heard some noises from the inside of the hut, but almost immediately, the door was opened by the still nude Zebra. The stench blew out from the inside, making Jack turn up his nose.

“Ah! Hello, human,” Zecora said, leaning on the doorway, making no attempt to hide her breasts or sex.

“Hello, Zecora. May I ask you a few questions?” Asked Jack, keeping eye contact with Zecora.

“Of course, of course. What brings you away from the horse?” Asked Zecora, and then shook her head.

“That was a terrible rhyme,” Jack said, and Zecora nodded.

“Very hard to make a good rhyme while talking to a human. It always ends in ruin,” Said Zecora, and Jack raised an eyebrow.

“Do you always talk like that?” Asked Jack, still standing on the front doorway.

“It is the zebra way. I could do it all day,” Said Zecora, walking away from the door, gesturing inside. “Come in, come in. I’m making an potion out of rabid Timber Wolves.”

Jack walked in, wiping his boots off on the floor. The main room seemed to branch off into other areas of the tree. It was also very large and cavernous.There were rugs and wood furniture everywhere, along with multiple cultural artifacts Jack could identify from his trips to Africa. He watched as Zecora walked over to the cauldron, and stir it up. The human could see multiple bits of the wooden wolves inside the boiling pot, and Jack raised an eyebrow.

“How did you kill all of them?” Asked Jack, and Zecora just laughed.

“Killed? No, I’m using the one you killed about 4 days ago,” Said Zecora, stirring the cauldron. “I do not believe in killing. In fact, nopony does. Perhaps the tribes of old from my homeland do still believe in such things, but for the most part, we do not.”

“You didn’t rhyme.”

Zecora looked back at Jack, and gave him a sliver of a smile, then turned back to the cauldron.

“I know why you came. For one question strikes you lame,” Zecora let her wooden spoon sit in the cauldron. “You’re wondering how to get home.”

“Correct, but there is another question,” Jack said, as Zecora slowly walked over to him, swinging her hips sexily.

“And what may that be?” Asked Zecora, finally making her way over to the human, sitting on his lap.

“How you have the same tattoo as I do,” Jack said, as Zecora mounted him. He was slightly aroused, but Jack had never been one to get aroused easily. A large amount of foreplay would have to be involved to even get him slightly hard.

“Ah, the tattoo. I was wondering about that too,” Said Zecora, tracing Jack’s jaw with her finger, looking into his eyes. The zebra’s eyes were luminescent blue, almost like portals. Jack gave his hard green eyed stare back. “I do not know the answer. It grows in my mind like cancer. Though I do know someone who knows.”

Zecora unmounted Jack, and stood up, running her hand through her mohawk. She turned around, looking out the window. She turned back to the soldier, who had stood up himself.

“I got this tattoo from a very dear friend in my travels. She knew of a man who was in a similar predicament. She had a human child, about the age of 18 when I saw her 3 years ago. She may not be alive, but I’m sure her daughter is. She lives far into the mountains in the north,” Zecora said, looking at Jack, walking up to him. “I will give you what you need, in return for a favor.”

Jack raised an eyebrow. He had played enough Skyrim and Fallout 3 to know where this was going. He just hoped he didn’t end up having to do other tasks for other people, which then led to doing tasks for more people, just so he could get at the main objective of his quest. The human decided to take his chances.

“What do you need?” Asked Jack, and Zecora looked at him weird.

“Are you sure you’re up for such a task?” Asked Zecora, and Jack nodded his head.

“Of course.”

The anthropomorphic zebra nodded, and then turned to a cookbook she had next to the cauldron. “If you could, please gather a rosemary beetle, a few petals of white gorge flower, and a drop of rainbow. It may take time, so do not worry about being slow.”

There was that rhyming again. Jack shook it off, taking the cookbook from Zecora. “I don’t even know what these things look like. I mean, besides the rainbow.”

“Do not fret, for I can bet, as the man you are, you need not go far. A rosemary beetle has been nesting underneath my tree for some time. Use what you need, but do not kill it. The wings are the prime ingredient. For the gorge petals, they are located outside in my garden. The smell, you will have to pardon,” Zecora said.

“What about the rainbow?” Jack asked, scratching his stubble. “Technically impossible to get a drop of rainbow.”

“Maybe in your world, but many things do not make sense here. Go now, for you may have it all done by sundown, if you are quick,” Said the Zebra, stirring the cauldron again. Jack nodded, and walked out of the hut, shutting the door behind him.

The sky had become gray with clouds, and small droplets of rain pitter-pattered on Jack’s tan skin. He looked around, thinking that starting with the garden would be the best idea. He started to circle around the tree/hut house, looking for any type of garden. Of course, following his amount of luck he had been having in the past month, there was no garden in sight. Jack muttered a couple words under his breath, and looked around further. A small dirt path behind the huts led down to a small bog, bubbling with what looked to be tar.

“This day just gets better and better, doesn’t it?” Jack said to himself, walking down to the bog.

There was a small island in the middle of the tar lake, with only a small stepping stone path leading up to it. Large amounts of steam was forming off the top of the lake, due to the cool water hitting the hot tar. Massive bubbles flung hot, gooey, mess everywhere. The human stood at the shore, wondering how he would get to the other side. The rocks did not look very stable, as if they were to crumble at any given moment. Jack paced around the shore for a moment, thinking hard on how he would get across.

“Perhaps if I made some type of rope line to the other side...” Jack said, looking at the surrounding trees. They were tall enough, with multiple vines hanging down from each branch. Jack decided that it was a chance he was willing to take. He walked over to one of the taller trees, wondering where he would start.

“Fluttershy, why are you so concerned about the human, darling? He probably means no harm.” Said Rarity to Fluttershy, who were both bathing in a hot bath, along with their 4 other friends.Aloe and Lotus’ spa -which somewhat resembled a roman bathhouse, if, you know, a roman bath house was filled with jacuzzis and saunas- was a greats place to go to after a long day, which is exactly what everypony in the bath’s had. Rainbow Dash had a hard day of weather patrol, Applejack had to buck over 200 trees, Twilight had book reports, Pinkie Pie had done a little over 100 cakes, and Rarity was dealing with a huge order of dresses, and Fluttershy had to deal with keeping the human undercover. Her friends didn’t know that, though. While Fluttershy found it quite relaxing, she couldn’t stop worrying about Jack. The way he was acting in the morning made her feel as if he was going to do something incredibly stupid.

“I just don’t want my animal friends to get hurt. I heard that humans eat meat,” Fluttershy said softly, massaging her temples gently.

“Oh, sugarcube, I’m sure the human will realize how important those animals are to ya’, darlin’!” Added Applejack, who was getting a leg massage. “But if he steps near that barn, I’m going to light him up like zucchini on a grill.”

Fluttershy looked at her earthpony friend for a second with a raised eyebrow. Surely she wasn’t serious, was she? The butter colored pegasus shook her head, diverting her attention to Twilight, who had been quiet the whole time. She looked troubled, as she was reading a letter that looked as if it had been mailed from Celestia.

“Whats wrong, Twilight?” Asked Fluttershy, and Twilight sighed deeply, putting her letter down on the table next to the bath.The purple unicorn massaged her neck gently, her eyes closed in thought.

“Apparently, Princess Celestia needed some extra help on the human thing, so she sent down another pony,” Said Twilight, pushing the letter away in disgust.

“And?” Asked Rainbow Dash. “Wait, lemme guess; she sent your brother.”

“Not even close, Dash,” Twilight said, slight annoyance in her voice.

“Princess Cadance?” Asked Pinkie, smiling widly. “I really do enjoy my dances with her!”

“Close, but no cigar. Trixie,” Said the purple mare, and the remaining 5 girls gasped.

“Trixie?! But, but... She’s tried to hurt us twice! I will simply not stand for this, Twilight!” Shouted Rarity in disgusted, and Pinkie began to pout as well.

“She took away my mouth! Do you know how hard it was to not be able to talk for that long!?” Asked Pinkie, her eyes as big as dinner plates.

“I hope she doesn’t try and banish you, again. That was really mean, and I don’t want to go on secret missions again...” Said Fluttershy, her voice just a squeak.

“Don’t worry guys. I’m sure everything will go okay. First sign of trouble though, and she’s out of here,” Said Twilight, leaning back in the bath, her eyes losing tension.

Suddenly, a young purple dragon walked into the room, his green eyes fixated on all 6 mares. He was wearing a green tee-shirt, and a pair of loose fitting jeans, tucked into boots. He had a scared look on his face, obviously concerned about something.

“Hey spikey-wikey! Whats wrong?” Asked Pinkie, standing up from the bath, showing her naked body to the young dragon.

“I- uh... I-” Stammered Spike, staring at Pinkie’s small but perky breasts. Applejack forced her down into the bath, and Spike regained his speech. “There’s something happening with the big-purple-thingy above town. I think you may want to take a look.”

“And my dad said that I would never amount to anything!” Jack triumphantly stood on the top of a very large tree, the branches stripped. The soldier held what looked like a sharpened stick, connected to a very long rope made out of the meat of the tree’s branches and vines. Jack himself was covered in cuts, his fingers bandaged up, along with his wrists. And arms. And legs. It didn’t matter to him. Within 30 minutes, he had made a zipline out of vines and tree meat. He couldn’t help but take pride in what he had done.

Zecora walked out of her hut, staring at the now destroyed tree. Her jaw dropped, her eyes widening.

“Human! What have you done!?” Shouted Zecora at him, and Jack turned towards the zebra.

“What?” Asked Jack, and Zecora, pointed at the stepping stones, angrily.

“You could have used the stepping stones!” Shouted Zecora, and the human just laughed.

“Those things would have never supported my weight! Watch this!” Jack flung the wood stick over to the small island in the middle of the tar lake. It slid into the ground, giving a sturdy end point for the makeshift zip line. Jack then grabbed a larger, straight stick, and put it over the top of the zip line, jumping off the top of the tree.

Zecora watched, amazed, as Jack sped down the line, the vine barely holding his weight. He was moving at a good speed, up until the very last portion of the ride. Speed wobbles were getting the best of the zipline, and the vine suddenly snapped, sending Jack and his stick tumbling through the air, over hot tar.

“SHHHHHIIIIIIIITTTTTTT!” Shouted Jack. While his forward propulsion was making him glide through the air, towards the island, he was a good 30 feet away, making it very hard to see him landing without a broken bone, or at least a fracture.

Zecora facepalmed as the screaming human flew through the air, knowing that he was going to injure himself bad, and that she was going to have to either heal him using some potion or nurse him back to health using other means. She could only watch as he barreled towards the dark green grass of the island.

Jack was about 5 feet away, when he curled up into a ball. While it wouldn’t give him much protection, it would keep him from breaking his back, hopefully. He felt as if the ground was reaching out to him, as if it was going to pull him in and crush him into a pancake.

It almost felt that way, as the human smashed into the ground, sending dirt and grass into the air. A sickening *pop* sounded as Jack rolled, his teeth gritted in pain. As he came to a stop, he laid on his back, hyperventilating from the intense pain coming from his right ankle. His eyes were huge, looking around, his vision changing colors from the adrenaline rushing through his now dilated veins. The human’s heart was pounding around 150 bpm, and he could feel his pupils constrict into tiny dots, letting in as little light as possible. He sat up quickly, staring at his ankle in horror.

It had been twisted all the way around. Instead of facing upwards, the ankle was dangling loosely around 150 degrees from where it should have been. It was only a dislocation, but Jack knew it was serious. One wrong twist, and he could lose use of that leg for a long time, and he couldn’t afford such a thing at this point. The soldier reached forward, grabbing his ankle gently, twisting it so that it felt as if it was in its natural position. Jack then slowly put pressure on it, until he could feel the ligament slowly pushing back into the socket. It felt like hours, but in a mere 30 seconds, he was at the wall, and needed one last push before he could try and walk again. The human pulled off his belt, and bit into it, before grabbing his ankle again.

“One...Two....THREE!” shouted Jack through gritted teeth, before shoving the ankle back into place. A satisfying *pop* sounded, as the ankle settled into Jack’s socket, leaving his yelling in pain. His eyes filled with tears, still biting into his belt. He fell back in relief, staring into the sky.

Finally, he sat up, and looked around. A small bundle of white flowers were directly in front of Jack, and he walked over to them, pulling a single flower off. He shoved it into one of his pockets, and made his way over to the stepping stone bridge. He had wanted to rope climb his way back, but now, the only way back was via the stepping stones. He didn’t trust it, but against his better judgement, the merc sheepishly placed a single foot upon one of the stepping stones. It didn’t budge, so he took another step. This one didn’t budge either. He cautiously continued, making sure not to lose his balance. Slowly, but surely, Jack reached the other side without fail. Zecora looked at him with awe, as the human pulled out the flower.

"I got your damn flower. Now, tell me how to get under your house, so I can get this beetle," Jack said, slightly annoyed.

"There is a door to the basement inside the hut. There you will find the entrance to the gut," Said Zecora, and Jack raised an eyebrow.

"Whatever," He simply muttered, running up to the hut.

Above him, in the now grey sky, flew things that looked like birds, gliding slowly towards the earth. But they were not birds...

They were humans.

Author's Note

Hey guys! Sorry this one took a bit longer than I wanted it to, but my internet crapped out for a while, and I couldn't access it. Thanks for bearing with me, and add any critique you have! Like I said, every little bit helps!

BTW, tell me how fast or slow the story is going. Again, I'm kinda new to writing third person stories, so I need all the help I can get. Thanks!