The Peacemaker

That was 20 years ago. After Equestria won the war humans retreated back to earth but Equestria was no longer interested in humanity and showed no interest in following them back to earth. The humans who stayed in Equestria were either killed or made into slaves to serve the ponies of Equestria but when a slave refused to work or became unable to work they were killed.

Only a few humans staged a resistance act and they were called the Last Beacon of Humanity or LBH for short. I became a drifter, no longer interested in living life and I moved to the high mountains of Equestria and drank homemade vodka to drown my sorrows. Few ponies pursued the life of bounty hunting un-slaved humans, referred to as ‘wild-men’. On a few occasions I had to kill bounty hunters who came looking for wild-men in the mountains but a few years after the war few ponies would venture into the mountains just to look for Wild-men.

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Okay just a heads up I’m going to switch perspectives right now to Rainbow Dash and I just thought I’d tell you so you didn’t get confused.

“Oh yeah, that’s what I’m talking about” I boasted, Hoops was foolish enough to believe he could beat me in a race and once again I left him in the dust.

“Aww man, I can’t believe I was just beaten by a mare” Hoops complained and I walked up to him and lifted his chin up as I gave him a wink. “Don’t worry… I think the snails are looking for some-pony to race” I laughed then zipped away, leaving him in a puff of dust.

As I flew through the air I looked down to the ponies in the meadow fields below. Fillies and colts played with their parents, playing ball or having picnics. A tear rolled down my face as I remembered my childhood, I had never had any parents and was simply told that I was dropped off with a large wad of cash and the flight school had orders to raise me.

On several occasions I asked the principal of flight school what happened to my parents but they always told me I would have to wait until I was older to understand. Finally ate the age of 15 years old the principal told me that an elderly mare named Granny Smith knew what had happened to my parents so I dropped out of school and went looking for this ‘Granny Smith’ and finally found her at a place called Sweet Apple acres but every time I try to talk to her about my parents she either pretended like she couldn’t understand me or simply changes the subject. I held back my tears and raced towards Sweet Apple acres.

Due to my unmatchable speed I arrived at Sweet Apple acres quickly and landed in front of the barn. The apple family’s human, Javier, was working furiously, pitch forking hay. “Hey Jay, go get Applejack for me” I ordered him and he looked up to me fearfully and nodded then quickly raced inside, humans were weird and very skittish when ponies ordered them to do something.

Soon my good friend AJ came out and Javier raced back and started pitch forking hay again. “See yah later Jay” I called out with a smile but he simply flinched as we walked by him. “So tell me Dash, what brings yah tah the farm today?” Applejack asked me and I shrugged “Actually I was wondering if I could talk to Granny Smith today” I replied and Applejack nodded. “Well of course yah can, come on inside she’s bakin a batch a apple fritters” she told me and led me into the house.

“Now be careful Applebloom, them fritters is hot” said the old mare known as Granny Smith. As Applejack and I entered the kitchen Granny Smith looked to us, “Well howdy there Rainbow Dash… what brings yah tah the farm today” she asked in her elderly southern accent. “Well actually I was wondering if I could ask you something” I replied and she got up from her seat and trotted over to us rather slowly, her hip creaking all the while.

“Well sure dearie, come on in tah the livin an make yourself at home” Granny Smith replied and led me into the living room while Applejack and Applebloom prepared the apple fritters.

As I sat down across from Granny Smith she looked to me contently. “So dearie… what can ol Granny Smith do fer yah today?” Granny Smith asked. I took a deep sigh “Well I was wondering if you could tell me about my parents?” I asked, “Yer parents… why ah have no idea about what happened tah yer parents” Granny Smith lied. “I didn’t say something happened to them, I asked if you could tell me about them?” I asked again.

Granny Smith let out a depressed sigh “Alight dear… ah guess it would be appropriate fer yah tah know what really happened tah yer parents” Granny Smith began. “The year was 1992, twenty years ago. Your parents were the famous Colonel Wildhorse and military advisor Rose Pedal, they were very respected among the Equestrian military and very hated among the humans” Granny Smith told me, “Wait… why did the humans hate them?” I asked. “Well dearie a long time ago humans and Equestria had a very bad war and many ponies were hated by the humans for being famous war heroes, like yer father and mother” Granny Smith informed me. ‘Wow I never read about the war between Equestria and humans… maybe I should have paid more attention in history class’ I thought to myself as Granny Smith continued her story.

“So back in ’92 yer father took leave with yer mother and they both went out of town tah yer father’s house on the outskirts a Stalliongrad. So anyways this hotshot comes racing down on yer pa and mother and shoots them both dead but you were just a baby so you probably don’t remember and before he killed yah ah grabbed yah up and tossed a grenade into the building and he was killed in the blast” Granny Smith told me. “Wow really?” I asked and she nodded but then lost track of her story. “Heck yes, why just before ah shot him dead he blasted me in the hip an that’s why ah walk so slow” she told me. “Wait… hold on, I thought you said he was killed by a grenade blast?” I asked suspiciously.

Granny Smith’s eyes quickly looked back and forth as she tried to make up a story “Well yes… uhm ah meant tah say…” she stuttered. “Granny… just tell me what really happened” I told her and she let out another depressive sigh. “Okay… but yah can’t tell no-pony bout this err we’ll both be in deep trouble… the man who killed yer parents really did shoot them both dead but fer some reason he felt pity fer yah and after he slaughtered all the stallions under my command he shot me in the hip then gave me a wad of cash and told me tah give yah a good life because he didn’t have what it took tah be a father, especially of a child whose parents he’d killed. He then burned down the house and told me tah tell the officials that he was killed in the fire… so that’s it” she told me and I was taken back by the information.

“What happened to my parent’s murderer?” I managed to ask through sniffles of sadness. “Don’t rightly know tah tell yah the truth, he wasn’t tagged during the human’s retreat out of Equestria and he was never enslaved. But ah heard rumors back in the day that any bounty hunters that go looking fer wild-men up in the mountains never come back” she informed me. “You think that he’s there?” I asked and she shrugged “It could just be an old dragon tail but then again maybe yer parent’s killer is really up in the mountains… wanted tah go myself but never got enough soldiers tah go lookin so ah never went” she told me. Rage and fury built up inside me as I thought to myself ‘Ha well I have enough courage to do it myself and I will avenge my parents’.