Trotswold Boarding School

All eyes are on the ring. You and Discord stand at opposite sides of the ring, sizing each other up.

“There will be no use of magic, wings or help from any spectators. Use of any of these will result in the opponent being disqualified. Spitting, pinching, licking. Banned. Hits below the belt are acceptable.” Mr Streak announces, dimming the lights to add effect to the matter.

Wait…

“Are we getting gloves?” You ask, slightly nervous.

“Gloves are for pussies.” He replies with a grin.

“You can begin when you’re ready.”

This is the part of the tale where the heroic protagonist finds that he is the supreme overlord of everything and can summon demonic minions to do as he com—

Your thoughts are cut short after He landed a clean blow to your gut, and then drop kicked you to the ground. It hurt, a lot. You roll away from him and stand, shaking your body off.

“Hey, I thought this was a boxing fight, not a free for all street fight!” You call to Mr. Streak.

“Sorry, didn’t I mention that is wasn’t a boxing fight?” He calls back, laughing.

Discord lunges towards you and lands a combo of punches.

Shit, he is fast.

His speed is unnatural. One second he could be in front of you, landing punches in your gut and chest, then he could be behind you in a matter of seconds. He seems to be punching you in a pattern...

Back, Back, Front, Font, Back, Back...

You lash out the second he appears back in front of you, causing him to crumple into a ball on the ground, holding his stomach and coughing violently.

C-c-c-Combo Breaker!

You lift him up by the shirt and use your stronger hand to low a couple of heavy blows to the face and gut before grabbing his and bringing it down towards your knee. A gasp of fear escapes your opponents mouth. You grab on to your opponents upper back, looking like you have grabbed on the neck. Holding on to your opponents shoulders in the midair, you place both of your knees on their shoulders and pull your opponent's top half of their body and let it hit your shins. You fall back gently on the mat and Discords thin frame tips over backwards.

You just got… Codebroken.

You run towards him and elbow drop him in the chest. You turn your back on your crippled opponent and look out of the ring. Cheers erupt from the crowd as you swinging your arms up in the air, preparing for your final move. You climb onto top of the ropes. You leap forwards into a forward somersault.

450º Splash!!

You feel your body become weightless. Your eyes are tight shut and you’re smiling in anticipation.

Did I land it?

You open one eye and see Discord, still lying on his back, with an outstretched hand. You’re floating in midair. He caught you! The slimy, sneaky, snaky snake caught you in his magic. He slowly brings himself to his feet and you look desperately at Mr Streak. He simply shrugs in your direction. He flexes his outstretched fingers and moves his hand in a downwards sweeping motion.

You’re body in dragged downwards towards the floor.  He repeatedly smashes your body into the floor before spinning you around in the air and letting you fall face first.

“Want to…”

Discords voice is drowned out as you feel a surge of pain rush through your body. You feel your head throb violently. The pain continues for what feels like an eternity. You wake up in a place you don’t recognize…  It’s complete darkness with a big double door at one end.

“Pfffft, my life has turned into some crappy video game with a predictable ending.” You sigh.

You knew what you had to do. You walk towards the door and stand in front of it.

“Oh great spirit that has been watching over me, I’m ready to get my superpowers now!” You call out, crossing your arms.

The doors creak open and floods of light fill the… place.

What a surprise.

You step through the door.

“… give up?” Discord finishes.

You open your eyes and gasp loudly. You stand and brush yourself off.

So, what superpower do I have? Trans dimensional teleportation? The ability to shape metallic objects? The ability to change logic in your own image?

You unwillingly sprint towards Discord and land multiple punches on his chest and head. He staggers backwards as you slide across the mat and knock Discord off his feet. You grab his legs and pull his towards you, kicking his ass, literally. You shoulder drop him repeatedly in the chest.  You have no consideration for his health right now; you just wanted to finish the job.

You step away from Discords frail body as he coughs and moans in agony on the ground. He weakly raises a hand, signalling the end of the fight.

The entire room is silent. A small choir of cheers begins in the back of the group. It ripples throughout the crowd and they begin to chant your name. You begin to feel light headed and slump down next to the rope. That explosive moment really took a lot out of you. Clean Slate hands a water bottle through the rope and you gratefully down the entire bottle. Discord is being dragged out of the ring by his legs. You muster enough energy to smile.

“Hey man, you really kicked Discords ass!” Storm called out, jogging towards you followed by two guys you don’t recognise.

They were Identical twins, however. Both about 5”8 and looked like they lived in the weight room. They both had a pretty big pair of wings attached to their backs. The only noticeable difference is that one of them had a small necklace on.

“Yeah… That was…” The first twin begins, hovering slightly.

“Awesome!” The other finishes.

Twins that finish each other’s sentences? How original.

“This is Damien,” Storm states, pointing at the boy with the necklace.

He gives a small wave.

“And I’m Drake.” The other one introduces.

You tell them your name.

“Well, we’ll talk to you later; coach will get pissy if we talk to you for too long.” Storm rolls his eyes and walks with the twins behind him.

You pull yourself to your feet and duck under the ring. You feel lightheaded a slump down next to the nearest wall. That little show took a lot out of you.

The rest of the double lesson was a mixture of sparring and recovery for the majority of students. Mr. Streak called off your Saturday detention and gave you the sports uniform. You were glad to get out of those tight shoes and shorts.

Lunch was either a cold hotdog or an equally cold vegetarian version. A small, square juice box complemented it. Most kids had gone to town to buy something to eat and came back with some form of fast food. The healthier ones picked a low calorie Subway, spilling with a variety of greens. You were unaware that you could go off site for lunch and ended up exploring the school yourself.

Biology was a pointless lesson. A bunch of daddy girls were bitching to each other the entire way through and the teacher was too kind to say anything about it. All you really did was look at the human joints and test your BMI, proudly landing in the healthy zone, for the last twenty minutes of the hour long lesson.

The bell rang through the science block and the sound of stalls scraping against the tiled floor and the teachers attempts to remind them that the bell signals the end of the lesson for her, not for them.

Study period; I haven’t got anything to study…

You walk to the fountain and sit.

It’s so calm.

*Ruffle*

What was that?

*Ruffle ruffle*

You stand up and look around.

This school is haunted.

You slowly step away from the fountain, backing down the path to your block.

*Ruffle Ruffle Ruffle*

You turn and sprint down the path to your block. You make it half way before you feel a light tap on your shoulder. Your blood turns cold as you slowly turn your head to see…

“Oh my gosh, I can’t believe you have study period now as well, that is so awesome because I have study period and most people don’t have study period so I get lonely sometimes, but it’s so cool that you have study period because having friends is what everyone wants!” Pinkie Pies facial expressions change as she speaks.

You’ve never had a friend in your life… life… life… life… Why am I echoing life!?

“Oh… hey Pinkie.” You reply, still slightly amazed at her speaking abilities.

“So! Where do you want to study?” Her voice is full of excitement.

“Well, I don’t really have anything to study.” You shrug.

“Well, you could help me study, that would be super awesome! Then you could meet my roommate! She can be grumpy sometimes but she’s mostly nice.” Pinkie Pie suggests.

“Sure, why not.” She walks down the path with a bounce in her step.

She turns into the C block and sprint up the steps to the second floor. You have to power walk to keep up with Pinkie. She stops outside of room 110, knocking the door twice before pushing it open. You take a step inside and are shocked by how much of a mess it is! Clothes are scattered everywhere. Pieces of paper with, something that resemble words, scrawled over them, made a circle around the desks that  were directly opposite each bed. The closet is next to the toilet and the messier of the two beds is about 10 feet away from it.

“Sorry about the mess.” Pinkie apologises in an upbeat tone. She sits down at the desk that is furthest away from the bathroom and pulls a stack of paperwork from under the desk and places it on the top. She grabs a pen and beckons for you to come closer. You grab the chair at the other desk and pull it towards Pinkie. She scribbles something down on the sheet then stops and begins to chew the pen cap.

“I really don’t have a long attention span when it comes to homework.” He voice has turned serious.

You lean over the desk and scan over the pages. There are about 20 complicated maths questions, not including sub questions, spread down the page. Pinkie has already completed about half of it.

“Well, if you look at question 11, it’s a trick question.” You explain, tapping the sheet.

You explain to her how to do it and within a few minutes, the rest of the page is completed. She compliments your intelligence and thanks you.

It takes you the best part of two hours to finish the majority of the stack. You couldn’t really help her with Home-ed.

“Don’t tell anyone, but I’ve invited everyone to Dashie’s birthday party and everyone will be there so I wanted to invite you as well.” She whispers, hardly able to contain her excitement.

“Sure. When is it?” You smile.

“Thursday! From 6-12pm! Be there or… miss out!” Pinkie squeals, pulling you into a tight bear hug.

She releases you and you laugh a little out of embarrassment. You stand and make your way to the door.

“Thank you again!” She smiles, waving to you as you exit the room.

You pull out your phone and smile at the number Pinkie gave you.

Contact number 5 at Trotswold.

You stroll back to your room and unlock the door. Vinyl is sat on her bed with a Dell laptop on her lap. She’s tapping her foot against the ground and focusing her magic into a pen that is hastily writing something down on the notepad next to her. Her headphones are on, but she manages to notice you. She smiles and waves in your direction. You give a quick nod in response. You enter the bathroom and do about your business.

Exiting the bathroom, you see Vinyl beckoning you over. You sluggishly walk towards her, still tired from the earlier fight. She takes her headphones off and twists one of the speakers and you lift it to your ear. The cushion is extremely… cushiony. She clicks play on Garage Band. The introduction is quiet, relaxing and smooth, blending in beats together. The sound slowly loudens before the bass drops. It’s the heaviest, dirtiest, gnarliest drop you’ve ever heard in your life. As the music comes to an end, she takes the speaker away from her ear.

“Well?” She asked as you hand your speaker back.

“That was pretty sick.” You reply with a nod.

“Rainbow Dash is going to love this.” She pumps her fists in the air.

Rainbow Dash… Dashie…

“Would that Rainbow Dash be the same ‘Dashie’ whose having a party on Thursday.” She nods in reply.

“You’re going to play this at her party?” You say, sounding rather offensive.

Vinyl seems rather taken back. She frowns at you.

“I didn’t mean it in a bad way. I meant, it’s going out in front of loads of people, what if they don’t like it?” You correct yourself.

She shrugs.

“It’s alright.”

“I’m going to dinner, you coming?” You open the door after changing from uniform into casual clothes.

She stands and walks over to you. Being the gentleman you are, you hold the door open for her.

It’s about 10pm by the time you and Vinyl return to your room. Bloated from the large buffet that was available tonight, you crash on your bed and moan loudly. Vinyl sits on her bed and lies backwards, putting her hands behind the bed.

You’d ended up getting a second tour of the buildings, but the part that amazed you the most were the music rooms. It was pretty amazing, the part that Vinyl uses, anyway. It was a pretty big room and a DJ with flashing lights and huge speakers o it. She called it… The Bass Cannon Mark 1!

“Urghhhh… I ate way too much.” You complain, rolling on your bed in agony.

Vinyl can’t help but laugh.

“I told you not to overdo it.” She smirks.

You grumble in response.

She reaches under her bed and pulls out her laptop, booting it up at an agonizingly low rate. You roll onto your side and watch her after hearing her giggle at the screen.

“What’s so funny?”

“It’s an inside joke, you won’t understand.” She replies.

“Can I be ‘inside’?” You put on your cutest face, which isn’t particularly cute.

“After seeing that face, I don’t think you’ll ever be in the group.” She laughs.

You pout to her and yawn loudly.

“I’m going to call it a day.” You mumble, covering yourself in the bed sheets.

“Awwww, are you a bit tired?” She teases.

“Yes.” You reply bluntly, taking your shirt and trousers off in bed and throwing them at Vinyl.