The Story of The Godfather

Freedom is the sure possession of those alone who have the courage to defend it. -Pericles

The Godfather, in all honesty, was a very good liar, and was very good at covering up pain and sorrow. But at this moment, unlike all the other times he seemed to be happy, he really was. He had companions who, granted barely knew him  but still, cared about him. That was the first time in a very long time he had that. And he would cherish it always. He knew that the older he got, the younger he wanted to be. His past, his very way of life, wasn't all it seemed to be. It was once so very different, that if one were to look at it and compare it to his current life, they would never believe it was him at one point. But it was once. Once. A word so commonly used, but never truly understood. It might mean that it existed once, but doesn't anymore. It may mean it happened only one time. To the Godfather though, it meant to be alone and sad. A reminder of those he has lost, and what he has lost. Something that could only make him happy for a small amount of time before it's time was up and it had it's turn to dance with death. Like we all would have. There are those who run from it. There are those who run towards it. Those who cause it, and those who prevent it. Then there are those like the Godfather and all who inspired him, who are all of those at the same time. Most think that these kinds of people are brave, gentle parents, yet fierce warriors. Understanding and thick-headed. But there are the few that know the truth. Those kind of men are all of those things and more. But they are really something else. The truth about them. All the good and bad things they do to protect others just do one thing.

It drives them mad.

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The walk through the market place was fairly uneventful until they got to a certain apple stand. That's when shit hit the fan. Though most were only slightly curious about the tall creature walking with Pinkie, one who is a closer friend might be a little worried. Or a lot. To the point where the Godfather might have been bucked in the face. Twice.

"Ow. That was pretty damn rude if you ask me." The Godfather said while re-locating his jaw. "Though I have had worse introductions. I remember one time I got stabbed through my left heart with a ruler. Still haven't figured out how that ruler got  in my chest. Be hey, I ain't gonna dwell on the past no more." A bit more of his accent came out at the end. But no one or pony noticed.

"How are you DEAD?! You got kicked in the face! That should have killed you!" Twilight said, or rather yelled at the Godfather.

He only chuckled at that. "Oh don't you worry 'bout a thing. Now where was I? Oh right!" He stuck his hand out to Applejack to shake. "Howdy, my name is the Godfather and I like oatmeal."

"What?" Everyone but Pinkie said in unison.

"Can't a man like his oatmeal anymore without getting weird looks?" He replied with an innocent look.

"What is goin' on here!" Applejack shouted.

"I was getting apples for oatmeal. As for the others, I have no Idea. Do you like oatmeal?"

"What, yeah, I guess. But, what are you?"

"Spacelord. By the way, whats your name?"

"Applejack."

"Well then Applejack. How much for twenty five dozens of apples?"

"Why, why would you need twenty five dozen apples?!" Twilight asked.

"I really like apple oatmeal."

"So you really need twenty-five dozen apples to do that?"

"Eyup."

"That was a little creepy."

"I try. So how much."

"Well, uh. Hang on." With that, Applejack walked away as the Godfather looked at his watch.

"If I'm right, I'll get attacked by another one of your friends in about 3, 2, 1....."

"GET AWAY FROM MY FRIENDS!"

"Aaand there we go."

The Godfather was hit in the face then with a measuring tape. They turned to see Rarity running down the street who then threw a topaz at him. The topaz what about the size of a baseball, but very uneven and looked like it was just picked up out of the ground. As it sailed towards the Godfather's face, it stopped in mid-air about three inches from his nose. He then grabbed it in his hand, looked at it for a few moments, before throwing it into the air.

"I think ya'll are gonna like this next bit." He said as he caught it in his hand again. Only, it wasn't exactly the same as before. It was a perfect sphere, perfectly polished. and hollow with a golden mist floating in the center. As he started rolling it around his arms and hands, it didn't seem to roll, more like float across his blazer. The light became brighter each time he flipped his elbow to send it rolling to the other side. Once it looked like a nuke had gone off and was contained inside it, he placed it in his pocket and smiled.

"Hello, I'm the Godfather." He said while extending his arm, oblivious to the stares from the occupants of the market square.

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