Storming Equestria

by RancidMuffin

Rating: teen
Tags: Original Character, Cutie Mark Crusaders, Adventure, Princess Celestia, Human, Main 6, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Princess Luna
Length: 2318

A young man named Zach is a U.S. paratrooper during WWII. He soon finds himself in a strange land.

A young man named Zach is a U.S. paratrooper during WWII. After a painful turn of events, he finds himself in a very strange land. HiE
This is my first fan fiction so reviews are desperately needed.

Published 2012-02-01 20:27:12 UTC
Last updated 2012-05-31 22:34:20 UTC

prologue

Storming Equestria
Prologue

The sky was black with only light from the smallest stars. All was calm and the only sound that could be heard was the low drone of engines. Then it seemed as if the sky itself started to explode and rock. Zachary, but commonly goes by Zach quickly took his head away from the small window he was looking through. All he felt was fear; for this was his first real combat drop. Yes he had trained and trained to make sure he was the best, but nothing could really prepare him for real combat. He looked among his fellow paratroopers who too had a look of fear in their eyes as anxiety filled the air.

Crack! The plane rocked as a flack shell barely missed the wing and sent shrapnel into the side of the plane. The walls behind Zachary were peppered with holes and three people got hit. “Ahhh!” The three screamed in agony, as the searing hot metal burrowed itself in their bodies. A corpsman quickly unbuckled himself from his seat and got to work treating the men. After bandaging their wounds to the best of his extent, he propped their barely breathing bodies against the front of the plane. They were not fit to join the comrades in the drop. All Zach could do was look around the dull metal interior that was the C-47.

A little red light turned on in the back of the plane. Everybody onboard knew what to do. They all stood up, got in single file, and connected their parachute cable to the guide wire. They were going to take part in a very important mission. The date was June 5, 1944 and the time was 11:30pm. At the break of dawn, Operation Overload would commence the invasion of France. The paratrooper’s mission was to take out enemy supply lines to cut off reinforcements to the beach. Without their help, the invasion would be a blood bath.

Zach gripped his Thompson submachine gun tightly, anxiously waiting the dull red light to turn to a green one. After what seemed like hours passed, though in reality it was only a few minutes, the light changed to green. The Paratroopers moved one by one to the door at the back of the plane and jumped down to their uncertain fate. After a few seconds, Zach was at the door. He hesitated.

BOOM! A thunderous explosion sent him out the door and he tumbled into the abyss below. His parachute opened quickly and slowed his decent. He looked up in horror to see the plane he was in mere moments ago was a raging fireball as well as all of his friends inside. He did not have time to mourn though, his eye quickly noticed the fact that the edge of his parachute was on fire. There was nothing he could do but stare. His only hope of surviving the impact was burning away.
He started to notice that his decent speed was increasing rapidly. Thankfully he could see the ground was only 500 feet away or so. “I can make. I can make it,” he said trying to reassure himself as he approached the ground. He knew this impact was going to hurt but at least he could survive the fall.

At about 50 feet off the ground his burning parachute tore off, leaving him in free fall. Then he started to hit the trees in the dark green woods, bouncing around like a rag doll. The last thing he remembered was a flash of light and then the eternal blackness of unconsciousness.

Author's Note: Hello guys and gals! This is the beginning of my very first fan fiction. I know I am not the most skilled writer. That is why I need your help through your reviews. I am looking for any information I can get my hands on. This includes but not limited to: constructive criticism, Hints, tips, and even ideas in the developing plot line. If this is liked more than expected, then I can break out the first chapter I have written. I look forward to your reviews.
From, RancidMuffin

Chapter 1: Contact

Authors note: Hey guys and gals! Chapter 1 is finally here. I am so sorry for the delay. I wrote chapter 1 about 2 weeks ago. Then I changed my WHOLE plot line so the original chapter 1 had to go. Thanks go out to all of my reviewers. I could not have gone far without your advice!

I want to thank my proof reader and good friend EarthTrack. Check out his fan-tastic (lol so punny!) story called “A night in Equestria to remember”

Pain, throughout his entire body was pain. Zach tried to stand up but only to feel burning needles in his leg. He collapsed back onto the cold damp earth. He knew that something was wrong. After a few minutes of checking, he came to the miraculous discovery that none of his bones were broken. “Those tall evergreens must have broken my fall” he thought.
Seeing nothing was wrong he tried to stand up again, to only come crashing back down. This time he pulled back his pant legs. He was surprised that he had not noticed this earlier. What was found was a deep, bleeding entry wound on his right calf but no exit wound. He thought that he most likely got it on his way out of the plane and did not feel it due to the amounts of adrenalin he had.

Twisting his leg to get a better look, he noticed a piece of metal sticking out. After examining the shard better, he determined that he should get it out. He could see his duffel bag a few feet in front of him. He stretched his hand as far as he could towards the olive green bag, but to no avail. He sighed in defeat and crawled the extra foot to the bag. He dug through the canvas bag till he found his single person first aid kit. He opened it and got out the alcohol wipes, a roll of gauze, and some medical tape.

Zach looked around on the ground and found what he wanted, a stick. He wrapped a bit of gauze around the stick and bit down. If he did not brace his teeth for the pain, they would surely break. He pulled out his boot knife and wiped it with his shirt. He then proceeded to put it on his bag, in case he needed it for his small operation. He put his fingers on the exposed piece of metal.

Though his screams of pain were muffled buy the stick, they still resonated in the woods. He slowly drugs the sharp piece of metal out of his leg. Warm blood oozed from the wound. He moved it with the utmost care, though it felt as if he was using a bone saw. Zach dared not stop, for he wanted the pain to be over with. There was less than a quarter inch left when it popped out from the wound. After what seemed like hours, it was over.

Still in agony, he wiped his blood soaked leg with a spare rag. He felt released that the shard was out. He then went to wipe the wound with the alcohol wipes to clean it. It stung a little but compared to the pain he felt earlier, it was nothing. He wrapped is leg with gauze and taped it shut. Zach spit out the stick he was using as a brace, his teeth marks left in it. Zach took his knife and put it in his boot. He repacked his bag and laid it by his side. He laid his head down on the earth and gave himself a well deserved break.

A few minutes into his break, Zach sprung up on full alert. He remembered he had a mission to do and that the enemy could be lurking around any corner. Knowing that since it was day time, he had missed his objective but at least he could find his allies somewhere. He gradually got to his knees. His leg felt as if a knife was stuck in it, but he could stand. He grabbed his bag and put it on his back. Nearby he spotted his gun and helmet and went to collect them as well. His sweaty and still somewhat bloody hands felt nice on the cool wood that was his Thompsons grip. Into the woods he limped, trying to find a way back to his comrades.

From what he could tell, it was approaching dusk and he had made little progress through the woods. After walking for less than a quarter mile, his leg started bleeding again. Not wanting to lose any more blood, Zach found a good spot and set up a small camp. After an hour or so had passed, the camp was fully set up. The area was clear of debris, a fire was started, and there even was a cot made from sticks and his sleeping bag. Though making a fire was not the safest choice, he felt confident that Operation Overlord had worked. Though this did not take down his alertness in any way.

“Yea, k rations…” Zach said aloud in a sarcastic tone. K rations were a thick, bitter chocolate bar that the military issued. They tasted horrible to stop any temptation from eating them when it was not needed. He unwrapped the k ration's package and bit down. It may have tasted bad, but it was better than starving.

After his dinner he took a swig from his canteen, put out the fire, and went to bed on his makeshift cot.

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“Are you sure this is a good idea girls? We did get attacked by that cockatrice last time.” Stated Sweetie Bell with a hint of nervousness.

“Oh don’t be such a baby Sweetie Bell, besides we’ve been in the Ever Free forest many times before,” Said Scootaloo in a cocky voice.

“Says you Scoots, you big chicken,” Retorted Apple Bloom with a southern accent.

“Well you’re just jealous that I’m going to get my exploration cutie mark and you won’t,” Scootaloo said as prideful as ever.

“Yea yea, come on, crusaders stop arguing and more exploring,” Said Sweetie Bell trying to be the voice of reason.

“Ok Sweetie, but ah’ll get my exploring mark first!” shouted Apple Bloom as she ran through the dense brush.

“Hey no fair Apple Bloom!” said Scootaloo as she ran to pursue her friend.

“Girls! Wait for me!” said Sweetie Bell.

They ran through the woods playfully chasing after each other, until they heard a low rumble. All three of the young fillies became quiet and still.

“Did j’uh hear that?” whispered Apple Bloom.

“Well duh, I wonder where it came from?” said Scootaloo.

“Hush, Scoots, I think we need to get out of here.” Whispered Sweetie Bell.

“Don’t be such a baby Swee-“

“It’s coming from over here” said Apple Bloom, cutting off Scootaloo in the process.

Sweetie Bell and Scootaloo stopped arguing and snuck over to where Apple Bloom was. What they saw was nothing that they had seen or heard of before. It was a long creature enveloped in what appeared to be a canvas bag. The body of it would slowly rise and fall to the rhythm of the breathing. It had a patch of brown hair on its head. It looked like a hairless diamond dog or ape. It let out another low rumble making the three fillies back up slightly. When they realized it was a snore coming from the creature the giggled slightly.

“You should go touch it.” Said Apple Bloom mischievously.

“No way! Do you see the size of it?” said Scootaloo nervously.

“Be more quiet, Scoots. besides we wouldn’t expect a chicken to do that anyway.” Said Sweetie Bell, egging her on.

“I am NOT a chicken.”

“Bawk bawk, you’re a chicken, bawk bawk.” Chimed Apple Bloom and Sweetie Bell.

“Fine, I’ll do it. I’ll prove that I’m not a chicken.” Scootaloo mumbled quietly as she slowly crept towards the unknown creature.

Scootaloo slowly crept towards the creature as quietly as possible. The creatures breathing rate increased, though this was not noticed by Scootaloo at the time. As she got within one foot of the mysterious creature, she looked back towards her friends nervously. They motioned for her to touch it. Gingerly, Scootaloo turned around to face the creature's back. She slowly reached out with her hoof. Little did she know that the creature was already awake and ready to take action if threatened.

Crack! All Apple Bloom and Sweetie Bell could do was watch in horror. Their best friend’s skull was smashed with a small L shaped object. The creature moved so fast that there was no chance of her reacting. Scootaloo’s body fell unconscious to the cold earth. The two fillies flight or fight instincts kicked in. Knowing they could not take the large creature on, they ran for Ponyville with guilty consciences.

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author's apologies

Dear readers,

I am here to say reluctantly that this story will be canceled. I realize that very few people read my story but for the few followers who did stay with it, I want to apologies. Unfortunately I have a lot going on in my life now. Finals are around the corner, the move to Connecticut, and my dad going to be gone for four months for helicopter training. I am offering however, if anyone at all is interested in continuing or redoing it then PM me. I will do my best to fill said person in with some general ideas. Goodbye for a while and who knows, I might just come back next year.

Julian