A stitch in my heart
Where to begin? Well first off I just want to say that the first little bit will be my characters pov but will go third person in a little bit. I would also like to point out that even though its 1915, the character will speak modernly because of his friend. And also it's not 1915 in Equestria it's the same time as the show meaning that this Equestria is not the exact same one from the show, which means any bitching about cannon and characters out of character is irrelevant!
Now enough ranting! On with the story!
Chapter 1
Prologue
Hello my name is Jonas, and I want to tell you a story of how someone very special saved my life. She was one of the greatest friends that I had ever had. The year was 1913 and I was on the family farm. Life as of late had been rough seeing as how my parents had died 2 years earlier, leaving 18 year old me to take over the farm. The farm was going into the ground and fast. I was hungry and the fire was dim in the barn. I held my pistol in my hand and pulled back the hammer. There was nothing left in life to live for, tax collectors were coming tomorrow and I had not a dime to my name. The barrel was pointed to my forehead, the handle firmly griped in my hand, but before I could move another muscle there was a knock at the barn door.
Oh no, I thought to myself are they here early?
I slowly stood up an put the hand griping the revolver behind my back then slowly and silently crept to the door. As I approached I could hear the heavy rain outside. I slowly opened the door and looked out ready to fire only to see… nothing? Or so I thought.
"excuse me, if it's no trouble could I come in?" a small frail feminine voice asked me.
I looked down to the source of the question, and found a pony. It was considerably small, with fur whiter than the clouds and dark purple hair.
I stared at the animal quizzical not quite sure how to respond, instead I just stood to the side an opened the barn door wider. It or she trotted inside and plopped down in front of the wood stove and huffed. I slowly walked beside her plopped down turned and asked "so… what's your name?"
"rarity." She said turning towards me.
That's a funny name. I thought to myself. When she spoke I recognised a high end ascent like the kind you find in the big city not dirt poor, but fuck nowhere.
"Howdy rarity," I said putting out my hand "I'm Jonas."
She awkwardly put her hoof into my hand shook it. As she did so I noticed that she had scary large eyes, and I mean scary, and a horn. Wait… I thought unicorns were fiction!
That is where it all began. She had told me about her world and vice versa. She also explained how she got here. From that day on we became the best of friends, and utilizing some gold pieces she had on her and a little magic we paid the bills and it was great… and we were happy. But the day came when a princess of her world took her back… the only reason I had left to live had left me and I was not happy. The following month war broke out and I was called to service, and I didn't fight, because you know what they say, the most dangerous man there is… is the one with nothing to lose.
France, 1914 11:00 hours
Jonas was hunched in the trench as the guns fired all around. He was deep in thought as some more recent events began to sink in. his only friend was gone… even if he survived this wretched war... he wouldn't see her again. They were literally worlds apart, so what was holding him back? That last thought ran through his head again but this time… something just snapped.
Jonas stood up, bullets wising past, ignoring the Sargent beside him ordering him to get down. He coldly and lifelessly pulled the bayonet from his rifle, and charged. He ran across the plains leaping over barb wire. He lept into the German trench screaming like a mad man.
The next 18 minutes were a complete blur.
When Jonas came to his bayonet was buried into the chest of a German officer and bodies lay all around. The German officer raised his hand and Jonas heard the pistol fire. His grip on the bayonet weakened and he fell on his back pulling it with him.
Darkness.
Jonas gained concusses and rose to a sitting position he was in a dirt expanse. Observing his surroundings he saw the sleeves from his shirt were torn off and his shirt was unbuttoned. His dog tags were around his neck, his pants and boots were fine, and his bayonet was sheathed at his side. He stood up and looked around. Everything looked different in colour, much brighter.
"Come now spike, that should be enough gems, lets head back to the boutique." "That voice... I know it!" then it hit him like a brick wall "RARITY!" Jonas yelled, turning towards the voice.
And that's chapter 1 kiddies! What do you think? And being the retard that I am. I forgot to give Jonas a description! Oops. Well here it is: tall, muscular build, dirty blond hair, and silver eyes. So until net time LIVE LONG AND PROSPER!
PS: I'm sorry this chapter is soooo short, but you can have an extra big one next 3.
