I don't have military knowledge either so someone out theres probably going to be like BULLSHIT at me somewhere. All I have to say is this. GET THE FUCK OVER IT IT'S A STORY ABOUT PONYS NOT THE MILITARY. I just wanted to try and create a good story for our protagonist so go along with it. And no his world of origin isn't earth just some generic world where all this makes sense and nobody can call bullshit for unlikely stuff happening so on with the story! :P

They say in the moment you die your whole life flashes through your eyes. That's almost what happens. Or atleast for me it was, it was more like a highlight real of memories.

So as I stood there Blinding light practically melting my eyes out I remembered every major moment of my life.

I was born in a small country

From a young age my father started me into a program called FitCross. It was a fitness program of an immensely intense level. Or as I called it, "show up and get the living shit kicked out of your body."

But I guess it payed off by the time I graduated high school I could barely keep the girls off me, don't get me wrong I like the attention but it sucks when people only want you for your abs.

At the age of 22 I entered the world crossfit games and took third place. And to top it off I won the next year. Basically setting me into stone as a celebrity, witch honestly bothered me. I always shied away from the attention, I put my all into it to prove to myself and no one else how far I could push myself. Also the 1st place prize money wasn't to be scoffed at I wouldn't need a job for the next 20 years if I was smart.

Everything up till then seemed to be going great for me. But you know that old saying what goes up must come down. And it came down alright, like a lead balloon with a cinder block attached to it.

And here is where the pattern starts. After fighting to prove and push myself for years no matter how hard I tried I couldn't protect anything in the end.

It started with my mother, she was an angel in almost every way, funny enough her name was even faith. You would be hard pressed to find a kinder and more caring and supporting woman.

Despite having money I always stayed humbled. So I often frequented less fortunate areas of cities and volunteered. Everything from soup kitchens to setting up a dinner in a park for the homeless. I always figured I was fortunate enough for more than one person. So I thaught I should share my own fortune with others.

We were spending the day together in the cities in a seedier run down part of town, several times she had volunteered to go with me on my personal mission of help. Well as we passed by an allyway an arm reached out and grabbed her and before she could even scream a huge fist covered her mouth and a gun barrel pressed to her head.

I can remember pleading with the man figuring it was just a robbery for money, well I was right for the most part and it probably would've been fine in the end, he holds her hostage I empty my wallet to him he lets her go I call the police. Well that would've been to simple now wouldn't it.

Apparently from what I would learn at a later date the man was severely drugged at the time and probably couldn't of told left from purple. So in a fit of what I can only guess was either a heroine meth or pcp (all three and more where found in his bloodstream on autopsy) induced muscle spasm he dropped to one knee screaming. Figuring I would take my chance I rushed the man, almost reached him too when it happened. I will never forget the sound of that pistol discharging. Or of my mother hitting the ground. The only thing I can remember is pure rage followed by time feeling like it slowed to a crawl, I even watched the bullet that ended my mom fly past my head. Humans cant see things like that can they? the police report stated that the man was found embedded 2 inches deep into a solid concrete wall. Without any signs of a fight. So without any proof against me I was never charged with anything.

But the loss of my mother devastated me, I had failed to protect the woman who loved me most and who I also held closest to me in this world.

Not six months later I was driving down a highway with my father. We had decided to head to a small country in the north for a fishing trip. My mothers death had not been easy on either of us my father was devastated and showed it. He stopped eating unless someone forced him. Lost himself in thaught and was pretty much just a ghost of a man. So I figured I would get him out and maybe try to loosen him up to the world. He needed something to take his mind off of the present and fishing had always been his closest hobby.

Well driving one day to a small town called homer a blizzard blew in on us. Several times it almost pushed us right off the road. But my father kept driving, he had always prided himself on being a great driver. And I have to admit, he didn't take pride in it for nothing he had proven time and time again his skill. Ill always remember him driving down a cliff backwords with 2 inches of room on either side in a huge pickup. But that is a story for another time.

But despite himself knowing his own abilities he always preached the line "Your biggest danger on the road is everybody else. You can be a perfect driver but all it takes is someone else to cause a problem."

And sure enough to enforce his own lesson A semi truck in the oncoming lane had lost control and slid sideways on a collision course with our truck. And in a moment of panic that felt almost eerily similer to the moment of rage at the time of my mothers death time slowed down to a crawl, the only thing I can remember from that incident is somehow getting the drivers doar open and my father out of the vehicle in about 3 seconds flat.

I was found an three hours later in the wreckage. The police said they had never seen anything like it. It was almost like a forcefield went up around me because the inside of the truck had miraculously left a sphere around me absent of wreckage. They said I should have been pancaked to oblivion.

But my father had broken his leg upon me pushing him out of the vehicle. Probobly would've servived too except the blizzard had kept the road cleer for almost two and a half hours. I had pushed my own father into a storm and caused him to freeze to death. The police called me a hero for my efforts. Yeah some hero, I failed to save both of my parents and practically witnessed them both die and I couldn't do a thing about it.

I practically went insane with the grief and somehow convinced myself to join the military. I believe my reasoning at the time was that I had failed to save either of my precious people. So I could atleast try and save someone elses. Long story short I became a repeat war hero, but it seems like at almost every corner I failed to protect somebody. Pretty soon I just stopped talking to anyone and requesting solo suicide missions. The weight of failure just too heavy on my shoulders, that brings me to today.

A couple good memories did pass by though. Especially with my commander, his nickname for me was I.F.T or insubordinate fucktard. I could barely follow any military protocals and had escaped being discharged under insubordination multiple times for the stupidest shit. Questioning your commanding officer, ignoring military protocals. Lack of military etiquete. And my personal favorite, Beating the shit out of my C.O when he started a fight with me, got off that one thanks to a technicality and who threw the first punch not being me. Hell I barely payed attention to anything they treid to tell me. Only reason I didn't drop in boot was nobody could touch me when it actually came to anything physical. They called me a freak of nature. But when they told me to do something it got done. So they put up with my shit. Hell if you met me on the road you would probably think I was a mentally ill janitor by this point in my life.

I couldn't take anything serious except my mission. Doctors attributed it to post tramatic stress syndrome. Hell they were probably right to an extent but I know it was my repeat failures to save anyone, in my 3 years of service I lost over 300 soldiers serving under me. And time and time again I was narrowly saved by some freak accident. Almost everytime though I can remember my stress or anger or whatever emotion boiling up to a point before time grinded to a halt but after that nothing.

Ill leave out country names because its pretty much irrelevant at this point but country A got pissed at Country B. me being a part of country B, so they send a FRIGGEN NUCLEAR SUBMARINE at country A. seriously how can man kind just expect to solve problems by launching weapons of mass genocide at one another?

So enter me. The best country B's military has, to infiltrate and stop the sub. I wasn't alone for this mission though, another man had joined the mission named Derick. He was a demolitions expert and the one actually in charge of dealing with the subs payload. And in my opinion entirely too friendly and likeable. Despite my best effort at this part to cut off emotion so it hurt less when I fail I found myself becoming friends with him. So why would a country only send two men to stop a submarine filled with Nuclear I.C.B.M's (intercontinantel ballistic missiles) witch a single one could level a massive area killing millions your probably asking yourself. I sure as fuck knew I thaught the same thing. But then again I barely paid attention to any military tactics. I was pretty much a braindead zombie from failure crushing my mind that just did what it was told. I guess it was some mumbo jumbo about the element of surprise and how a larger force would risk premature launches from the sub. Hey it made sense when they explained it.

Our mission started off surprisingly well. The men on the submarine where pathetic and we swept the decks in a storm. We had successfully deactivated every missile aboard the ship except one. By the time we had arrived though it had already been activated and was set to explode in five minutes. As I patrolled the room looking for whoever had activated the warhead Derick was at work trying to get the missile offline. Halfway through him bringing the missile down, the enemy sprung there trap. Before I knew it we were surrounded. Telling us how we failed and would watch as our nation burned from the missile. Derick being eerily similer to me in his insubordinate ways spat on who im assuming was the captain or head of the sub who was talking to us. The next thing I know derick had a 9mm hole through the center of his eyes. Time crawled as I watched him fall, I didn't know what to do. That was until I could hear the sounds of an rocket engine and a taunt from the captain. The words "you've failed" ringing in my ears.

At that moment, everything stopped and for the first time in my life I felt like I had control over these phenomana that seemed to revolve around me. I cant even begin to describe it only that it felt like well.. magic. Grasping this power surging through me it exploded in a shockwave around me throwing everybody in the room away. Laughing to myself at what just happened I knew what I had to do from that point. ironic really I fully grasp this power now, that could have saved everybody instead of me just repeatedly failing. And now im going to sacrifice it. Because I refused to fail even one more time.

Reaching out with the power I grabbed ahold of the missile before it could launch. I knew i couldn't turn it off it was pretty much a fact. This thing is going to explode, so knowing we were in the ocean just outside my country I hoped I could atleast minimize the damage. Holding the missile from moving I prepared myself for what I knew I had to do. Throwing the missile sideways it impacted at a terrifying speed, seriously how could I just throw something that huge that fast even with this power? Upon smashing into the wall of the sub I could see the bright flash, and the intense heat. I could feel like I was being melted by the light in slow motion. But I had a job to do. Even at this range the radiation from the missile could kill thousands, and I refused to let even a single innocent person die from any of my failure.

Grasping every ounce of this what feels like magic power I used it to force the explosion towards myself. As if I was trying to absorb it, I guess I just felt like pulling everything towerds myself so nothing could get away. Who knows, it was probably a dumb idea but I couldn't think of anything else.

But lord knows it felt like it was working, I could literally feel my blood boiling away, my skin seemed to melt off, the pain was unbearable but I for the life of me could not understand why I hadn't died already. It seemed to stay that way for years or seconds who knows how long but after a while everything just went black. I guess I should've expected that trying to absorb a nuclear explosion with some strange magic. HAHAHA that's a good one wow even I wouldn't believe it if I told myself that but I guess this is the end. Its nice to go knowing I may have finally saved someone.

Now to just rest…

*BEEP**BEEP**BEEP**BEEP**BEEP**BEEP*

'Why am I hearing beeping? Shouldn't I be dead? Huh maybe this is just a cruel joke and hell is just a black place with a slow beep to drive you insane, ehh I dunno I don't think hell needs to do that. I did a pretty good job barely holding my sanity together before. And besides im pretty sure hell wouldn't smell like… I know that smell but how can someone in the same room as an explosion like that and end up in a hospital? I should be literally nothing but dust and memories by now.'

'Well my answers aren't going to just make themselves known unless I try to figure it out. But my eyes are covered, what is that bandages? Great well ill just have to pull them away from my eyes.' 'Ahhh my arm it feels like its on fire from just trying to move it. FUCK I just want to know where I am and I cant even wiggle my fingers without feeling like that bomb is going off again.'

*BEEP**BEEP**BEEP**BEEP**BEEP**BEEP*

'AND WHY IS THAT BEEPING STILL THERE'

It was at this point that panic started to set in, the inability to open his eyes mixed with not being able to move was starting to terrify him. Even from a young age he could always remember being claustrophobic, and this was deffinately not a fun situation.

'SERIOUSLY FUCK THESE BANDAGES' was the thaught that screamed through his head before he could here the sound of cloth being shredded. The next thing he knew an ungodly amount of light was flooding through his closed eyelids. Causing even more panic.

*BEEP**BEEP**BEEP**BEEP**BEEP**BEEP**BEEP**BEEP**B EEP**BEEP**BEEP**BEEP*

"Doctor!" a voice screamed out as he could here someone rushing to him, before he felt himself being restrained.

'heh restrain me all you want its not like im going anywhere I cant even move. But why isn't it hurting? Trying to move was agonizing.'

"Nurse whats happening?" another voice called out, must be the doctor. followed by swiftly moving footsteps…errr is that hooves?

"I don't know he was unconscious one second then the next thing I know his heart rate spikes through the roof and all the bandages over his eyes were ripped to shreds." Was the reply from the first person he herd. Must be the nurse the doctor mentioned.

By know the lights didn't burn his eyes through the lids. And even looked pretty mellow on the other side, so throwing caution to the wind he slowly started opening his eyes. Taking in what he could he saw the ceiling, looked like a hospital ceiling. A heart monitor and other machines, yup hospital machines. Before looking over to where he herd the nurse and doctor. But before he could even process what he saw his mind froze and everything went black again.

Well theres chapter one. I think it turned out decent. But I have never written anything mlp before. And to be more precise ive barely written any fic before, so any and all feedback appreciated. From praise to flames I drink it all like writing super juice.