Hello everyone, this is my first story so take it easy on me. Also, I wanted to write this for over a year now. What made me finally making this story was recently after read the story called MLP Equestrians Human Spirit. Also, BE advise some of the scenes may be a bit similar to Equestrians Human Spirit.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own My Little Pony, only my OC.

Main Characters: OC, Main 6, Spike, CMC, Celestia, Luna, and others (pretty most characters will be involved)

Edit: I made some grammar correction, change some of the sentence structure, and took some of the info with the main character out. Those of you already read this, you will see it again - later.

Ch1: Who I Am? What I Am?

War… Death… Pain… Suffering… Sorrow… Destruction… has never changed. It's all I have ever known over the course of my life. I have fought on many fronts, many battles, and many wars. I fought from the ground to the sky, to the sea, and to the stars. I fought wars across space and time. I have killed so much that I lost who I am. No. Who I truly am! I have been fighting for a very long time. I have fought for freedom, liberty, and even revenge. I have seen the horrors of war. You name it, I have seen it. Why, because I am over ten thousand years old. How? Well, I don't know, but all I know is that I am bound to live forever. How it all began you might ask? Well to answer that question, I'm gonna give you a story.

It was the beginning of the 21st century in Alaska Anchorage. It was a cold night, the wind slowly blowing through my hair and against my face. Leaves flying through the air and across the road. The look of leaves falling reminds me of what time of the year is: Fall, winter was approaching. I love winter, it's my favorite season here. I just love the cold and especially when it snows. It was a peaceful night out here in the streets. Once in a while, there would be gunfire here and there, but you get used to it. As long you stay out of it that is. It was quite cold at night so I wore a thick sweater, which shielded me from the wind.

I wore a thick red sweater on the front it said "Soldotna, Alaska" and on the back it had the picture of the state of Alaska, under the sweater was a black shirt, navy blue jean pants, camouflage hat which said "Seward Resort EST 1996 Alaska" in bold words, and navy blue with light green stripes tennis shoes. I had a black fade hairstyle, a scare crossing my left eyebrows going downwards towards my left eye and purple eyes.

As I walked through the streets, I came across the park, the "Kincaid Park." I liked walking through here. It was my favorite place away from everyone else and the city. Especially the city. It's the was the only place I can find peace and daydream. You see Anchorage isn't a great place to live due to crime. For years I wanted to leave this place for good. But I couldn't because my family live here and I couldn't just leave them. I love my family more than any else in the world. As long as I have my family, I'll be the happiest kid in the world, but this was a long time ago.

I came to a lake. The lake seemed like a canvas, and stars were painted across it. The sight was breathtaking. It was a full moon with a blanket of stars across the sky. In the lake, there was a dock sticking out. Pine trees could be seen all around the lake. As I approached the dock, I couldn't help, but feel like I was being watched. But I ignored it and continued. Once I made it on, each step I made I could hear the board creak. When I made it to the end, I sat down and dangle my legs over the lake letting it barely touch the water.

I took out my wallet from my left pocket, it's a dark brown leather with an American eagle printed on the front cover. I took out my picture of my family: it showed two men, women, and two boys. On the left of the picture is my grandpa, Yury has blue eyes, gray hair with a hint of white, wore a black tuxedo, and has his left hand on my right shoulder blade On the right is my father, Andrei he has brown eyes, black hair, wore a gray suit. Between them is my mother, Vera has blue eyes and black long hair. Wore a blue dress with a gold heart necklace. In front of them were me and my little brother, on my left. My brother, Alexei has brown eyes, blonde shaggy hair, and wore a navy blue dress pants and a white button-up shirt with a navy blue vest over it. I wore a black suit with a silver lining. This was taken about a year ago at our small Thanksgiving party. This picture brings back memories.

(Flashback)

All of us were at my house during Thanksgiving. All five of us were at the oval table. We were having a blast.

On my right, my grandpa was telling us about how he accidentally blows up a turkey when he was a kid. "Как я был о стрелять Турции с моей охотничьего ружья, я медленно вытащил PIN-код. Мой пульс гонки из-за подавляющим волнения. Тогда я, наконец, взял PIN-код. Винтовка пошел, попав в Турции, я схватил неправильно винтовки. Которая взорвалась Турции, кишки и бло-."

(Translate) "As I was about to shoot the turkey with my hunting rifle, I slowly pulled the pin. My heart rate was racing due to the overwhelming excitement. Then I finally pulled the pin. The rifle went off, hitting the turkey, I grabbed the wrong rifle. Which exploded the turkey, guts, and blo-."

Across the table from me was my mother cutting him off, "Как вы думаете, что дети немного слишком молоды, особенно так, как один из мальчиков немного слишком молод, чтобы услышать, что часть вашей истории."

(Translate) "Do you think that the kids are little too young, especially since one of the boys is a bit too young to hear that part of your story."

I turned my attention to my mother and said, "Мама, он достаточно старая."

(Translate) "Mom, he's old enough."

She looked at me with a stink eye, she said with a stern voice, "Ну извините Хун, но ваш брат слишком молод, чтобы услышать такого рода вещи. Правый дорогая?"

(Translate) "Well, sorry hun, but your brother is too young to hear that sort of thing. Right darling?" Turning to her husband.

Looking to my right, he suddenly looks up from his meal at us. He swallows hard, smiles and said, "Я согласен с вашей матерью сына, я бы скорее нравится моя еда, затем бросали."

(Translate) "I agree with your mother son, I would rather enjoy my meal then throwing it up."

"Это не то, что я имею в виду."

(Translate) "That is not what I mean," mom said, sounding annoyed.

"Тогда что вы подразумеваете, затем?"

(Translate) "Then what do you mean, then?" My dad said.

"Хун, почему вы не ответить на ваш отец."

(Translate) "Hun, why don't you answer your father." She looks at me then returns to her meal.

He then looks at me which I responded, "Ну мой дедушка был рассказать нам горы частью его истории."

(Translate) "Well, my grandpa was about to tell us a gory part of his story."

"Well, what's wrong with that-"

(Translate) "Well, what's wrong with что-," he was hit by mash potatoes and gravy. He looks at Alexei which my brother just giggles.

After my father whips off it off his face, he looks at my brother, he did the same thing as my mother did to me and said, "Сын, что мы обсуждаем?"

(Translate) "Son, what did we discuss?"

Alexei looks down at his plate of food and said in a sad, "Мы не будем играть с нашей едой."

(Translate) "We don't play with our food."

"Что мы делаем с нашей пищи вместо этого?"

(Translate) "What do we do with our food instead?"

"Мы едим пищу..."

(Translate) "We eat our food..."

"Хорошо, ваш двенадцать лет. Вы не должны держать этот вид поведения. Теперь съесть. Вы не хотите ваши питания чтобы получить холодной теперь не вы?"

(Translate) "Good, your twelve years old. You shouldn't be keeping this kind of behavior. Now eat up. You don't want your food to get cold now do you?"

Grandpa added with a smile, "Особенно, если вы хотите, чтобы некоторые тыквенный пирог."

(Translate) "Especially if you want some pumpkin pie."

Alexei just instantly looks at him with a very surprised look. He hums at the thought of the most delicious homemade pumpkin pie. He nods his head rapidly.

Grandpa just chuckles at that and said, "Вы лучше едят то, если вы хотите его."

(Translate) "You better eat then if you want it." Alexei dives right into his food and ate like a pig. No, I mean he literally ate like a pig. Stuffing his mouth and eating right off the plate. Yury just chuckles at that.

"Ребенок, не едят пищу как то. Вы свинья?"

(Translate) "Baby, don't eat your food like that. Are you a pig?" Mom sounding annoyed.

He looks at her for a split second, nods, and resumes. At this point, my parents were frustrated and continued to get him to eat properly. I just laugh at this.

"Позднее сегодня я расскажу историю после того, как все остальные засыпание, нормально."

(Translate) "Later today, I will tell you the story once everyone else is asleep, okay."

"Хорошо."

(Translate) "Okay," I whispered with a little excitement.

(Flashback End)

It was a good time. It was taken a couple My smile turns into a frown and eyes forming tears. I was about to cry. You may be wondering, why I was out here, crying, and away from home.

(Hours Early)

The room was mostly dark with the sunlight barely sneaking through the curtains. In the light was the bed in shambles. Pillows on the floor with the blanket barely holding onto the bed. Next to the left side of the bed was a desk facing the door. While the dresser was between the door and the bed, leaving enough room for a path at about 3 feet. The closet was on the right side of the door.

On the bed was me between my legs, balling my eyes out. I sat there since this morning. Why? Why did he have to go? Why god, why did you had to take him? My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door being knocked, then a voice pop up, "Мед, это я, мама, могут прийти в."

(Translate) "Honey, it's me, mom, may I come in."

I just sit there and did nothing, I wanted to be alone. My response was "Идите отсюдаи."

(Translate) "Go away" with a hint of depression. I thought mom was going to leave me alone, but instead, she opens the door, comes in, and sit next to me. I didn't even bother to look up. I heard her sigh, then I could feel her hand on my right shoulder blade. I still didn't move until.

"Мед... Я знаю, вы собираетесь через трудное время, и я понимаю, как вы чувствуете... Я скучаю по нему тоже."

(Translate) "Honey… I know you are going through a hard time and I understand how you feel… I miss him too."

My response was, "Почему он должен был пойти..."

(Translate) "Why did he had to go..."

I look up at her and said again, "почему он должен был пойти"

(Translate) "Почему он должен идти?"

She looks at me and back down, "Ну... Я не знаю..., но у Бога есть план для всех нас. Это вызов, который мы все столкнулись вместе, все идет через это аналогичные опыты."

(translate) "Well... I don't know… but God has a plan for all of us. It's a challenge that we all faced together, everyone goes through this similar experiences."

"Делает его план включает в себя меня через боль- и s печаль"

(Translate) "Does his plan (sniffs) involves (sniffs) me going through (sniffs) pain a-and s-sorrow," I said breaking into tears, looking into her eyes. Translate for a few seconds until she started forming with her own tears.

She wraps her arms around me, pulling me in while I did the same, rested my head on her chest, and cried. She respond, "Это нормально, это нормально. Пусть его, Хун. Пусть его."

(Translate) "It's okay, it's okay. Let it out, hun. Let it out."

We stayed in that position for a half an hour, until we let go of each other. "Я знаю, нет слов может принести его обратно, но... Мы не должны чувствовать себя грустно. Мы должны быть счастливы, что он больше не страдает."

(translate) "(sniff) I know no words can bring him back, but… we should not feel sad. We should be happy that he is no longer suffering," she said.

I nodded in response. "Спасибо, мама, за то, что здесь со мной, мне нужно, что."

(Translate) "Thank you, mom, for being here with me, I needed that." She nods.

"I... можно только немного... Пожалуйста."

(Translate) "Can I… be alone for a bit… please," I said.

She responds with a smile, "Конечно Хун, принять все время, что вам нужно."

(Translation) "Of course Hun, take all the time you need." I nodded in response. She gets up and heads out the room, then closes the door behind her. Once again, I was alone in the room with my thoughts.

I had no idea how long I was there after she left, but I needed a fresh air away from home, away from the memories so I decided to take a walk through the park. Before I got up, I look to my right and I see my hat next to a picture of me and grandpa holding a two-foot fish. I remember my grandpa taking me fishing once, we would go fishing every year during the summer. This brought back too many memories so I shook it off. I grab my hat and headed to the closet to get my sweater.

After that, I went downstairs to the front door, before I could that my father steps into my path with a concerned look on his face and ask, "Где вы собираетесь, сын?"

(Translate) "Where are you going, son?"

My response, "Кинкейд парк. Я иду прогуляться через парк слишком... Пусть мой ум расслабиться."

(Translate) "Kincaid Park. I'm going to take a stroll through the park too… let my mind unwind." The park was at least a block away. I heard a sigh from him.

"Ну, хорошо, но будьте осторожны и держаться подальше от неприятностей."

(Translate) "Well, alright, but be careful and stay out of trouble." I nodded and went out through the door. Before I left the house I heard my mom yell from the kitchen.

"Просто убедитесь, что ваш дом до восьми, Хун."

(Translate) "Just make sure your home before eight, Hun."

"Да, мама."

(Translate) "Yes, mom," I said.

(Hours Early End)

The last time I saw grandpa was yesterday at the hospital, he passes away at 12:13 A.M. from natural causes. Three months ago, he became ill, since then he got worse and worse. The point where he couldn't walk. We visited him every day to see how he was doing and to keep him company. Every day after school, I would go to the hospital to see him. This would always bring his spirit up. You know, I really hoped that he would pull through. I prayed every day and night to hope that he would get better. Hearing his passing brought great depression to my heart.

I look at the picture back again and put it back into the wallet and look up towards the stars. It was absolutely beautiful. While looking up I notice three bright stars next to each other, forming some kind of bet. Then I realize it was Orion's belt. It's one of the most obvious star constellations. This brings back memories. Me and grandpa used to watch the night sky. Sometimes we would sneak out the middle of the night to get on the house roof. We would lay there and try to find a star constellation, we would at least find three or sometimes more. The Orion's belt is usually the first one to be found, depending on the time of year of course.

I looked back down to the lake and it looked peaceful like nothing has never disturbed it before until a wind blew lightly pass me into the water causing it to ripple. "What a peaceful night," I said.

"Dinok."

It was faint, coming from behind me. I quickly stood up and turn around towards the source.

"Who's there," I yelled.

…

…

…

Nothing. I stood there seeing and hearing nothing. But a pitch black darkness with the wind whistling slightly. It sounded like an old man, but the language sounded ancient. Must be hearing things or from the wind. Either way, I shrug it off. I was about to turn away, but stop soon as I heard it again. This time it said something else.

"Kein."

It's louder and more clear. It came from the same direction. I couldn't figure out what it means. Then a dark figure comes out of the darkness and slowly approaches me. He wore a black cloak, but I was unable to see his face. Only his bright red eyes. What I saw was evil in his eyes. I could tell he was grinning under the hood. This sends a chill to my very soul, a tingling in my spinal cord. My heart rate slowly increases, my hands shake. What are you?

"Who or what are you," I said.

He speaks again, but a bit louder than the last, "Kendov!"

He was at least five feet from me. At this point, I was getting a little scared. He closes the space between us, whether inflicts harm on me or worst. Either way, I was in grave danger. "Whoever you are - whatever you want, but s-stay away from me," I yelled with what courage I had left.

With his right arm, he slowly raises it up pointing his pointer finger at me. His skin looked very pale with a hint of color gray. His fingernails appeared to be longer and sharper than regular human fingernails.

"ZOOR!"

I became very fighting at this and attempted to run away, but before I could react. A portal opens behind me. Next thing I knew, I was being pulled in and right before I was in the void, I grabbed the board preventing me getting sucked in, but struggled to hold.

The dark figured slowly walks, I heard every footstep he made. Each step he took, it became louder and louder to the point where he was directly in front of me. I look up and all I could see was his red eyes. He chuckles at my struggle and steps on my hands, but I wouldn't budge. Come on. Don't let GO! "Is that all you got!" I smiled.

He pulls out a knife, making me fall silent and scared. He stabs my left hand. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I breathe heavily and rapidly. Tears were forming. GOD DAMMIT! THAT FUCKING HURTS!

"You know, I find it very amusing and interesting that you would not give up that easily."

Then he twists it, making it worse. I scream even louder. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I still I wouldn't budge.

He laughs at this. "He is right. You are full of surprises."

What did I do wrong? I'm a good kid. I did well in school. The top of my class. Went to church and prayed every night for good fortune. Despite all of this is why? Why? "Why are you doing this to me. What did I do to deserve this?"

"When you were born."

In one sweep, he pulls the knife out and kicks me hard in my face. Sending me flying into the void. I saw my life flash before my eyes. All of my memories of my past came to me like a freight train. In it I saw my friends and my family smiling at me, all I could do was to cry that I was going to lose everything that I have. Then everything went black as night.

"Dinok, Kein, Kendov, Zoor!" These words will haunt me for the rest of my life. Even in my dreams.

For the past ten thousand years, I will experience where no man, woman, or child should ever experience in their life. The horrors of war have plagued my mind making me a ruthless soldier on the battlefield.

Who am I? My name is Joseph Orlov, a boy who became a man, a man who became a soldier, a soldier who became a hero, a hero who became a killer, a killer who became... a monster.

At first it was hope... hope that kept me together of seeing my family again. It was a sole reason why I kept on going and why I didn't stop. Now... now I just wont this damn curse to end, or better yet - die. You might ask how exactly I became cursed and the only explanation I can tell you is that these words: "Dinok," "Kein," "Kendov," and "Zoor" is involved, but I may never understand why out of everyone else, I was chose. And I may never understand why.

You might ask how I found out, well that is another tale to tell another day. This story, this tale is not about my adventures, the horrors of war, dimensions I been to, my services, my loyalty, my valor, my deeds, my regrets, and my sins. No - this is a story, a journey of how I became human again.

Thank you for reading this story, but feel free to add some suggestion also if you see some errors in my writing or wish to expand any of the chapters, then feel free to message me or write a review. See you guys at the next chapter.