Hi all. I sincerely apologize for the lack of content recently, I've been doing college application stuff. I might have a new chapter of Uncivilised, but I would like to see how this story goes. It's more in my comfort zone as a writer. So with no more delay and post-haste, I present to you, Displaced.

The new recruit stumbled climbing over a rough patch of rocks. The captain, a white unicorn by the name of Brightblade, went over to assist him. After helping the recruit to his hooves, he went back to the head of the column. He halted them and had a collapsable table set up, with a map upon it. He pointed to one of the red circles and spoke to his lieutenant. "Here," he said, "there's a small Mage's Tower that we're supposed to inspect. Nothing out of the ordinary, just a routine check." His lieutenant nodded and organized the men. The captain couldn't help but think that this check would be anything but routine.

Marcus sprinted around the corner, hoping to find a hiding place where he could catch his breath. 'Say what will about bullies,' he thought, 'but you have to admit that they're persistent.' This particular group of kids had given him trouble before, but today was probably worse than any other day, all because he stood up to that asshole, Dale. Now the kid wanted to get revenge for their shamed friend. It would look pretty bad if the king of the school got knocked flat and the kid who did it walked away free of harm.

Marcus poked his head around the corner and saw that the three hulking boys were still after him. He sprinted down the street once again, turned another corner, and kept running. He began to go through any possible options when he realized that none of them would work. In his haste to think up a plan, he had run into a dead end. He was trapped, with no way out.

Brightblade's uneasy feeling got stronger and stronger the closer they got to the tower, but he didn't let it show. When they reached the base the captain pushed open the door. Inside was a disturbing sight. A pony, drenched with blood stood in the middle of a strange rune. The bloodied pony chanted a few words in a strange tongue, and suddenly he disappeared. A moment later a bright flash occurred, with enough force to knock down the guards.

Marcus backed farther against the wall, ready to try and break past his assailants and sprint towards home. It was hopeless though. As the two smaller ones held him against the wall, the big one lined up a haymaker. The blow struck Marcus in the face hard enough to knock him off of his feet. He never hit the ground. The largest of the three bullies prided himself on the fact that he had just punched someone out of existence. He was about as dense as the wall that Marcus had been held against, so he saw nothing wrong with the fact that he may have just murdered someone.

Marcus felt like he was falling. He had been knocked out before, but this was a whole new experience. He briefly wondered if he was dead, but dismissed that theory on the basis that he still hurt all over. Before he could ponder it anymore he was hurled into a blood splattered floor, which was all he saw before he struck his head and fell unconscious.

The captain knew that something would go wrong with this tower. The pony in bloodied robes had summoned some sort of demon, which had attempted to kill the captain and his men. Fortunately the captain had prepared his men for any situation. They quickly dispatched the demon, but the magical pony had already reached the top of the tower and had started another ritual. When it was finished there was another bright flash, followed by the appearance of a near hairless creature, with only two legs, dressed in strange clothes. The creature appeared to be unconscious. Captain Brightblade went to apprehend the suspect, but he had already fled the scene. The captain cursed. How was he going to explain this thing to the princesses?

When Marcus came to he was sitting in a stone room. He rolled off of the wooden bed and stood up. Just as his feet hit the ground the heavy door set in the opposite wall slammed open. A small horse stormed into the room, about as angry as Marcus had ever seen a horse look. They just stared at each other for a moment. Marcus said, "Well, looks like it's just me and you in here buddy." The horse took a step back and then, amazingly, started to speak. "You can speak?!" It said. Marcus' mind couldn't handle what it was observing, especially since he had recently suffered severe head trauma, and he fainted.

Brightblade stood motionless as the Commander of the Canterlot Guard reprimanded him. "To think that you, of all of my officers, would not only fail to apprehend the suspect, but also that you would also bring back this strange... thing. It hurts me to say this Brightblade, but I have to dismiss you from the force. You have one day to take your belongings from the barracks and to depart from Canterlot."

Brightblade's stoic face evinced none of his emotions as he packed his bags. He levitated the bags onto his back, grabbed his sword by the handle with his teeth, and left the barracks. He exited the town 15 minutes after he was dismissed. He was never one to waste time.

Marcus paced around the cell. Talking horses. He had met another, a larger, white horse with wings and a horn. She had began explaining things to him, but when she saw that he wasn't grasping it, she simply offered a chance to live in the world of Equestria. Marcus had accepted, mostly because he didn't know if he could back to Earth. The horse left after telling Marcus that he would most likely be free in two days. That meant that all he had to do was wait it out. After two days he could leave and begin his life in this new world. Maybe things would be better this time around, because they sure weren't great back on Earth.

Review with anything you would like to see changed, message me if you want. Have a nice day.

Redclaws out.