I limped into Ponyville, battered, bruised and I felt as if I was about to drop dead because I was so tired, I had cuts all over my body and my clothes were stained with blood and dirt. Perhaps I should Introduce myself and explain why it looks like I've been fighting for my life, I'm Frozen Arrow, I am am an ice mage who has be trained in archery since I was able to hold a bow, I came from Manehatton or rather what remains of the place, I don't have a family...well not anymore anyway and you'll find out why later. Anyway I have long light and dark blue hair and icy blue eyes.
The rason that I looked like I was half dead is well its better than what most people look like nowadays, which was completely dead because they were...dead and alive, the dead had awoken and I was one of few survivors but the only one from Manehatton.
I slowly made my way around Ponyville, taking out any undead I found until I saw him...
?'s POV:
I was looking over bodies making sure they were dead, just in case.
"looks like I took care of them, it was all too easy"
I stood up and turned around to see an arrow fly past my face. I drew my sword as quick as possible ready for another one of them to run at me or another arrow whatever came first, I looked for the source of the arrow but saw nothing. Out of the corner of my eye I saw another arrow flying towards me so I blocked it with my blade. As soon as the arrow made contact with my blade a figure stepped out of an alleyway.
"Awwww looks like my magic arrows have rendered your pathetic little blade-"
He took one look at my sword and looked extremely annoyed as if something didn't go the way he expected.
"W-why isn't your blade frozen? My arrow's magic should have frozen it solid...I don't understand" he said obviously scared.
"Did you say magic? That explains it, maybe I'll tell you after I kill you" I laughed as he stumbled backwards, I made him tremble before me in fear. I rushed towards him sword raised above my head, as I reached him I swung my sword downwards towards his skull.
KLANG! My blade had hit something metal...I looked at what it was and saw him grinning at me while he held a dagger.
"Surprise mother fucker!" he said as he kicked me and sent my flying onto my back. This was going to be interesting...
His recovery time was flawless he was on his feet in no time and he was clearly exhausted, just who was he? I got to my feet as he was readying another arrow by the time i come to my senses it was too late...the arrow was headed right for me...
I would like to thank a friend of mine (Void Dasher) for helping me with ideas a d giving me the inspiration for this story...I know the only things that are MLP related are cities but I will get more into MLP characters as the story progresses. Thanks for reading guys it is much appreciated and constructive criticism is always welcome