Hello! RTB here. Hope you guys enjoy my story. This is where I'll respond to reviews and such. Also, this is my first story, so constructive criticism please.
What? Did you think I was gonna say 'Please be nice'. Nice and shallow comments that lie to spare my feelings aren't gonna do anything. Criticism and nice comments that DON'T lie do. That doesn't give you the right to diss me for no reason.
Got nothing nice to say? Don't say it.
One thing to note: Hisashi is the anthro in this story. Everyone else is normal.
Also, I noticed that there is no (at least not to my knowledge) AIE stories (Anthro in Equestria) and there is only HIE stories. (Human in Equestria). At least, I can't get called out of having a generic HIE story. I dunno. Maybe.
One other thing to note: Making a fan fiction the quality of at least a 360p YouTube video, or at the most, a 720p one takes a lot of revising and work, so no set update schedule. Sorry.
One other other thing to note: I like making references. So watch out for them.
One other other other thing to note: I'm gonna use songs in this story, with credits to the original artists of course. So, if you don't like that, look for credits in this portion and skip the Bolded Italics.
One other other other other thing to note: Nothing I do in this fan fiction will make any kind of profit. The only thing I'll be getting out of this is alleviation from my boredom. And maybe the alleviation of other people's boredom.
A first aid kit.
My phone and earphones.
My Franchi SPAS-12.
My IMI Desert Eagle.
A combat knife.
Some clothes.
Enough food (mostly greens), water and ammo to last for awhile.
My old family picture...
I sigh deeply as I inspect my belongings inside my backpack. As I sit alone here in an abandoned rebel camp, I contemplate my next plan of action.
I think back to the city that I just left.
The citizens are probably being joined by the rebels in celebrating their freedom from a tyrannical monster. 4 decades of oppression..., it must have been hard for all of them.
I think back to my little episode at that bastard's mansion.
I walk down a hall of mirrors, a hall that asshat called his favorite hall because of the decorations that plague the walls of that hall, and the only things that are on the wall are mirrors. I pause momentarily to examine myself on a mirror and see a grey-furred anthropomorphic wolf staring back. My attire consists of my commissioned suit, a replica of Kenshi's outfit in Furry Kombat X, a katana, strong enough to cut through rock, on my back and a red blindfold around my eyes. I actually look like Kenshi himself if he was real. I take my blindfold off and examine the so-called "windows to the soul". Red aura surround my eyes, yet does nothing to impair my vision. Yet, somehow, I look past the aura and see my eyes; a cloudy look within my pupils, indicating my blindness. Further past that, I finally see it, my soul. A soul that is tormented by his sins and wears them around his neck every day, hour, minute, second. I hastily tied my blindfold back on, just as I felt my eyes start to water. My sins weigh down my neck as I tell myself the same things that I have been telling myself ever since my conscience caught up to me and slapped my sins on to my face.
"I am the product of a madman.
A devil shaped me to become his puppet.
I am the unholy offspring of war and insanity.
I do not deserve a happy ending...
But my people do."
I was so lost in thought that I didn't notice myself leaving the mansion. The people stopped cheering and started staring at me. The change of atmosphere snapped me back to reality, and I was greeted by the eyes of everyone who lived in the city, plus the rebels who stormed in. I expected shuns and cries of fear and anger. To my surprise, they started clapping and cheering. Oh, right. I killed the bitch that oppressed them. I made my way through the crowd and their cheers and made my way towards an abandoned rebel camp. I've had enough of this shit.
Yup, there's my plan. Right there. I don't deserve to be here. I'll only just interfere with their happiness. And I know just the place to go,
The Clearing of Beginnings.
...
As I walk into the clearing that may very well spell my end, an odd feeling of comfort washes over me. Maybe because this world can finally be rid of one more reminder of the Age of Darkness, me.
That they can finally move on and continue their lives.
...
I start to feel excited as I see... them.
Portals to other dimensions.
They are the reason why this clearing gets its name. A portal can lead you to a new beginning. Or end. Depends on the dimension you land into.
This clearing was created by the very first magic users of the anthropomorphic race. When they died, they created the Clearing for our kind as a step forward in advancement and yet, it's also a step backwards.
See, it's kind of a gambling match when using these things, because as far as we can tell, you can never come back unless you can recreate the portal back. Judging by that tyrant's teams of conquest never returning, even when they had the ability to recreate the portal back themselves, I think it's safe to assume that no one survived their trips.
You can probably tell how excited I am.
But I don't belong here. Maybe somewhere else, but not here.
...
I look around and see that most of the portals have been 'decommissioned', or in other words, destroyed, as they were the ones that the conquest teams disappeared into. Only around 5 out of the original 25 portals are still intact.
"Soooooo... Eenie meenie... That one." I point at the portal I chose. The moss-covered portal looked decrepit from years of neglect. The portal itself actually looks a lot like a sun. Well, at least half of it. The other half looked like a crescent moon.
"Will this send me to space, I wonder?" I think to myself. "Maybe I'll be able to see OuterTale out there." I chuckle at my little joke. "Welp, here goes nothing."
I get one arm through the portal and feel like all control over that limb is gone. I recoil from the sensation and pull my arm back, only to see that it's still intact.
"That... was weird."
I place my arm back in and the sensation returns and sends shivers down my spine. "Ok, it's just like a band aid; do it as quick as possible."
And with that I dive into my new home. Maybe. I dunno. That's just the optimism talking.
...
I wake up with a jolt and inspect my body to find that all my body parts are intact. I look behind me and see my backpack on my back. I take it off and open it to find everything still there. "Okay, I'm still alive." I look around and see grass beneath me, and forest trees for miles in every direction. I keep inspecting my surroundings and see that I seem to be on a sizable plot of grass. Also, there seems to be a lack of portals in my surrounding area. Good. I have nothing left for me there.
A river runs downstream to the left and to the right, a big cave that seems to be uninhabited. Judging from my height of 6'7", the cave was easily 3 times my height. "Hello, my new home." I say with boredom. Hopefully, my world can live happily now.
I look to the sky and see the moon shining bright with the stars following suit. "Guess I'll wait for morning to get some work done. First thing on the list, scouting out the area."
As soon as that was said, a shrill scream that belonged to a woman pierced through the night air.
"HELP!"
In all honesty, I reacted to that scream the same way a youtuber reacts to a jump scare.
I jumped and screamed myself.
"FUCK!"
After calming down, I remembered that someone was in danger. It looked like it came from a random direction. Luckily, the scream made its location known and I, with my amazing navigational skills, deduced that I do not know where the scream came from. A third scream fills the air, this one louder than the last two. Come to think of it... The second scream was louder than the first one.
Wait a second.
At that point, I had made a stunning realization; the owner of the screams is coming towards me.
Which leads to two more realizations; first, 'Good! That means I just have to wait for her to get here!", and the second, 'Shit! Whatever's making her scream is coming towards me!'.
So I take the necessary precautions, and take my SPAS-12 out. "Oh wait, better make sure." I take off my gloves and shove them into my backpack. I concentrate for a little and fire erupts from my furry palms. "Good I still have my magic." I put out the fire and load 7 shells into my shotgun and pump the first shell in. I step back and look around, shotgun in hand.
Suddenly, a purple horse, tattered with cuts and bruises, jumps into the clearing. Wait. Purple horse? And? Is that a horn? And wings? And... an ass tattoo?!
"HELP!", she screams.
Heeeey, that's the voice from earlier! I officially dub thee, Ms. Purple. Wait! That means she's the one being chased!
"Hey!", I call out. The horse turns towards me and her eyes widen at the sight of me, but then her head snaps to the direction of a barking sound behind her. She turned to me and ran, screaming, "Help, please! There are timberwolves right behind me!" Timber wolves? Those guys are assholes! Well, most of the time. I'm sure there are some nice timber wolves out there...
"HEY!"
"Huh? What?" My train of thought was cut off by someone furiously shaking my legs. I look to see that the purple horse is right next to me. Huh. She made it.
"They're almost here! Do something please!" Oh yeah, timber wolves.
"Yeah, sure. Just get behind me." I say nonchalantly. If the only thing these guys can do is a bunch of cuts and bruises, that means they're melee users; maybe knifes or blades. I have a gun. As far as I can tell, ranged beats melee all of the time. Well. Most of the time.
I snap my head towards the sound of rustling bushes and aimed my gun towards the sound.
Suddenly, about 6 somethings burst through the foliage, finally giving me an image of what the hell is tormenting this horse. They seem to be feral beings, so casual conversation is out the window. Wait. 6 somethings? Ok, I have come to the realization that my shotgun can easily be overrun by numbers like that. Damnit, fuck you, Numbers Game.
I immediately threw my shotgun toward my backpack behind us and drew my katana. I raised my eyebrow to the 'somethings' in front of me. Ok, these things are not timber wolves. These are wolves made of wood and... you've got to be kidding me.
sans must be proud of whoever named these things.
Nevertheless, I ready myself for a fight and take up a defensive stance. We engage in a standoff, neither side making a move. The bright light of the full moon illuminates our battlefield as nothing can be heard other than the chirping of grasshoppers. The wood wolves look at me from top to bottom, as if they were sizing me up. Though, one of them seems a bit more nervous than the others.
I brought myself down and turned to the horned horse.
Wait, I should probably start calling her a unicorn.
I whisper, "Stay here and don't move." I was afraid that her head might have fallen off at the speed it nodded at.
I stood back up when all of the sudden, one of them lunged and landed a few centimeters away from me. I swung at it from my surprise and, because of the strength of my weapon, it was cut in half and slumped down on the ground, dead while oozing some sap-like liquid.
I smirked as the rest of the pack seemed to sense the danger that I can cause as they started rearing back. My old instincts kicked in as I started to feel an all-too familiar sensation. Aaaah, hello there, Bloodlust. My old friend. Glad to have you back.
My right paw grips the handle of my katana as the left one burst into flames as utter the first thing that comes to mind.
"LETS DANCE, FUCKERS!"
One of the wolves immediately sensed the danger and tried to run away. But that didn't happen as a random ring of fire appeared around us.
Hehehe, I wonder where that came from.
The unicorn behind me screamed and cowered from the sudden intensity. I told her to calm her tits (or in this case, teats, hehe), and in that small frame of time, one of the 5 wolves bit down hard on my left arm.
The ring of fire petered out as the left arm was the control point of the fire. Blood gushed from that arm and brought an odd sense of nostalgia.
Smells like... my past.
"FUUUCK!", I screamed out. I slashed at the wolf and, just like its brother... or sister, I dunno, died in a similar fashion.
The wound on my arm rendered it useless, my head was pounding and I was feeling light-headed from blood loss.
What a warm welcome to a new dimension.
"You guys want it? YOU FUCKING GOT IT!" I shout before running towards the remaining 4 wolves.
One tried to jump at my face, but I ducked and it collided with another wolf that tried to be sneaky and attacked my back. I faced the incapacitated wolves and ended their lives at the same time with a single stab. Another wolf snuck up behind and slashed at my back, just barely missing. I spin to face my attacker and slice its head off with one clean swipe.
I then hear something next to me, something that sounds like whimpering. I turn to see the last remaining wolf. It stared at me, almost as if it were horrified at the sight of its dead brothers and my contribution to it. I wore a dark smile as each step I took made it take another step back.
Fuck, my arm hurts like hell. Eh, I'll deal with it later.
I thought about ending it by putting through the Telecopter by using my telekinesis.
Or maybe rip each of its limbs of one by one.
Hehehe, the possibilities are endless.
Suddenly, my head feels like someone just fucking stabbed it. I howl in agony, then I realize what I'm doing.
My dark thoughts are overcoming me again.
No! I have to fight this! Fuck! This fucking hurts like shit!
Soon enough, my headache goes away and I can think clearly again without those dark thoughts. I look forward to see that the wolf is... still there?
"Huh. I would've thought that you would run away by now." I remark.
I take one step and what happened next caught me by surprise.
"Please don't hurt me! I don't want to fight!" A voice called out.
I look around in search of the foreign voice, only to find that the only things in sight is the unicorn in what looks to be a force field, the remains of our attackers and the last wolf, cowering in fear.
I look at the wolf with a curious expression. "Hey, was that you?" I take another step and it shrinks even further.
"Please, just leave me alone." The mysterious voice appears again, this time sounding quieter.
I take the hint and stop taking steps and just sit on my position.
I decide to start a conversation but, instead the timberwolf decides to interrupt.
"Well? What are you waiting for? Kill me already." A somber voice said. Ok, it's definitely coming the wolf.
"I'm not gonna hurt you. C'mon." I beckon it to come here. Or should I say he, considering the voice it apparently uses. It sounded like it would belong to a teenager or at least, someone in that age range.
"Yeah, right. Like I'm gonna believe that bull." The wolf says while looking at me cynically. His eyes, at least I think they're eyes, show someone who has given up on life. It's very familiar to me and it hits hard.
"Hey, if you're gonna swear, say the full thing. Nothing's stopping you from saying bullshit. I just wanna talk." I try to reason after my little comment.
He suddenly flares up and looks and me angrily, "Stop lying! If you're gonna kill me then just... wait, you can hear me?" He suddenly stops his attempt at suicide and looks at me curiously.
"Well yeah. Although, you don't move your mouth when you talk." I comment with a tilt of my head.
The wolf suddenly adopts an expression of shock, "So you can hear me! We Timberwolves communicate through telepathy. So, if you can hear me, does that mean that you're telepathic too?" His curiosity can be compared to a child seeing a dog or shadow for the first time.
"Well, I am telepathic. I can read thoughts if I want, but it's been awhile since I've actually used it. It's not as good as before but the most I can handle is hearing thoughts and talking to other minds." I say truthfully. Honestly, my telepathy has become a passive thing ever since I started learning the other branches of our magic tree.
"Wow, thats pretty neat. Wait, are you still gonna kill me?" The wolf shifts the conversation in the snap of a finger with that one question.
"What? No! I was just protecting that purple horse over there." I point over to the mentioned being. "Oh, by the way, you guys made the first move. Just saying."
"Yeah, those guys wouldn't give up a hunt even if their lives were on the line. Don't worry, they'll just reform later. I didn't even want to go on their stupid hunt. I went just to try and make myself look better." He says with a bit of annoyance.
"Wait, why would you need to make yourself look better?"
I heard a sigh before he replied, "Yeah, about that." He seems to have used one of his paws to rub the back of his head. "You see, I'm one of the few Timberwolves that believe we can have peace with other races. But, because of our appearance and the fact that ponies don't believe in telepathy, no progress has been made so far."
"Sounds like it sucks."
"It does."
I stand up, albeit rather uneasily. "Well, I'm gonna check on Ms. Purple over there." I started walking away, but the wolf stops me.
"Hey, wait!" I turn to see him right behind me with a pleading look. "Uhh, how do I put this...", I hear him mumble.
"What?" I ask him. "Do you need something?" Cue raised eyebrow.
"Well, umm..." He fumbles for a bit before, "Can I go with you?", He says in a voice that resembles a whisper.
"Huh? I thought you had a pack to get back to." I point out to the wolf.
"Yeah, well you should know that none of my pack shares my beliefs of peace. So, really, why be with the wrong crowd?" He finished with a smile, or at least it looked like a smile. "I really have nothing there for me; my beliefs really made the others isolate me most of the time."
Recollection flashes through my eyes as he mentioned that last line.
"I have nothing left for me there."
I look back at the wolf just in time to hear one last thing, "So, please just consider it. I have nowhere to go and without a pack, I won't..."
"Stop." I say with an unreadable tone.
The timberwolf looks at me with a pleading look in his eyes, only to be replaced with a depressed one.
"Okay." The wolf suddenly perks up at the word. "You've convinced me. You and me, we have a lot in common. I came from a place where I have nothing to go back to."
The timberwolf made a yipping(?) noise that honestly freaked me out. How does a wolf made of wood make that kind of noise?
"Oh, thank you so much! I promise not to be a bother. Oh! I know! I can..."
"Okay, stop right there. You're starting to sound like a fucking slave with Stock Holmes'. You will not be a bother because you will be something even better." The wolf looked at me with curiosity at the statement. "You're gonna be my friend, at least I think that's the word. The only job you have is to be a good friend."
He gave me a confused face. "How do you be a good friend?"
I blankly stared at the sky, before looking back down. "I don't know. I picked up the word back at my old home. I heard some people using it for people they were laughing with. Hmmm, maybe Ms. Purple knows." I said while starting towards said horse.
The timberwolf paused for a bit. "Wait, won't she freak out because of me?"
"Not if I explain the situation." And with that, I continued towards the purple unicorn.
I hear a gasp and turn around to see the wolf staring at my arm. Oh yeah, one of them bit my arm. "Oh yeah, almost forgot about that."
"Doesn't that hurt?"
"I've learned to tune out pain. Doesn't mean that I don't get my wound's effects. I'm feeling pretty light-headed right now, so I should probably get patched up before I pass out. I have a first aid kit in my pack. I should prob..."
"How about I fetch it for you so you don't have to do as much?" he offered, interrupting me in the process.
I think about it for a second. Hmmmm, maybe that's what friends do. Do things for each other. Sounds a lot like family though.
"Sure. Thanks. Go ahead. It's the gray thing over there." I pointed towards the purple unicorn's location. I then realize something. "Wait. Never mind. I'll just call her over."
I turned towards Ms. Purple. "Hey! Purple!"
She looked at me and dropped her bubble of protection. "Oh, Mister! Are you okay? Are the timberwolves gone?"
"Yes! Now stop being a pussy and get over here!"
She winced at my harsh language and started walking over to me. "You don't have to be so mean about it!"
I gave a huff and realized something. "Hey! Wait!" Purple stopped and looked me weird. "You have magic, right? With that horn?" She nodded with a weird expression. It was as if she didn't expect that question. "Okay, can you bring that grey thing with you?" She looked at where I pointed at and found my grey backpack sitting on the ground.
"Sure thing!" she said with a smile.
She levitated the pack next to her and continued to walk towards us. Suddenly, she stops and looks horrified, shrieking, "Look out! There's one more of them! Behind you!" She points with her hoof. I follow it to see my timber friend behind me.
"Wait! Don't do anything drastic!" I say with my arms outstretched.
"Stand back! I know some combat magic!" Her horn flares up as she says that.
I stand in front of my friend and ready a force field. "Don't do dis, Purple!"
"Mister, get away from it!" Her horn's getting brighter.
"No, stop this!" I got ready to bring up a force field of my own.
"Get away from it, NOW!" Her horn is making a large portion of the field purple-colored.
"Okay, fine." My friend looks at me in horror. "But, let me say one thing first." Purple looks at me with a raised eyebrow. "Look over there, it's a something!" I shout with a little desperation. What? I panicked!
For some stupid reason, the light on her horn goes away and she turns to look behind her. "Where?!"
In that brief moment of stupidity, I surround Purple in a force field. I walk over to her and facepalm. "Are you fucking kidding me?"
"Hey! Get me out of here!" Purple starts hitting the bubble she's contained in.
"Only if you promise to calm down and give my new friend a chance." I gesture toward the friendly timberwolf.
"Okay. Fine. I'll calm down." She says after a few deep breaths.
"Good," I turn my head to the timberwolf. "Okay... umm. What's your name?"
The wolf looked at me weird. "What's a name?"
I resisted the urge to gawk at him. "You mean you don't have a name? What did you call yourselves?"
"We just recognized each other through smell." The wolf said, giving a gesture that resembled a shrug. 'How these things even have a sense of smell' is probably a question that I won't hear the exact answer, so I'll settle for the next best thing; magic.
"Umm, Mister? Who are you talking to?" I hear the Purple say.
"I'm talking to... Arbor! Yeah, Arbor."
"Did you just name me on the spot?"
"And after a tree? Yup!"
Arbor gave me a smile. "Well, it's better than nothing. I kinda like it."
"Okay, Mister. Are you crazy or something? Timberwolves can't talk." Purple stated with a knowing look.
"They can't. They use telepathy instead."
She gave me a blank stare before responding, "Telepathy is a myth. It's a completely different thing from magic along. It's just like telekinesis."
I smirked before I started. I thought out to Purple, "Oh really now?"
She looked startled before she screamed, "Who said that?!"
"I did." I thought again.
She looked at me with wide eyes. "What?"
"Yeah, it's what I use to talk to Arbor."
"Amazing..." She seemed to trail off.
"Okay, now that we understand ourselves, I'm going to let you go, Purple. But only if you promise not to attack Arbor."
"Okay, fine. And my name is Twilight Sparkle, not Purple." Okay, then, Purple.
I turn off my bubble and Twlight walks out with my backpack with her.
"Okay, some introductions are in order now," I step back to show Arbor behind me. "Arbor, meet Twilight. Twilight, meet Arbor."
"Umm, nice to meet you?" Twilight said, extending her hoof.
Arbor sniffed her hoof before I hear him say, "It's nice to meet you too."
"He said the feeling's mutual." I relay to Twilight.
"Umm, okay?"
"And my name is Hisashi!" I annouce with a smile.
"What a nice name." I hear Arbor say.
"That name sounds like a Jayponese name." Twilight says thoughtfully.
"Well, I don't know a place called Jaypon, but I come from a place called Japan."
Twilight looks at me with wide eyes and looked like she wanted to say something until I interrupted her.
"Okay, good!" I say with a clap of my paws. "Now that we are all properly acquainted, I need to ask. Does anyone know anything about first aid?"
"Well, I know how to patch up some wounds, if I have the right materials." Twilight offered.
"Good. 'Cause I need it now." I fell to the ground as the effects of my wounds finally catch up to me. "Twilight, everything you need is in the first aid kit in my backpack."
Twilight gasped before asking, "Are you okay?"
"Of course not. Why do you think I asked if you knew first aid? My left arm is pretty fucked up from the attack."
"Okay, I'll get you patched up, then I'll bring you Ponyville General."
"NO!" I suddenly disagree.
Twlight looks at me like I'm crazy. "But they can give you proper treatment for your wounds here."
"No," I repeat. "Do NOT bring me to a populated area." I look at her with a panicked expression.
"I don't want to be known around the world or something. I might cause a panic. Judging from you, I'm pretty sure there isn't a lot of my kind running around is there?"
"Well, no, but I have to bring you to a hospital." Twilight said. Wait, were her eyes always that big?
"I already said everything you need is in my first aid kit. Just please don't bring me anywhere. Also, keep a secret and don't tell anyone about me."
She gave a small pout before complying with her task. "Well, I guess I owe you for saving my life. Fine, I'll go get the first aid kit." She started rummaging through my backpack in search of the kit.
I turned to Arbor, "Hey, I'm gonna need some down time. If you wanna stay, our new home is that big cave over there." I pointed towards the thing in question.
He nods, "Sure, I'll go check it out." Then, he started towards the cave.
I turned the Twilight, this time, "Welp, the blood loss is starting to get to me. Advanced thank you for patching me up, Twilight. See you maybe when I wake up again."
I heard screams but I was already half way to unconsciousness.
If this has to be where I die, I'm glad I got one more good thing done.
...
The Princess of the Night had just finished turning the moon into its full phase, so as to provide light for the 5 best friends of Princess Twilight Sparkle. After her assistant (and mutual sibling) came running out of Everfree Forest bearing news that Twilight had been attacked by Timberwolves, her friends, as any true friend would, sprung into action; first, by sending a request for assistance from the Two Royal Sisters, and second, running into Twilight's last known location. Their quest is proven to be futile as Twilight's current location, which is to say the clearing in which she was saved, is at least an entire mile away from where Spike saw her redirect the Timberwolves. They would not give up on their task, however.
"I do hope they find their friend soon." Moon Horse thought. Oops. Wrong story.
"Luna, may I speak with you?" The mare in question turned to see her sister, Princess Celestia, behind her.
"Of course, sister! What seems to be on your mind?" Luna questioned.
"Luna," Celestia started with a voice that seemed to be filled with apprehension, "I have felt a surge of energy coming from Everfree Forest. I wanted to talk to you on what it may be. Or who."
The Princess of the Night caught on to her sister's implications and quickly countered with wide eyes, "I can't be her! The Elements of Harmony have defeated her years ago!"
"I am aware, sister. Though, we cannot rule that out as a possibility. We will leave for Ponyville with a platoon of the Royal Guard to provide assistance. We cannot take a chance, Luna. We might be facing a threat to Equestria itself."
Luna mulled over her sister's plan before replying, "Okay, I will get some rest. If what you say is true, then we must be prepared for a battle." The Princess of the Night turned to leave the balcony they stood on and prepared for bed.
Celestia watched her sister with concern flashing in her eyes, "Hopefully, it won't have to come to that." She thought before leaving the balcony herself, hoping for a good night's sleep tonight.
Something has come to the fair land of Equestria, and it's rulers were prepared to fight of this possible threat.
Glory to Cobrastan..., uuuhhh, I meant,
Glory to Equestria.
Wait.
AUGH.
Wrong game, dammit.
Okay, thank you guys for reading! This is just a prologue to my story, though. The rest will just come naturally. Hopefully you guys enjoyed it. If you find any spelling or grammar errors yourself, feel free to tell me. I'm only human, I make mistakes too. Also, feel free to give me some hints on what the Mane 6's is personality-wise, so that you don't have to rage, saying, "SHE DOESNT ACT LIKE THAT!" or "THATS NOT WHAT SHE SAYS!". I never really watched the series so I don't really know all of them that much. I might have butchered Twilight's parts though. Oh well. Live and Learn. Anyway, see you guys on the next chapter!
P.S. This chapter has been edited to fix a few things.
