Disclaimer: I own nothing from the My Little Pony Friendship is magic franchise, I only own the story and the OC that I created.
Chapter 1
It all begins when I open my eyes.
I blink blearily, and stare at an all too familiar sight. A ceiling. My ceiling. Primary color, white. Why is it white? It could be a more comforting color you know? Like... like a sky blue or even a warm sunny yellow color perhaps. White? It's is such a bland sort of color in my opinion, but it's still something to wake up to.
I then lazily turn my head to look at the nearby chest of drawers; upon which rests my alarm clock. This clock clearly shows that it is only six o'clock. In the morning. I cannot help but heave a sad sigh, as I now face an ever present, earthly dilema. Getting out of bed. A warm, comfy, cosy, snug little piece of heavenly warmth. Anyone out there who loves to wake up in the morning, and likes leaving that little patch of heaven is an outright liar. And not someone, one should be in the comapny of. Nevertheless, I still have my workload to complete today.
And so, I (with a great deal of effort) finally rise from the bed.
I cannot help but give a heavy sigh, as the cool air of my bedroom begins its work on my once warm body. I shiver and rub my arms as goosebumps make their presence felt all over my body. I then grab some clean clothes and head for the bathroom for a warm shower.
After doing this, I then head down for some breakfast.
"This is going to be a long day." I sighed after remembering the long list of orders made this past week.
"Allright, breakfast first. Then it's time to get started."
With this thought, I prepare some cereal with some tea. Nothing fancy, just something to help start the day. Whilst I'm eating, I take a look at the list that now lies before me. Nails, tools, hinges, farm equipment, armor, weapons... Well, atleast the pay is good. Still though, I would like a bit more time to myself. It's not to much to ask for is it? Two days off work perhaps? Just enough to keep my fresh and ready for the following work days.
A quick look at the clock, and I get up to prepare the forge for todays workload. After stoking the fire to the correct temperature, I begin work on the armor and weapons. This order will take three to four hours tops due to how simple it is. Well, MY definition of simple anyway. You see, most blacksmiths would have taken three or four DAYS to complete it. But, ever since I first took up the hammer and tongs, I noticed that I had a particular talent for blacksmithing.
Why do I need to make armor and weapons you may ask. Well, it is not because I am outfiting museums, battle reenactors, weapon collectors or for them to be movie props. No. It is because despite being in the age tanks, planes, nuclear bombs and space travel (to a degree). We have to deal with monsters. Yes, Monsters. You know the type. Goblins, Ogres and Orcs oh my! Yeah, we have had to deal with them for more than ten thousand years. But despite our technological advances with regards to modern firearms, like machineguns, tanks and fighter jets, we still fall back on classics like swords and armor, and a more recent discovery. Magic.
You see, magic was discovered about two hundered years ago by someone who called himself, (and I kid you not here), Merlin. Yes you heard me. Merlin. That magic man from the tales of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table. Yeah, after his apperance, he decided that the world needed magic in order to even the playing field. This led to an age of advancement for us, where we did't have to worry all the time about when the next monster surge was going to happen.
On the subject of magic; ever since its' first apperance, it has become rather prolific. What I mean is that more and more people were born with the talent to use magic. So much so infact, they had to revamp the schools curriculum so as to teach this new subjest. Eventually they had to create a leveling system for magic, from primary school level upto University level. This leveling system allows the students to utalize magic at a sensible level, so that it doesn't disturb the public peace. But if they so desire it, they can go to specializd Magic Academies so that they can put their talent to a more practical uses. Like as doctors, teachers, builders, innovators or even combatants.
I had attended one such academy, and took the magic I had learned and applied it to the art of blacksmithing. This does not leave me as a one trick pony mind you, beacuse I had to often travel to dangerous locations to get the best materials for my work. Hell I even had to hunt for dangerous beasts to get a number of the more exotic materials I would inevitably need. From bones, skin and teeth, all the way to diamonds, wood and obsidian. Nothing was beyond my reach back in those days, for I had hunted everything. From the lowest ranked goblin all the way to the highest ranked dragons. It was fun back then, but now I find my blacksmithing has taken over, (not that I dislike it), and I am forced to employ other people to do my hunting for me. And, more often than not they would bring back inferior materials that I would inevitably use. Why? I'm not about to waste any material that come into my possession without good reason.
*Timeskip*
"That's the last of it." I sigh in contentment.
The armor and weapons alongside various tools for the nearby farming village, and the military garrison. Seeing my work done for the day, I put down my tools and leave the furnace to die down . Should take two or three hours for it to die down, but my mind is now on other matters. Like, for example how will I entertain myself this evening? Well, I know just what to do. Watch the last two episodes of My Little Pony Friendship Is Magic season six. I would never of watched this show had my friends not pestered me for two straight months, expressing their own love for the show. So, in the end, I caved into their request to give it a chance. I've been watching it ever since and never miss a show.
*One hour and a half later*
Not a bad ending. I rather enjoyed it myself, but lets see how other fans of the show thought of it. I stand up and turn around, but my eyesight lingers on a wall mounted cabinet. This cabinet is made from a piece of European Dogwood, that I had harvested some ten years ago. Rock hard and bone dry, this stuff even sinks in water! Wood that SINKS in water! Insane right? Ahem, I made the entire cabinet from a fair bit of it that I had harvested, but also added a glass window so that I could look upon the contents. A great double headed warhammer. An old friend of mine from my adventurous youth. This weapon has been at my side ever since I forged it. And it has been my friend through many dangers.
I stare upon my hammer with a great sense of nostalgia, and longing. Before I realise it, the cabinet is opened and it is now resting in my hands. The haft sits comfortably in the palm of my hands, moulded to fit my hands from day one. Made from Dragon Bone mixed with a Pure Crysatalised Heartstone Diamond blended with Earthheart Steel Titanium. My finest work if I may be so bold. With all that, this wieghts near fifty pounds. Getting hit by this will seriously mess up your day. Trust me, I have seen what this thing can do. It is NOT pretty. And I have hid it for a little over fifty years now. Huh. Fifty years. Thats a long time now that i think about it.
Now, I will be the first to admit it but, I have terrible naming sense. But I will never know this hammer by any other. Other than the one that I gave it after it's forging. "Sternguard." I sigh in remembrance. Terrible I know, but still, this weapon; as I stated before, has been at my side from the practically, the start of my career. Even now It is still with me. I heft Sternguard a few times, and swing it back and forth in remembrance of the fights I had.
"Well... time to put you back to your rest." I sigh sadly.
Gently I place Sternguard back in the cabinet, and close the glass door. The final resting place of my adventuring career. A wooden cabinet. Well this got depressing rather quickly didn't it? Lets move along before the gloomy atmoshphere overwhelms us all. Really, just dinner,a shower and then it is off to bed. Really, what a fun filled evening. Yeah right!
*Late at night*
I awaken to the sound of an animalistic bellow. It's close. DAMN close! Like OUTSIDE my HOUSE close! I tear myself from the bed and rush to the window, and wrench the curtains to the side. I blink. I blink again. And I blink some more. Can you blame me? There just so happens to be a dragon storming towards me house. I think I am justified for the excessive blinking. Slowly though,I feel a grin forming on my face; one filled with exitment.
"Finally." I call softly.
"New materials." My grin could give the grinch a run for his money.
I turn and grab some clothes for decencies sake, and storm down the stairs towards my weapon. Deciding that time is against me, I ram my elbow into the glass door so I can retrieve Sterguard. Hammer in hand, I then run to the nearest window and leap through it. The glass scatters around me as I land, and run full pelt towards the materials that are (quite happily I might add) charging towards me. The dragon Roars its challenge. Drawing air deeply into my lungs I Bellow my own challenge.
Time seems to slow down as the distance between us closes. In my mind, so many cool and utterly badass one-liners fly through my mind. But due to the time dilation I find myself with a fair bit of it to find a suitable one for this occasion. One springs to mind, one I feel to be rather appropriate considering the situation. I drew breathe, fully prepared for the one-liner crawling up my throat, from the depths of my scrotum.
Fate however has a rather... peculair sense of humor to say the least, not only that, but he was most certainly in cahoots with a certain Lady. One whose name cannot be uttered, lest she desert you. I say it like this because, right now, I need her NOW more than ever. Why you may ask? Well, I was a complete and utter fool for ignoring the most 'in your face' hint ever devised in the history of Bloody Blatant Hints. Time dilations. That and the obvious fact that some sort of magical portal is opening up between us.
"..." I deadpanned to myself, as that awesome one-liner (for lack of a better description) shrivels up inside my throat in the face of this reality shattering sight.
The forward momentum of both myself and the dragon is undeniable. And in the last few moments of what I assume to be my life, I cannot help but utter one word that jumps the queue and proceds to batter its way up my throat and onto my tounge
"...Bugger..." I say in a rather pathetic tone of voice. I mean really? What else can one say in this situation? Oh I'm sure there are plenty of people out there who could think to something "awe-inspiring" for the history books. But with me thats what you get. Now it's time to enjoy the ride of a lifetime. So, I close my eyes and then...
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Pain. Agony. The first and last things that I remember.
I cannot describe the experience properly given the cicumstances; but lets see how I fare... wait. I already said this didn't I?
First off came great heat; the type of heat that originates from a dragons mouth. It sears me from the right hand side of my face, all the down to the right side of my body and back. Ending just below the hips. This causes every muscle in my body to clech at the level of pain I feel. The only possible way to explain this is...? Well? It is the same type of pain one feels after getting tasered. Uugh. An all over body cramp, where you have practically no control over your body. Next, comes the dragons claws. They power towards my unmoving body at great speed. A speed which, under normal circumstances, I would have been able to avoid without too much effort. The strike makes contact with the left side of my hip, and carves upwards and across my chest finally ending at my right shoulder.
This was not a very pleasant experience to say the only am I now in some sort of magical vortex whose sole purpose is (to my understanding) making my life a bloody mess right now. And it's succeeding. After my brain gives my consciousness a sharp kick up its backside, finally bringing me back to the present. It then proceeds to slap my muscles and nerves back into sensibility. And only THEN does it kickstart an idea. This idea then proceeds to make its rounds through various mental commities, and make its way to the Main Cortex to be passed. This Idead passed unanimously as a bill of vengance. (And would you believe that this all happened in less than a hundredth of a second?) There is only one thin left to say at this point.
"I will skin you alive, rip out your bones, tear out your organs and turn you into FU... into FFFFF... FFFFFFFFF... MINCEMEAT!"
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What just happened?