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Chapter 2.
What just happened? I thought in confusion. That thought held for but a moment; one that almost cost me dearly. The dragon had the upper haaaa...? Haaa.., HAAAANNN...! WHAT!? THE!? HEE...!? HEEHHEEE...!? HECK! The dragon takes advantage of the lapse in concentration, to land a heavy blow across my side. Pain flares for a second before dimming down to a soft throb. I grit my teeth, put power into my legs and charge forward to deliver pain in kind.
I shift my haa... my haa haaaa...? My grip, halfway up the haft and grip tightly, ready to stike. The dragon foolishly lunges forward with its muzzle wide open, in an attempt to swallow me whole. A smirk makes its' way to my face as a duck easily under such a telegraphed move. I trail the hammer behind me, as I loosen my grip on the hammer. My body turns ninety degrees to the right, as I grip the bottom of the hammers haft. First my hips rotate to the left followed by my torso, then my shoulders and lastly my arrrrr... My aaraarrrrr... My hammer rises up to meet the dragons chin. The hammer strikes with all the power of a meteor stiking the earth.
The noise... how does one describe it? Well... picture four hundred tonnes of meat in a hole in the ground. With me so far? OK. Now picture a flat ten tonne metal slab. Right? Then dangle that metal slbe some ten meters above the meat, then drop it. It sort of sounds like that for lack of a better description. The dragons head... exploded.
"Wha...?" I cannot help but utter in absolute bewilderment.
"I know that I am strong and all, but this level of strength is beyond me." I say to the world at large.
I don't know what the he... what the heeee... Heck happened here. One minute the dragons head was in one piece above me and now? Well, suffice to say you could scrape together what was left and put it into a bucket. And do you know whats worse? I cannot even scavenge any materials from it! For fu... FFFFUUUUU...! FOR THE LOVE OF PETE! I thought in anger. What was I thinking? Materials are more important? Well, what about my GOD given right to color the air blue with swear words! Why can't I swear right now!? Someoooooo...? Someeee...?
"Oh, come on! I cannot even say Someeee...!"
"Really? I cannot say it?"
"Allright, fine. What CAN I say?" I say exasperation.
"Try saying somePONY instead." A voice replyed in a calm helpful manner.
I blink. I blink again. I then begin slowly turning me head to lokk to my left, then my right. Then I look up, then down and then face forward. I didn't bother looking behind me, because that is where they almost always appear.
"Please, look behind you." The voice said. "I know full well that YOU know, that I am standing right behind you." A slight reproachful tone to the voice this time.
"Sorry. It's that sort of voice that one associaties with a disembodied being." I replied in apology.
"It's allright, no harm done." Replied the voic.
"... Before I turn aroud though, do you mind if I ask a question?" I asked.
"You just did" Replied the voice, a slightly mirthful tone was hidden in there I think.
"Another one then."
A small chuckle eminates from behind me. "Very well then. Ask away." The voice replied in a jovial manner.
"Thank you. Well... did you say 'Somepony' just a short while ago?" I enquired.
"Yes" said the voice.
"SomePONY?" I aksed again.
"Yes, and before you ask again I did say PONY. I will fully explain after you turn around. OK?" The voice said.
"... ok." I say in a small voice.
I gather my courage while I draw a deep breathe . I then close my eyes and turn on my heels, and with another deep calming breathe, I open my eyes to gaze upon the owner of the voice.
What I see is... Well... What can I say to this? It's... it's... It's an Orc. An Orc. An ORC! What. The. Actual. Fu... I cannot even think about swearing. God daaaa... Uuuggh, gosh darnit.
Anyway, back to the big, pink proverbial eelephant in the room. Or in this case, ORC in the room.
I will not deny that I do feel attracted to this Orc, because, well, this Orc is Beautiful. And female. I want that part emphasized. SHE, the Orc, is female. I am looking at her right now and can honestly say that I AM feeling attracted to her. Her skin a healthy dark green, almost black in smoe areas, but this serves to enhance her own muscle tone and figure. Her figure for that matter is akin to an hourglass. Her bust size... I'd hazard at calling it a C-cup. A very healthy C-cup. I gulp. What? I'm a man, I still have my base desires. Shut up. Ahem. Her face is, gentle looking, not one you would look to find on an Orc. But, there is a slight feeling that she gives off. As though she can become feral at the drop of a hat. Her protruding fangs, are not overly long or large, maybe and inch or two in length. Lips looking full and kissable... OK... Next her hair; it is dark, almost raven like in color. It flows gently down her back in a loose ponytail, ending just below her hips. And her eyes. Oh god above her eyes! A deep chestnut brown color that seems near bottomless, holding a power that exudes a feeling of peace and harmony, yet also a primal almost feral strength in their depths.
"Are you finished undressing me with your eyes yet?" She askes in amusement.
"!" I thought blankly in shock. However it doesn't stop my face from turning red from embarrassment.
"Sorry! Sorry! I was just...! I mean..! You...! You're just... beutiful." I spoke in panic to begin with but end in a lame manner. Cut me some slack here peee... peeoopp... Uugh. Guys. Who wouldn't be a stuttering mess, when faced with the physical embodyment of beauty.
"It's allright. I get this reaction a lot from humans." she says while chuckling.
"Now, onto why I brought you here." She suddenly turns serious.
Now I am getting nervous.
God like beings only do this sort of thing when the are either mad, or in dire straights. And are often in need of something to vent their frustration on, or are in need of a champion respectively.
"As you know, there are many species living in this world of yours." She starts. "But here are many others out there." Yeah. Of course. The multiverse theory. Big 'surprise' that one.
"Are you listening to me?" She enquire with a tone demaning a good answer.
"You're talking about the multiverse theory, right?" I ask.
"Yes, I am. There are many different worlds out there, each of which with their own groups of people and gods." She replied. "Now, I brought you here to ask you on behalf of the Divine Panthion, to help us."
"..." I reply.
"..." She waits.
"..." She waits some more.
"...What?" I cannot help but reply in a small voice.
"I am asking you to help, not just me, but all the gods. Including yours." She states cleary, in case I didn't understand her.
"Why me? I'm nothing special. I'm Just your run of the mill blacksmith. If you want someone to help you, you could have chosen my worlds geatest warrior type, mage type, or rogue type combatant to be your champion." I paused for a second to think. "Or ANY worlds greastest to be your champion for that matter! Why ME, specifically!?" I practically shout at her. Wait. Wait waitwaitwait whoa, whoa, lets slow down here!What kind of cliched response was that!? How could I have given that response!? Thats pretty much putting me at the front of the queue!
"You-"
"DON'T!" I interupt.
"Just don't." I said in exasperation. "Look. What is going on here? One minute I can swear properly, and speak properly. The next, I find myself being unable to say a large number of words that, at one point, were a part of my standard vocabulary. Now It's like something is choking the word as it starts to from, whether it's inside my mind or if it's on my tounge! What's going on here!?" So desperate for answers, I find myself near pleading when I stop talking.
She gives me an apologetic look proceeds to answer my questions.
"I am sorry for what we have done to bring you here, but we are all at our wits end trying to sort out this problem. You see, there is a rogue Entity out there in the multiverse, that we have trying to destroy for millenium now. But WE are bound to this universe, and cannot pass the barrier seperating us from this entity. So we send out champions to destroy this entity in our stead. Insofar, none, have succeeded. From what the other Gods have told me, they all felt there champions die."
"It's normal for some champions to die doing a quest for us really. But we have sent over TEN THOUSAND beings over there! And not one has succeeded! This is not normal. So in the end, we pooled our strength together to find out why they were all being killed off so fast. And do you know what we found?" she asked rhetorically.
"A world filled to bursting with magic. Such a world is practically leathal, poisonous even, to all our creatures." She stated strongly.
"Such a world is beyond any creature at our command. All except for one. You. Humans. You people are not naturally gifted with magical energies. Thus making your people the only choice to send to this other world."
"Hold up there!" I interupt. "Look, I understand that humans are not naturally magicaly aligned. But we have grown into this magic business these past two hundred odd years." I reply.
"True. But the other races you have been fighting and those we sent, were BORN with magic in their bodies. This trait has been with them for thousands of years. Your people have only had it for two centuries." She said.
"OK, I get that. But how is this worlds magic supply so deadly to your creatures.?" I ask, curious, despite myself.
"It falls down to two simple facts sadly. The first is that they absorb magic from the air around them. The purer the magic, the more they want to absorb. And that world, quite possibly, has the purest form of magic we have ever seen. And what's more impressive, is how the ponies there just seem to bathe in it!" She replied in awe.
Whoa. Just... Whoa. That sounds insane. Even the Gods are amazed at this world...? Wait. What? Pony?
"The second reason," she continues ignoring the confusion on my face, "is that all those we sent died the same way. 'Magic Poisoning'. The magic there was too much for them to resist. They became drunk, for lack of a better word, and kept on absorbing the ambient magic untill they died."
OK. Not liking my chances here.
"So, what made you decide to pick me then?" I cannot help but ask.
"We have seen all the humans in your world. And yes, there are many combatants that we could send, but you... you have that balance we are looking for." She states clearly.
"What balance?" I ask, once more in confusion.
"You have knowledge of the world I just told you about. You have a down to earth attitude, that we believe will keep you from the temptation to absorb to the magic that will be all around you. YOU, have self control, humility, and a downright humble attitude to everything. That is you outside of combat! When in combat however, you are ferocious, animalistic almost feral in a way, you are prcatically relentless against your foes, and can take pain like a sponge takes water. You were like that from birth! THAT is why we all believe you to be the best bet against the entity, residing in that world." She replies in a forceful tone. Seamingly trying to make me see what she sees in me.
"Holy dd... moly." I say. "Thats what you all see in me?" I asked yet again in confusion, but also in a sense of... embarassment really.
"Yes." She replies strongly.
I breathe deeply for a time in order to gather my thoughts. After taking a few minutes to go through everything she has said, I finally ask the one question that has plagued my mind since I first heard her voice.
"You mentioned the word 'pony' a few times now. I will make an educated guess and say that you want to send me, to the magical land of Equestria. The land of ponies. Yes?" I finally ask.
"Yes." she said simply.
"Oh fff...ffffff... fudge." I finish lamely. "That is really anoying, you know that?" I asked testily
"I wouldn't fucking know." She answers, rather smugly I might add.
I grind my teeth and growl in annoyance. "What the hhheee... heck is with that!? How come you can swear and I CAN'T!?" I respond angrily.
"Godlike priviledges." How was it possible for her to sound so SMUG!?
"AAAAAARRRGH!" I scream in a rage at the ABSOLUTE unfairness that was presented before me.
"Alright no need to shout." She responded in a consolitary way. "Did you not see what you did to that dragon?" She asked "Was that normal for you?"
"No. No it's not." I reply slightly sulky.
"Oh don't be such a baby about the swearing thing. All of the Divine Panthion decided to give your physical abilities a boost, so that you can handle the Entities forces in Equestria better." She said
"RIght. So i can one hit dragons. Dues this apply to my haaa... my haaaa..."I pause to think. "Do i Really have to call them hooves?" I asked in exasperation.
"Yes." She stated.
"Oh ... pooh." Sighing, I give into the inevitable.
"There now. That wasn't to hard was it?" You could hear the smile in her voice, it was that satisfied.
"Alright, so, when do we get star- WAIT! Before we go into that, what will happen to me beforehaaa... Oh come on! BeforeHOOF!?" That is getting really annoying! And I haven't even GOT there yet!
"What I mean is, will I be Human when I get there?" I finally ask.
"No. You will be transformed into a pony." She stated.
"Oh." What more can be said.
"..." She waits.
"..." She waits again.
"... Are you fine with this?" She askes a little unsure due to my lack of reaction.
"Yes. It's rather logical when you think about it. A pony will have an easier time fiting into pony society than non ponies would." I reply. "Still... I would like some time to get used to the form for when I arrive. Not just that, I would like to keep all my scars if at all possible. And I do kind of wonder though..." I ask thoughtfully.
"What?" She responds curiously.
"What is the timeline in Equestria?At what point will I introduce myself? This sort of thing may help me more easily get this quest done, and bring me that much more swiftly back home.?" Appropriate questions really. They had to be asked.
"In response to the first two questions, as near as we can tell, you will be droping in at the begining-"
"The begginging of what? Season one? Two? Three? Four? Five? Six?" I interrupt.
"Please don't do that." She asks a little annoyed at my interruption. "In answer to that, it would be the begining of Season 1. So it should be better for your infiltration into their society." She replied.
"..." I paused for a time. "Is it me, or does this feel scripted to you?" I queried.
"No." She deadpanned.
"Really?" I deadpanned
"Yes." She replied monotone.
"I've got my eye on you." I warned her.
"Ahem. Lets get back to topic shall we?" She says bringing us back to the moment. "I can give you time to adjust to your new form, but why would you want to keep your scars?" She questioned. Give her some credit, there aren't many who would pass up the chance to have their body undergo a full recovery.
"They are MY scars. They are practically medals. I could stay here, and tell you exactly when and how I recieved each one. They chronicle my entire life to date. I would lose a part of myself if they were to disappear." I repied.
"Alright, they will remain. We will only give you the body of a pony. Any preference?" She asked.
"Earth pony." Was there any doubt. I am a salt of the earth maaa... pony. I am not about to give that up for any thing.
"That was fast. You're sure about that?" She asked, one brow raised.
"Very." I monotoned.
"OK. I will warn you, this is going to hurt." She warned.
"I am currently numb to pain. Best take advantage of that before that sensation comes back."I reply. "Also, don't heal my recently aquired wounds. I want to make a convincing entry here. Also do some damage to the surroundings, to further improve my chances."
"That can be arranged." She said. She then raises her right arrr... hoof. (sigh that is gonna get old) And snapped her fingers.
How the heck do I describe this? It's kind of like an all over body sneeze, my entire body just seemed to puff up, and that was that. No, really, it lasted less than five seconds. I cannot begin to comprehend how that would have felt, if my body was not numb. When I finailly open my eyes, I find myself looking up at the Orc.
"Give yourself a minute, it'll take a some time for you to get control of your limbs." She said concerned.
"I'll take you up on that and have a quick cat nap." I then close my eyes.
*Some time later*
I open my eyes. And blink.
I groan, as the pain from the last few hours finally makes its prescence felt. Oh maaa... my god does this hurt! why can I say the word god? Do the ponies of equestria even believe in them? Well, I'll be able to confirm that when I arrive. Oh, speaking of ponies, I wonder what I look like as one?
"Ah, good. You're awake." Said a voice. Upon further reflection, I recognise the voice beloning to the Orc God.
"Yeah. That was an exerience or ten." I respond dimly.
"Well, why don't you take a look at yourself in the mirror? See if it's to your satisfaction." Quite chipper isn't she?
"Give us a second. I need my body to stop hurtin' first." I ask dryly.
Her nodding head is all I see, so I just take a few minutes to gather my strength. Once I feel that I am ready, I look down at my... hooves. My hooves. Hooves. That is going to take a fair bit to get used to. Whilst I stare at my hooves, I can't help but notice that I have dark blue, fur? Or is it a dark blue coat? Yeah it's coat. It's so dark I would call it navy blue in fact. And the hooves themselvs are a stone grey color, (a pretty nice contrast I think), that makes them stand out in a good way. Not only that, but I feel the muscles in my legs, considering that I'm a pony now, that means that I have four of them.
Alright. Time to stand up. I gather my front hooves beneath me and apply pressure to them. And slowly start to stand up, not an easy process when you sudenly find yourself with four legs and no arms. Wait, why can I say the word 'arms' now? Right, putting that aside, I am now standing on all four legs. A lot easier than I thought it was going to be, but who am I to complain. Now comes walking. Right, one hoof infront of the other, and don't tr-! I fall flat on my face. Ok. Lets let instinct guide me on this one then shall we? Once more I stand up, but this time I let my instict take control. It's slow going at first but with a few hours, or days? Who knows how long I was really here? Anyway. I am now running around, jumping kicking, or is it bucking? Whatever. I'm also punching, biting and performing various martial arts with this new body in order to commit it to memory for when I arrive in Equestria.
I do not neglect to train myself when wielding Sternguard. And I have to say that I feel Good, when wielding my hammer. Whether it is in one hoof or the other, it still feels natural.
*Some time later*
A great deal of time has passed in this magic void, but I am now full happy with this pony body of mine. I glance at the mirror, and decide that now is the time to see how I really look like. I move over to the mirror, and gaze at my new body. There before me, stands a navy blue colored, buff looking stalion, the type that would normally seen in the Guard forces of Equestria. I look At my haaa... mane and tail and see that consists of two colors. Mainly a dull steel gey color, with ice blue streaks through it. My mane is about avearge length and is styled in a sort of messy fashion. With a parting at the centre with the left parting going down over my left eye and curling under my torn left ear. Whilst the right parting rests above my right eye, sort of obscuring my burnt right ear. How is mane not damaged by the dragons fire? My tail is again average length, styled in a sort of scraggy manner with the same color scheme.
My face is strong looking, with little excess fat with light blue colored eyes. Looking under my chin, I see a small gaotee beard, the same dull steel grey color as my mane and tail. However, the thing that will draw the most attention are the scars that adorn my new body, both fresh and old. The newest scars are the 3rd degree burns that stretch from the right side of my face, reaching all the way to my right flank. They also cover the top half off my right front leg and a portion of my back. They are charcoal black with blistered red patches where the heat seared the flesh to expose the muscle underneath. Not just that, but there are a some deep slash wounds from the dragons claws, which start from my left flank travling up my back and ending on my right shoulder. None of the slash wounds are bleeding. I presume that this place stops that alongside the pain. ...Oh. That is going to screw my day up right there. As for the other scars on my body, they pretty much crisscross almost every inch of it. The only notable ones being three claw marks on the left side of my face, reaching from my left brow, crossing over my left eye and ending on my left cheek. And a ragged bite mark I got during my earlier career, on my chest.
Dang. I look terrible. Horrible. Horrific even! Only now do I realise how bad I really look. This is going to make for one heck of an introduction. Whoever I meet first will in all probability take me to hospital, and that would leave me bed ridden for a number of weeks at least. That is, after the pain knocks me out cold of course.
"HOLY! This is way worse than I thought it was!" I exclaim in horror.
"That is what I meant when I asked if you were certain about keeping your scars." She said in a molifying tone.
"Yeah, thanks for that. I am unsure how I will explain all this." I cannot really think how I will explain this to whoever I meet.
"Well, the landscape in a certain range will recieve certain damage, especially around where your body and the dragons corpse will be. So, you could say that the dragon attacked you and wouldn't listen to reason, which lead to its unfortunate demise." I hear her say.
"...?" I think to myself. "That's not a bad idea. Simple and actually true too. Still though, Will I be able to withstand the pain? I mean, in here it's sort of numb now, but when I leave will it flare up beyond my capabilities?" I am rather unsure about this, so I ask for clarification.
"When you recieved your injuries in here, you should not have been able to even think straight. They were that bad, but, you were able to withstand the pain and kill the dragon in one strike. Then you were able to hold a conversation with me, and endured a full body transformation whilst awake." God alive! I really took all that? Dang. "Whats more, you then woke up and proceeded to exercise for, in earth terms would be four weeks straight. Without rest, food or even water." She said amazed.
"Crikey. Really?" I cannot keep the shock from my voice.
"Yes really." She said.
I let out a short whistle in awe at my own accomplishment.
"Well... will I feel an increase in pain when I get to equestria? This may help push my story." I inquire.
"No, not really. But, you will feel a great degree of exhaustion when you arrive." She said.
"Huh." I pause to think a little. "Alright, I think that covers everything... Oh, one last question. How powerful am I compared to the many enemies that are already in equestria?" That fact hit me near last minute, but I kind of do want to know my limits.
She thinks for seconds before replying, "We're not really sure, but the fact that you can one hit kill a dragon, puts you in the top ten most powerful beings rankings in that world atleast."
"Hold up. Top Ten Rankings? You know the top ten most powerful beings in that world already?" Shocked at that knowledge, I cannot kee the surprise from my voice.
"Well. We did check the whole world out first before coming here. So yeah. We do have a fair grasp on the power levels in Equestria." She added.
I-I-I... words... I cannot think anymore. "Oh." Really what can I say.
"With this, everything should now be in place. Are you ready, Chapion. To stop an evil Entity from destroying one world in its evergrowing conquest?" The tone she gives, reminds me of the 'royal voice' of the many royal famalies I encoutered.
I take a moment to breathe deeply, to calm my nerves.
"Ready." I look her in the eyes to show my determination.
She smiles at me and nods, acknowledging my readiness. She then turns and opens her arms wide. Magic pools infront of her, and I see a portal expand before my eyes. It is simply a whirlpool of color, on color blending in with the next in a chaotic mess.
"When you are ready, jump in." Her head turned to me as she speaks.
I look at her and ask one last question.
"Is there a chance for me to return?" I ask simply. Kind of half expecting and half dreading.
She sighs, before answering in a soft apologetic voice.
"No. This is a permanent, one way trip. There is no coming back." she said.
A sad smile makes its way to my lips. I did kind of expect that answer afterall. Still, it would have been nice to have a way back home.
"Yeah. I kind of expected that." a small sigh escapes me, but then, I smile fiercely.
"This will be the adventure of a lifetime!" I crack the muscles in my neck, in preparation for what I am about to do. "Wish me luck Miss!" I call out in excitement. I then rear back onto my hind legs and charge the portal!
"Geronimooooo!" I cannot keep myself from calling out a childish battlecry. And plunge into Equestria.
A/N - Well, that was a marathon effort. I didn't really think that I would actually end up writing this story really. There is only one other that I am thinking of writing in the near future.
It will be a RWBY x Godzilla x King Kong crossover. These two kings will be faunus. And I may include Gamera and Mothra to make a four Kaiju team in Beacon academy. I am currently doing some research on all four of them, so I can give them adequate powers and semblances.
We wish me luck with that one. But please review the chapters for "What Just Happened?" so far and give me honest opinions on where I could improve my writing style and story telling.