[Two Days Later]

I didn’t feel like recording yesterday’s events, even though I got back into my regular body. I’m pretty sure AJ loves me for who I am, considering that she hugged me (Strange as fuck, but whatever) for a long bloody time. I also got a mild headache from Zecora, because of all the bloody rhyming that she did. I wondered what the hell was wrong with her voice to make her do that.

“Dude, stop dreaming about being on a gun range; Princess Luna wants to talk with you.” Timeithian said while I was dreaming. I sighed and put down the M60 I had, preparing for the real thing.

“Yes, Princess?” I asked, turning around. Unlike Celestia, Luna had a dark blue coat and a mane that moved also, but instead of Celestia’s rainbow-like colors, hers looked like the night sky. I stood respectfully to her, since she hasn’t done anything to make me hate her yet.

“GREETINGS, HUMAN.” She said in an insanely loud voice.

‘Caps lock much?’ I thought, wiping a little blood out of my left ear.

“Luna, we’ve talked about the Royal Voice.” Timeithian said, walking up next to her. He was slightly larger than Luna (Shut up, perverts) with a jet black color on the top of his mane and blood red on the bottom, and his coat was blood red. Luna looked down a little in shame and embarrassment.

“Well, I finally get to see the dude who brought me here.” I said, crossing my arms. “And Princess Luna; I’ve heard about you through this bloke. So far I like you, since you haven’t tried to kill me on sight.” I added, nodding to her. Luna smiled at me a little, and looked at Timeithian.

“Well, ‘this bloke’ would rather be called Red Dawn, mostly because that’s what I’m known as in Ponyville. Except for my closer friends, and everypony knows that I’m an Alicorn anyway, so eh.” Timeithian, or Red Dawn, said, shrugging a little.

‘The fuck? How can a horse, or a pony, shrug?’ I thought, but hid my bewilderment.

“Alright. I take it you want me to give you a bloody good reason to let me live?” I asked Luna, looking at her.

“Yes, I do.” She said, nodding.

“Alright. Well, I’m not like most humans, for one.” I replied. 'At least, most humans I've met...'

“Explain.” Luna ordered.

“First off, when I was first threatened by your sister, I could have just shot her. Don’t know if it would’ve done anything, but I could have. Also, I did not harm Twilight at all, even though I could have really taken her as a hostage when I ran into the forest.” I explained.

“That is true.” Dawn said, nodding. “I was watching him the entire time.”

“That’s creepy.” I said, before continuing. “Third, I could have murdered the Apple family that lived on Sweet Apple Acres, or leeched off of their hospitality instead of helping them ‘buck’ apples.” Luna looked halfway convinced by now.

“And, I had nothing back home except for a brother and a mother, father left when I was ten, mum has cancer, and my brother’s old enough to take care of himself.” I said, blinking back a single tear. “I may be a soldier, but my main mission is to protect, not kill. All I had for a weapon was usually my M1911.”

“What is this, M1911?” Luna asked, raising an eyebrow.

“…Can I hurt anyone in this dream?” I asked.

“No. It is simply a dream.” Dawn said.

“Good.” I simply replied, before thinking of my pistol, aimed it at Dawn, and squeezed the trigger, creating a two inch hole in his face.

“…Bloody humans…” Dawn sighed, the hole disappearing and he shook his head.

“You said it wouldn’t hurt. Anyway, Luna; this is a 1911. Designed for personal protection against other hostile humans or wildlife.” I explained, making it disappear. Luna flinched at the gunfire, but nodded, probably curious at the pistol.

“Luna, at least help me keep him alive until after Cadence’s wedding. He’s my security detail, if nothing else, to protect the guests.” Dawn pleaded, looking at Luna. I looked at her too, and smiled a little when she sighed and nodded.

“…Alright, human. I guess I’ll side with you and Dawn. Mostly because we’re under threat from the Changelings.” Luna said after a moment.

“Thank you, Princess.” I said, getting on one knee and bowing a little. “Just know one thing; I do not serve Royalty, because I am a free man, and my country of origin has no Royal Family." I grinned, getting back up. “I’m doing this because Dawny here asked me to, and is giving me a toy for doing it.”

“That the ‘toy’ you’re talking about?” Dawn asked as Luna disappeared, pointing a hoof at the M60 I placed on the only table in the room.

“Yes, this is the M60. Since you said you’d give me a weapon, I want this, a backpack, and ten magazines for this, two or three ammunition bags of armor piercing ammunition.” I explained, picking it back up with a small grunt.

“I’ll have it next to you in the morning. Very kind of Applejack to force you to sleep with her.” He said with a shit-eating grin. I rolled my eyes at him.

“So, what exactly do Changelings look like?” I asked, changing the subject as I felt my face heating up.

“They look like ponies, but instead of coats they have black shells, holes in their legs, small horns on their heads, and insect-like wings. Their eyes glow blue for the most part, but higher ranking ones have green eyes and pupils. If you happen to see her, the Changeling Queen has what looks like a mushroom crown and a moss-like mane.” Dawn described, also giving me a mental image.

“…Just how thick is this shell of theirs?” I asked.

“Thick enough to where a buck won’t kill them if hit in the face.” He replied.

“Alright, I think my bullets will be able to pierce their armor. Also, could I have some sort of blunt object?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“You’ll have your weapons in the morning. Now, I bid thee adieu.”

“Before you leave, could I ask you a few questions?” I asked.

“…Fine, but make them quick. Although I have no royal duties, mostly, I do run on a tight schedule.”

“Alright. How similar is this world compared to mine?” I asked, getting straight to the point.

"If you're asking about languages, it's the same."

"How so?"

“Well, you’ll still be able to understand the language. When dealing with ponies or other sentient beings, everyone uses ‘Equestrian’ or English.”

“Kinda like with my world, except we still use translators if we have Prisoners of War, for example.”

“Would you like to know anything else? Or can I leave you to yourself?”

“Two things, same subject. Why in the bloody hell do you use everypony when talking about just ponies?”

“Old bloody habit. And I live with ponies. But when I go out into other countries or talk to other races, I use everyone and the like.”

“Do I have to use your bloody language?”

“As in ‘buck’ instead of fuck? Hell no, that’s entirely your choice.”

“Well, that brings a whole new meaning to Applebucking…” I muttered, getting a grin from Dawn.

“I said the same thing to Applejack. She blushed extremely hard, muttered something and ran off the first time I mentioned it. Well, I really must be going now, and you won’t really need Celestia’s apology now, since me and Luna are siding with you. See you at the wedding.” He said and faded, leaving me to my own devices.

This is like a journal of Mark's.