You sat at the end of a table, staring at food spread out in front of you. On your plate was a salad, filled with lettuce and strips of hay. There was a mug of cider above it to the left. You notice the utensils next to your plate. No knife. No fork. Across from you is Princess Celestia, who is sipping from a mug of her own. You expect it is more cider. To your right is one of the only ponies that you have ever looked up to; your sergeant. They have been quiet the whole time, and it wasn't helping your nerves. As if on cue, the door to the room you are sitting in opens, and a waitress walked into the room, acknowledged you and the others with a nod, and filled up Celestia's cider. That was heard third mug.

"So, I assume you know why you are here?"

The princess' words broke the silence in the room. You looked down at your plate again. There was more silence. Celestia broke it again. "I'm sorry about how everything has been lately, but there is no point in trying to change the past." You notice the way she avoids saying what caused this whole mess. Celestia took another chug of her cider, finishing it all on one sip.

"Because of your service in the guard as Colonel, you have inherited a house, so you don't need to worry about finding one. We have a chariot that will bring you there soon." Even with your head looking towards your plate the whole time, you knew who that was. Your sergeant. He was the one who got to you before you life almost ended.

More silence followed. You mind was carrying many different emotions at the moment. First off, you didn't want to leave the guard. You've been in it almost your entire life, that you may as well say it is your life. Second off, you never want to be in the guard again.

Celestia interrupted his thoughts. "Colonel, I'm sorry that things turned out as they did, but lets face it. We all know that you are never going to be the same. I understand that you want to stay in the guard, but it just won't work anymore. It's time that you settled down and lived life like it should be; with peace and harmony. Not in military service." You replied by hanging your head. No matter how much he had argued at first, she proved a point. You never would be the same again.

You went to your barracks for the last time. You were told to get all of your valuables and such, put it in some carts, and get to the chariot as soon as possible. Your barracks were never regal or whatever. There was a cot, a bathroom, and a table to eat at. You got the latter along with your rank of Colonel.

You walked over to the mirror to see how you looked. You were heading to a new home, and you wanted to make sure you didn't look like crap. When you see your refection, you notice how crappy you look. You white coat has dirt and mud all over it, and your face still gave you a reminder of how depressed you were when you were 'honorably discharged.' Because of that, you would never complete your dream; to get the Medal of Honor.

Ever since you were born you wanted it. Your dad always talked about how when his father was in service, he had gotten one. Eventually, your dad got one, too, but never saw it with his own eyes. He died in combat after saving his squad from certain death by ordering his stallions to run while he distracted the charging enemies. When the stallions got back, they told their leaders, who quickly had a Medal of Honor Ceremony for your dad. The ceremonies were very different when the recipient wasn't there. Your mom got the medal, and wears it to this day in honor of him.

But none of that can happen now. You have just been 'honorably discharged' from the guard, making your goal now impossible to get. When the news was broken to you, you just went to your quarters and wept all night.

But even so, there were more important things at the moment. You had to fix yourself up. First you went to take a shower in the barrack showers. No one else was there, and you quickly washed up and came back. Once there, you had a look at your mane. Yours was blue, and long enough to get to your nose when it was straight and wet. You shook your body to dry off, not caring about the water that got all over your cot, seeing as you would never use it again. You used your horn to fix your hair a bit, even though you never really cared yourself. Once done, you got all of your belongings, mustered all of your strength, and began trotting towards your chariot.

It was a short trot, and you carried behind you one cart that had every last valuable you had ever had. When you got to your chariot, you saw Princess Celestia waiting for you herself. She nodded at your arrival, and you returned the gesture. You had cooled down on your trot, and lost all anger and such for the princess who made the decision that had ruined your dream. "What are you doing here, Princess?"

"Paying you my farewells. Why else?"

You walk into the chariot, using your magic to bring in your cart. When you get comfortable, you look back at Celestia. "I also wanted to give you some tips on your first visit to Ponyville. As you already know, Ponyville isn't like your average settlements. First off, when you land, I can almost guarantee a pink pony will ask who you are and if you would like a party in honor of your new home. Just agree. If not, she will go into a mental breakdown, and then stalk you until you agree with her. If you try to hide, she will find you."

Confused at this you say, "How?"

"She just will. I don't even know how. So after that, your house is near a giant tree library. Inside of it lives my protege student, Twilight Sparkle. I have already informed her on you coming and she offered to help you around town. She is the town librarian, and very smart. If you have any questions, she would be the one to ask."

You nod at all of this, listening carefully.

Celestia continued. "Well, I have to get going, and so do you. The ride may take a day or two, so I recommend you get in a good moos. bad impressions are never good, and as a former guard, you know that."

You roll your eyes when she references you 'being' a guard, and then thank her for her knowledge. She gives her farewells and trotted away. You feel the chariot you are in rise, and you close your eyes as you take flight. You close your eyes, and await to be awakened in your new home.

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I may need one sooner or later, especcialy when I get into writing in slang.
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