Disclaimer:

I do not own ponies, My Little Pony, My Little Pony: Friendship is magic is owned by Studio B Productions, Hasbro, The Hub, Lauren Faust and anyone else who I forgot to mention, I am super duper ooper sorry for any inconveniences caused.

A/N: Now the long awaited Jabbing Point 2.0, this is a fully revamped version that give a better personality to all my characters, and a bit of plot change as well... Sorry it took so long, I didn't realize how long it would take to rewrite something.

Now… ON WITH THE STORY!!!

Part 1
¿Hablas español?

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“Please don’t go Daddy.” I begged to daddy.

Daddy knelt down to me with his bag on his back, “I’m sorry son, but it has to happen.” Daddy held me with his free arm as I cried into his shoulder in the doorway of the house. “This country needs protectors, and they happened to have chose me, if I had a choice I would stay with you and your mother.” Daddy stood up and said his final goodbyes to mummy and me. Daddy turned and left.

Daddy got to the gate when I ran after him, but I tripped on the concrete and fell.

“STEVEN!” Mummy called out from behind me, I fell through the world hearing Mummy’s echoing voice surrounding me. I then saw four figures, I couldn’t make it out what they were but they felt important. They started to shine, and was bright. I shielded my eyes.

“STEEVEEN!” Mum called again, louder this time, I fell faster and faster, then… everything went black.

“Steven! You’ll be late for school!” Mum called from the first floor.

I slowly came to my senses “Faiv moar minnets!” I lazily called back to her, clearly unachieved the ability for coherent speech.

“Come on Steve, Out now!” She argued. I grunted, but still I groggily sat up on my bed. I looked at my bedside clock.

I lit up when I saw the date, “Hey mum!”

“Hey son!” She called back.

“It’s Dad’s birthday tomorrow!” This got me up, Dad always made sure to be home for his birthday, it’s his greatest gift he could have, seeing mum and I on his birthday.

“I know Steve, but you still have to go to school, come down and have your breakfast and get ready!” She called back. I slid out of bed, I had a slight headache but that was not uncommon. I just had trouble finding out why I kept having what happened ten years ago as my dream, but what was strange were the four figures that kept appearing in the dreams before I woke. The more sense I tried to pull out of it the more my head hurt. Meh, I had better things to do then fuss over a silly dream.

My room was nothing special; it was small but big enough for me. The bed was just underneath the window. The window had a nice view of my nothing backyard. I don’t really have a backyard, but I digress. Right beside my bed in the wall was my wardrobe. Beside that was a dresser with a mirror on it. And underneath layers upon layers of clutter, was a nice shag carpet. Then on the wall opposite my window was the door, then it sort of just squares out again.

I stood up, and made my way over to my mirror. On the dresser was a picture, it was just me 10 years ago and Dad, before he left... Mum took that photo for me, I didn't care about the background or what I was wearing, this still was the best photo ever.

I put the picture down, I didn't realize I was holding it. I turned my head to look at the mirror. It was quite a sight, I never wore a shirt to bed, but that wasn’t strange, I looked into the reflection and there was me staring back at me, I looked stronger than normal. My abs were more pronounced, my arm muscles were more noticeable. I decided to test this body out, I flexed my arms and a tingling sensation crept from the small muscular patterns in my biceps and from my spine. Hmm… Is this normal for puberty?, I laughed at my stereotypical mind, it sounded like one of those stupid educational videos:

“My body is getting bigger, and I now have a strange fascination with the female reproductive organ… What does it all mean?”

“Well Jimmy, I am going to say a whole bunch of random crap about the growing adolescent body, that isn’t really necessary, but it still beats actually learning something during class. Isn’t that right kido!”

“Yeah! But I’m still wandering why am I like this?”

“Ha Ha! Oh, Jimmy, to some it up in 4 words: “Puberty you daft twit!”

Well, according to the actual video, this kind of muscular build is common among young adults aged 15. I sighed. I guess this whole ordeal got me- No… That was there all morning.

“Hey mum! Is my shirt ironed?” I called out to her as I turned away from the mirror to get my pants.

“Hey Magnet! You still writing in that journal?” The army soldier called to his fellow soldier who was writing in his journal.

“Gees. Yeah Shadow.” Magnet called back to Shadow’s sudden call turning to his journal, "Ya, smudged it." he complained.

Shadow shrugged, "So what do you think this 'new top secret mission' is?" Shadow asked his roommate.

"I'd tell you, but then I'd have to kill you." Magnet simply said then paused looking towards Shadow, "Nah, I wouldn't have a clue mate."

"Bugger." Shadow climbed onto his bed and kicked off his combat boots; he closed his eyes and smiled. Magnet turned back to his journal and kept writing. After a bit Shadow let out a sigh and a small laugh.

"What's so funny?" Magnet called over to him, "You excited for tomorrow mate?"

"Huh? Umn-yeah. You should see how big my boy's getting!" Shadow exclaimed.

"Yeah, how old is he now? 13?"

Shadow shook his head, "15." He said back, "I'm going to use all my leave to spend time with my family, I have like... What... A month or so?"

"Have you told the General yet?"

"Yeah, just did." He said.

"Wow, I wonde-" Magnet began to say before he got interrupted by the loud speaker.

"ATTENTION ALL SOLDIERS, ENEMY TRANSPORT SHIPS COMING IN OFF THE WEST COAST! TO YOUR BATTLE STATIONS!"

“So what have you got on today?” Mum asked during the car ride to school.

I saw this as an opportunity to show off my Spanish, so I cleared my throat and said, “Hoy tengo las clases de español, ingles y matemáticas pero yo no me gusta mi español porque soy no muy bueno.”

Mum laughed, “Si, muy bueno mi hijo, pero repite en ingles por favor porque yo no hablo español.” She finished and we both laughed a little then she said, “Estamos aquí.”

Speaking in Spanish to mum is loads of good fun, “¡Gracias mi madre, hasta la tarde!” I said to her giving a good-bye kiss on her cheek and grabbed for my bag.

“¡Hasta la tarde!” She said back, I stepped out of the car and then she drove off. I started walking towards the main school building. I have always thought of Spanish as my favourite subject, mostly because my other teachers are annoying that and Samantha and I were in the same Spanish class. Let’s see, there is: my OCD English teacher, my loud maths teacher, my mean art teacher, my annoyingly persistent IT teacher and my awesome Spanish teacher. That’s about it… aside from the bitchy principal… She’s just plain bitchy for no reason, and if there isn’t a reason? There is always a reason.

“Hey Steve!” My friend called from out to the side of me, I turned my head with a smile and kept walking, but slow enough so she can catch up.

“Hey Samantha!” I called back. Samantha has been my best friend since we met in grade one; we have stuck by each other’s side since we became friends.

“So who do you have first? Mr. Loud or Miss Ohsea-Dee?.” Samantha and I called our teachers by their traits, there is: Miss Ohsea-dee, My OCD English teacher, Mr. Loud, My maths teacher, Mrs. Mean, My art teacher, Mrs. Bee-Chi, The principal, Mr. Persistant, My IT teacher and Siñor Sobrecogedor (Awesome in Spanish) my Spanish teacher.

“Ugh, I have Mr. Loud, up first. Then I have Miss Ohsea-dee, then finally I have Siñor Awesome.” I sighed.

“Oh, I feel for ya Steve.” She put her arm around my shoulders and I felt her arm on my nape (the nape is a fancy word for the back of the neck, In case you’re wondering), but that wasn’t all. It felt as if something was entering my nape from there, a sensation I couldn’t describe, but it was something. Then I felt… What… Compassion? Empathy? I new somehow that she was feeling that for me. I turned my head toward her yet I kept my cool.

“Aww. Shucks…”

Five ponies gathered outside the door to the giant tree the served as Ponyville’s library, a small light was seen through the window, “Twi’ we’re here!” Said an orange workhorse as she knocked on the library door then adjusted her hat to better show her face. The door shimmered purple and swung open. An exhausted lavender unicorn stood in view. The mare’s mane was disheveled and her coat looked shaggy.

“Good heavens, darling, what ever is the matter?” Exclaimed a white unicorn as she rushed forward to comfort the lavender mare. The others followed suit, rushing in to comfort the mare in distress.

“Oh my, Twilight?” Asked the shy yellow Pegasus as she rushed over to help her friend.

“I’m f-fine. Ughd… Sp-pike?” The exhausted lavender mare called for her baby dragon assistant.

“Yes Twilight?” The small purple dragon came into view from the top of the stairs.

“T-tell them ab-bout, th- lettr.” Twilight told her assistant.

“Oh right! Princess Celestia, sent Twilight a letter, pretty standard stuff, I belch up a letter, tell Twilight, and she reads it. But the problem was that it was also written by Princess Luna-“

“Princess Luna?!” Exclaimed a cyan coloured Pegasus mare with a rainbow coloured mane, “What did she do?”

“Nothing Dash! They just asked Twilight for an important favor…” Defended the purple dragon.

“Thanks sp-pike.” The lavender unicorn, feeling a bit better from the comforting her friends were giving to her, “The princesses as-asked me to master a s-self trans-sformation spell, that’s it. It’s just taking m-more out of me than I had im-magined.”

“A transformation spell? Now whah in'tha hay would the princesses ask y'all to do that?” Asked the orange hat wearing horse. (And if you don't know who I'm referencing, who blames you really?)

“I don’t kn-know Applejack. The lett-r said something about retrieving som-something, and to go to her, on-once I had perfected the sp-pell.”

“Whoa, What would the princess need that you perfect that spell? OOH! Is it a surprise party? Are you going to disguise as the cake? That would be so cool- WAIT… Maybe you can turn into the streamers! And hang yourself around the room! Then you can shift into a firework and shoot into the sky and EXPLODE!!” The hyper energetic pink party pony exclaimed jumping into the air, and then flailing her arms about as she finishes, “And then explode AGAIN!” She crashed to the floor while giggling like a mad pony.

“I d-don’t think so Pinkie.” Twilight then laughed, musing over the thought, “But th-that does sound like f-fun.” The pink pony’s laughter was really contagious, “Though, I-I’m not so sure ab-bout the exploding bit.”

The 6 friends fell quiet for a bit before the shy yellow one’s curiosity got the best of her, “So umm… Twilight?”

“Yes Fluttershy?”

“What do they want you to, uhh… turn into?”

“Steven? I know that English is the best subject in the world but…” Miss “Ohsea-dee” Lawson said, “Surely you must find lunch to be more fun.”

“Of course Miss Lawson, but I really need to finish off Mr. Ludmasky’s (Pronounced: Lod-Ma-Skee) math work.” I lied, I hated lunch, not because I get to go outside, eat, have fun, and spend time with Samantha, it’s because of a different reason and person entirely.

“Well go on, enough math, especially in my class room. The irony of it all is too much. Go on, young boys need their exercise.”

I sighed, defeated. “Fiinnneeee…”I packed up my gear and headed out the door, awaiting the imminent meeting with, him.

Disclaimer:

I do not own ponies, My Little Pony, My Little Pony: Friendship is magic is owned by Studio B Productions, Hasbro, The Hub, Lauren Faust and anyone else who I forgot to mention, I am super duper ooper sorry for any inconveniences caused.

Now… ON WITH THE STORY!!!

Part 2
Fatherly Ties

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I left the classroom and I had my bag on my back. I looked at my surroundings. It was already five minutes into break and the kids were everywhere, mostly the younger kids… I sighed at the memory of those carefree grade 3 days, not having worries about school work or the severe lack thereof… Year 10 is great but ever since Year 8 I have dreaded going to a school where being smart gets you punished.

Not by the teachers of course, but by those who fall behind.

“Hey Bozo!” Francis called out behind me… Prime example… I instantly had the urge to drop my bag and jump into the bushes beside me, even if there weren’t any bushes there, Heck I wouldn’t mind if there were a wall in the way. I had four options. One, Dive out of the way. Two, Run the hell away. Three, stay and fight or four just accept that I am doomed, get the shit beat out of me, and probably get my lunch stolen. The forth option seemed appropriate so I stopped walking and sighed.

“Hello Francis and-” I stopped for a brief moment as his posse of fckwads ran through my mind, “-gang.” I decided not to call them ‘fckwads’ incase the situation got even worse… But it is a long time coming. I turned around and they still had some distance before they reached me, I used this time to take out my sandwich and drink. “Not much today lads, just-“ I paused and considered my answer, sulfuric acid and a ‘ghost pepper’ sandwich “-orange juice and a vegemite sandwich.” I thought it would be a bit cruel to lie about the contents of my lunch. That may give them more reason to harass me.

“Aww bugger… Just cut to the chase ay?” One of his goons said as he snatched my drink and guzzled it down.

“Hoo hoo what’s the occasion bub?” Asked the other.

“Well it’s my father’s birthday tomorrow and I’d really like to cut the crap and get to the chase without any sort of one-way banter, name calling or any shit like that.” I replied blatantly, “So I don’t want to waste any time with back chatter or pointless fighting so if you’d like to get on with it so we can be on our separate ways because unlike some people I have a nice girl waiting for me.” It felt weird to think of Samantha like that but it was true, she is a girl and she it waiting for me.

“Wha ho, Our little victim has grown some balls ay? Thinking that an imaginary girlfriend is going to stop us from beating him to shit-“ Francis joked with his gang before I interrupted him.

“I never said that she was imaginary, but I don’t think that giving out her name to you would best suit her, giving you another target is just be what you would want.” It felt weird speaking as I was, just saying what fist comes to mind, but I knew that it would yield to unfortunate sequence of events. “And I have just grown tired, now if you please get on with it already, I’d hate to keep her waiting.” I then put my bag down out of the way and looked towards them. A sense of foreboding washed over me as I realized just how close they actually are. I stepped back once and used my index finger to draw an imaginary circle on my shirt, “Fire when ready.”

They smiled. I flinched.

"Shadow! Where the fuck are you going?!" Magnet called out to his brother-in-arms whilst he ran after him.

"These are early Empire Sea Transports!" Shadow called back, not slowing down for his friend.

"So?! The battle is over there!" Magnet saw that Shadow dived into a trench, Magnet followed suit almost falling on top of Shadow, "Why are we out here?" Magnet quickly asked between breaths.

"Early Empire Sea Transports, are quick and agile while on water... But have one flaw." Shadow explained.

"And that is?" Magnet questioned.

Shadow stood up and yelled, "THEY HAVE NO SIDE DEFENSES!" then cracked a manic laugh as he open fire on the defenseless transport ships.

Magnet stood up a while later and chuckled to himself, "You strategic bastard..."

Bark bark bark! A volley of hound barks could be heard over the gunfire, Magnet noticed this, "Shit, war hounds! I'll keep your back man!" He turned from the main site and focused on the advancing attack dogs. The two soldiers fought valiantly against the invading force, until a sneaky dog got in a blind spot of magnet and struck him.

"AGH! SHIT SHAD-" Before he could finish his name the dog was already shot down, "Uhd, thanks man."

"No problem, I'm glad to- Hck!" A stray dog jumped on the unsuspecting soldier.

"Shadow!" Magnet reached for his side arm, pulled it out and shot the war dog, but the deed was already done. Magnet ran down to the fallen hero, "Shit! NO!" Magnet checked his wounds, they were on his neck, he wanted to help him but blood was already seeping out of them.

He’d lost him.

"SHADOW! DAVID... NOOO!"

Harsh coughing erupted through the royal halls, followed by harsh breathing.

"Prince David... Neigh... It happened to fast... NEIGH, DAVID! Don't Leave Us!... Steven we- I am not ready... Please don't leave me, not like this... Not like this..."

The sound of soft sobs could be heard.

She’d lost him.

“Alright girls, I think I’m ready.” The lavender magician pony, as she closed her book, ready and eager to try again.

“How long d’you think yer gonna have tah stay at the castle?” Asked the orange farmer pony, as they rose from sitting on the library floor.

“I’m not sure, the princess said that I may have to stay for a while.” Twilight explained.

“So, What was it the princess wanted you to snatch up for them?” Asked the cyan athlete pony.

“I can’t be precisely sure, the letter said nothing more than “Hue-mane” I think.” Twilight mused.

“Is that some sort of creature?” Asked the vet Pegasus pony.

“I’m fairly sure it’s a creature, she wants me to turn into one, so I can be sure that it can live and such.” Said the magician.

“What does it look like, I would love to get measurements for it.” Asked the fashionista pony.

“I guess we’ll find out.” The magician said, “You might want to take cover.”

“Already ahead of you Captain Twilight!” The party pony yelled, and before the magician could object the party pony grabbed an army helmet out of mid air and had green and brown paint on her face, “TAKE CUVAH!” She then pulled an entire mini bomb shelter out of the library closet and slammed it onto the ground. Before any of the other ponies could object Pinkie already shoved them into it. “Ready when you are, SIR!”

“What- uhd- never mind.” Twilight said, completely stumped that the party pony managed to fabricate a helmet, paint, and an entire bomb shelter out of nothing, “Well, here goes nothing.”

Her horn lit up as she focused her magic into the spell, the magic encompassed her within minutes. The five watching ponies could only see a white and purple ball about Twilight’s size, then after a short while the ball molded shape and grew oval shaped as it floated off the ground, the oval grew to about two regular pony sizes in height, but remained about the same width, then the orb slowly dissipated, until it completely vanished.

The new figure stood about twice as high as a normal pony, Twilight’s new form took hold.

The fashionista gasped, “Twilight dahling! What happened?” The five ponies filed out of the bunker one by one and took in Twilight’s new form. It was a tall bipedal creature; it stood with it’s back facing straight up. It had a shorter neck and longer legs with strange flat feet and five little stubs coming out of the front of each foot. Its forelegs went longer and thinner, and on the end of the forelegs there were strange looking paws with long fingers out the front, and just underneath her neck were two lump-like objects. But most of all, her fur was no more and her tail was gone. In fact the only two similar things that she had that the ponies were able to recognize her was her hair; it was on the top of her head, and it went down to the end of her neck, is was dark purple in colour and had a violet and pink stripe and the other similar appearance were her eyes; they were purple.

“I th- I think it worked~” She collapsed out of exhaustion.

I painfully dragged my bag behind me as I limped to where Samantha and I hung out, it was a peaceful place at the school, it was around the edge of the sports oval and it was covered in bushes, so no one could intrude.

I made my way to the split in the bush. I decided to do the dramatic entrance, so I chucked my bag in, waited for a bit, then turned around and fell backwards into the hideout.

“My god, Steve! What happened?” She said with urgency.

“I had a meeting…” I mumbled.

"Meeting? About what?" She asked with urgent concern.

"Oh y'know, the stock market, Aussie Rules, The Government... Casual things like that..." I said nonchalantly.

"Really?" She asked, looking to me dead in the eyes.

"Probably not, I can't remember the exact focus of the meeting... I think it had something to do with my lunch..." I mused.

"So, you got out of your class, and tried to make your way here, but got stopped by Francis and he stole your lunch... Again?" I've always wondered just exactly how she did that.

"More or less." I said.

"So you haven't eaten anything yet?"

"More or less." I repeated.

"Oh Steven, ¿Qué voy a hacer contigo? (For the non-Spanish speakers here: "What am I going to do with you?"

"Yo no sé..." ("I don't know")

I didn't notice before now but she was sitting cross legged and had placed my head in her lap. She was running her fingers through my hair as she sung a song her mother used to sing to her:

(No English translation for you... Figure it out ;D )

She kept humming the tune as I looked up into her eyes, and man, such a picturesque moment, the bushes above her head were only letting through a little sunlight as she looked down at me. Her hair had that soft glowing effect around the edges when light hits it just right so that I could just see her face. And to tell you the truth, her face was all I wanted to see.

I lifted my right hand up and put it on her cheek, and said, "You have a wonderful singing voice."

She blushed, I have never actually seen her blush before, and to tell you the truth, I was missing out. "Aww shucks." She said. I still kept my hand on her cheek.

"Come on, you can do it... Just say it!" I heard, well sort of heard, I couldn't really explain how I heard it, It was Samantha's voice, but her mouth didn't move. I didn't use my ears to hear that either, I guess I just... Felt it.

"Say what?" I asked.

"Hmm?" She hummed in a questioning matter.

"Oh nothing."

"Okay...", She sighed, "Go on, Steve, say it... I. Love. You. Full stop. End of story. Come on already! This is the perfect chance!" I heard again... Wait a minute... 'Go on Steve Say it?' Was she... Thinking that? I might as well follow it.

"Hey Samantha..." I began.

"Yes?" She smiled at me, "This is it, he is going to say it! He really is-"

BBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!

"GOD FUC K I N G d a m n i t.." She winced as she thought of that. I took my hand off her face and her thoughts drifted away.

"MAN! What a mood killer!" I said.

"You're telling me." She replied forlornly. We got up and made our way out of the bush that we called our hide-out. I grabbed my bag, brushed it off and put it on my back. I climbed out of the bushes and saw her already standing there,

"I suppose we should get to Spanish, ay?" I suggested.

"I suppose." She seemed completely out of energy and happiness. She kept her eyes down and a frown on her face. I couldn't see her like that, so I decided to continue.

I turned to her and she turned to me, "We have Mr. Zambrano now don't we." She asked.

"I suppose... Samantha?" I said.

"Hmm?" She looked at me. I stepped forward and hugged her. Catching her completely off-guard

"I love you." I whispered into her ear in a sing song voice. I then broke the embrace and turned towards Siñor Sobrecogedor's room and ran, "Beat you there!" I yelled back to her.

"A-As IF!" She yelled back, clearly having lifted her spirits.

"Urgh... Where am I?" She asked into the darkness.

"Yer still at home Twi'." Somebody called back to her. Then Twilight looked down along her new body.

"ARGH! WHAT AM I?!" She called out, then she tried to move, but she couldn't exactly, there were ropes stopping her from moving above a squirm.

"Easy there sugar-cube, you turned yerself into a... Hue-mane I think it was." The cowpony said back to her. Twilight tried to remember what happened.

"Oh... Where are the others?" The newly formed human asked.

"Well... Rarity took some measurements of you and is trying to make you some clothes, y'know since yer furless and all. Fluttershy is down in th' kitchen making you some breakfast. While RD went with Pinkie to go and git you something sweet to eat for after. An' ah'm here making sure you don't hurt yerself."

"Oh, OK, am I aloud to get up for a stretch AppleJack?"

"Ah suppose... Long as you don't hurt yerself." The workhorse went down to loosen the ropes that bound the new human.

"Were the ropes really necessary?" The farmer blushed a bit.

"Kindah, Ah mean, if yer motor controls were not working properly an' you started lashin' about or somthin'" She laughed slightly.

"That's... Understandable..." The human said. The binds on her arm were taken off and she lifted it to her face for examination, "Interesting... One, two, three, four straight ones on the top part of the paw, and one disfigured looking one out to the side... wait... Lyra told me about this... what did she call it? A hand?" The last of the binds fell slack and she sat up on the bed, she was surprised at how close the bed was to the floor.

"Breakfast!" A quieted call sounded from the door of the room. Applejack moved towards the door, but it shimmered purple and opened before she could.

Twilight masta' opened it... wait, she doesn't have a horn! Applejack thought, she then turned to the human and simply asked, "How'd you do that?"

The human looked shocked, "I-I don't know, I just... I guess I just..." She inspected her hands, flipping them upside down, clenching and unclenching them, "I don't know."

"A-am I interrupting?" Asked the yellow pegasus.

The human's stomach reacted before she could, "RRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrr"

"Ah-he, I think I might like some breakfast." The human chuckled.

Ding!

"Holdonaminute!" Shadow's wife called from inside the house. So he did, he waited for her to open the door.

The door lock clicked and the knob shook slightly. "Honey! You're home e-... Oh... Oh no." She said, he could see the realization and sadness strike her features.

"I'm sorry Ms. Greys." Magnet apologized, "David didn't make it..." She looked away from the door, and motioned him inside.

"W-would you like some coffee?" She asked, still not looking at him, "Mister..."

"Andrews, Sargent John "Magnet" Andrews..." He introduced himself to her and answered, "And yes, I'd love a cup of coffee, just black please."

She made and handed him the coffee, whilst pouring a glass for herself. She sat down and was quiet for a bit until she finally asked, "When will we have to..." She couldn't continue, but Magnet knew the question she was asking.

"Nerang Memorial Graveyard, the one out in front of the 'Metricon' stadium. Tomorrow, 12 pm. I'm really sorry, but I need to be going. I need to prepare for the salute." With that he finished his coffee, stood up and began for the door, but was interrupted by Ms. Greys.

"Wait... Umm... How did he die?" She inquired.

"He... Well... He didn't suffer... That's all I prefer to say now... Good night Ms. Greys. Oh and pass my apology on to, uhd..." He racked his mind for his name, "Sven."

"Steven, and I'll... be sure of it." She closed the door. Her thoughts could not sway from one fact, her husband is gone, but she wasn't worried about that... She was more worried about one thing...

She was next.

Boring Disclaimer Thingy:

I do not own ponies, My Little Pony, My Little Pony: Friendship is magic is owned by Studio B Productions, Hasbro, The Hub, Lauren Faust and anyone else who I forgot to mention, I am super duper ooper sorry for any inconveniences caused.

Now… ON WITH THE STORY!!!

Part 3:
They are connected...

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"Do you really have to go dad?" I asked him as he made for the door.

"Yes... I need to Steve..." He turned to face me. I walked up to him, trying to keep a strong face.

"W-Why?" I asked him, "What if you don't come back?"

He sighed, "Tell you what..." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a chain with two metal plates fixed to it, "... These are supposed to be destroyed today, so I can get new tags, buuut..." He grabbed my hand and squeezed it in a way so that it just opened; he put his old dog tags in my hand and closed it. "I want you to hold on to these, if you still have them by the time I get back, I'll let you play Gilda. I promise…" Gilda was Dad's first guitar when he was young. To be able to play that would be an honor.

I looked up to him and smiled, he looked at me and stepped back. "PRIVATE! A-TEN-SHUN" He said just bellow a yell.

"SIR!" I joined in.

"A Mission has been presented, do you accept?"

"Yes sir!" I feigned a salute and had a silly grin on my face. The he hugged me with his free arm and left out the door across the front yard. I looked in my hand and saw the tags, 'Lieutenant David "Shadow" Greys...'. I looked up and the figure that was my dad got further and further away, then the four figures stood in view on the front lawn... They were more noticeable now, there was a hawk looking thing, a zebra, a gray pony looking thing and a blue pony... looking... thing with a spike out of it's head.

Above them, however, was another pony-looking thing, it had wings. The blinding light behind it silhouetted it. So I didn't get much of it, but it had curvy like hair... Then it hit me... Hard...

I woke up with a start, as what you would normally do if you were about to be smashed by something, I groaned as I drew my hand up to my face. Something was different. I groggily turned my head to my clock…

The grogginess from last night vaporized completely as my thoughts instantly turned to DAD!. Then my thoughts turned to a slight concern, the kind you get where something important is not where it’s supposed to be, because I realized what was so different… This morning lacked the smooth deep texture of my dad’s voice, Goodly morning to you, goodly morning to you. Goodly morning dear Steven, Goodly morning to you.

My back felt as if it turned into gray stone. Then I noticed that something was very, very wrong.

"It is time to find the bearers for your magic..."

"How will we know who gets what?"

"The Elements will choose the bearers, you just have to find them."

"Where are they?"

"Your senses will tell you, now, make haste... We cannot last much longer without him."

"We are ready." With that the spirit took form, and left it's domain.

The orange pony, the yellow pony and the human sat at the table. The ponies were sitting normally while the human decided to sit with her legs crossed, which was a mistake. The human was happily munching on a carrot stick with her eyes closed, experimenting with the different ways she could use her changed jaw.

The shy yellow pony faced away from the human as her cheek line turned red, the human, of course, couldn’t see. The workhorse was eating a piece of lettuce when she gazed across to the human, more importantly, how she was sitting. The cowpony almost choked on her food when she looked at the lower part of the human’s body. The yellow pony was quite used to strange animals and seeing their… parts… so she didn’t really bring it up. The workhorse however, the blood pressure in her facial area increased dramatically as her cheek line turned bright red. Why ahm ah looking at Twilight’s… No… Argh, cahnsarnit. Umm… Ah have to say something…, with that the workhorse swallowed her food and cleared her throat.

The human snapped out of her analytical trance and glanced toward her cowpony friend, “Yes, Applejack? You… need something?”

“Umm… Twilight… Yer uhm… Ya’ll are… showing…” Applejack pulled out the last word as she managed to blush even redder then before.

“What?” The human looked down and gasped, “Oh! Oh shoot! Um…” She reached behind her and pulled off the sheet from the bed and covered her… lower body. “Sorry about that Applejack.” Now it was her turn to blush profusely. She forced out an awkward laugh, along with that of Applejack. Fluttershy just sat quietly, having a small giggle at the scene before her.

The door was knocked rapidly. “Twilight! Dahling I’m back! And I know you would be absolutely amaaazed at my designs!” The fashionista called from the door.

“Ah’ll get it!” Applejack exclaimed, angsty to get away from the awkward situation they were in. She trotted down the stairs and opened the door. The fashion designer walked casually into the library, her designs floating through the air. The designs looked ‘human’ shaped and looked like they could easily fit on Twilight’s new form.

One of the designs was a light purple dress of sorts; it had a short top section with small frills at the ends of the openings at the sides, the lower section was longish and dangled lightly as she moved it across the air. The second design was a two-piece set, just casual ware, a dark purple shirt with her cutie mark in the center and comfortable looking black pants, the pants looked tight and long. The final design was a very modest set of really short pants like clothing; Applejack estimated that they would only just cover her… underneath.

"I know that they are not much, but given more time I may have been able to produce either better or more clothes suited... for... you?" The marshmallow fashion designer drifted off by the end of her speech when she looked towards the human that used to be Twilight.

The human descended the stairs with amateur control, constantly stumbling and using Fluttershy and the railing as a brace. Her sheet still held onto her hips but more than once it threatened to slide off.

“Umm… If I could suggest... Twilight?” Fluttershy said by the time they were halfway down the stairs.

“Yes Fluttershy?" The former unicorn said with a frustrated tone.

"Umm... I think you might be thinking too hard about what you are doing..." Fluttershy said.

"Well of course I am! How else would I learn?" The frustrated human said, stumbling down the last few steps while leaning heavily on the pegasus and the railing.

"Try... not to think too hard about what you're doing... Your body looks experienced, try just walking from A to B... don't analyze it..." The meek pegasus suggested.

"Umm... ok..." The human shakily stood up straight and wobbled a bit. She cleared her mind and focused on moving forward to her table. Her right leg lifted slightly and moved forward, her upper body leaned forward on to her right leg as her left leg went up and over took her right leg, her body followed suit and leaned it's wait onto her left leg. The human was surprised, "Wow. How did you figure that out Fluttershy?"

The pegasus blushed, "I don't know, I guess I just... Guessed?" She said as she hovered around the human.

The human used it's hand to pull back a chair, move around it and sit down, "I guess I should send a letter to the princess now, but first... Clothes!"

But before the human could get her new clothes on Fluttershy's wings locked up. She whimpered as she fell to the floor. She cried as she hit the ground. Her friends swarmed around her trying to figure out what was wrong, she couldn't see them. They called out to her, she didn't respond. The human picked her up and bolted up the steps to her room, Fluttershy couldn't feel her. She coughed sharply as the was placed into bed.
She screamed abruptly as she feinted...

The spirit searched the skies, finding the perfect bearers for her 5 powers. It was over the town of Hoofington. Using it's flawless sight it saw a lone pony that was towing her wagon away from it, with a dejected and rejected persona about her. A determined pony of cosmic ability, and perfect candidate.

The spirit hovered in waiting, for the perfect moment.

"THERE SHE IS, THERE'S THE LIAR!"
"THOUGHT YOU COULD MAKE FUN OF OUR CITY HUH?!"
"GET HER!"

"Oh no." The pony said as she tried to unhook her wagon. She saw her attackers, they were coming at her with common farming utensils! Farming utensils or not the mare new they were made for stabbing the ground, and worked. What was she thinking?! Going to Hoofington?! The town she made out to be the weakest?! Not only did she not get reception, but got kicked out as well? And to add to that, now a gang of brutes were after her!

She left her wagon as she ran away from them.

"THAT'S HER ALRIGHT!"
"LOOK AT HER, RUNNING AWAY!"
"COWARD!"

She looked back towards her wagon as the gang of four, no three stallions tore into it. Two of them ripped off the two 'T's as the other grabbed the 'x', replacing their original weapons. They then smashed one of her lights and the pyrotechnics when off. Her wagon lit up in a huge colorful explosion. She kept running as the gang ran towards her, one of them through the 'x' towards her. The 'x' hit her in the back of the head, and she fell down face first. She rolled several times and landed on her side, facing away from her attackers. Blood seeped out of the wound that was created, she lifted her hoof behind her head to feel it, the hoof came back the usual azure color, but with a line of maroon blood across it. She looked back to her attackers. Her mind ached as she closed her eyes, This is the end.

The perfect moment...

She opened her eyes again, and the world wasn't as colorless as she saw it before. Time seemed to slow as she stood and faced the approaching stallions. She blinked. The three stallions' bodies lit up, she could see their heat? She blinked. Her azure colored magic funneled into her vision, then it turned green. She blinked. Wind around her whipped against her, her blood-stained-once-crystal-white mane whipped about as she floated off the ground. She blinked. The stallions slowed down, and dropped their makeshift weapons. Fear flooded into their faces. She blinked. The rage in her heart tore against her better judgment, her face scrunched up with pure rage. Her figure shined a brilliant white. She smiled as she looked at the fear in their eyes. She blinked. She then saw some figures. They were on the ground at each of the attackers' feet, they looked like they were in pain. Was she causing this? Her heart and her mind ached as regret quickly overcame the feelings of rage.

She closed her eyes. She floated back down to the ground and landed. She opened her eyes, the little figures could not be seen, she looked towards the stallions as they ran. The shining swept around her body and receded into her eyes, her eyes ached a bit from it but she couldn't care. Hmp! Foals! She thought then coughed, she turned from the burning wreckage.

She expended too much energy, she stumbled a bit further. A tear seeped from her eye as she remembered what was in her wagon; A picture of her mother and father in a rare moment of happiness together, her mother's tomes, her father's diamond, her plush toys she got got when she was little, but worst still... her mother's hat and her father's cape. Another tear seeped from her pearl eyes as she stumbled along. She began to say to herself, "Ha, serves them right, nobody can beat the great... and powerful... Trix..." She coughed, then she blinked. Then she fell. She curled up in a ball and fell into unconsciousness.

She was connected... One down four to go.

The spirit left the sleeping blue magician in search for another candidate. It glided effortlessly through the air over the town of Manehatten. It had gave away it's power of sight so it used it's magnificent hearing, the spirit heard music, fast yet calm, fierce yet tranquil, harsh yet soft. The bearer was there... It had to find it...

It floated over to the center of the square, where it noticed the commotion, two dueling musicians, battling for honor. A respectable fight, it thought. It flew down to the battle. Two ponies with instruments on either side of the square, a unicorn and an earth pony, both playing wonderful music. The spirit debated which pony to enchant, the unicorn was determined and ready, while the earth pony was calm and tranquil, just like her music.

She then knew which pony to enchant.

The mint musician pony ran into her rival's temporary apartment, "VINYL!" She yelled. Vinyl showed herself from the bathroom.

"You... We... Have to hurry..." The mint pony gasped, "It's about Octavia..."

"Lyra? I thought you two hated each other?" Vinyl steadied Lyra, she was about to fall over from exhaustion.

"We did... Until... we... Just come on!" Lyra shot out of the apartment and Vinyl followed her.

"Where are we going?!" The white unicorn called out to her leader.

"The courtyard!"

"Why are we going there?!"

"It's where we had our battle! Hurry up!"

"BATT-?!" The white pony stated to object, but was interrupted by a loud pained cry, it was Octavia. The pair cornered to the courtyard, where they saw Octavia rolling on the ground on one side of the square with her hooves to her ears and her teeth clenched in the middle of a crowd of concerned ponies. "WHAT DID YOU DO?!" Vinyl yelled at Lyra as she sped up to run to her partner.

"Make... it stop!" Octavia yelled between cries. Vinyl ran up to Octavia.

"Make what stop?" Vinyl said to Octavia.

"The ringing! MAKE IT STOP!" The gray pony yelled, then groaned. She cried out loud and started thrashing her body about. Vinyl tried to grab the writhing earth pony with her magic, but when she did she got forced back, and a figure appeared, just for a millisecond, but it was still there. It was tallish, dark-blue colored and it sparkled.

Octavia rose off the ground but still screamed and cried, her figure shined. A shrill ringing sound could be heard.

Then Octavia heard something, "...pening to her?!" Then she stopped squirming and screaming and everything fell silent.

She slowly floated back to the ground, the shining crept around her body until it went up and entered her ears and throat. She was gently placed on the ground by an unseen force. Vinyl crept up to her partner.

"Tavi?" The white pony asked.

The musician half-opened her bloodshot eyes, "I-I-Is it over?" The gray pony asked her partner. The white pony knelt down to the other and nuzzled her neck.

"Yes, I hope so..."

"T-thank you Vinyl..." She reached her face up to meet Vinyl's lips and she kissed her, then she fainted.

She was now connected... Two down three to go.

The spirit hovered over the Everfree forest to find her next target. It lost two fifths of it's powers, it couldn't see or hear in this form, but it had to keep in it or it wouldn't be able to find them. Using the third sense it had, it had to smell it's way to it's next target. An aroma presented itself in the air, and it led it straight to... A potion mixing zebra, exotic life from a far away land.

Perfect.

The spirit glided to the hut in the forest where it found it's next target, and waited for the perfect moment...

"A rule to remember when making this potion, is always to keep the fluids in motion." The zebra taught her apprentice.

"Other wise the mixture'll be all sticky right?"

"Indeed my little Applebloom, for if this was sticky, it will only be doom." The zebra warned her.

"Right, keep mixin' and stirrin', When to we add the other ingredients?"

"You will know when the time is right, because the mixture with shine a bright white." With that the potion started to glow.

"So now?" The little one questioned.

"The time has not come for the ingredients to stow, for the potion has not yet finished it's glow." The zebra could not finish her instruction before the little one poured the last ingredient in. The potion started to steam a sickly brownish green.

The perfect moment...

The zebra noticed the potion, her nose stared to twitch involuntarily and her snout ached. She hurriedly pushed Applebloom out of her door as she yelled a command, "This problem needs to be dealt! Hurry! Get somepony to help!" The little apprentice rushed out to the woods in the direction of help. The zebra sneezed, and her snout felt like it was on fire, her body shined brighter then the potion. "AHG! What ever in the world!?" She yelled as the shining crept up her body. She could smell death. A foul smell, not from the potion but from somewhere. Her mind ached as she felt like a connection was made with something. Then she fell to the floor of her hut, her nose ached, her mind ached... then nothing. The shining slid over her body and entered her head by her snout.

Then she fell unconscious.

She was connected... Three down two to go...

The spirit was making excellent time, for it to feel the last target it must first secure the first four. It glided over the Everfree forest where it's last victim lay. It was certain that it's next victim would be somewhere in the forest. It used it's fourth sense and tasted the air, the air will lead it to the next bearer.

It flew around until it noticed a cave, the taste was right. There was a creature there, perched on the edge of the cave mouth. It was just sitting there, looking into the sunset. The spirit was intrigued. It observed the creature. It was a she-griffin, ferocious life... wait... what's this? The griffin was... Crying? The sun set and the moon was risen. The griffin broke down entirely, the spirit could taste the sadness from where she was hovering, it needed to be dealt with...

Her mind was taking the roll of her father, YOU'RE A PATHETIC WASTE OF A GRIFFIN! AN EMBARRASSMENT TO OUR ENTIRE RACE!, she insulted herself. It was if she was watching herself cry, the pathetic waste of food that she was to her father. Not only did she not have her family... or her entire tribe, she had no friends either. It's been about a year since Dash left her... or more rather... She left Dash. She was worth nothing now, a useless waste of good animals. She didn't feel like hunting, she had no purpose now, she just wanted to die.

"Why art thou crying my child?" A voice came from above her. She looked up to the mysterious voice, it was that dark blue goddess pony with a flowing sparkling mane. The last thing she wanted was to spill her feelings to a pony of all things.

"Go away." She croaked to the approaching goddess, she then turned and started to enter the cave, "Why do you care?"

"I care for all my children." The pony said, "Especially those in need."

The griffin stopped, "Oh yeah?" she turned and faced the goddess, "Then where were you when everything went to shit, huh? Where were you when my life fell completely apart?..." The griffin started to approach the goddess, "...Where were you when the griffin tribes split up 5 centuries ago? 500 bloody years and you haven't done shit about it!" The griffin vented as she neared the princess, her eyes tearing up again, "Where were you when my father disowned me, HUH?! Where were you when I LOST EVERYTHING?!" She yelled at the top of her voice, her echos rebounded off the cave walls and the trees of the forest. She shut her eyes and stood still in front of the she-god, forcing the tears to stay inside her eyes. She wasn't going to cry in front of this pony.

"I was isolated from everything for a thousand years... Banished... Thou hast lost nothing compared to what I did... You still have the grass underneath thy talons, you still have all the creatures ye griffins call food surrounding thyself, even the air you breath. I had nothing for a thousand years. No creatures, no grass, no air, no water and no food, nothing. I went through the thousand years with hate and rage flooding my vision, every emotion I felt was regret and hate to the one who banished me." The she-god turned away from the griffin and acted a take-off, "Nothing that has happened to you could ever compare to that."

Gilda new what was happening, she let her anger and stubbornness take over her again, "Wait..." The goddess stopped and turned to face the griffin.

"Yes, my child?"

"I-I'm..." She paused and clenched her talon, WEAK! her 'fatherly' mind screeched at her, she shoved those thoughts to the back of her mind, "I'm sorry... I've had a terrible year, ever since I lost my best friend, my only friend, over some stupid actions on my part... My life has just crashed down." The griffin unclenched her claw and fell to the cave floor in defeat, the goddess knew what to do next. The goddess shone dark blue, her figure remolded into a figure like that of the crying griffin. She stopped shining and the first griffin looked up, "What? How did you-?" The griffin started to object before the former goddess interrupted.

"I created the lives around you, every single creature, I know their anatomy and figure... and with my magic I can transform into them. I just thought turning into one of your kind would make this less awkward." The now griffin approached the shattered life before her. She stepped into the moonlight and her figure was easily seen. She was much like a normal griffin but was much bigger, her feathers were groomed to perfection and the feathers around her eagle-like eyes were dark blue. Her wings looked much longer than that of the small griffin's father. The new griffin neared the small griffin with a motherly like gaze. The small griffin felt a lot more safe around this goddess' new form. The goddess sat next to the sad griffin, no words were spoken. The older one wrapped a wing and a claw round the smaller one and brought her closer. The smaller one dove her face into the taller ones chest. The taller one started to groom the small griffin using her beak. The goddess knew exactly where to pressure the griffin to calm her down, she made them after-all.

Before long the little griffin was calm, her stubborn pride completely washed away. She could feel a love that only her mother could ever give to her from this goddess. She was happy. Soon she fell into a deep and restful sleep; one she hasn't experienced in a long time.

Now is the perfect time...

Luna turned back into her original form of an alicorn. She bowed her head down to the sleeping griffin and her horn stated to glow. The griffin's body followed suit... The griffin started to shine, her cave lit up as her body did. The griffin herself couldn't feel much in the way of pain. She was both asleep and had the natural immunities that a griffin had. The shining flowed around her body, and entered her beak.

She was connected... Four down, one to go.

Luna made her way back to the castle.

"Has it been done?"

"We are finished, sister."

"Excellent, now we just have to wait for Twilight to get the last bearer."

"You can wait here sister, I have to get changed."

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Soooo, how'd it go?

I'm sorry this took so long to come out, lots of expanding and retracting, editing, and time went into this. And plenty of technical failures to add to that. Yet this still feels incomplete...
No more ideas on what to put here though... I need a Coke.

PS: Steven's scene is in the next chapter.

Part 4
Voices

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I slowly made my way out of my room, I walked into to main room. I was blank at first, Mum was sitting in Dad's armchair, with her wedding picture in her hands. That's odd...

I moved closer, she was asleep, the picture frame was wet and below her eyes were slight bags and streaks of dry tears. I didn't comprehend what I had walked into... I couldn't... I wouldn't... She looked like she cried herself to sleep. Why... Why did she cry herself to sleep?

I felt a pain in my chest that Francis couldn't dream on inflicting on me. The pain got worse as I neared mum, my legs and arms stiffened up, yet I continued. My breaths got raspy until I couldn't breath any more, my eyes heated up, I felt water pool in the front of my eyes. I neared her further, then I stopped. I looked around and saw the rooms, kitchen, bathroom, living room, dining room, but something was off about the rooms... They were empty.

It was empty... The house... Is... Empty...

I felt like I got brutally eviscerated as realization struck painfully in my heart, it felt like someone threw a white-hot titanium dagger right through it. I felt it slowly penetrate me, the aching pain just got worse. My upper body then got ridiculously heavy.

I fell straight to the floor.

Echos of past memories flooded my ears, assaulting me with what dad had said.

"Nice one Steven! That fish is bigger than my assault rifle~"
"Let's try the one with the label with the warnings on it~"
"We'll call it Daven, we're the same team remember~"

I clenched my hands to my ears, I had to stop it. It hurt, but not as much as this.

"I don't know when Episode 3 is coming out son~"
"C'mon Steve! Your bike is waiting for you~"
"Let's go Steven, School doesn't wait~"

I let out an audible cry as the pain got worse, I clenched my eyes shut, so tight that I started to lose connection with them, yet the echos kept penetrating through.

"Ah Steven! You beat my high score!~"
"Good work Steven! I'm impressed~"

Black holes expanded themselves across the insides of my eyelids, my figures clenched as my hands pushed harder against my head.

"Steven~"
"Steve~!"

I couldn't take it anymore, I started to cry.

"Son~"

My senses faded out until I was standing in my dream, behind myself, I didn't hear anything, not even my own breathing...

Until my father's voice echoed through my head...

"I want you to hold on to these, if you still have them by the time I get back, I'll let you play Gilda. I promise…"

"...I promise..."

I was washed back into my body, still on the floor.

He promised, he promised, he promised. Why did he promise?

My forehead started to hurt as I pushed it into the floor, hard. My hands felt limp as I used them to cover my head. My body shook violently with every pained sob I gave out.

Why?! DAD! I repeated over and over in my mind, I could not believe that he was gone. My mind was arguing with itself:

He is gone... forever...

My father, is not here for me, what am I going to do?

He is gone... There is nothing I can do.

Whoever did this... Whoever did this will be sorry...

Whoever did this will pay...

I will find this no good MOTHERFUCKER AND MAKE HIM PAY FOR WHAT HE HAS DONE!

I felt a pressure on my back, a soft pressure. It felt like a hand.

I looked up, and saw mum.

She is still here for me.

He promised, because he didn't know.

I came to that conclusion, He didn't know, he couldn't know, things like this happen. I looked up to mum, she smiled at me. It wasn't a smile with a sick happiness gained from my emotional torment, one I have seen plastered on Francis' face while he barrages me with emotionally lacerating vocal punishment, and physically lacerating punishment, it was one only a mother could give her child, "Everything will be okay." It said. She pulled me up and squeezed me into a hug, I returned it. My mother is there for me, and that's what matters.

Everything will be okay.

Everything will be okay...

He is connected... They are all connected.

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"...ee schee 'oingtoo beeh 'llright?"

"Ahh donnoh..."

"...Ahmmorr orreed ahbowt rayinboe... houeeschee gohnnah hndll ffis..."

"...ERBAK!"

"...WERINNEAR!"

Your friends aren't waiting for you...
...creak...

...Thud, thud, thud...

"...ays... Wt haaennd?..."

Your friends are not worried for you...

"...ad aphit, atheenk..."

"...ope schee gts ahp tsoon..."

They have deserted you...
"Shut up, shut up, shut up..."

"...ow lung aschee biin owt?"

"...bowt anowah..."

They don't love you anymore...
"Please stop... Please..."

"...emmy trai somming, ahterschai! aik ahp!..."

"...inkee... aat woownt ehlp..."

They hate you, you weak...
"s-stop..."

"...ook! schees mooving...!"

Pathetic...
"Stop!"

"ahttershai, kan yew 'earmmee?"

Excuse for a Pegasus...
"stop it, Stop it, Stop IT, SHUT UP!"

"Fluttershy?"

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Ever since the new Australian Science Division had uncovered the secrets of this device they called the 'Drimen', warfare had been on the uprising. New technology arose from the Drimen, some good, most bad. Good technology includes sterilizers, Plasma shields, a preservative that doesn't affect the food, a reliable and everlasting source of energy, energy cloaks and Magnetic Repulsers... But that was only the top of the list, let's go all the way to the bottom... where all the bad stuff is. Harnessing the Drimen persuaded the rise of the Drimenium, a secret division of Special Ops armed with new weapons like Plasma Rifles, Rail guns, shock grenades, Plasma Cannons, Light Beam Sniper Rifles, and Laser Pistols... But that was only the start of it. When the ASD discovered the Drimen they enlisted the help of foreign scientists. Of course, these foreign scientists decided that the ASD could have the Drimen while they find and discover the polar opposite of the Drimen. No one knows what it's called, but it is immensely powerful. They decided to split it between themselves, well... That was how Japan got incinerated. I'm not sure what happened exactly, but security cameras say that they got it apart, but when they tried to take them away from it's other part? The pieces rushed together, the impact created an explosion fifty times greater then Chernobyl, and only the person closest to the explosion survived, but he was infused with the entity. No one know how he did it, but he survived. He then influenced the rise of the Rilahren.

Go outside, look up, what do you see? The sky? Never heard of it. It's always blue because blue is the color of the Plasma Shield keeping us safe. Safe from what? Safe from Atomic Nukes, safe from Ril-Bombs, safe from Rilahren Jets. Where would a Fifteen Year-old boy get his Intel from? Why... His father of course... But that's another thing that the Drimen happily supplied to the government, the FFS or the Fast Funeral Service. I like to call it the, 'We Don't Care About Your Loved One, So Now That He Is Dead, Have A Funeral!' but WDCAYLOSNTHIDHAF is hard to get you tongue around. What is pretty much means is that every single soldier that surpasses a certain rank gets these 'magical pixie tags' that measures your life-force and registers you as dead as soon as your brain stops functioning. You get noticed as dead then the army will tell the family ASAP, have a small funeral, lase a name into a giant marble pillar, bing bang boop back to fighting.

I sighed, I am on my way to dad's funeral. I think it's horribly cruel what they are doing to families of fallen soldiers. They're too focused on fighting to correctly honor the fallen, it's all far to quick these days.

"It'll be okay." Mum said as she was driving, "We are a ways out." I drifted a glance towards the car's clock, '10:45am' it said. "Get some rest." She continued.

"...Sounds like... an excellent Idea..." I said leaned on the door and shut my dry eyes.

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"Hmm, My human form is looking excellent, as per usual." A human man with medium length jet black hair said as he looked himself over in a mirror. He saw a 6-foot-7 handsome man with stunning blue eyes looking back at him. He wore a black hooded cloak with a dark blue shirt and long denim pants underneath.

"Indeed si- brother." Celestia said as she stifled a snicker.

"Quiet you!" The man retorted as he faced the white horse, "I have to see to it that BlueBlood is changed as well."

"BlueBlood, huh, I can see why." The monarch of the sun grinned then frowned, "I must attend your court now."

"Do tell me how it goes," The man joked as he left the room with the princess. The two divided, the man headed towards the royal chambers, as Celestia headed toward the throne room. The man put up his hood and secured the cloak with his left hand to protect his exposed skin from the cold night air. He magicked an illuminating dark purple flame in his free hand and held it out in front of him as he walked.

Luna's Night Watch patrolled the castle grounds at night. The Night Watch deviated from the Royal Guard in many ways. In order for one to be initiated into the Night Watch, one must accept the responsibilities of the night. Where a Royal Guard has a regal appearance, with their fur dyed white and clad in golden armor, a Night Watch will have an dark appearance. A Night Watch will be different during the day as they are in the night, when the moon comes out, those in the Watch will have their fur change to a dark grey, their eyes will change from a normal eye to a glowing yellow reptile like eye, and their ears will be extended by a bit and frayed at the top, while their armor is much like the Royal Guard's armor but is a greyish purple enchanted steel, the headgear covers their mane in favor of a bat-wing like mane that sticks on the top of the headpiece, the chest plate takes the shape of a dark purple flame on it's side, and the sigil at the front is like that of a purple reptile eye. Just as any race can join the Royal Guard, any race can join the Night Watch, and every race will have different physical changes to suit their form, an earth pony with gain the strength of three ponies and gain the size of one and a half, a unicorn's horn will sharpen and elongate to allow the dark magic to flow easier throughout them and a pegasus' wings will become dark purple and will be like that of a dragon's wings. A Royal Guard has a quite loud and commanding voice, whereas the Watch has a quiet menacing whisper that pierces the intended target's mind. A unicorn guard noticed the light and swept towards it.

"Make your presence and business known, intruder." The unicorn guard's whisper invaded the man's mind, the man dipped his head a bit.

Stand down, Guard. He spoke to the guard with out moving his mouth, For I am the night in disguise.

The guard notably eased up at this and spoke normally, "My apologies, Princess, I did not recognize you."

"Apology accepted," The man said through his mouth, "Please, while you are here, fetch Prince BlueBlood, and have him sent to my bedchambers, it's time to collect the package."

"At once Princess Luna."

"Draco." The man corrected

"Excuse me?"

"In this form I am Prince Draco." Draco restated.

"Of course, Prince Draco. Expect your nephew in ten minutes." The guard bowed, slightly.

"Dismissed." Draco finalized, the guard then promptly turned into a cloud of dark smoke and left the prince to his walk.

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"Prince BlueBlood?" The guard knocked on the door to the Prince's room. The guard heard a grunt followed by a tired remark.

"Kiien estah ayii?" The guard heard back, but dismissed it as tired ramblings.

"Prince BlueBlood, rise and make yourself look presentable, you are needed in Princess Luna's chambers."

"Keh? Por keh?" The tired prince responded.

"I'm sorry?" The guard responded to the prince's ramblings.

"Oh, umm... Why does she want me there?"

"He wouldn't say."

"Right..." BlueBlood mumbled back, far to tired to realize the Guard's mistake, "I'll be out in, ah... sinko- ahd... five minutes."

The guard waited patiently for the prince to exit his room. Sure enough, five minutes later and the prince was at the door, he only had time to get his bed mane under control, and had hastily thrown on a bed gown. "General Lance, relay the princess' instructions."

"He said for you to meet him in his chambers, he said it's time to 'collect the package'." Lance repeated the Prince's instruction.

"Oh, right." The young prince knew what the guard meant by that, "I have to get something, wait here." BlueBlood rushed back inside where many crashing sounds and hurried hooves could be heard.

"Miiehrda!" The prince swore in his language. "Por keh ahorah? Ahorah miz-moh! Dondeh estah- Ah, akii estah."

"Right" BlueBlood said carrying out a floppy package wrapped in plastic in his magic, "Apologize to my maid when you get the chance Lance, if this is what I think it is then I'll be gone for a while."

"Understood your highness, you know your way to the chambers from here?"

"Yes, that would be all General. Return to your post."

"At once." The general turned around and vanished into smoke as the prince made his way to the royal bed chambers, he looked at the package, "I hope this fits."

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Please accept these 2500+ words as an offering of my apology.

Quillo out...

"...This is a key..." He said...

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"...We are here..."

"...What?..."

"...Wake up, we are here..."

Part 4
Gifts

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“Honey we’re here,” Mum jostled my shoulder to arise me from my slumber, I had a strange dream right then, I can only remember a phrase from it, “It’s a key.” That’s it; the rest is lost in my subconscious. I decided not to worry about it after I had remembered exactly why I am in the car. Dad’s dead. I still can’t believe it… He’s just gone. Not gone on a vacation, not gone at work. Just gone. “Steven, What did you do on the weekend?” My teacher would say, I’d swiftly reply, “Mourning my father’s passing.” I stared out the window while mum parked the car. When we exited the car, I looked around. There were a few people here, not many though. Figures, most Generals are to busy fighting to attend the funeral of their fallen.
I spotted my Uncle Bob, Aunty H, Uncle Dan who is not really my uncle and a few other people that I didn’t recognize. Two people Stuck out from the rest though, one was an adult around 40, he was tall, had jet black short hair that was styled to look messy, but tidy and he wore a black suit with a cloak, and a man around 17-ish, he had thick long blond hair that fell just below his shoulder that seemed to have expertly placed strands of hair that deviated from it’s original path, he was wearing a suit that matched the man next to him, they looked almost royal. The younger one noticed me and told the other man. They approached mum and I.

“Ah, Alexandra, how has it been?” The older man asked.

“Hello, uhm… I don’t believe we’ve met, you look familiar but I can’t put my finger on it.” Mum said in return.

“Draco, Draco Lunaris,” He replied, “I’m an old friend of David’s, Surely he’s told me about you.” Mum shook her head.

“I don’t believe that he has ever mentioned he had a handsome friend such as yourself, Mr. Lunaris.”

“No? I feel almost betrayed… That Davey would keep such a fine woman to himself.”

I felt an arm on my shoulder, halting my attention on the banter between my mother and this stranger. I turned around, it was the younger man, “Hey, something tells me that you don’t want to see this banter.” He said in a slight accent as he held his hand out to shake mine, “André, André Lunaris.”

I shook his hand, “Steven Greys, brother?”

“What?”

“Are you and Mr. Lunaris brothers?”

“No, he is my father.”

“Your father?” I retorted.

“Yes, my mum and dad were young when they had me.” He simply explained.

I broke the handshake, “Hmm… André, that sounds almost Spanish.”

“Lo es.”

“¿Usted es de España?”

“Sí. ¿Hablas Español?”

“Sí, aprendo Español en mi colegio.” Then I noticed something, “How did you get out of Spain? I thought the Drimenium cut off all transportation between countries.” His eyes widened and he moved his mouth a bit.

“We got out before the Drimenium.” Draco cut in from behind us.

“Is that where your wife is?” Mum asked.

“No, my dear wife is in the other side of the country, she couldn’t make it today.”

“Such a shame, that she is on the other side of the country, it’d be a shame if anything, bad happened.”

“Ms. Greys? What are you suggesting?”

She faltered, “If something bad were to happen on either party it’d be a shame wouldn’t it?”

He moved his head away in a disbelieving manner, “Right, well, the funeral will be starting soon, we should get seated.” The funeral, or whatever little of it was rather short, the priest will stand at the front and present a rehearsed speech, then his squad mates will stand and make a ‘Salute’ they can’t do the ceremonial ’21-gun salute’ on the grounds that it will interfere with the dome shield, bullshit, they just don’t have the decency or time to do it anymore. The Salute still requires a gun, but it is his gun. One by one a soldier involved with the fallen soldier will step forward to the marble slate to put a possession of the fallen solder in a special kind of incinerator. The incinerator will burn and destroy the things inside and with crush the ashes into a compact diamond for the fallen to give to in his will, the greater the soldier, the more medals incinerated, the bigger the diamond, simple.

I looked away from the glass box as the plasma-blue flames engulfed my father’s army possessions, the smoke cleared and the box opened, inside was the most awesome diamond I have ever seen, I let my self into awe as I gazed upon it. “That… is a really great diamond…” I heard myself mutter. My eyes stung a bit and I blinked. The diamond shined in my eye, I shut them both tightly. Then opened them, I glanced towards mum and she looked at me weirdly. “Well… It’s true, it’s a… great… diamond?” I faltered in recovery, upon this she slowly looked back towards the front with an incredulous glance.

“… and as unfortunate as time flows, we must depart back to base to continue to protect this country, albeit with one less member, we shall continue to keep you all safe. Thank you.” The general finished as he was applauded off stage as the army men involved with Dad in someway stood, but one of the men was pulled aside. I have to say, I’m rather cynical at these funerals… Propaganda, that’s all. The forced message is: “One of us has fallen, we shall mourn them.” The true message is: “We have lost one, now we must find another.” The hidden message although is: “We are losing, please help.” I’d join up, but it’d be hard to bar the fact that I am not Twenty years old. Stupid rules.

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He couldn’t believe he had to rehearse for that. Magnet sat back down to his chair, hiding his disbelief and disgust from his face. That’s all he needed to do? Walk up and put a gun in a glass box? It’s almost insulting what they call a ‘salute’ these days. Magnet forced back a sigh, he was rambling, and he knew it. His concerns however, were directed towards Shadow’s kid. The poor boy couldn’t look up at the incineration process, but Magnet couldn’t decide whether it was he couldn’t or he wouldn’t. If he were anything like his father, then it’d definitely be the latter.

“…we shall continue to keep you all safe. Thank you.” General Roberts finished his speech. That was Magnet’s cue, he stood up with his battle-mates in practiced unison, only to be halted by someone off to the side.

“Sargent John Andrews?” The man called out to him.

“Yes?” He turned his head to look at the person.

“The will has your name in it.”

‘Really?’ He almost said it wasn’t uncommon that a soldier will be called into the reading, he looked towards the general.

“Eighteen hundred.” The general said to him.

“Yes sir.” Magnet said then departed from the line, he briefly wondered what his fallen comrade had in store for him.

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It is very, very real.

Figured it out yet?

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The three ponies, baby dragon and human gathered around the faint yellow pegasus in a heated silence.

"Is she going to be alright?" asked the reptile.

"Ah dunno..." The orange workhorse said forlornly.

"I'm more worried about Rainbow... How is she going to handle this?" Before the dragon could finish his sentence the door to the library opened up to Rainbow's voice.

"We're back!" Two voices called from the main area.

"We're in here!" The human called back down to the library proper. The door to Twilight's room opened with an audible creaking sound. Rainbow entered the room followed by a bouncing Pinkie Pie. Rainbow stopped in shock as she gazed over her oldest friend. The pink party pony almost bounced into the back of the weather pony before noticing Fluttershy.

"Guys, what happened?" The athlete asked in a slightly angry tone as she neared the sleeping pegasus.

"She had a fit I think." The human replied. There was another silence, the cyan weather pony stood close to Fluttershy as she rested.

"I hope she gets up soon." She said, then paused, "How long has she been out?"

"About an hour." The white fashionista explained automatically.

"OHH! Let me try something!" Pinkie said spontaneously as she shoved past the weather pony. She poked a hoof into Fluttershy's side and started jabbing softly, "Fluttershy! Wake up!"

"Pinkie! That wont help." The human pushed away the pony slightly. The party pony however, noticed that the sleeping veterinary pony started to flinch.

"Look! She's moving!" The party pony pointed out. The cyan pony pushed the pink pony aside forcibly in a frantic attempt to get Fluttershy to wake up.

"Fluttershy! Can you hear me?" She shouted more then said in a distraught voice. The yellow pony started to thrash slowly, as if having a bad dream. A tear escaped her right eye.

"S-s-sstop." The canary pony whispered in her sleep, "S-stop it."

The ponies in the room were to stunned to move or talk as Fluttershy kept thrashing about, "Shut UP!"

"Fluttershy?" The weather pony asked. The vet opened her eyes in response, she was breathing heavily and started to sweat sometime through the thrashing. She leaned up on the bed in a hurry.

"Rainbow?" She asked before moaning in pain and lying back down, "What happened, I had the worst dream."

"We don't know, you just sort of... Fell out of the air and started screaming." The human explained. The group of friends overcame their initial shock and was delighted in the fact that their friend had awoken, but celebration was brief as commotion was halted by the dragon’s belching, a letter materialized itself from the green flames of the dragon. The dragon, in practice coordination, simultaneously grabbed the letter out of the air and clutched his chest.

“A letter?” The human asked.

“Mmm hmm.” Spike mumbled from his obviously ruptured diaphragm.

The human reached down and positioned her newly formed hand around the scroll. She lifted the scroll up and used he other hand the open the seal. She misjudged the scroll’s seal’s position and it fell to the floor. She forced an awkward smile. She carefully opened up the letter.

Dear Twilight, My most faithful student,

This is just a quick letter regarding your progress into this impromptu study, if I am not mistaken in your ability then you would have already transformed by now and are still getting used to your new form, and if I haven’t mistaken your friend Rarity from your letters she would have already set you up with suitable attire. I regret to inform her that she hadn’t need to do so if she already had, as your transformation is not yet complete. I wish for you to make a presence to me for assistance in the second stage of this transformation. A carriage will arrive momentarily.

Your mentor,
Princess Celestia.

PS: If I know your friends well enough, I can assume that they would like to partake in this and join you, however they cannot, especially you Rainbow Dash.

PPS: No Spike, this is not a secret letter in any way.

PPPS: No Pinkie, there is no Author.

Pinkie smiled at the last line. “Well of Course there’s an author!” She said out and laughed. Wait… No, Damnit Celestia! Why’d you put that in your letter!

“Does that mean she knows that you’re there as well Mr. Author?”

I thought you said you wouldn’t tell anyone that I was here.

“I haven't told anyone silly!” She said smugly towards the roof.

Pinkie! No breaking the forth wall around Twilight! We don’t want her intervening in this!

“Twilight could be useful and technically it’s not breaking the forth wall unless the reader is involved!” She exclaimed and looked directly toward you, “Right?” she finished.

There goes the wall.

“What?” The human asked at the mention of her name.

Drat! Pinkie, be quiet!

The pink party pony had her mouth clamped shut. “MmmmmMMMMMMM” That wasn’t very nice.

If it’d help with you being quiet about me then it’s required.

“Pinkie who are you talking to?” The human asked with concern.

“MMMmmMM!!! MMMM!”

Just forget about me! Now excuse me, I have to fix that letter.

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PPS: No Spike, this is not a secret letter in any way.

“I wonder why she’d write that?” Spike defended.

“Maybe it’s because of all the spy comics you’ve been reading, Celestia knows what they’re doing to your mind.” The human counted, coercing the dragon to scowl at her, she poked her tongue out in return.

“Maybe it’s because she does that she’d put it in there!” Pinkie gleefully exclaimed while the wordless banter took place.

“What? Uh, never mind.” The human dismissed, “Pinkie is Pinkie.” She concluded.

“Miss Twilight? Your carriage has arrived!” A voice that could only belong to a royal guard sounded from the front door.

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A way at the castle of Canterlot city the princess exhaled a small chuckle at the author’s expense.

Quiet you! Besides, a letter should never go above 2 P’s.

“Anything is possible if it means messing with you, Author.”

You don’t know what I’m capable of.

“I am quite sure I know, but you wouldn’t do something like that. Think of the readers you’d lose.”

Don’t force my hand Celestia, I can make you pay without using my powers on you.

“How?”

“Hello, Celestia. It’s been a while.” A voice from the shadows rang through the halls.

Celestia instantly knew who that was an-

Author, it’s too early for that.

… Fine, I’ll be back though… Mark my words, but don’t you have court to attend to in the mean time?

“Consider that as payback.”

For what?

“For sticking me in both my sister and my court sessions.”

Ha ha! Anyway, Twilight should be here soon.

“How can you tell?”

…

“Oh… Right”

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Author’s notes: I’m sorry about Pinkie and Celestia, that's what happens when you give them free will… Mix an all powerful all knowing monarch, an energetic wall breaking physics defying pink party pony and boredom you get Trollestia and the forth wall in pieces. Excuse me while I rebuild it.

Guys, I'm sorry. I hate these things, where the author makes a new chapter gets your hopes up and then it's this.

I'll cut to the chase...

Basically.

Not cancelled... Just on Hiatus... Don't get me wrong, I love you guys, but... I just can't focus on this story at the moment. I'd rather wait for my Ideas for this story to get straight then to write utter crap and sell it to you... So... Please, please, please PLEASE be patient with me. I might pump out a few unrelated stories while this one gets sorted, and remember...

Sorry again: Have a completely unrelated picture of Rainbow Dash, Derpy and whoever else that is...