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.

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