Equestria, the land of freedom, peace, and prosperity. How I wish I could be there to enjoy all that. Sadly I’m not there. There is no hope of me getting there, or is there? My name is Tekk and this is my story of betrayal, lies, murder, greed, silence, and salvation.

Far from Equestria, there was a militaristic country called North Klawrea. We were only militaristic because we dedicated most of our time to defending our borders. We have been prosperous but make no mistake we were far from a perfect country. We had wars, political corruption, and famine. We managed to survive and stay happy after all that though.
That is until an unknown threat that named itself Japain invaded South Klawrea. They were a demonic species. Born from the pits of hell and cast into Japain through a portal. Black and red skin with no hair whatsoever. That was the main trademark of their foul species. Some had black bat wings while others had bright red arrow tipped tails.
Their purpose? They made it very clear while slaughtering their first villages in South Klawrea; to enslave us to make portals to other worlds so they may wreak destruction. Typical demons from story books if you ask me.

My parents were killed by them while they were taking a vacation in South Klawrea. I was in North Klawrea with Uncle Steele. He worked as a blacksmith and forged many weapons and armor for the war. Did I mention he was a bear? Since the relationship with Crushia and Klawrea there have been many immigrants from those two countries, mainly ponies and bears. Other species were rare.

My parents died when I was 10. Since then I pestered Uncle Steele to teach me how to fight. He said it was going to be difficult due to the fact that he didn’t know much about earth pony anatomy. He only knew the bone structure. After about a month of annoyance he agreed to train me in the ways of combat, but only if I left for the army when I turned 16. I happily agreed.

During the first month of training I have already lost my tail to Steele’s white hot blade. He told me it wasn’t going to be easy but I didn’t think it meant dodging a fresh blade right out of the forge! He said it would improve my senses and deal with pain. I couldn’t complain because most of the demonic legions were fire users. Long story short I got my tail cut off and it won’t be coming back.

The day I turned 13 he told me I was time to prove myself. Like in his country all young ones in that age had to fight their mentors to prove what they have learned. Be it intellectually or physically.

[] Epic Battle Scene []

There we stood, locked into his eyes with a murderous intent. First rule of combat; always look to kill your opponent, if they are worthy they will not die so easily on the first strike.

We shuffled around the edges of the stone arena that was built in to his backyard just for my training. He told me after I left it would become a giant stone fire pit for celebrations, including the day when I finally leave for the military. I quickly pushed the thought aside because I was in the middle of my approval test.
I don’t have to kill him, I just have to disable or disarm him.

He then stood on his hind legs and unsheathed his steel sword, iron shield on the other arm.
I did the same. It may have been against the way I was biogenetically built for but it had a lot of advantages. Less speed but more balance and a lot more power.

Since I couldn’t hold a sword like him because I don’t have fingers I forged a blade just for me; it was a circular silver ring that was meant to fit my hoof and can be readjusted with a leather strap. On the top of the ring were 3 gold latches that could hold on firmly to anything I made with the corresponding latch. Why don’t I just take the sword and hold it in my mouth? It was too heavy. I’m not a built pony after all.

I took the blade on my back and latched it to my right hoof, with my left hood I reached for my back and latched on to a banged up iron shield. (I wasn’t that good at forging)

“Are you ready Tekk?” Steele said in his Crushian accent.

I responded with a focused stare to his eyes. He smiled and lunged towards me.

He swung the blade to my neck and I deftly avoided it by dropping to one knee and lowered my head as if bowing to royalty.
I looked up and swung at his thick furry legs, he dodged with ease.
For a large creature he sure can move. I thought to myself.

That though was a mistake.

He slashed my chest and cut through the steel chest plate armor that he made himself for me. He made a good cut as my blood started to drip on the stone floor.

I sideswiped at him quickly to make him back off and he did.
He back stepped a few paces quickly.

“Fokuz Tekk, Fokuz! Do not let your thoughtz hinder your movement in kombat!” Steele yelled.

“Screw it.” I then took my blade and cut off the straps to my armor. The broken chest plate armor clanged as it hit the ground. I also decided to quickly cut off the rest of my armor, discarding my helmet, removing back hoof armor, and taking off my armored horseshoes.

I stood there before my mentor, bare naked, my white fur stained with the crimson color of blood on my chest. I held in my hooves only a sword and a shield.

I sighed and beamed him a victorious smile. I held my shield up and my sword right at the side of it. “Come at me master!!” I yelled.

“Have gone mad boy?! I thought I taught you better dan to let the inzanity of kombat get to you! Lookz like I have to put you down before you do zomething you will regret… I’m zorry Tekk but today you die! ROAR!!!” With that he lunged at Tekk, sword aimed for his throat.

A/N All right thanks to Kaiser i managed to put this story together. As always R&R.