Guardian Prologue

by ~Sunjian54

The Equestrian Guardian

A MLP-FIM fanfic

Prologue

"I've had enough of this crap" David said as he threw his suitcase on top of his bed. It was 11:00 at night as he quietly began packing the necessities into his suitcase. David was a 19 year old foster child. His parents had died in a car accident that killed both of them and left David with a scar from his forehead all the way down to the base of his chin. As he packed his things into the suitcase he reached into the back of his closet and removed his most precious treasures. He first removed a nickel plated silver .45 caliber pistol from a locked box. "Dad…" he mumbled. David's father John had served in Iraq and lost a leg to an RPG, he had given his pistol to David at his 13th birthday. Two years later David had already learned how to shoot like a soldier. His memories of his father flooding back to him, David quietly loaded the gun, flipped the safety on, and placed the pistol and 10 extra magazines into his suitcases flap area for easy access. "I could always just put those monsters out of their… NO! I'm not a murderer." It was hard for David to resist killing his new "parents". His foster parents were more like slave drivers than anything else. They had never loved him; all he ever got from them was bruises and chores. David cleansed his thoughts and continued filling the suitcase with clothes and water bottles that he kept in his room. The next treasure had belonged to his mother and was the only thing recovered from the crash; it was a solid gold cross necklace that when held up to direct light would cast shadows of the cross in every direction. "I love you Mom" he said as he slipped it around his neck. "Alright let me think, water, food, clothing, boots, compass, Mom and Dad's treasures, am I forgetting anything…? Oh yeah..! Dream Maker!!" Dream Maker was the name of David's final treasure; a perfectly forged Japanese Katana that he received for a graduation present. David slowly removed the blade from the scabbard looking at it in the moonlight that pierced through his window. The sword was beautifully crafted with a silver and blue oriental design, but what mainly set the sword apart was the color of the metal. The sword was crafted from a mysterious metal that had been pure white when discovered, and the sword itself was now a sparkling silver-white color. "The old man called it Dream Metal, said it came from some weird cave he found during a full moon." He quietly placed the sword back into the scabbard and tied it around his waist. 'Well... that's everything, farewell old life." He said as he picked up the suitcase and carried it like a backpack out the door. "My new life full of adventure and maybe some f-friends too." He stuttered on the word friend, he had never had a single friend his whole life, but as he set out toward the woods near his house, he had no idea he would soon have tons of friends. Though they would not be the kind of friends he was expecting. Next Chapter: Chapter 1 Estimated time remaining: 5 Hours, 7 Minutes