"There is something I must put down. Time. That is what I must put down. Time is not correct. It has been altered. Of course this much is known, don't be silly comrade. But because of this, events run different course. What do I mean? It means there are burns within time. Much like how one can get burned from a hot pan, time can be burned. Time is very fragile; like spiderweb remember? But this time, time has been burned. Things from the past have been burned permanently in certain point in time, as things from the future. Time is on the verge of being set on fire. What does that mean? I do not know comrade. I do not know. It is not good, that much I know. Let us hope we survive these burns." -Dmitri Durchenko
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"Der Führer! Sieg Heil mein Führer, but I have important news!"

"What is your news? What demands my current attention? I must remained focused on the continuing domination of this planet of horses that have magical properties that I must harness. What could possibly warrant my undivided attention?"

"With respect Der Führer but our experiments are causing an undesirable side effect. There are certain ramifications that cannot be overlooked Der Führer."

"How so Herr Korring?"

"Mein Führer, we cannot continue these experiments for our own safety. With great respect mein Führer, I must implore options that we must take."

"Spit them out. Do not stand there hesitant like a Jewish dog."

"Ja, mein Führer. I can explain this as simple as this; with such high risk, these experiments are not, simply of course, worth the risk."

Der Fuhrer slowly turned his head to his left, slowly building up anticipation and fear into Herr Korring's heart until Der Führer's dark eyes locked onto his. He then spoke with a grave tone, Herr Korring's spine twitched.

"You will continue these experiments. We must obtain this power. We must obtain this power of the gods. And you are to do everything it takes to do so, no matter the cost, no matter the harm. Do you understand Herr Korring? Or do I have to make sure you do by gathering your family for an experiment of my own?"

Herr Korring, with sweat beading up at the back of his neck swallowed, managing to maintain eye contact with the deathly dark eyes in front of him.

"Ja, of course mein Führer. How silly and incompetent of me. I will see to it that this is done."

"Excellent. I want results this time Herr Korring, not like that mess-up in Berlin. Because of your actions we will never get Berlin back. But I am merciful. I have given you a second chance. Do not mess this up for your own sake. You will regret it if you do." Der Führer said sternly and gravely to Herr Korring.

Herr Korring nodded his head and gulped.

"Ja, mein Führer. Sieg heil!"

"Sieg Heil!"

Both Der Führer and Herr Korring clicked their shoes together as they saluted before Herr Korring gave one more respectful nod and left, the sound of his boots echoing in the grand halls of the royal castle.
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"What are they doin'? Momma? What are they doin'?" asked a young tan filly to an much older green mare as she watched soldiers in grey uniforms barking orders to ponies.

"I don't know sugar. I reckon they're hauling off them poor folk to the Lab."

"What's the Lab momma?"

"Somewhere you n' I don't wanna go. Folks don't come back once they go. Come on sugar, momma's got you."

The older green mare picked up her young daughter and set her on her back, trotting from behind a house over to another, where a man was kneeling down, covered in blood that wasn't his.

"Dmitri. Dmitri." she whispered to the man.

The man turned around, almost attacking the two of them before realizing who they were.

"Oh hey comrades. Thought you were Nazi at first. Sorry about mess. Sit down sit down." He whispered back, encouraging them to sit down next to him by patting the somewhat still wet ground.

Reluctantly, the green mare decided to sit down and told her child to be quiet.

"So Annie" began Dmitri, "where's other comrada?"

"Daring? I thought you knew where she was Dmitri!"

Dmitri looked up to the sky, bit his lip, licked his right index finger and pointed to the sky before withdrawing it and looking back down to Annie and her child.

"Just as I have thought. She is up there."

"But wait how do you even know that? How did that-?"

But before Annie could finish her question, bursts of anti-air fire erupted, lighting up the sky in an explosion of metallic yellow and orange.

"That is how comrade. I'm sure she will be fine. She is Daring Doo of course." Dmitri said lightly, even going as far as smiling.

"So Dmitri, what are we gonna do? Dare Fooyear has everything under lock-down."

"Unfortunately comrade, that is least of worry. I would sit and explain but we must move fast. Der Führer will have to wait. Come, I know place to go. Fortunately for us, place I know is place you might remember."

Dmitri then led Annie and her child through a couple of neighborhoods, careful to avoid patrolling Nazis and Supporters, the ponies that became corrupted by Der Führer's ideologies.

"Soon, we will be there. Place will be safe enough. There, I can explain what problem is now."

"Okay Dmitri." replied Annie.

Dmitri grabbed one of her hoofs and continued leading her through Ponyville as the loudspeakers started booming the daily chants of Nazi propaganda for the afternoon.
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"Here we are comrade. See? I know you would remember. It is place where we met. Long ago, da."

True to his word, Dmitri pointed to a very familar looking hole in the ground, surrounded by what looked like Annie's-

"Hey, isn't this where you fought the dragon n' stuff?" Annie asked, remembering the scene vividly.

"Da comrade. Come, we must go below. Then I can tell problem."

Dmitri urged Annie to follow him and he went in first, Annie following right behind. Both of them landed on the ground below fairly well despite the height and waited until their eyes adjusted to the darkness. Annie made sure her child was okay and when her child giggled back in return, she knew it was alright. Dmitri walked over to a very familiar looking side hole which still contained markings of previous habitation, except it was charred black from the dragon's breath long ago. Dmitri picked up what was left of a brick and dusted it off, setting it down on the ground and sitting on it. Annie found a suitable area not too badly burnt to sit down and proceed to do so. Her child lay in her mother's lap and fell asleep, to which Annie gave a motherly kiss.

"Okay comrade. Nazi has messed up time. Nazi has caused burns. These burns are not good comrade. These burns mean different people from different time come to this time. Is like this comrade. Imagine magnet in middle of circle. Now imagine different people all around that circle at different point all being opposite magnet. Then all of the sudden, magnet in middle start drawing all of them in. Once that happens comrade, it is big boom as all magnet crash together. Except this isn't magnets comrade. This is time displacement. Not good at all. Not good at all comrade."

"Time displacement? Huh? Now hold on. What does that really mean? How bad is it gonna be?"

"I do not know comrade. All I know is it is not good. That is why I am telling you. We must stop this. We must stop Nazi experimentation. They do not realize they will cause end of this place. I must stop Nazi but before I can, I must stop this from happening. So, will you help comrade?"

"Not sure I'll be much help Dmitri considerin' I got little Appleorchard with me. But you know I'll be willin' to help. Ya' always known that Dmitri" Annie replied to Dmitri's question and smiled.

Dmitri smiled back and gave her a slight nod. He softly clasped his hands together and got up.

"Good. Most good. Okay, at any moment, time burns should happen. We should be safe here comrade. This place is protected due to my arrival here long ago. But it is possible for burn to happen on hole. Who knows."

Dmitri walked over to the only source of light, the hole, and looked up. As he did, suddenly something massive landed on him, causing him to fall down and whatever landed on him to do so as well. But that something grunted, and quickly Annie was able to tell that something was a man in what appeared to be a white tunic..with a red cross?

"Ah! The hell was that?" The man in the white tunic grunted as he started to recover.

Dmitri was already on his feet, urging Annie to hide. Annie complied and managed to sneak herself and Appleorchard to safety.

"Huh? What was that?" The man asked, his head darting back and forth as he used his knees to get up.

When he finally did, it seemed the ground beneath them shaked due to the man's massive size. As he took steps to turn around to look at his surroundings, Annie could hear the distinctive chinks and clinks of the man's armor, surprised that the man was able to wear so much of it. However she silently gasped when the man in the white tunic stopped turning around due to Dmitri's presence. Dmitri was now acknowledged and he slightly tilted his head upwards, anticipating the man's movements with his eyes.

"And who the hell might you be?" the man in white snarled at Dmitri.

Almost immediately the man in the white tunic reached for the massive sword on his side and swung it out, amazingly not hitting the side of the confined cave. He also unhooked an equally massive shield bearing a similar symbol to that of his tunic and strided a few feet towards Dmitri then stopping.

"Not your enemy" Dmitri grunted, his eyes staring down to the barely visible glint between the slit in the man's flat-toped helmet.

"Hmm, I beg to differ. You seem a little..arabic. Perhaps a good cutting down in the Lord's name shall be due."

As the man in the white tunic suddenly lunged forward, Dmitri drew a knife from his side and engaged the large man. Dmitri was surprised that the man whom was two heads taller than he was was able to move so quickly. As the man in the white tunic lunged forward, Dmitri side-stepped and banged the man's helmet with the hilt of his knife, causing a small dent and dazing the man. The man in the white tunic retaliated, swinging his sword towards Dmitri, to which Dmitri somehow glanced off with his knife and causing a bright spark and a louder ring. The man in the white tunic, now stunned, attempted to shield bash Dmitri, to which Dmitri quickly turned around and ripped the shield off the man's hand and kicked the man's right leg at the knee. The man in the white tunic, now angered and in pain, swinged his sword once again and Dmitri glanced it off once again, now with his own shield and caused the sword to go flying.

BAM!

"Ahh!" the man in the white tunic gasped, his metallic voice grunting with heavy breaths as he landed on the ground rather harshly.

Dmitri now gained ground towards the grounded man and swing the shield towards him, to which the man kicked. The move earned the man in the white tunic a chance to get up when Dmitri staggered back a little and when he did, he attempted to grapple Dmitri. When he did, the two of them struggled, both of them grunting and straining to overpower the other. But despite the man in the white tunic being not only taller but heavier than Dmitri, his strength started faltering as Dmitri started to overpower him.

"What is this? The work of the devil? Or of witchcraft? No man your size should be so strong!" The man protested to Dmitri.

As the man's arms started shaking due to his failing strength, Dmitri finally found an opportunity to strike him with the shield and with a great roar, he striked the man in the white tunic with all of his strength behind the metal shield.

BIIIIINNNNG!

The man in the white tunic flew several feet away, landing with a loud thud along. He groaned in pain and squirmed a little before Dmitri walked up to him and dropped the shield next to him. The man in the white tunic looked up to Dmitri and gasped,

"What are you?"

Dmitri smiled and kneeled down to the still recovering man, sparing his life.

"Dmitri. Dmitri Durchenko. So, what do you say comrade. Let's be friends, da?" he replied, holding out a hand and smiling a little.

The man in the white tunic, now with his helmet removed, reached out to Dmitri's hand and grasped it. Dmitri then helped the taller man back to his feet as he nodded his head in thanks and agreement.

"'Tis was a good fight. I am grateful for your mercy. What be your kingdom or king strangely dressed young knight? Defeating me in a duel is worthy of your house's recognition." he asked Dmitri, still gathering his breath.

"No king or kingdom. I used to fight for Soviet. Now I fight for Equestria."

"Equestria? A land of horses you say? What an odd-"

"Excuse me!" Annie protested.

"Oh! What a sight. Tis be an Equestrian?" the man in the white tunic asked.

"Da." Dmitri replied.

The man in the white tunic walked up to Annie and curtsied to her.

"Well I think a proper greeting is needed. I am Sir Rocon, first of my name and knight to the Templar order. I serve no king other than the true Lord himself. I have been acquainted with you sire but not of this lady. Might I ask what is your name Lady?"

"Annie. You can call me Annie."

"Excellent. I shall name you Lady Annie. Well, if I might ask you again sire, what is this place?"

"Equestria comrade."

"Oh. Yes. Hmm. One second I was in the fields of the Holy Land and the next, I find myself falling in darkness and encountering you Sir Durchenko. Interesting this is. Was this the work of witchcraft Sir Durchenko?" the knight now asked Dmitri again.

"Niet. The work of Nazi."

"Nazi you say? What is that? An Arabic cult? Satanic worshipers?"

"Something like that comrade."

"Hmm. Well I suppose in the Lord's name, I shall help you defeat these 'Nazi' satanic worshipers. Any and all threats to Christianity must be eliminated. I now pledge my sword to thee, noble Sir Durchenko. Not only have you defeated me in combat but you have earned my allegiance. I am now in debt to you Sir Durchenko for your gracious mercy. I swear to St. George I will uphold my codes in utmost-" the knight started, even kneeling down on the ground and holding out his sword to Dmitri before Dmitri interrupted him.

"I get it comrade. It's okay. You can get back up. No need to say all that."

"Yes, as you command sire." Sir Rocon replied, nodding his head and getting back up.

Sir Rocon then grabbed his helmet and sword and shield and dusted off some dust that had gathered on his broad shoulders after he had put on his equipment.

"So sire, what now?" Sir Rocon asked.

"We wait. You're not only one who came Rocon. Other comrades like you will show up."

"Then I shall help defend the Lady and yourself and her child. There may be others who show up who do not see the Lord's ways and may be hostile." the knight replied, brandishing his sword and shield.

As if on cue, a sudden flash appeared above the hole and sure enough, another body materialized out of nowhere, which then hit the ground with a loud grunt.

"Gah! What is this? A French trick?" a man brandishing similar clothing and armor to Sir Rocon now said, slightly groaning from the impact.