The Ponyborn

By Albert C. Shadowfax

    Note: This story is based in the video game Elder Scrolls: Skyrim, and the main character is an human, or Nord       to specif. Also It will switch form 1st to 3rd depending on the situation.

Ever since I was a little lad, I dreamed of being a warrior fighting in huge battles, protecting my home from dangerous creatures like trolls and dragons, or traveling to far lands exploring ancient ruins finding treasures. But sadly fate had other plans, I was working in the port city of Solitude as black smith trying to earn enough money to attend bards college. It was hard work and did’t provide much pay, to make matters worse a war had started up and the imperials forced me to work for free.  Selfish bast...

“Haldor, you call this sharp?” The voice cut through Haldor’s thoughts, he looked up from kindling his furnace to see one of the Imperial guards standing with his blade drawn, holding it  forward so Haldor could see. “How is this suppose to kill a Stormcloak if it can’t even cut bread?”

Haldor heard snickering from behind the soldier, he looked past the guard to see two other soldiers laughing at the scene before them. Oh great, more halfwits trying to taunt me he thought bitterly. He reached up to take the sword from the man, only to have it pulled out of his reach.

“You don’t deserve to take it from me.” The man smiled, then threw the sword it a puddle of muddy water. “Go fetch it you dog.”Anger swelled up in Haldor as the three soldiers burst out laughing. He turned and grabbed his dull butter knife he used when eating.

“Here something more fitting for you” He said with a grin. Anger flashed in the mans eyes  and he swung his fist right at haldor. His instincts took over as he dodged the man’s attack and the lashed out with his own fist catching the soldier in the face. With a crunch the man fall backwards, clutching his nose as blood ran down his face. With a shout, the two other guards ran over towards them.

“Your going to be spending some time in jail for this!” One guard shouted as he drew his sword and stopped in a fighting stance. Haldor opened his mouth to protest but was interrupted as the Western guard tower exploded in a ball of fire, raining stones every where in the town. He stood there in complete shock, but broke out as one of the guard shouted.

“HOLY SH..” The soldier was silenced as dog sized rock impaled him, haldor turned from the gruesome sight and looked up to what had to be the biggest bird in the world.  Wait! that’s no bird! its a.. Pony?

“MUFFINS!” Another ball of flame flew out of its mouth and exploded in the side of a house. Haldor started running, following the rest of the fleeing soldiers towards the main stronghold, while the pony continued to cause havoc around the town, and would sometimes drop down and eat a soldier.

He ran as fast as he could, and finally reached the inside of the fort, right as the two heavy oak doors slammed shut. He looked around at the faces of the survivors, three soldiers and two civilians. It was real quite, inside and outside, and then everyone started talking at once.

“Was that a... a pony?”  

“Why us?”

“Are there any others alive?”

“What now?”

Haldor, tired and confused, went over and sat down in a chair and attempting to clear is head, but there was to many questions going though his mind. What am i going to do now? and how can ponies eat humans?...