The Forgemaster looked down at the forge in front of him. He had gathered all the necessary materials and was ready to forge. As always, he wondered what exactly he should forge. A million possibilities floated through his mind, until he saw an appealing one and wrenched it from the depths of his mind. It was his personal sword, the one that had been by his side since before he could remember. Now, The Forgemaster had a very long memory but over the centuries, parts disappear and the past starts to blend together. But no matter how far back he went, this particular sword was there.

This sword's name: War, Eternal

Anything he forges for his own personal use seems to be named with some sort of time in it. Whether it be his shield; Bulwark of the Ages, or his breastplate; Endless Vigilance, everything had a name associated with time. That's hardly The Forgemaster's fault, however, as he let the things he forges name themselves.

But that was far from The Forgemaster's mind now. He only saw the metal, and what he wanted out of it. He heated the metals he needed and prepared them for forging. He readied his hammer, he readied his body, he readied his forge.

Anyone listening in would have felt a very low throb in the air. After a few minutes, a vibration also set in. They would also have heard the clanging of metal-on-metal emanating from the backyard of his home. He had done the same back in his old land, and he will do the same in Equestria. No one in his homeland knew what made this noise, some thought that they could make out words; but all just assumed it was all part of The Forgemaster's mastery of smithing.

And they were right.

But they had no clue just how far his devotion to forging went. Because he wasn't just making a noise or speaking to himself as he was forging:

He was Singing.

*5 hours later*

The Forgemaster was done with his creation: just as it was from his memories. War, Eternal was once more of this world, and it was back in his master's hands. It had taken 5 hours, 12 ingots of high-quality steel, and a small bucket-load of gems for runes, but he was done and happier than he had a right to be.

War, Eternal was the perfect weapon for The Forgemaster. It was too short to be a 2 handed sword, but too long to be held in one hand easily. But The Forgemaster used it interchangeably between the 2 styles. When he used it as a 2-hander, he could swing and recover far faster because of the shorter blade. When he held it with one hand, the enemy didn't register the added length to his sword and got within his reach unprepared. With the runes added it was nigh invulnerable to breaking and could cut through diamond. His claws may have been a master-work of engineering, but his blade was his true companion. The original, unfortunately, was back in his workshop in Azodious. But that didn't trouble The Forgemaster in the slightest, reproduction or no, it was still made up to the same high standards of The Forgemaster. It may as well have been the same sword.

His task complete, and his boredom cured, The Forgemaster now had to get ready to visit Princess Celestia. Well, he didn't actually have to prepare anything. He only had this one outfit, he had no baggage or travelling gear, and no money. In fact, his only personal possessions were the things he now wore and his newly-formed sword. So he just left towards Canterlot, a scant 3 hour walk away, if Celestia's memory served. He left without telling a single soul where he was going, but that didn't mean no-pony saw him leave. He had just stepped onto the correct path out of Ponyville when he heard a very loud call from behind him.

(A/N- Curse chronology! No one knows how long goes on in between episode! Introducing newly formed CMC, assumed to have formed yesterday.)

"CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS- HUMAN OBSERVERS!"

The Forgemaster was nearly bowled over when 3 tiny fillies ran into him from behind. He managed to not lose his footing, however. So he just picked up the closest filly, an orange Pegasus, and lifted her to his face.

"Hmm… no you are too small! Go back to your families."

"No! We're observing you!" the Pegasus said with determination in her eye.

"Tiny one! I do not need observing. Go home."

"But Twilight said we had to!"

"Why is it that Twilight Sparkle insists on interfering with my business?"

The small, familiar looking, unicorn spoke up and very eloquently asked, "Huh?"

"Ever since I have arrived in Ponyville, Twilight Sparkle has been getting on my nerves; she even tried to look through my mail. Now go home tiny creatures."

The Earth pony spoke up, with a very familiar accent, "Do we have to?"

"Yes, little one. I am going to Canterlot, you cannot follow me there."

With a chorus of "A'www's" the 3 young fillies left The Forgemaster and walked back to town. He looked back at them with… something… in his eyes, but then continued on his journey to the capital city of Equestria.

*Canterlot*

As The Forgemaster entered the city of Canterlot, he did not like what he saw. He looked about and saw nothing but rich noble-ponies and their servants. It infuriated him to no end. He positively despised nobles. He had only ever met a handful he would consider acceptable to dine with swine. The looks these ponies were giving him only made him angrier. However, he managed to restrain his anger as he walked through the city. He was almost there when the inevitable happened. All the way there the ponies had been talking about him: judging him like he wasn't present, but the straw that broke the camel's back came in the form of a flippant comment. He had managed to avoid murdering these obnoxious ponies, but this particular stallion made a remark that he would regret for the rest of his life: He insulted War, Eternal.

The obnoxious unicorn had said this, "Ugh, his clothes may be bad but that sword! Unforgivable."

That was the pony's last sentence, and subsequently his last words, before his voice was replaced with screaming.

The Forgemaster acted quickly, he pulled the stallion's cloak over his head then kicked in his front leg. Crippled, the pony couldn't flee when The Forgemaster kicked him down the hill, slowly gaining momentum as he rolled along the street. He almost made it out of the city at an impressive speed had there not been one obstacle: The City Gate. With a *Clang!*that would reverberate throughout the entire city, the stallion impacted the gate, denting it.

When the ponies looked back at the creature that had done this… he was gone.

The Forgemaster boldly walked up to the entrance to the castle of the Princesses. He noticed the guards, and they him. The Forgemaster had been alive a very long time, and it was always rare to see such discipline, but he knew exactly what these guards were thinking. Regardless of how well trained someone or somepony is, many things still appear in your eyes. He walked up to the doorway they were guarding and didn't acknowledge them, he came within a step of where they were when he noticed the muscles on their sides tense up.

So he said, "I can practically feel the hostility here. You're not going to let me pass, are you?"

Though they didn't respond with words, he saw everything on their minds: surprise, anger, just a hint of fear, them wondering how he knew and who he was.

"Perhaps Princess Celestia had not given you a description, she wanted to meet me, I am The Forgemaster."

They still didn't respond with words, but he noticed their eyes expanded just a bit at the familiar name.

"I can tell by your reactions that you were informed of me, I'll enter now." And he walked right in, but not before utter surprise rolled across the guard on his left's face for just an instant.

He walked past laughing.

There was only the hallway to follow; it didn't branch off at all. So he just kept going forward until he came to be in a very large, very regal throne room, with an equally regal Princess Celestia sitting on the throne on the other side. He was noticed immediately.

"Forgemaster! I received you message and I was very troubled about what you had done. But after giving it some thought, and going through your memories, I decided that it was fine. How better to start off a healthy working relationship than to know everything about each other?" It seems the Princess was in a positively bubbly mood.

She continued, "But I have some questions. First, your name wasn't in this gem. And large sections of your memories are gone. Care to explain that?"

"Of course, my lord. Around 500 years ago I cracked under the pressure of being immortal, I recovered from my insanity several years later but I had forgotten much about my past due to it. My name was part of the memories I didn't manage to recover."

"Oh, maybe that was the large blank spot, the others I assume were due to the insanity but the memories in between were ones you recovered?", he nodded, "Interesting, but understandable. It can be difficult; being immortal." She sighed, he sighed too.

"Watching your friends grow old, while you stay the same." He said.

"Succumbing to loneliness because no-pony can possibly understand."

"Never finding your true love."

"The pressure of having every-pony look to you for guidance."

"Never having a family because they would just grow old while you watch."

"The knowledge of a lifetime, with no-pony to grasp it."

"The fear that Satan has something truly horrifying in store for you, if you do die."

"I don't understand that one."

"You should, you have my mind in that tiny stone right there."

"Yes, but I haven't looked through the whole thing yet. It's surprisingly organized… like a library, with sections and sub-categories. That's strange for a mind, you know. Most ponies have unorganized rabble for brains."

"Yes, I get the feeling. Those 6 'Elements of Harmony' are not what I would expect from a kingdom's heroes. I mean, they have all of the stereotypical fatal flaws but no one to guide them."

The room was empty of conversation for a moment before he continued.

"I am here for a reason Celestia. If you would allow me to continue…"

"Go ahead, Forgemaster."

She was not ready for what came next.

He raised War, Eternal parallel to the ground, and then lifted his palm to lie on top of it.

He then spoke, "Princess Celestia, with you as my witness, I hereby bind myself to the royal family of Equestria, to serve Equestria until my heart ceases, my mind stops, and my senses die."

He cut a diagonal cut across his palm with War, Eternal, then he held his hand out towards Celestia, palm down, a stream of blood dripping from the wound to the floor. Celestia gasped at the sight.

"With my blood I make this pact. So long as it flows within my heart I shall serve in whatever capacity that is required. I will remain loyal to the crown, and until this undying body does so: I shall serve. I make this pact in the eyes of all the gods, known and unknown, good and evil, alive and dead, worshipped and feared. Know that this blood-binding oath is unceasing and eternal."

As soon as he said 'Eternal' there was a bright flash that came from none of the occupants of the room. When it was gone, The Forgemaster's hand was healed, and the bloody floor was clean.

The Forgemaster suddenly grinned and yelled, "THE PACT IS ACCEPTED!"