Title: Reborn Author: SignasFabon Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/XpRYev55 First Edit: Saturday 2nd of May 2015 12:00:01 AM CDT Last Edit: Saturday 2nd of May 2015 12:00:01 AM CDT The call of war and the monstrosities that are made into the world. A thunderous race of screams and determined faces ready to defend their homes. This is the place where Stallions die, the fields of death. Magic rays of explosive magic scorching the soldiers into burnt mulch. Fired from massive cannons of Unicorn magic that are etched with symbols of the arcane. Two sides, one banner of The Sun and the other of The Moon. I am amongst the ponies of the Moon, watching as my comrades attack the hoard of enemies. I can't even move, i've seen three of my well known friends get cut to pieces. And, I can't move, I'm going to die if I don't fight.           Its like a show watching all these poor souls die for a cause no pony should care about. I'm decked in full armor and expressing the glory of battle and I can't even raise the blade on my head to attack. Pony blood seeping out of their love for their princess that would not protect them from the scorching magic or the cutting blade.           And then [i]this[/i] happened.           I scream, I howl, I press my hoof down as hard as possible. The arrow caused my show to end, landing in my right eye. My teeth clench, blood running down over my face and getting my nice armor stained. I lay on the ground, tired and scared, the fear of death consuming me. Crying like a stupid foal that hasn't been fed. It all seems like the end, before my arrow gets pulled out from my socket. A force that I thought would nearly make me unconscious.           "[b]Get up now you cockroach![/b]"           I look up, a bearded nobody that I do not know. Glaring at me, expecting me to continue in this frantic chaos. He forces me up and looks at me like I'm some kind of pathetic sub-pony.           "[b]Fight you coward! Fight![/b]"           He runs into the fray and I run with him. It was some type of rage from the eye getting stabbed, or the fearlessness he exuded. Either way, I ran into the enemy and jagged them hard with what perception I had left. Many fell at my blade that was stained with their very essence. A type of blood-lust emerged inside me, nothing else would get in the way of my brutality any longer. Not my prissy upbringing, not any-pony calling me a weakling and talking down me. No, it will be the excitement of battle that would bring me forward.           "Die! Die! Die!"           I've nearly counted how many I have introduced to death. Twenty-four have succumbed to it, and the party has just begun. Its like I've developed an edge over all those squandering ponies who don't know what war is. Lets hope it keeps me alive for as long as it lasts. I can't get their wounds out of my head, one cut through the throat as he tried his best to cover the blood dripping out or what about that one where I lopped off one of its legs and sent it reeling to a group of aggressors?           Who knew war was so much fun.           "Look out!"           Behind me, a large minotaur approached ready to get me . I swiftly turn before the beast is met with blade to head. I look behind the fallen thing, the creature that caught me off guard. It was him, the same stallion with the shaggy beard atop it!           "Are you gonna kiss me? Or are you going to kill something!?". He roared and continued his massacre, It felt reassuring that he came to the rescue.           Minutes later and lives had been claimed many, many times. It was amazing how many I have killed. A sudden flash of light directed my attention and I saw her.           She was glowing and inflamed brightly. Her mane burning with hatred and her speed unfathomable.           It was then, that was the last thing I saw while alive.           Like a dream the whole battle was.           Like a dream.           ---------           I awake, I feel like I'm laying in darkness.           There is a fire somewhere giving warmth.           My eyes search for answers and are swiftly met with a voice.           "Your awake warrior."           I turn up from the hard surface my body is on and noticed her. Princess Celestia's abdomen leaking out stomach fluids, laying upon the wall exhausted.           "Traitor Queen? why did you save me?"           "I didn't save you, I killed you and had to restore you back."           "What? For what purpose!?"           "There is not enough to explain for this war and all of this travesty child, but I'm taking a risk to fix all of this by reviving you.", Celestia held something in her hoof and clenched it weakly. "Take this..."           Something was definitely odd about this yet, it felt like there was more to this than previously thought. Taking the cylindrical stone, it melted right into the hoof. The sensation was painful, I screamed out as it penetrated the flesh and went engraved into the bone. A power sweeps over and my right eye feels restored.           "Good, now I will take you to a time before this mess ever occurred, a time of friendship..."           The agony of the stone would not stop, it was affecting the whole body.           "What are you going to do!?" I say, between screams of pain.           "I'm going to fix everything, even if it kills me."           Princess Celestia's magic surged before a pearl-white portal emerged. Instantaneously getting sucked in through it created screams of terror from him.           Celestia shed a tear as the portal closed. With her last bit of magic now gone, she closed her eyes to rest.           A breeze, somewhere a heat felt on the face. There was something different about this. No screams of violence coming at full speed. Nothing odd or surprising to happen, it felt peaceful and calm. Dirt can be dug easily, not like the hard ground in the battlefield or the smooth rock of the cave from before.           Then, the pain returns to the arm. It was quick and felt like it had literally caught on fire, but it wasn't as bad as the previous time. Images go through my head and I flounder about with them coursing through the mind so harshly. It was consuming my senses and wouldn't stop.           [i]Tia, why won't you give me the spell to create Alicorns!? Its within my right![/i]           [i]I've told you before, Luna its not something to be played with, the consequences could be disastrous[/i]           The princesses in the castle as usual, Is this before the war had started?           [i]I've had enough of you holding me back![/i]           [i]Oh? And what will you do? Transform and be returned to the moon for another thousand years?[/i]           [i]Unlikely, although your precious bearers have met the same fate[/i]           [i]What!? Luna what have you done!?[/i]           [i]You think that your precious elements will save you this time? Your tyranny will be stomped out![/i]           [i]How!?[/i]           [i]That is none of your concern, now begone!![/i]           How unexpected, Princess Luna attacked her, but that doesn't make any sense. We were always taught that Princess Celestia attacked first...           No, these visions can't be real. Our princess is the true way and-           "Gasp! Are you alright!?"           And thats the gist of it, further in the story he tried to investigate the truth to why he was sent back. Later he slowly evolves into some kind of powerful earth pony from the thing engraved into his hoof. He doesn't directly meet the main six, but he meets them loosely on his investigations.           Or           There was this idea I had that the same premise, but with Night light(Twilight Sparkle's Father) is from the future and over time investigates the princesses while living in the old time, but it felt pretty difficult to write what he had been doing and what had been going through his mind throughout that period.   Whatever feels best Starla.