- >After a long day of hunting, you just wanted to get home
- >It was another slow day, no kills this time
- >As you walk back to your truck, the snowy, scenic forest helped distract from the annoyance of another bad day
- >Just before reaching the end a shimmer catches your attention from the corner of your eye
- >Pursuing the hazy mist in the distance you hardly notice as your old Mosin Nagant drops to the floor
- >An imposing hazy circular mist has taken place in the forest
- >Without thinking you touch it
- >It feels as if your souls is tugged from it's body
- >Blackness takes over
- >You awake to the face of two equines
- >You knew them
- >"Is this the one Celestia?"
- >You knew that voice!
- >"Yes, but I can no longer use my magic, the time has come."
- "Oh god is this really happening?"
- >The dark one moved back, Luna was just as pretty here as she was in the show
- >So was Celestia
- >They explain their situation, something about the balance of their world being broken
- >You're the one they decided to summon, with the last of their strength, to protect their land
- >How could you say no?
- >How could you deny all those ponies, their faces frozen in fear as you walked through the many corridors of the Canterlot castle
- >You were at the door now, Celestia nudged you forward
- >All they needed was an hour
- >"Please, just until the sun rises and I can rejuvenate my power," Celestia plead
- >What they didn't understand was your lack of magical ability, you weren't some master warrior
- >You were just a hunter, mediocre one at that
- >And you didn't even have your rifle, just a sidearm and a hunting knife
- >You were forced onto the narrow bridge, fear weighed in your chest
- >The M1911 in your hands was old, it had been your fathers
- >Seven bullets, then one in the chamber
- >And one knife
- >You took a deep breath, relaxing into a cool emptiness
- >The first one ran up, you could already see the horde behind it rolling up the bridge
- >You shoot, the bullet finding it's mark in the monstrosity's head
- >Two more roll up, two more killed
- >The dreaded sound of "Click, click" came all too quickly
- >But they didn't know that was empty
- >They waited a short distance from you, growling and yelling
- >You draw your knife slowly, dropping the empty pistol
- >A deep breath fills your shuttering chest
- >They charge, one or two die in your slashing fury
- >But soon it's too much
- >They tear at your leg, sending you to your knees
- >You plant the blade in one's neck, it gets stuck
- >A charging beast sends you on your back, the wind is knocked from you
- >You feel your shirt, pants and hands are wet
- >They charge past you, heavy feet break your arm and leg
- >With your dying eyes you spy a magnificent sight
- >The beauty of which nothing you've ever witness or imagine could witness
- >The first rays of sunlight illuminate the dark skies
- >You think you hear cheering and the sound of crackling magic, but you could care less
- >You close your eyes, the light of a rising sun giving you some measure of peace
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