Somewhere: Wander and Brier 6 by TheDescendantofKehAn, literature
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Somewhere: Wander and Brier 6
The Somewhere Cycle
Volume 1: "Wander and Green Brier"
Written by The Descendant
Chapter 6
Green Brier:
It was still before dawn, the second time I awoke. There is an unusual sensation across my foreleg and I awake to find Jeroh is standing next to my bed, massaging my leg, looking down on me with sad eyes.
"Jeroh?" I asked, "What's wrong?"
"You you were cryin' in your sleep, sir cryin' pretty bad," speaks my summoner.
"Well, yes," I say, "I had a dream."
I had been about to say "bad dream". As he looks on I put a smile on in the dim light, then returns to his bassinet.
Wander:
The second time I wake up bawlin', shak
Somewhere: Wander and Brier 5 by TheDescendantofKehAn, literature
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Somewhere: Wander and Brier 5
The Somewhere Cycle
Volume 1: "Wander and Green Brier"
Written by The Descendant
Chapter 5
Wander:
As far as balls go, that one weren't the worst I'd ever had to sit through. I've never been much at social functions. Sam wasn't either. He hated them so. I guess that rubbed off on me.
This one started off fine, with the main square of Ponyville covered in bunting, and with a pretty healthy lookin' spread set out for us along the long rows of tables.
It's funny, I feel lighter without mah' armor, almost free of an encumbrance, as it were. As I try to eat I notice more than a few eyes on me, and I become self-conscious. Damn it all.
Ther
Somewhere: Wander and Brier 4 by TheDescendantofKehAn, literature
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Somewhere: Wander and Brier 4
The Somewhere Cycle
Volume 1: "Wander and Green Brier"
Written by The Descendant
Chapter 4
Green Brier:
All of that, Black Hat's tearful goodbye, the review through the streets of Ponyville, my goodbye to my colts that had all progressed and completed by 11 a.m.
By noon I am ready for some nourishment. I was in no mood to stay in camp in any case. My division was dissolving. Soldiers were taking their leave. They were starting down the long roads that would take them to the places they called home my soldiers were leaving, and I feel as a parent watching his children leave. Only my officers knew to stay on until after the ball
Somewhere: Wander and Brier 3 by TheDescendantofKehAn, literature
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Somewhere: Wander and Brier 3
The Somewhere Cycle
Volume 1: "Wander and Green Brier"
Written by The Descendant
Chapter 3
Chapter 3
Green Brier:
Over the course of the next three years Sycamore Corps launches a series of offensives that carry our flags deeper into the Everfree Forest and farther along the mountains than they had been placed in generations.
We defeat the Chrey utterly, their officers throwing down their swords and laying on the ground in supplication. We push so deep into their columns that we reach the places where they are sheltering their old, their young, their sick and wounded.
So, it is like any of the peoples coming over the mountains th
Somewhere: Wander and Brier 2 by TheDescendantofKehAn, literature
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Somewhere: Wander and Brier 2
The Somewhere Cycle
Volume 1: "Wander and Green Brier"
Written by The Descendant
Chapter 2
Green Brier:
I first meet my Bobby in a place where old rivers slice through ancient mountains.
All around are the men, the humans. They are arrayed in the formations of an army, and my old owner is one of them.
They wear the colors of smoke and earth. I guess that this is a new army they still seem to enjoy the prospect of war far too much.
As we stroll along the lines of soldiers he wheels me about, and gives me a command. I, in that vast animal body, dip down in what I would call a bow. When my head comes back up I am looking at slight h
Somewhere: Wander and Brier 1 by TheDescendantofKehAn, literature
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Somewhere: Wander and Brier 1
This work of fan fiction contains characters, ideas, situations, and places found in the Hasbro Studios series "My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic". No infringement of copyright is implied by this work of satire and parody, and this work is meant as a celebration of the people involved in the creation, development, and production of the series.
Somewhere in time's own space
There must be some sweet pastured place
Where creeks sing on and tall trees grow
Some paradise where horses go
For by the love that guides my pen
I know great horses live again.