What I shoulder may be heavy, but I pray I can be the last one who can remain smiling.
Hello, friend. It’s me again. Well, another day another drama. You wouldn’t believe what happened to me today! My…. “respected” mentor, her highness Princess Celestia, has assigned another new mission for me. Now you would think its raiding the Windigo storms in the west or overseeing the Gryphus Games, but no. Hear this, friend- she wants me to go to a place called Ebony Everest. She says there is this creature there that needs taming since it is casting darkness over the land with its cruelty. Sounds like quite the challenge I can cut my teeth on. You would think it excites me. Well, it turns out there is more to this mission of my mentor.
This is where things get “interesting”, friend. It turns out the baggage for this trek of mine will not just be you and my rucksack. I’ll be carrying with me these things:
. My Saddle Arabia cloak given to me by the ambassador. (It must get quite cold in a place known as Ebony Everest)
. 4 extra hats. (Memo: Pack some extra bells, they are beginning to fall off.)
. My clippers. (wouldn’t want to get this cursed beard too dirty now, would we?)
. Some spare meat and vegetables.
*Here is where things get interesting*
I shall also be carrying with me:
. An anorexic man-child with a speech impediment as well as amblyopia (seriously, the fool cannot see past his own nose) and who has a body with the fragility of her highness’s China collection. (The man has sticks in his hair, for Celestia’s sake!)
. A young shaman maiden who appears to not be able to speak, the young lady speaks with her eyes and hands. It is quite admirable, in all honesty, but she is so small. I don’t know if I want to have such a burden on my shoulders to look after her. (I doubt if she even knows any spells or potions; it’s not like she can tell me…)
. A tall and…rather slender maiden mage. Looking at her hands, I doubt that she can cast a decent spell such as my own. I must say, the way she holds herself is almost royal in and of itself. Who does she think she is? A princess? Bah, I doubt she can lift a pebble with simple telekinesis. Her laugh was…quite nice though.
. A gruff, overbearing scarred man. His name is Comet. Greh, what a name, he thinks he that grand? All comets fade away in the end if they get too hot and with that attitude, he is sure to burn out soon enough. That coral headed, scar faced knight has another thing coming if he thinks he has any ruling over ME.
. THIS COLOSSAL MASS OF HAPPINESS THAT LITERALLY MAKES THE GROUND SHAKE WITH HER HOPS AND THE WINDOWS CRACK AT HER LAUGHTER. YOU HAVE NOT SEEN HER, FRIEND, BUT LET US HOPE YOU’RE LUCKY ENOUGH TO STAY THAT WAY. SHE IS LOUD, OBNOXIOUS, REPULSIVE, ANNOYING, BOISTEROUS, LUDICROUS, AND IS PROBABLY 600 POUNDS TOO MUCH ON MY SHOULDERS. (Let us both hope she is probably only joining us to slow down the hydras that prowl our hides….
Bah, curse me, my friend. No matter who he or she is, I must never ever wish pain or death on anyone else. Who am I to let anyone die?
Let us both hope that her highness has a good plan for all of us. I am rather curious to see why she has assigned these five strange people to me in such a journey of importance. Well, my friend, I shall see you soon. Let us hope it is on better terms.
Starswirl the Bearded