FANDOM


Disclaimer

This fanfiction is a loose retelling of an actually blog created by the Candlekeeper, called Hurt/Heal. This fanfiction contains foul language, violence, and slight amounts of blood. If you are under the age of 13 you should not read this. Read at your own risk.

Author's Note

This chapter had a rough time getting finished. After slaving over it for a couple of days, I woke up this morning to finish it, only to realize that the file for this chapter had corrupted for some reason. I was steamed, that I had to write it all over again. So after binge writing for 7 hours, here you go the next chapter. The Black Dove.

Begin Chapter Five

(Blue's POV)

-


After the whole Meester Tweester fiasco, we all trotted back to “peaceful meeting” we were currently having. It still felt like the cold metal of Unknown’s knives were pressed against my throat. It was lucky I couldn’t reach my walkie-talkie, or I would have had Sea take him out from his spot on the hill. What makes it worse is that Epic wants to recruit him for our side. I warned her many times that he’s dangerous. Epic was once a great soldier, but seems to be well past her peak performance level strategy-wise. It always seem like I have to correct her on some problem in her battle plans. If she didn’t have me her army would have all been killed in the first day of this war, and Luna would be easily slaughtered. I have no idea why she’s the leader and not me, but that’s beside the point.

-


We arrived back at the meeting area, Meester Tweester with us now. Notebook in hand he looked pretty excited, despite Unknown glowering back at him. Every time I see him, I see the young innocent soul he once was. Not many know about his past, or where he came from, but I do. I knew him way before he was referred to as the UnknowProdigy He came from Grieta, he was fighting against his hometown at the beginning of The War at the Rift. I remember his past, because I grew up with him. We were in the same year at the local school. We met by him bumping into me in the hallway. I was carrying quite a few books at the time and they all spilled out on the floor. He picked them up and proceeded to spend the next five minutes apologizing to me. After he had said sorry for the umpteenth time, the first bell rang and he ran off. We met again after school, this time engaging in an actual conversation. Though I did most of the talking. He was a great listener.

-

Looking at him now I still see a hint of the childhood sparkle in his electric blue eyes. Although, when I look again I see something clouding that old innocence, corruption. It was my own fault. I should have been friends with him, maybe even more than friends. Maybe when we got older we could get married and live peacefully together forever, but it wasn’t meant be. The Sisters Three must have been cruel to Unknown. He lost his entire family to a house fire, and he was the only one who got out alive. After that his behavior became erratic. He was no longer the lovable pony I had grown to care about. His mind began to fissure at the foundation.

-

While this was happening, a transfer from the Southern District arrived at our school. We met once in the line for lunch, and struck a decent conversation. He told me that his name was Seaswirl. We began having longer conversations. I talked to Unknown less and less. Eventually we began going on dates. Years later we got married, and started a family. Then one dark and stormy day the Ninpundists came. The War started and Sea got drafted. I couldn’t be without him, so I left our children with my parents and we both shipped out. Joining the Rebellion against the Ninpundists.

-


Then during one border skirmish I saw him. The pony from my childhood, now named the UnknownProdigy. He was a wonder on the battlefield. I could see why he took the name. He was quite the prodigy. Still, maybe he took it so he could forget his past, and the home and ponies he left behind. As I saw him there, I knew that all of the innocence and peace of mind he had were once gone. Like a dove who had been tainted black with war and violence. There he was, UnknownProdigy, the black dove. After a fierce battle with Bunker Guy he was subdued and Bunker gave him a choice that I wish I could have stopped. Either he had to kill the general of the Ninpundists or Bunker would kill him on the spot. Unknown must have been terrified by the almost pitch black pony pointing a revolver at his head, because he chose the second option. I wish I could have stopped Bunker, just ran up to him and pushed him to the ground to save my childhood friend. I could have done it, but I didn’t. Maybe it was because I didn’t see the pony I once did in those mesmerizing blue eyes. Or at least they were once mesmerizing, now they were harsh and burned into you when he looked directly at you.

-

A few days later he arrived at our base camp, with two blood stained knives hanging down at his side. He told us of his story and what he had done. The Ninpundists were without their greatest asset. To this day, I hope Bunker regrets letting him join our cause afterwards. Only a few short weeks later, his second in command had was found with several bullet wounds in his torso and one in his head to obviously finish him off. His revolver and sniper rifle were also missing.

-

The days on the battlefield soon became chaos. Random ponies were picked off one by one by a mystery sniper. His aim was impeccable, better than even Sea’s. There were many times I would fire incendiary arrows into the small grove of trees he was sitting in. After it had burned to nothing, there was no one there. Then shots would be fired from a completely different position. Many people died, all because of Bunker not killing Unknown in the first place.

-

Not to mention, I hate guns. The only reason I have a gun strapped across my back is because no good bows are around. Nevertheless, I’m currently making one. It just feels more natural in my hooves, not as clunky as a gun. Using your tongue to pull the trigger on something with that much kick is never a good idea. With a bow you don’t have to deal with that nonsense.

-

I come out of my flashback and realize we are back at the meeting place. Grovyle had just said something that I had missed in my daydreaming. I glance over at Epic who is thinking very thoughtfully about it. “No, we cannot work together for the greater good. Knowing Celestia she’ll just be a massive control freak.” Epic protests, “So to your offer I must say thanks, but no thanks.”

-

“Well, I love the idea, Grovyle.” Turtle says, “My group and I would love to join this Solar Empire of yours. You have the power of Ninpundo behind you.”

-

“Thank you and welcome to the ranks of the Light Calvary.” Groyvle says, “Anyone else? Bunker?”

-

I hear Bunker snort, “Join your cause.” He spats, “I don’t thinks so, buddy. If you didn’t realize it yet, but my faction is called The Rebellion for good reason. We do not ally with anyone, besides ourselves thank you very much.”

-

“Fine, Bunker.” Candle retorts, “Why don’t you go and make your super important plans. I’m sure you can defeat two princesses and their armies by yourselves. Yeah good luck with that.”

-

With that, Bunker huffs, calls attention to his army. Then, has them begin to march off. “Don’t think this is over, Grovyle.” He challenges, “I will finish of Celestia, that’s a promise.”

-

“It’s a shame you will be breaking that promise very soon Bunker.” Celestia adds, “Now be gone with you.”

-

Bunker, showing better judgement, bolts off. “Now that he’s gone. There’s one more thing I must address.” I realize that Epic is looking at Unknown, “UnknownProdigy, will you join the Lunars?”

-

Unknown stands up, “I would be honored to join your cause.” It sounds as if he’s choking on the words he is speaking. There is no sincerity to it, whatsoever. He begins to walk over to our side of the area. As he walks by me he gives me a glare and then keeps walking. “I now call this meeting adjourned. See you on the battlefield.” Candle says.

-

As everyone begins to leave, I pull Epic aside. “Are you crazy!?” I demand, “Don’t you realize how dangerous he is? He could kill all of us while we sleep!”

-

“I’m sure he’ll be a great soldier, Blue.” Epic answers, “You need not worry. I’m sure his old ways are behind him.”

-

“Behind him!?” I challenge, “He tried to kill me! You're telling me that he’s ways have changed. Are you completely blind?”

-

“Ah, but you insulted his pride.” Epic responds, “I would have done the same thing. He most likely wouldn’t have killed you. Now call Sea down, we have to leave.”

-

As Epic walks off with UnknownProdigy behind her, I mutter. “Fine, we shall see how long it takes for you to get a knife in your back.”

-

The black dove has been released.

End Chapter Five

Credits

Orginal Blog Creator- The Candlekeeper

Writer- UnknownProdigy

Fanfiction's title inspiration- Guildmaster Grovyle

Main Supporter- Seaswirl10

Special Thanks to- The Bunker Guy, UglyTurtle, Bluelighting, EpicLuna123, Seaswirl10, Guildmaster Grovyle, and The Candlekeeper for letting me use their names in this chapter

Nitpicker on Spelling and Grammer- Bluelighting (I kid, I kid)

Thanks for reading

 The Nameless War by UnknownProdigyjRXx5KS.png 

PrologueChapter 1(2)23456789101112131415161718192021222324252627(28)28293031323334

PrologueThe Darkest Dawn(The Keeper of Light)The Prodigy of DeathDarkness Clouding the Keeper of LightThe MeetingThe Black DoveThe Beginning of the Battle of the StarsAn Eye for An Eye......Makes the Whole World Blind.ImbalancePlaying With FireA Star Goes DarkSecond ChancesWe're All Mad HereFriend or Foe?Dark BeginningsCursedBroken Glass and Shattered DreamsDeath and ScrewdriversBlinded by FearSelf-destructionInertiaMercilessSix Feet UnderThe Second YearStalking ShadowsCrimson MoonBlindsided(Crimson Tide)Twisted MoralsFrostbiteFragmented NightMiseryVices and VirtuesDarkened RainbowsSilver