in search of paradise part4 of the life and times

                                                      In search of paradise

                                                          By Warr Ainjal

      Flowing the river like the griffins’ .charger flue down the monten. The journey was a lot longer then she had hoped. Waking on the 3^rd day she noted the small bag of bits had fallen to taters. Apple and cherry’s love had all but drained form it. As she pondered the bag she now knew what kept her full on her flite.

      Off in the distance there was smoke .following the smoke was a town. And in that town a small clearing ware fillies and colts were playing. 1 of the fillies saw charger’s wings and horn. And in her young mind it cood Oley be princess clestea .charger ran back in to the woods. Wishing to hide her horn. Doing so in a puff of magic. She then turned to face her giggling pursuers. A young colt berated out (star lite that’s just a pegais you sure you don’t need glasses.)The annoyed Star Lite (Ha ha-ha ha very funny rock head.)  The colt chided, (The names rock cutter.)Charger. That’s enough you run along and play before your mother finds out. With that they all went back to the clearing.

      Charger fond she had just enough for a small room at the inn .the bag last strength gave out when it hit the counter. Spilling the bits out. Lying in bed she began to dread what daylight wood hold .as sleep finally came.

      Lockley a recruitment drive for something that charger had never heard of called the E.U. P. came to town. A stallion in gold armor called out for volunteers try out on the edge of town. Charger needed money and after beating off the griffin’s how bad cood it be. After seeing a rank of pony’s kike down a set of dummy’s. She stood in line to tilt at it herself .running up to it with charged hooves. The spring loaded dummy Oley went half way down. The drill sergeant began to lafe till it caught fire. After a privet doused the flames. The sergeant looked over the caprice of the dummy .spotting the marks of 2 hooves in discolored metal and a line of slag between them. Charger asked the sergeant why he was lafing before. After a lode snort sergeant bronze bar dared her to try it on him .charger wood Oley agree to do so if he took his armor off .stating it would do too much damage to him with it on. The brave bronze bar lafed as he took it off. And stood ready to take what he thought was a feather wait hit .much to his literal shock 2 lighting charged hooves slammed him to the dirt. His every mussel locked in pain. When speech finely came back he groaned (sh...  She’s in). Passing the other tests in rather strange ways. Charger and 4 others boarded a wagon to canterlot. To start there training.

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