Equestria Black Swordsman

      The Everwild Forest is an extremely unusual place. A place filled with its own wild, unbridled magic. A place with many surprises and dangers waiting at every turn for careless travellers. From the local flora, like a poisonous joke, to the fauna of timber wolves or cockatrices. And don't even try to assign any category to this forest - everything here is so confusing that first you see a dark oak tree, and a moment later you see a palm or birch tree in front of you. Also in the forest there are various anomalies of space and time or something similar, but it happens very rarely, even for a place like this. And on one of these days, as you can guess, the anomaly happened.

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      Guts's morning didn't start with a warm bed on the ship. Still asleep, he rolled over onto his back, enjoying the warmth of the sun, the birds singing and the slight sound of leaves.       Wait a minute!       Abruptly jumping up into a sitting position, he looked around. He was surrounded by all sorts of trees and bushes, and there were birds singing somewhere nearby. It looked like an ordinary forest, but it only looked that way. Guts had been in many different forests before, and he had even come across live trees! Well, living trees first. They met "Uncle Gun-in-Hand" and were never alive again...       We're getting away from the main topic, which is: "WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING HERE!". Even though the sun, which sometimes peeked out from the crowns of the trees and hung high in the sky, it was still darker than usual in the forest. Speaking of trees, they are very different here: somewhere there is needles, somewhere there is an oak, and here there is a birch. In short, Guts didn't realise where he was at all. "What am I doing here? How did I get here? And why am I in the forest and not on a ship at sea?".       Lots of questions, and zero answers. He looked around and noticed his two metre long Dragon Slayer sword gleaming in the light of the rare sun. The condition of the sword was excellent! It was as if it had just recently come out of the forge. Guts examined himself, just in case, because it wasn't every day that you went from a ship somewhere in the sea to a strange forest. After checking the area around him for enemies, but not seeing any, Guts began to take off his armour little by little. After removing some of the armour he didn't notice any wounds, just his scars, so he started to remove the armour on his arm where the prosthetic arm should have been, but immediately flinched. What he saw shocked him. Instead of a prosthetic arm, he had a full arm! Guts, trembling slightly, brought the other to his hand and, feeling the touch, yanked it away. — Soft and warm skin..... - the black swordsman said very quietly. - B-but it's impossible! How?       As he continued to examine his hand, he noticed strange patterns in the palm area, like the muzzle of a cannon, and almost imperceptibly, something that looked like the straps of a prosthetic on his shoulder. Unhooking the straps, his arm began to 'detach' from his body. A little startled, Guts picked up the arm and began to remove it little by little. Guts thought the healing of his arm was the strangest thing that had happened today, but he was wrong. Where he had cut off his arm, there was a continuation of it, but in the form of a translucent blue limb, with blue threads intertwined within it, giving off a blue glow. And looking inside the disconnected arm, he saw flesh and bone. Without much thinking or guessing, he reattached the arm, and, fastening the straps, tested the arm for function. It worked perfectly, as if he hadn't cut it off. Guts was definitely enjoying it. Yeah, he'd gotten the fuck out of it, but he now had two capable arms. Hoping for another miracle, Guts checked his eye. But no miracle happened to him. Putting his armour back on and hanging his sword behind his back, the black swordsman began to consider what he should do now. — First, it would be good to find people. - Guts said more cheerfully. So he did, heading wherever he could, towards the exit of the forest.

Two hours later.

— All right, where am I?"  - Guts scratched the back of his head and wondered.       The same forest surrounded Guts, but this time he could sometimes see strange apple trees with fruits the colour of rainbow. Guts would have just ignored them if it weren't for one thing. He was hungry. Logic told him that picking and eating unknown fruit was a bad idea, but Auntie Hunger said either you eat or you die. Guts knew hunger was no joke, so he picked the fruit and took a careful bite, expecting the worst. Starting to chew, he took another bite, and then another and another, until the apple ran out. "Juicy and incredibly tasty fruit!"  - Guts thought contentedly.       He began plucking more rainbow apples to satisfy his hunger. After finishing his meal, the black swordsman picked up some fruit for himself, saying that even though he didn't believe in the gods, it would be a sin not to pocket a couple of such beautiful apples. Guts continued on his way to the unknown-nowhere-but-away-from-humans, when suddenly he heard a child's cry. Guts turned towards the sound with a full body shudder and immediately ran towards it, placing his hand on the hilt of his sword. Upon reaching the source of the scream, Guts again realised nothing.       Five wolves, made as if of wood, were snarling at a small mare, white in colour with a lilac-pink mane and horn. She was wounded in the hind leg, which in turn was bleeding. The wolves growled louder and began to slowly approach the mare. Coming out of his prostration, Guts ran out of the bushes and decapitated one of the wolves with a sharp movement. The other beasts reared up and pinned their attention already on the black swordsman. Three of them jumped at Guts, but he grinned at them and with a swift movement he cut them all down with a single blow. The two remaining wolves didn't rush at the black swordsman, but he didn't care, and still grinning grimly, he pounced on them. He sliced one of them in two, causing splinters to fly everywhere, while the other one had its head split lengthwise. Finished, he turned towards the filly, who was looking at him with fear in her eyes. Suddenly he heard strange sounds from behind him and turned around to see the wolves he had killed starting to come together, forming a large timber wolf with something resembling a crown on its head. Not waiting for the creature to form, Guts out of habit raised his hand where the cannon should have been. Remembering that his hand was no longer a cannon, he wanted to lower it and draw his sword, but tongues of flame appeared on his fingers and a blue ball formed in the centre of his palm. The flames flew into the ball and it absorbed them and instantly flew into the wolf, burning it through, leaving a large hole in it. The wolf finally fell to the ground, decomposing into smouldering branches and roots. Making sure the beast was finally dead, Guts walked towards the mare and hovered over her, crouching down on one knee. The mare was trembling like an aspen leaf, she mumbled rapidly: — P-please don't kill.... — Easy, easy, easy, I'm not gonna kill you. - Guts said, trying to calm the filly. — You have a wound, let me bandage it. - The dark swordsman said with the gentlest smile possible.       Taking a bandage and ointment from his pouch, he began to dress her wound. The wound was a shallow claw cut left by who knows who. The filly stopped shivering and, waiting for Guts to finish, said quietly: — T-Thank you... — You're welcome, um... what's your name? - Guts asked with a questioning look. — Sweetie Belle. - she said with a little smile. — And I'm Guts. Let's get acquainted.