Well, here is my first upload for the year. it's not much, but it's something I wanted to do. To show, Whitescar's home. While yes, I know it's not that long, but I just wanted to give a very basic show of it. As well, as how some people are taking having a superhero in their city.

Anyway, hope you guys enjoy it, and next Neolythia story, may introduce a new superhero or supervillain, or both.



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A cool breeze ruffled the trees around the outskirt of the city. The city of Neolythia became different, when you moved away from the office buildings, the department stores, the warehouses and the docks. The suburbs lay out, like a ring that went for a while from the main part of the city. A mile away from the end of the suburbs, in the North-West direction, was Neolthia’s satellite city. Kids played in the parks, and yards, while others discussed, or in case of some argued, who was stronger, Whitescar, Elementia or Void Master.

“Whitescar is the best of them all” A boy said to his friends, as they looked up from game.

“Void Master is cool, he put her on the run” one of his friends added in.

“Nuh-uh, Whitescar kicked his butt! Void Master went running from the coolness that Whitescar has” a girl said, agreeing with the first boy, as he nodded to his friend.


A light grey furred mare smiled; as she heard the kids talk about the city’s protector. Pushing a strand of blue hair out of the way, she continued on her jog. Her hair wasn’t all blue; it was mainly brown, streaked with blue. Blue eyes taking in the houses as she passed by them on her jog, the breeze feeling nice.

Amynta was lucky to live in Neolythia, even though; she didn’t exactly live in the city itself. Rather lived in a part of the city that was really the woods, between the large city and its satellite city. Still, it wasn’t bad, and she was glad to have a place to call home, when she wanted to rest on breaks, from her job. Hard work, but she always enjoyed the feeling she got for a job well done. Plus, hearing the praises does make her heart swell with joy, knowing people do look up to her.


Her jog continued for twenty more minutes, as she started down an old, beaten path. Trees overgrown with slight cuts in the branches so they provided more like an arch-way. Vines coming down, acting as a curtain at several places, as the mare slowly pushed them aside, before checking the trunks of the trees. The pleasant scent of the woods met the mare’s nose as she smiles, and continues, going at a slower pace.

Birds chirped, and the foliage rustled, as small animals ran, or looked for food, adding to the sound of nature. Amynta paused as she stood there, eyes closed before she continued down the path, whistling a small tune, one she wasn’t sure where she picked it up from. Could be from a time, before her first memory, she wish she could remember, but there was nothing there. Just her waking up, out of a box in a dump, she still wonders about that, and why she was there.

A shake of the head, pushed the thoughts out of the mare’s head, as she came to her home. A study cabin stood at the end, surrounded by the woods, offering a good defence for the mare. And to keep noisy people from looking in on her. The cabin itself was sturdy, able to withstand the elements, as it had for years before Amynta found it. Of course, she waited before she moved in, made sure no one owned it, and doing a few quick sweeps inside, revealed no-one had used it in quite some time.

The cabin, when she found it, was covered in moss, with plants growing all over it. ‘That took some time to clean up’ she thought, as she looked it over. Two windows over looked the front porch, as part of the roof came out, to cover it. Her eyes were drawn next to the small, fenced off area, a place where she had a little bit of a garden. Something she wasn’t terribly good at, but it helped to save what little money she got from her part time jobs. Sides, was easy to take care of, and she read books on how to garden and a bit on farming.

Turn her attention, back to the cabin; she walked up to the steps, before casting another look around the woods. Seeing no-one there, she nodded, before she muttered something. Energy came off her as it flooded the area, with light.

With a final flash of bluish-white light and the mare looked different. Her fur, now a pure white, with her torso covered in a light blue leotard, with circle of yellow cloth, at the shoulders. A yellow scar like symbol, ran across her chest as a clasp, with the same symbol, hang near the top of her breasts. Round, with yellow along the edges, but deep blue inside, the clasp had a whiter version of the scar like symbol. A long deep blue cape flowed behind her, as her more fox like tail twitched slightly. The tail was white, until it got to a light blue, and then dark blue at the tip.

Her form arms were covered in brown bracers, running from her wrists to just over her elbows. Both sides, ending with a yellow trim, just like the leotard. Part of the bracer on her right arm was covered, by a computer like device. Light, and covering half her forearm, it had a green screen, that alien writing danced across it, as she gave it a glance.

Her digitigrade legs were covered in the chaps she wore, with only the leotard covering up lower part of her torso as well. Her inner thighs were shown, though the chaps reveal her white fur, and that it’s more comfortable for when she does her duty. Dark blue boots covered her hooves as she moved, across the pouch. She paused as she saw, her blue eyes, peering from her dark blue mask, under her hat. A gold horn poked out from the top, as she pushed the door open, as she broke focus on her reflection.

“Home, sweet home, well, as good as one as ever” Whitescar said, as she stepped inside, and glanced around. It was Spartan to say the least, as the superhero didn’t really own much. A few books, which she found after people had thrown them out. A military like cot, sat against a wall, and served as her bed.

To the far left corner of the room, was a box, metal, with strange symbols, and a panel near the top. This was the first time, Whitescar remembered, after being awoken. She remembered the dump, the box was in, and that she had emerged from it. The unicorn-fox, didn’t know why, as all thoughts to before that moment, were met with darkness.

She gave a sigh, as she walked over to it, and ran a hand over its smooth surface. “Hopefully, you will give up your secrets someday. Tell me, why I am here, where I came from” she said, softly, before taking a seat on her bed. She promised to find out, why she was here, to learn of her kind. But for now, she would relax as she picked up a book she been reading.


After all, being a superhero you rarely get time to relax before the next call comes in.