The Equestrian Omni-Knight

by Azure5555

All Roads :Pt1.

Downtrodden, broken, and in utter shambles Trixie Lulamoon hauled her home through the horrifying Everfree...that is until a great mass of fluff and hunger demolished the wagon that held all her belongings (save her only hat and cape). She was down on her luck, but when has it ever been to the contrary. A single unicorn, who had just recovered enough from her last failed performance in the city of Canterlot, now sat beside the wreckage of her mobile stage. Trixie wept at the desolation of wood and nail, or at least she would have were it not for the encroaching manticore that was beginning to size her up.

This was it. Her failed miserable life was finally over and she never even got to meet that strange beast from her dream. The manticore swung it's paw, and the world was red.

From the wreckage of an underground prison cell walked an upright, long haired, and very nude disheveled being. It's bones had been visible through whatever skin and flesh it still held as he ventured with a lost expression.

For a day he wandered through darkness, not truly knowing if he had been going the right way, it was safe to assume he didn't even grasp the concept of direction. Then the poor thing heard it; a resigned cry of pain. He ran as fast as he could in the direction of the sound. When he saw the blood he went mad. Unholy fire began to peel away the skin of his arms as the beast what spilled the blood of the unicorn in front of him was pummeled by great skulls of fire.

Blood trickled from the arms of the once lab rat, which wasn't to say he was at a disadvantage...in fact the manticore had lost its stinger, it's left wing and a considerable amount of hide and skin. The would be killer began to waver as a bloodied hand dug its way into its head and burned one last time.

The beast fell, but it was of no importance. The blue pony that was lying on the ground and still breathing...that was important.

Said pony slowly began to lift her head as she eyed her would be savior. It almost looked like the beast she saw in her dream, but he had MUCH shorter hair and didn't look as...naked.

She tried her voice but nothing came; ‘probably the blood filled lungs’ she thought. Without a word the hunched thing stood upright as a pair of golden wings ripped out of its hips. The thing smiled; ‘What was he smiling for?’ the pony thought.

Then she felt it, she wasn't bleeding anymore. She could actually move and stand and- “You saved me…” the pony said in awe.

“Heee~” The being answered back in glee. His head tilted slightly, a grin plastered on his face. The wings at his side folded forward and inward acting as a covering and their glow diminished into a dark brown coloration.

“Um...I’m Trixie. You are?” The pony asked as she walked closer to her supposed rescuer.

“Mm?” He responded in confusion.

It was rather odd, either the thing was born yesterday or it had been living under a rock for the entirety of its life.

“Oh um...nevermind. Wait where are you going!?”

He had turned to leave but looked back at the broken mare who had surrounded herself in the wreckage of her home.

“T-take me with you?” Pleaded the mare, tears bubbled on her eyes, a wizard's cap held tightly in her grasp.

Without a second thought the elementally scarred being lift her up, pressed his nose against her own causing the pony to scrunch her face, and finally put her on his shoulders.

The trip through the Everfree was passed in wondrous awe.

The forest had been flooded with luminous orbs of green light and the hymnal cacophony of howling wolves singing a gentle song that put Trixie's fearful and worried mind in blissful ease.

Every now and again a small squeal or the occasional​ growl would interrupt the song, but these moments passed as quickly and as easily as they came.

The giant, (at least, that's how Trixie seemed to perceive him as) spoke little, showing how little he knew of language, but this was meaningless to her.

Somewhere along the line, Trixie found herself in the arms of the giant asleep in both comfort and safety. Though every so often the smell of ash and fire would attempt to nudge her awake.

In a dream like trance she fluttered her eyes, the lucidity of her state blinding her to the constantly shifting forest, but with one last nudge she was willed awake.

“Oh...what? We...we made it?” Trixie asked.

The giant set her down easily and willed her to the open mouth of the forest. The light of day shining through the open maw.

Hope filled the mare as she took the giant’s hand and began to rush away from the forest only for squeals and whimpers to stop her dead in her tracks.

A swift foot found itself against the mare’s flank and before she could react, the forest behind her covered in thick brush and vine.

Try as she might, Trixie could find no way back as smoke billowed from the thick wall of wood.

Quicker than any eye could blink, a midnight blue carriage deposited two mares at the front door of a dainty candy store and disappeared into the sky.

“So this is Ponyville? Not at all what I expected.” Said one Derring Do in confused awe.

“The town has changed ever since this whole Dragon debacle.” Replied a visibly tired Sweetie Drops as she opened the door to her home.

“I couldn't tell…” Derring did her best to take her eyes off of the rather bright gemstones covering the entirety of the town.

The two began to set down their loot before Sweetie picked up a note worriedly.

“Went to Canterlot for harp strings. Dinner’s in the coldbox. If you get home before me just lay down and relax. Chores are done so don't strain yourself.

• Lyra

A small turquoise heart was stamped on the bottom of the page.

“She treats you better than I ever did.” Stated Derring with a forlorn whisper.

“Don't beat yourself up. It's been good Derring...but you have a world ending artifact to hunt,”

Sweetie Drops hefted the cold and powerful scythe on her shoulder and made for the door.

“And I've got a world ending dragon to hunt.”

“Heh, and I thought I was dramatic.” Stated Derring with a roll of her eyes.

The two shared a small embrace and made for their respective destinations. One being carried away into the skies and the other finding herself at the steps of the town library.

The library had been empty save for an amethyst armored pony. Sweetie immediately stood at attention.

“Sir! Agent Drops reporting!”

“At ease…” Replied Shining Armor. He sighed as he shuffled through pages of maps and notes.

“She could have at least told me she needed back up…” Whispered the captain to himself sullenly. “Is that the weapon, hunter?”

“Sir. The wyvern was surprisingly kind enough to give me the scythe.”

Sweetie held out the weapon only for a lion paw to tap it's blade.

“Well don't mind if I do!” Exclaimed a third voice.

The ponies snapped their heads to the ceiling at an amalgamation of varying animal parts from the claw of an eagle to the wing of a bat.

That was when they heard the horrifying shatter of what could have been their only hope.

“Oh dear...that happened. Toodles!” The monstrosity waved it's goodbye as it popped into a mass of white powder which landed on the captain.

*Cough*Cough* “Flour.” Shining went into another coughing fit as Sweetie pawed desperately at the remains of the weapon.

Shining gathered himself and took note of the pile of never melting ice.

“We are so royally-”

-Observatory: Hero-

“Fucked! Haha! Now then...anybody got any twos?” I asked the huddled group around me. Three twos stared back at me in my hand.

“Go fish.” Stated Luna. Oracle giggled madly next to her.

Thankfully things had finally quieted down some, so I suggested an easy game for some downtime...that and I wanted Luna to readjust her eyes after having been blindfolded for so damn long.

Actually revealing her eyes was something else as the infusion of Shadow actually made them brighter and quite a bit more...fetching.

I sighed and drew my card, Moondancer coughed into her hoof dramatically and gave me a cold glare.

“What are you doing?” She asked.

“We’re playing go fish.” I respond a little cautiously.

“That is not what I meant. Shouldn't we be making our way to Ponyville to, I don't know, prepare against our certain DOOM?” Stated Moondancer with annoyance.

Twilight began running her hoof through Dancer’s mane which managed to calm her.

“If you haven't noticed, we have two failed science experiments, and a nekomimi that used to be a pony. Let's not forget that whatever experiments you and Twilight were running blew up my heart,”

I remove part of my armor and make a conscious effort to show her the other malformed section of my chest where my temporary heart made its home.

“We need time to rest as much a-” ‘Oh...oh that's not good…’

“-Nevermindweleaveimmediately!” I shoot straight up to a standing position as I rip a hole into Golden Oaks Library.

“Go go go go go go!” Without so much as a questioning hum, the girls made their way through the rift, though I did stop Moondancer from entering.

“What's the big idea!? Twilight needs me to-”

Putting a claw to her nose I motion to Twilight.

“You! Make her feel wanted! Tap the pendant when you've said your goodbyes!”

Closing the portal I quickly notice Bon Bon curled into the fetal position in a corner of the room, and Shining and Turner discussing...something. Before I could inquire my pendant goes off and I tear open a rift for Twi. (Damn do I love this scythe!)

“Oi! The frig did I miss!?” I ask somewhat concerned.

“Ah, well if it isn't my good neighbor!” Exclaimed Time Turner. “I was discussing with the captain what needs to be done to reforge the weapon Miss Drops delivered to us.” Turner motioned to a pile of broken ice...which I can only assume to be the Ice Scythe needed to kill Akriloth.

“Oh.” All I could say was ‘Oh’.

“He just...up and shattered it...I brought it back in one piece and all he did was poke it…” Bon Bon did her best NOT to have a mental break...it didn't help that Lyra was currently...whatever she was.

“Bon Bon?” Asked Lyra worriedly. A fearful expression on her face as she reached out her hand.

Though wanting to see this play out, my attention was taken back to the pile of ice.

“So now what? Our only weapon is no longer an option and we’re running out of time.” Stated Twilight.

“And still no sign of Cadance,” Added Shining Armor. His expression stern and cold.

Twilight flinched at his words, looking away in guilt not wanting to face her brother. Said brother wrapping a hood around her head.

“She’ll be fine, I know she will but right now, we have a weapon to reforge and no one to-”

A gentle knock caught everyone's attention. Standing at the open doorway was Big Macintosh, a tattered red cloth hung at his side.

“Heard ya’ll found the weapon.” He stated with a neutral expression.

“Well yes, but we have a bit of a problem,” Time Turner began to pick up the shard and store them in a bag. “We need to reforge the weapon if it's to be of any use to us.”

“Ah can help with that. Got some ol’ forgin’ equipment in the barn. A few supplies...won’t be hard.” Said the work horse.

“Need me to-” Macintosh gave me a cold glare that softened as quick as it hardened.

“Nah, pretty sure we can handle it.” The crimson pony walked away quietly, the others following close behind.

I stood in contemplation, I begin to make my way out when a red scaled, yellow bellied adolescent dragon barged into the library like he owned the place.

“Pfeh, stupid pony buildings. Hey you! Buzz off, this is gonna be princess Ember’s war room from now on, so you can run on home and hide like all the other stupid ponies!”

I look around the room acting as aloof as possible and then fake-clean my ear. “Huh, must be hearing things.” I say as I walk to the living room table and start reviewing the map.

“Hey! Ya deaf and stupid!? Alright fine, this tree needs redecorating anyway!” With a large intake of air, the dragon sought to bathe the room in fire...he did not expect my armored hand to clamp down on his jaw.

Looking straight at him with my one good eye, I slam him into the floor as he scurried away in terror.

“And don't come back! Trying to take MY war room…”

“I don't think you heard Garble correctly,” I do a quick one eighty and see a blue scaled white bellied dragonness in gold chest and leg plates idly leaning on a wall. My sword hanging off her hip. “This is now MY war room.”

“I'm a foot taller than you, but whatever.” I whisper idly.

“What was that!?” She exclaimed in annoyance.

“Speak up, I can't hear you from down there.” I state inquisitively.

“Speak up boy I can't hear you from up there!” She exclaims with a questioning glare.

“I ain't never run from a dragon and I ain't about to pick today to start.” I sing/say as I get in her face.

“You sing to everybody or am I just special.” Answered Ember.

“How do you know my references!?” I yell as I throw my arms up.

“Your references?” She asks with curiosity. “They are apart of the blade’s memory index. To say that they are yours means you once held my blade. Are you perchance one of its caretakers?” She asks, cradling the blade in her arms.

“That was a very long time ago.” I respond solemnly.

“Please, you must help me in unlocking the blade. I am told that those who come to care for the weapon know the words necessary to awaken it once more!”

“Just knowing the words is meaningless. It will only respond to one worthy of its power,” I lie through my teeth hoping she’ll drop the matter. “What else has the blade done for you?”

She holsters the sword and makes her way to the map.

“It has only shown me those strange memories...I find great pleasure in viewing the works of Team Four Star,” She reviews the map and starts to pencil in various notes.

“With the dragon looming so close, why have you not sought shelter with the others?” She asks with mild curiosity.

“I am not a spectator. I am a warrior!” I exclaim. “And what do you mean by others?”

“Several ponies have already gone into hiding, no doubt others will follow suit. The battlefield is no place for civilians.”

“And you shouldn't judge a book by it's cover.” I state in retort.

“You will surely die, consumed by the flames of a monster far mightier than you.” She snapped back in irritation.

“Bet! I can take you and everything you can throw at me!” I give the most savage grin I can muster causing her to laugh in hysterics.

“Hmhm, yes fine. The wager?” Asks Ember.

“If I lose, I back off and give you twenty million solid gold coins.” She stumbles back in shock and gathers herself...and thusly bursts into peals of laughter

“Surely you jest! Not even a dragon would have so much gold with them, let alone part with...such...a…”

I let a large bag drop to the floor, no doubt it's contents were made apparent to the princess.

“...What would you have me wager?” She asks with a stunned expression.

“The sword.” I state with conviction.

“The sword!?” She repeated in shock. “Do you understand what it is you have just asked of me? This treasure has been passed down for several generations from the first Dragon Lord! To part with it would mean forsaking years of history!”

“So don't lose,” I retort. “Shouldn't be too hard right?”

“I wouldn't expect you to understand,” Ember whispers. “The first Dragon Lord was a legendary hero who vanquished the great demon. It was with his strength that the monster that plagued the Dragon Lands was sealed and placed in the heart of the world!”

I cough at the absurdity of her story and repeat myself. “So...don't lose. I don't see the problem.”

“Hmph, as you wish. I SHALL HANG YOUR HEAD ATOP YOUR GOLD.” The last sentence reverberated throughout the tree as if it were an exclamation to the heavens.

She made her exit and stood in the middle of the road. Sword at the ready.

I make my exit as well, walk ten paces away from her, and draw my sword and shield

A small wind blew gently as a mass of tumbleweed rolled on by. The air was thick, you could cut the tension with a knife, Neither she nor I dar-

“Just fight already!” Shouted a pony situated on one of the many rooftops.

I look upwards and see that various ponies in crystal armor began to pop up out of the woodwork.

“How long were you waiting up there!?” I shout at the group. Mayor Mare spoke up first.

“Long enough! Now kick her flanks in!”

Ember could only stare at the congregation. “What are they wearing!? Why are they armored!? You should all run away like normal weaklings! Lest you wish to see this...thing beaten into an inch of his life!”

“Thirty bits says she taps out!” Exclaimed who I could only guess to be Scootaloo.

“Thirty bits says he has to wrench her soul from the Underworld!” Replied Pipsqueak.

“Fifty says she gives up halfway through!” Added Applebloom.

“Two hundred says she quits from humiliation.” Stated Sweetie Belle.

“Okay one,” I begin. “You four are too young to be betting on pit fights. Two, you four are FAR too young to be throwing that kind of money around...and three! The lot of you are wrong!” I level my blade at my opponent.

With a loud yell the dragoness lunged. I rocked back and began to bob and weave as she tried and failed at striking me. Each unsuccessful swing made her ire grow which in turn made her sloppier in her attack.

“Wow...uh...I almost don't want to hurt you.” I senselessly blurt out. With a shrill shriek, Ember blew out a plume of fire which I blocked with my taladosian shield...not that I needed to.

In the midst of thinking whether or not to harm the poor thing I get the wicked Idea of breaking her will. ‘Ballet don't fail me now!’

I side step and pirouette after dodging a heavy downward swing. Spinning into my opponent, I tap the blade’s hilt and let the magic unfold.

“Care for a dance?” I'm now upon her, my left hand clasped at her free claw, my right at her waist as she tilts back. A swift kick to the crotch loosens my grip as she steps back.

“This sound! The blade! How do you have access to it's magic!?” She screams.

I take a minute to steady myself before answering. “Beat me and find out!”

She steels herself and rushes me in a thrust, I wait for the opportune moment and catch her in a back roll. My legs lock on her small frame and slam her head first into the ground. I follow up with a suplex and tap the blade again.

I start to move to the new rhythm in the same stance as KOF’s Shermie at the cost of a bit of SP. In annoyance, the princess slams her claw on the hilt of the sword...to no avail.

Before she has time to return to the fight I have her caught with an outstretched arm. I slither up her small frame until I'm on her shoulders. With my legs locked on her neck, I twist us both downwards and slam her into floor.

I back up a bit and see that she is pissed! Then the sword gained a small glow. With a
rebel yell, she slams the blade into my midsection and I can FEEL the force of a Bunker Buster.

My back impacts against Carousel Boutique...good on the Dogs to fork over their diamond...also fuck them...

As I lift myself up I feel a large chunk of my midsection fall off inside my armor.

‘OH I am falling apart now aren't I?’

My opponent woops in glee at the one real strike she landed against me.

“The blade! It has deemed me worthy! I am victorious!” Ember cries in rejoice.

“Then hit me again.” I cough in response.

With a wild snarl, she jumps for an overhead strike...only the blade was no longer glowing.

I grasp the blade with my empty arm and keep it level, the dragonness hanging limply on the handle.

With a rebel yell I slam her into the ground behind me and kick her claw, the music stops and she is no longer holding the weapon.

I hold the blade before me, my left upon the handle, my empty right upon the blade.

‘Finally.’

The blade covers the world in great light, and the light fades away.

Ember is looking at me like I just shot the family pet. The ponies on the roof wait with bated breath...and I twist the handle and spin the blade. I feel the core of the sword make it's rotations as the systems boot back up from the millennia and a half of non-use.

“You...you should not be able to…” Ember looks as though she’s trying to figure out if she wants to be angry, excited, or scared about me holding my weapon.

The boot sequence stops and the blade chimes.

“RRRRRAAAAAAAHHHHH!!” Unleashing the fury of a thousand dragons, Ember makes one last charge with outstretched claws…

...unfortunately for her, I WANT A ROCK.

With a loud ‘ROCK’ Ember is frozen in place with her colors inverted. The armor skill slowly bites away at my health.

I conk her once on the head and walk away. A loud slump follows and I stop in front of a large group of teenage dragons.

The gathered group is spearheaded by Garble and his crew of misfits.

“Drop the weapon twerp! You're surrounded!” He states with a smug grin.

“Hmm...huhh...ehhhh...No.” I switch gear and summon the Hate Wolf.

With mocking ‘oo’s’ the dragons laugh at the rune ridden wolf....only to be stunned in place by arcing lightning breath.

With a flick of my wrist, the still crackling lightning explodes and my Frenzied wolf jumps at Garble who does his best to not get seriously injured...only to fail miserably.

“Alright boy that's enough,” I call out to my wolf pet. “We've bruised their pride enough.”

The Hate Wolf jumps off of a groaning Garble panting happily, the rest of the dragons fared no better as some were still left reeling from the electrocution and blast damage. I dismiss the wolf and re-don my Fire Orb Armor.

“The four of you owe me three hundred and ten bits!” I yell at the rooftops in glee.

“OH COME ON!” Sweetie Belle screams in disappointment.

Just behind me, Ember groans back to life and slowly rises. I turn to face the beaten princess and see anger and self loathing written all over her face.

“Why?” She asks me. “Why am I so useless? I am my father's pride and joy and yet...I am so much less than...than him. He is worthless in the eyes of our kingdom and yet he outclasses us! I am his elder and he surpasses me! I HOLD THE BLADE! I WAS TO BE WORTHY!”

Ember is breaking down from her own emotions now. Her burning eyes meet mine, only to look away in shame.

“I have been beaten, the blade and it's title...are yours...Dragonlord.”

Before I can say anything, the blade chimes again.

‘OH fuck the HELL yes…’

Ember looks up again and stares in horrified curiosity at the blade as it rises into the air and breaks apart. All that remained of the sword was it's black dragon insignia, until it too changed. It grew in length and shrunk in width. It became covered in gold and a new handle jut from the back of the dragon head.

I grasp the handle and swing. From the opposite side sprung forth a blade of sky blue crystal. The blade radiates power and I let out a small squee at the change.

“Folks I think we’re ready!” I exclaimed.

“Good! Reckon we can handle Akriloth now.”

I look around and notice Big Macintosh covered head to toe in aged dragonslayer armor. On his left was Lyra, holding a large ice made harp shaped bow. Next to her was Bon Bon, her crossbow now sporting an ice crystal core.

On Macintosh’s right was Time Turner, carting a large dragonic blade.

“G-Gala...noth?” The name escapes my mouth like I was trying to identify the boogeyman.

As for the princess…