chapter 5-7
The armor grafted itself onto the special suit I wore. I had the wind knocked out of me from the torso armor during the process. gritting my teeth, I broke through the pain. I knew it was only going to get worse. all the while, soldiers were losing their lives on the battlefield.
the next pieces attached themselves. I gave a small flex of my fingers, noting just how easy it was to move them within the suit.
letting out a small sigh, I then awaited the next parts with baited breath. I then awaited the helmet. the helmet descended in front of me. I noted the color. Red.
the color of blood. the color of resistance.
I remembered a small song with Alan had sung a few months back. "do you hear the people sing? singing the song of angry men..."
I realized that this was war.
It causes nothing but grief and pain.
Right now, my pain meant nothing compared to what the Knight of the wind faced everyday.
nothing compared to what Tirek did to him.
nothing compared to what he almost did to himself.
I watch him lose his humanity as he fought against those creatures.
the green blood of the changeling stained his armor. the light in his eyes had dimmed.
He was no longer the shining beacon the princesses had hoped him to be.
He was only human.
I grabbed the sword and prepared to walk out of the barrack doors. taking note of the on-going battle around me.
I saw Alan draw his sword, running into the fray.
Blood effortlessly being drawn from the black creatures, ripping them apart like paper dolls.
I carried on heading toward the battlefield, carving a path to the changeling Hive.
As i arrived in front of the hive, I could only pray.
but as i stood there, I felt a wave of unease surround me.
The armor, the crystal was being rejected by my body.... as if it was a separate entity.
I collapsed, hidden by bodies of soldiers long dead.
I faded into unconsciousness.
In reality, I began to learn just what Alan went through.
meanwhile
lan continued to make his way through the waves of changeling fodder. considering no brutes showed up, he caught a glimpse of BlueBlood making his way to the battle field. "that idiot" the knight growled under his breath.
more splatters of green hit his helm as he pulled his sword out of a nearby changeling.
the Knight spun around to strike a changeling behind him. the changeling cried out in pain.
"good" the knight spat as he mad his way towards the bloody field.
he had made his way to the edge of the field. seeing his friends fighting for the whole of equestria made his heart sink further.
replacing his frown with a scowl, he slowly made his way towards the pile of the dead.
it was then that his eye was beginning to twitch.
A word began to creep inside of his head. the word played over in his head over and over.
Vengeance.
One by one they will fall. No mercy will be shown. No hesitation. These are Creatures. They cannot feel pain. They cannot understand what drives the equestrian army onward. The rage is lost on these soldiers. Alan has his target now. The Commander of this army will fall. All the wreckage he must wade through to get there is insignificant.
He began to focus, gathering energy into the pendragon. He was surrounded, defending his fallen comrades to the end.
All looked lost. he finally plunged his sword into the ground. I'm sorry Twilight... looks like I might not be keeping my promise after all. His final thought.
It was then that he heard the voice, carried on the wind...
"I will not sacrifice this land. We've made too many compromises already; too many retreats. They invade our space and we fall back. They assimilate entire towns and we fall back. Not again. The line must be drawn here! This far, no further! And *I* will make them pay for what they've done" it was the royal voice of Celestia. Reports had been made.
the weary knight tried to stand once more, but was slowly running out of energy.
"If you believe in your heart that you are right, you must fight with all your might to do it your way. Only dead fish swim with the stream all the time" Celestia said as she landed next to the weakened man.
as Alan looked to the princess, he noted something.
she was wearing armor.
Shimmering, golden armor.
the Knight of the wind was saved.
inside Blueblood's mind
"You're trying to understand. I tried to let you have control... but your body rejects me"
a dis-embodied voice, a mimicry of my own, echoed of the walls of my mind.
I try to stand, but feel weightless. "Show yourself" I order as i figure out how to right myself.
like a child, I slowly learn to move in this new environment.
A mirror appeared out of no-where. I looked at the reflection.
as I did so, the mirror image looked back, I looked to my armored hands, he looked to his.
the difference was.... he was wearing no armor.
"I am what you once were.... an arrogant, selfish, floundering, mewling quim of a man"
I was about to speak, but no words escaped my mouth.
"you've become a serious man in this war, you have... as the knight would put it.... Grown up"
he summoned a blade. "Prove yourself" The doppleganger pointed his blade towards me.
He charged towards me, but I knew better. sidestepping out of the way, I swung for his back.
he jumped over the blade and stood on the tip. "this is my domain, but your body.... this will change"
he began to step forth and stab me in the throat. I pushed up with the blade, drawing blood from his foot.
"very good," the mimic cackled as blood pooled around the floor. "but not good enough" he swung once more, catching me in the chest. the armor stopped the blade going through.
wheezing for a moment, I stood up. his stance was a mirror image of mine, although it was a cheap imitation.
"Have at thee" I led the charge this time. sliding under his legs and bringing a sword across his back.
"this is my body, DoppleGanger"
the blade ripped through the copy. "then it is your armor"
the whole situation was a simple comment on how much i had changed within a few months.
I was no longer the asshole people thought i was.
I was respected as a leader...
some leader i turned out to be.
I awoke with several bodies next to me. I took note of Alan, looking tired.
more tired than ever. celestia was with him, fighting.
I grabbed the hilt of my sword and entered the Hive.
It was time to finish the fight.