As I fought my way through the Hive, I heard the cries of agony emanating from the walls.
I watched as one man was slowly absorbed into the wall. I saw enough.
the walls of the hive began to look more and more disgusting... then I remembered about what Alan had told us.
it was several months prior to all of this.
He was sitting on the transport to the barracks, looking angry.
more angry than I had ever seen him. he took a deep breath and told us what he saw.
"the walls looked like they were covered in some kind of secreted resin, I'd seen this kind of thing before"
most of them looked at him with a puzzled face. I looked at him with intrigue.
he then told the tale of a young woman named Ellen Ripley. needless to say, if the soldiers weren't afraid of these Changelings before...
He went into detail of how extreme temperatures seemed to have a detrimental affect on the creatures known as Xenemorphs.
it was also at that point he said this. "It's lucky that it's only a film, Otherwise, Changelings will be the least of our worries"
the young man turned Knight then sighed. "they don't make films like they used to" he gave a small nostalgic look out of a window.
none of that matters now.
all that mattered was finding the solution to the changeling problem.
I began to push forwards, taking down whatever got in my way. I was finally nearing the point between heroics and suicide.
There was more screams. they sounded like a young woman in pain. I ran to the source.
As I arrived, I saw a woman completely drained. she was unceremoniously thrown into a pile of half decomposed bodies.
In that exact moment, I knew exactly what needed to be done.
I could just as easily turn away and run like the coward I used to be.
But what good would that do. I decided to stand and fight.
The king looked at me and laughed.
"So, You are the mighty Pendragon?" the King choked between bouts of laughter.
I simply did what i thought Alan would do and charged at him, sword at the ready.
"And i thought you were a man of honor" he guffawed as he deflected the first attack.
blood was drawn, trickling slowly down my back.
I turned to face the dark king head on.
Alan always made it look easy. but then again, he seemed to be already used to fighting for his life.
I launched myself at the beast once again, ready to plunge my sward into his chest.
"not so fast" he threw a hand forth, pushing me into the wall behind me.
I collapsed to the floor as he then plunged his own blade into me.
I began to cough and laugh as the king began to gloat. "You think you killed the Pendragon?"
he turned to me, then watched in horror as I removed my helmet.
the helmet rolled along the floor revealing blond hair, blue eyes and a cheeky smile.
I spat out a small amount of blood as a tried to apply pressure to the wound.
I used my sword to stable myself. "you think you killed me?" I charged forth once more and took a fist to the stomach.
the sword soon made its way into his chest. I looked to the King, who's face showed surprise.
"how?" he asked.
"The Will of one" Alan's voice echoed from the dark corridor.
Many lives had been lost in this war. amongst the dead where friends, families, lovers, brothers....
too many had died. one death too many.
all this fighting seemed to be for nothing.
Alan had carried me out of the Hive, looking to Celestia for aid.
It was almost too late.
He dragged me all the way to the medics. "looks like thats two I owe you, Blues"
I didn't argue. "Blues? I like it" I gave a weak smile as I was laid onto a stretcher.
It was finally over.
Equestria was safe once again.
but at what cost?