All around Canterlot, ponies and draconequui alike perished. The non-alicorns stood the least chance against the draconequui, but the alicorns weren’t faring much better. Slowly but surely the battle was coming to an end. Those who had yet to perish would soon find Death eagerly awaiting them. The residents of Canterlot fought long and hard against the draconequui. The only survivors were those who were able to leave the town before the battle began.
“Look Galaxius, your people are dead. The precious alicorns and all their power could do nothing,” sneered Pandemonium.
“Perhaps, but look again. You’re all that’s left of your kind.”
Pandemonium looked around. It was true; they had lost. What Galaxius didn’t know was that Discord was still safe in that other dimension. Surely he would avenge the draconequus race, if not for some time. “Don’t DARE think you have won.”
Galaxius’ body was covered in fresh claw marks. Blood dripped down to the ground below. Pandemonium had managed to miss the vital organs, but Galaxius had lost a lot of blood. It wouldn’t be long until he passed out.
Pandemonium fared no better. His horns were shattered. A fresh puncture sat in his lion-shoulder. His bat-wing was torn and barely able to maintain flight. “Today is the day. Today you die, Galaxius.”
“The same is true for you, Pandemonium.”
The two great beings, mustering all the physical and magical strength they could, charged at each other for one final assault.
Pandemonium lay on the ground, unsure of the fate of his opponent. The shock of the colliding force sent him hurtling toward the ground. The world was spinning. He gathered the strength to look at himself. Galaxius had punched a foot-wide hole through Pandemonium’s abdomen. There would be no recovering from this wound. Dazed, his mind began to wander. He thought of Discord, whom he would never see again.
Discord…My son…my…so…
Then Pandemonium was no more.
“AGH!” Galaxius looked around. His vision was blurry. He could feel the talon marks deep in his chest. Pain. No, more than pain. Something the king had never felt. How long? How long would he last?
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Galaxius was aware of a brown earth pony above him, with a strange device making noises. “What…are…you doing…?”
“Relax, I’m a doctor.”
“I’m dying.” The king struggled to get the words out.
“Yes. That is my diagnosis. You’re dying. Anything you want to tell the princesses? Last chance.”
“Tell them…to…rule toge…ther…..Archaeus….is to….rai..se them…in my place….that I love….” And the great King Galaxius breathed his final breath.
It was in a far corner of Equestria that The Doctor found the princesses and their new guardian. As he told them of recent events, Luna was unable to control herself. She cried and cried. She was right to. Celestia held it in, to be strong for Luna. When Luna would sleep, or leave her side would Celestia mourn her parents’ deaths.
Archaeus had strongly suspected that such an ordeal would take place. He thanked The Doctor (and Ditzy doo) for taking the time to make sure they knew the truth.
“One last thing, Archaeus. There are others that survived. Other alicorns. Where they fled, I know not. However, I would suggest searching them out. Maybe someone to keep you company when Celestia and Luna are ruling.”
“It’s not a bad idea, I suppose,” Archaeus replied. “So, Doctor, where are you going to?”
The Doctor showed Archaeus a piece of paper. “This could be really bad. Really. Bad.”
Archaeus puzzled at the meaning of the paper. What was it about the message that could be so bad? Perhaps the answers would come soon enough. Perhaps never at all.
“I know not this town, and I know all towns. The girls say you are from the future….and this makes it seem all the more likely. Tell me, do they turn out all right?”
The Doctor and his assistant enter the TARDIS, but before the door closed, The Doctor simply looked out the door at Archaeus. “Spoilers,” he said. The box and its passengers vanished.