Chapter 1 the trial
It was dark and noisy. The sack that was covering Patholis face and head was removed and the light of the room flooded into his eyes. He was in the grand court room of the daemon world and the King of all daemons was staring at him on top of his throne. Circular seats of stone wrapped around the central plinth on which Patholis stood. He was not bound with rope or shackles but a physic ward flowed in the air. Rising from the edge of the plinth to the roof of the room. The seats were filled with people with hate and disgust on their faces. They stared at Patholis as if they could see the black hole of where a soul would lay. They were shouting at him, obscenities which should not be repeated and comments about Patholis’ family.
Then to bring the room to silence the Daemon king banged a gable against a worn stone slab at the side of his throne.
‘Order! Order! We shall have order!’ the daemon king spoke with the regalcy he had earned so long ago.
The room silenced as the daemon king started what they were all here for, the trial.
‘As you all know until now no daemon has ever stood where he is standing now. For that to change under my rule is an insult to me’ Announced the daemon king.
Patholis stood in the basic tunic which the prison guards had given him before. He looked at his old mentor deep in the eye; he knew when he was lying.
‘We are here because that boy...’
The daemon king referred to Patholis as a boy because even though Patholis’ current age rivals that of the oldest elder tree he was still young in the eyes of his fellow daemons, especially to the ancient daemon king.
‘Chose to murder one of his fellow kind and disrupt the delicate balance which we rely on for further power over the mortals. Now how do you plea?’
Patholis will not deny what he has done he only ever would kill if there was no other way. If the daemon king judged him as the friend he is the Patholis he would declare him innocent. But he had to be fair and Patholis wasn’t going to hold it against him, he knew he had to judge him as the king he is.
‘I plea guilty of all charges.’
‘Oh…and why is that.’
‘I am not proud of what I did but I know I had no other choice.’
‘Hmm…since there are no witnesses or character statements I shall now choose your punishment.’
Patholis knew that the only suitable punishment for his crimes would be eternal torcher; still he hoped that his old friend was going to give him his own brand of mercy.But he wasn't going to get his hopes up.
‘Knowing that execution is not an option for you, you shall be put to use.’
The room filled with raised eye brows and confused murmurs pass from mouth to ear. Those who know of the teacher/student relationship between Patholis and their king knew that he was going to go ‘light’ on him.
‘There is a world similar to ours but different. this world is known as Equestria.You are to become to protector of the mortal realm of Equestria. To be its guardian in times of need.’
Rage filled the room as people were intent on expressing their views on the king’s verdict. The daemon king wanted silence once again.
‘All will be quiet!’ as he shouted he again smashed his gable against the stone slab.
‘All, leave!’ All in the room stood up and bowed to their king in respect also in fear for they knew if they didn't do as they were told by their king they would stand where Patholis stood.
‘Now!’ The daemons in the room one by one teleported out of the room.
‘Sorry about that.’ said the daemon king but this time lacking his regal tone and replacing it with a more informal one. He lowered the ward which kept Patholis on the plinth but he did not move.
‘I had to keep to the book with the trial but the verdict is my choice.’
‘For a second there I though you were being serious about that whole protector thing.’ Said Patholis with a underline level of smugness which was removed when his friend spoke again.
‘I was being serious.If people see you round here again they will lose faith in me. I'm sorry but they wouldn’t miss this.’
The king reached with his hand out to Patholis and opened it to revile a shard of black stone.
‘Take it I have no use for it anyway.’ Said the daemon king as Patholis took the shard from his massive hand.
‘It’s not much and when used it can't be undone.’ What the king had given Patholis was lathorlite. A source of great power in the mortal realm but in the realm of daemons useless. Patholis put on a face of confusion.
‘Don't give me that look. You will go to Equestria and if its rulers require assistance you will help them no matter what. Understood? And if they see a daemon offering help they may think twice.’ Patholis knew he would have you use the energy within the shard to change his form to one native to Equestria.
‘Will it hurt.' Patholis said who had never encountered this kind of magic before.
'Only for a second, I've set it to alicorn.'
'Who are the rulers?’
‘Two soon to be fellow alicorns known as Celestia and Luna.’ The daemon king looked at Patholis in the eye.
‘Patholis keep that world safe. If any thing happens beyond your control summon me.’ The daemon king pointed with his massive finger at the shard of lathorlite which Patholis held in his hand.
‘I will do my best.’
Then the daemon king opened a portal to the realm of mortals, it being a little harder than usual. Patholis turned away from his friend and walked casually into the swirling maelstrom of energy and light.
It was just a flash, he could see worlds fly pass at great speed to see one directly before him.
Then his eyes opened to a sideways world. Lying on grass wet with due in the middle of a field and looked at the sun on the horizon. Rising…no not rising pushed up by a white alicorn with a long blue, green and pink hair.
‘Now that’s something you don’t see every day.’