Prestige Knight In Another World | (Fanfic) Official Trailer · 5:50am Jun 28th, 2023
Author’s Note:
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“Hey. Look out!” Marcus shouted at him, now making a full sprint towards him. He was only a good few feet away from them, trying to call out once again, hoping to make a sound to warn him. However, the boy still continued onward. Seconds were passing. The truck was drawing nearer and in Jason’s heart, he knew what he had to do.
Once he was close enough to him, he used all of his momentum to quickly shove the child forward, causing him to fall face-down on the sidewalk and out of danger. The boy pulled his headphones off, laying them around his nape before quickly turning around with a glare in his eyes. “What’s your problem du-” His expression changed to shock shortly afterward.
Marcus could see out of the corner of his eye the set of headlights, and for a moment, his world began to move slowly. He watched as the hood of the truck slowly collided to his side and into his left arm, causing his entire forearm to shatter and skin to ripple uselessly against the impact. Marcus’s body bounced across the pavement, skidding across the rough surface hard enough to burn off bits of his flesh from the friction. In those few seconds, He saw the boy and Kaleb’s faces, filled with horror from the position his head landed on the ground, before he felt his conscience leave him. When he reawakened, he was left with an unbearable feeling.
Pain.
That’s what he felt as his eyes slowly began to pried open. He tasted a coppery flavor in his mouth. Blood…is this my blood? He thought to himself. It was like knives were using his chest as a pincushion stabbing him all over, it hurt too great to breathe. Adding it up with several broken ribs, a guaranteed punctured lung for sure. And from both ears, a long, high-pitched whistle was all he could listen to. Marcus’s vision was blurry, fading in and out of focus, darkness encompassing his peripherals. Slowly it all merged into one focused image again. His vision focused long enough for him to barely see the kid he saved and his friend standing by him, kneeling in front of him, before his vision faded out once more. When it came back, he could see silhouettes of tall figures standing next to them, officers, he thought.
Marcus couldn't think too much about this, the pain in his body was too much for him to bear. Soon, it became harder to breathe, and his body was growing colder. 'Is this it? Am I really going to die?'As time passes, he could feel his body feeling numb?
Marcus couldn't hear or feel anything except the numbness slowly spreading through his body. His vision started to darken as his life seemed to be reaching the end of the road. In those final moments of being alive, he smiled whilst closing his eyes, thinking. “At least… I’ll get to be reunited with her again.”
STAR SHIMMERING PRESENTS…
Marcus woke up immediately shielding his eyes with his hands instinctively as if the last remnant of his memory blinded him. Beating wild, he could feel his heart pounding against his ribcage, beating as though he was still living through the last waking moment, even though he vaguely became aware he was no longer in danger. Fresh adrenaline coursed through his veins - eager and waiting for something that would happen, which it already had. Not only was his body motivated to be alert thanks to the adrenaline, but it also sharpened his other senses.
Something felt off about him and though he had not sensed it while he laid on the grass, he could very much feel it now as he stood. It wasn't the dirt floor that he walked upon or the woods itself that was throwing him off. Rather It was not only his height that he found to be incredibly disconcerting, but realizing now how his appearance differed from when he was alive.
He wore from head to toe ancient steel armor. Its exterior was worn and torn in multiple places, as though it had been through countless battles and battles fought. An arm-length dagger hung loosely in the scabbard attached to his thigh along with two long knives, one on each side of his belt. He wore the traditional helmet of a knight with his visor closed. A highlighted black and blue cape billowed in the breeze as it fluttered behind him.
Underneath said cape the grip of his sword poked out in a tilt at a downward angle. His boots were coated with dust, blood, and dirt. They were old and worn but sturdy and strong as the knight stood upright. Around his waist was a small cape attached around the back which hung down to his knees.
At the age of twenty-two, he was clearly a fully developed young man, body parts and everything. His physical body, as bizarre as it was to describe it that way, felt somewhat lighter. Cautiously and with his mouth agape under his helmet. He looked back at his reflection and blanched at what he saw.
‘Wh-Wha—What the hell?!’
A MLP/DARK SOULS CROSSOVER
Here We Stand
By - Hidden Citizens
0:27
“There used to be those who fought these dark beings and managed to push them back, but not anymore, it seemed. When it became apparent that it was hopeless, all of these people gathered together and decided to fight through the new world of Dark Souls. The Prestige Knights they were called. Some fought and died bravely; however, not everyone made it back alive. There, many of them were slaughtered like sheep. It left them no place to rest. They were all gone. Their souls now reside in an eternal sleep within the heart of Equestria.” She looked back at him, smiling once again. “But not all is lost. The Prestige Knights are gone, this is true, but not all of them are gone from this world; there is still one Prestige Knight remaining.”
“It’s you Marcus Anderson; the last Prestige Knight. You, who were chosen by fate to become the next Prestige Knight of Equestria, are destined to restore peace back to this world. And you alone have the key that will allow such a thing to happen and bring about the end of the darkness that has reigned upon this world.”
“I brought news from a shocking discovery that occurred back at our campsite.” The Crow conveys its message to him.
“And it’s urgent for you to tell me why?” He questioned him while taking a sip of his glass of wine.
The Crow lowered its head. “We found it. We’ve found the relic.”
THIS YEAR…
Marcus arched a brow at the pink mare. "You speak as if you've never seen one before?"
"Well, that's kinda it, sir," the purple dragon said. "No pony has ever seen a Prestige Knight in ten-thousand years; we thought they were extinct.
Celestia glanced up at the paint glass, crossing her arms, frowning.
“A war is coming, sir Marcus. One that I hoped would never come again.”
AN UPCOMING STORY WRITTEN BY STAR SHIMMERING & CO-WRITTEN BIT-BY-BIT STUDIO
“My great-grandfather and uncle had been into war before I was even born,” Marcus said, glancing down at the sword in his hand. Its blade glistening in the sunlight. “I guess it does run in the family.”
“No matter what horrific nightmare you face behind that wall, know that you have a family waiting for your safe return.” Twilight stated, smiling at him.
Nightmare Moon smirked.
“I have faced many foes that defied me, deluding themselves into thinking they could defeat me —me?! The Mare of the night. So you can say whatever you want, sir Marcus,” Nightmare Moon said, pointing at him. “But my power is beyond anything you could handle.”
“So…” Nightmare Moon crossed her arms, narrowed her eyes, her smirk widening. “What say you, Marcus?”
“I say unto you…”
Right hand reached over his back, pulling out his axe with a spin in both hands before arching it towards Nightmare Moon effortlessly with one hand.
“Let’s dance!”
2:28
One of the hollows hissed, and the bull demon behind them growled. The behemoth’s partner bellowed and pointed towards Marcus with a tremendous bark. The army of hollows snarled and hissed before menacingly stalking towards him. Their khopesh swords raised up in anticipation.
Marcus commenced running towards the hollows with a resolute expression, his eyes narrowed in determination. He skillfully wielded his sword, swiftly beheading the first hollow that stood in his path. Its head was sent flying into the air. Another hollow then charged towards him, seeking to avenge its fallen comrade by impaling Marcus.
Marcus weaved two of the hollow’s slashes before switching his sword with his left hand and used his free hand to punch the undead square in the face. What he didn’t account for, however, was the amount of damage he inflicted on the hollow by said punch. Its head and body expanded like a balloon then exploded to a gray mist.
Marcus took a step forward, followed by a swift retreat of his other boot. With a powerful kick from his heel, he propelled himself forward, leaving behind a small crater as both feet slammed into the ground. He lunged forward with incredible speed, causing a gust of wind that made Twilight stagger and fall on her rear.
Nightmare Moon mirrored Marcus's movements, creating a small crater as she slammed her heel into the ground. She reached behind her back and pulled out two pulsing bright crimson daggers. With a fierce war-cry, the two warriors clashed their blades together, producing a loud and chilling clank.
“I humbly advise you, esteemed knight, to not regard your own dark soul as a curse. Instead, I implore you to embrace it as one would embrace a bear cub, holding it close to your heart. Allow it to flow through your very being, and wield it as a weapon to protect yourself and those you hold dear. By doing so, you shall find salvation and triumph over any obstacle that may come your way.”
PRESTIGE KNIGHT IN ANOTHER WORLD
Fluttershy glanced down to the floor. “Just, um, don’t look… okay.”
Marcus crossed his arms, let out a huff, glancing up in the ceiling.
“Fluttershy, I am a prestige knight with a soul as pure as a white seed. So I can assure you, you don’t have to worry…” Marcus turned his gaze towards the yellow pegasus and trailed off when he saw Fluttershy’s bathrobe fall to the floor.
His eyes crawled up her child-bearing thighs, up to her stunning hips and her pink mane that spilled over her back. Her white lingerie squeezed around the rear and barely kept her heft bosom together.
“God damn…” Marcus muttered.
Fluttershy blinked. She glanced at Marcus over her shoulder. “Excuse me?”
Heat rose from the nape of his neck to his cheeks. Immediately he turned away from Fluttershy, facing the wall before clearing his throat. A nervous chuckle escaped his lips.
“Uh, nothing. I said nothing.”
I can't lie the last part is extremely goofy if a bit lewd, the whole concept of a hollow being in this colorful world though as some knight? I just hope he doesn't become this op hero who can do no wrong typa deal if that makes sense. but I'm very interested
oh, I can't wait you piqued my interest greatly I can just see the many battles this Marcus Anderson is going to be apart I can see the clashing of swords the many roars of battle oooh I'm excited!
Definitely like this story so far. Things are going to get interesting soon, and I sense much fun soon.