//------------------------------// // Revenge // Story: Today We Summon Unity! // by Chemtest //------------------------------// The army marches into Ponyville at last, Swordwrath and Archidon begin fighting instantly. Changelings rush around, capturing every pony they can. They are taken completely by surprise when arrows impact some of them, and swords slash through more. Spearton and Magikill follow after, dutifully protecting their squishier comrades. Robin rushes in, and instantly spots a changeling in the middle of the town. He charges toward her, notching an arrow, and firing it off. The Queen takes notice of the arrow, and catches it in her magic right before it hits her. She doesn’t get time to breathe, as yet another arrow comes her direction. Robin draws from his quiver, launching every arrow he has into her. He stops ten feet from her, “For Joseph!” Queen Messorem snickers, and launches a fast bolt of magic at him. Robin stares at it in the middle of putting in an arrow, frozen in place. But, as suddenly as the magic was launched, his head begins to glow with an orange fire. Joseph’s sword floats from it’s sheathe, the same orange fire surrounding it. It jumps in front of the magic, cutting it in half before it can reach Robin. Messorem smirks, “Ah, you can do magic. That just makes you all the more fun to kill.” Her eyes glow bright red, and she laughs, “Oh, so full of rage, how foolish. You are nothing but a three course meal to me.” Robin notches another arrow, the sword floating beside his head, “You are nothing but a bug. One to be stomped under my foot as I’m doing better things!” Robin takes a slight step back as he says so, feeling something odd in his mind. It feels calmer than usual, almost like a whole new mind. Knowledge, honesty, and a voice of calm logic. Messorem opens her mouth, ready to feed on Robin’s Rage. Then, however, her body starts to glow a bright blue, and she closes her mouth. Instead of absorbing Robin’s magic, Messorem casts some of her own. She smiles, and takes out her own blade. But, by the time the sword is drawn, her head lays on the ground. Joseph’s sword floats through her, blood dripping off it. Robin looks at her corpse, and growls, “Come on, get back up, I’m not done with you.” He moves closer, stomping down on the ground, “You can’t just die like that! I need revenge, I need pain! This can’t be all, not if your minion killed Joseph!” Messorem’s body slowly ignites with blue fire, and burns away. Robin watches her burn away, and drops to his knees, “No, no, that can’t be it!” Angry tears fill his eyes, “Damn it! Damn you to the nine Hells!” Robin continues to cry in anger, until he feels a hand placed upon his shoulder. A calm voice speaks, “You do not need revenge, Robin. I do not ask you for it, nor do I want it.” Robin looks up, seeing an orange visage of Joseph’s form. His eyes clear, “Joseph?” Joseph looks down at him, and smiles, “I don’t make a habit of lying, Robin, and I said I would live on. Within you, is the operative word I left out.” Robin shakes his head, “Why did you have to do that, Jospeh? Could you not just have come with us?” Joseph kneels down alongside Robin, “I had to do it, Robin. If I still stood, then we would not be able to defeat Keeser. He is Order, Medusa is Chaos, we must be something more. You were always more of a leader than I was, and I know you will lead the Swordwrath and Archidon together, as equals.” Robin looks down, “I... I don’t know if I can, Joseph. Not without you.” Joseph stands back up, “I am still here, Robin, within you. Maybe you will never see my body again, but I am more than a body.” Joseph holds out his hand, “Come on, Robin, we will move forward, together.” Robin takes his hand, allowing Jospeh to pull him to his feet. Robin smiles at Jospeh, and hugs his magical form, “Together, Joseph, always together.” Joseph merges into Robin, the calmness appearing in his head again. Red changelings rush around the town in a panic, being cut down by arrow and sword. Eventually, the army of a thousand changelings ends up as zero, all of their bodies burning away in blue fire. Robin looks out over the Archidon and Swordwrath, as they begin to breathe hard. He raises his hand, “Archidon, Swordwrath, the passing of Jospeh is an event that has scarred us, and will always be a scar in our history. But I say we shall make his sacrifice worth it!” The two armies look up at him, their exhausted forms almost crumbling. Robin clenches his fist, “Jospeh may be gone, but his spirit is still with us! A spirit of honesty, humility, unity, and harmony! The greatest swordsman to ever exist, and the greatest friend to ever exist. He may no longer walk among the ranks of mortals tied down in strife, he may have ascended from the mortal coil, but his will is still with us. Swordwrath, Archidon, we have long been brothers! Brothers who have long been turned against each other through the harsh necessity of fighting! But I say, we fight each other no longer, but fight alongside each other!” The men below look up at Robin, their eyes gaining a bit of life to them. Robin looks down at them, “Brothers, warriors, we are no longer Swordwrath or Archidon! We are together, we are the Warrior’s Wrath!” The two armies look at each other, eyes going to the other’s weapon. Then, they decide to meet eyes with each other. All eyes widen as the warriors come to the same conclusion. They are not different. Robin turns around as a blue pillar of flame comes from Canterlot, and he looks back at the armies, “Will you put your arms together for revenge and justice, or will you let titles get in the way of victory?” The armies raise their weapons, and let loose a cheer. Robin laughs, “Then we march, Warrior’s Wrath, for justice!” Robin turns, and sees the group of both Spearton and Magikill waiting. He rushes forward, until he catches up with Atreyos and Harry.