//------------------------------// // Unknown Memories Of The Fight // Story: The Light's Chosen (Archived Version) // by The Warrior Of Darkness //------------------------------// Skye's head hurt. Like, thrown around by Ifrit hurt. He didn't know why, and he scanned his memory hoping for an answer. He didn't find one, but thought that whatever the Queen was doing messed with his head. That would require information from outside sources to confirm, and as he moved up in the bed in a sitting position, he heard the sound of metal, and realized that his armor had been removed and instead he wore simple clothes. He also smirked at the presence of the new jewelry that decorated his arms, ceiling them from use. He was cuffed, and 'unable' to make use of his hands. Surely someone recognized that this wouldn't work right? Probably not. Skye soon learned that he would be escorted to the throne room, to "speak" to the princesses. Something else was afoot, but he could not figure it out while this terrible headache plagued him. As he was 'kindly' escorted throughout the castle he took note of the lack of changeling bodies, it seemed that cleanup was quicker than he thought. His escort soon arrived at the throne room, and he smiled inwardly at the damage that he caused to the doors, they were not yet fixed, and were still bent inwardly, almost to the point of looking like a metal sandwich. Why was he so happy to see damage like this? He thought as he reprimanded his behavior. As their arrival was made, he noticed certain things were off, the captains were present, alongside the princesses were Twilight and her friends, he lastly took note that Princess Luna would not look at him, opting to look through him. The other princess held a gaze that looked like it could give even Raubahn's heavy glare a run for it's gil. He chuckled at the thought before the talking began. "Skye Pendragon. You stand accused of not only damage to castle properties, but also with the threat of killing a princess. How do you plead?" Princess Celestia voiced this. What did she mean by threat of killing a princess? He would do no such thing. They would deserve it though. He quickly dismissed the rouge thought. He instead opted to give his point of view. "I haven't a clue what you're referring to princess. I wouldn't ever do something like that without good cause, and I don't have one. In fact I don't remember much from the- "Liar!" This came from a being that had a white coat, their hair shined like muted blonde. Skye turned his attention to the being, letting his mirth show. "And who are you? I believe we haven't met before" Skye asked. He took more joy upon the pony's look of distraught. "I am Prince Blueblood, the most dashing of Canterlot!" The now proclaimed Blueblood said as he put his hands to his hips, showing off bravado. Skye couldn't keep himself from wanting to tear down this 'prince'. Why was that? Something was wrong. It could be the headache. "And do people punch you in the face when you do that thing with your hands?" Skye's amusement was on display for all to see by now, and he was proud of it in a way. "Never, why?" Skye wanted nothing more to bolt into his face as he said his answer. "Well... Lucky I'm here then." He said, bawling his hands into fists as he took a step towards the pony, only to receive a grunt from the diarch of the sun. "Enough, Prince Blueblood. Skye, you claim to have no knowledge of the events yet I and my sister, the elements, bore witness to you wielding a giant blade as you cut down changelings left and right." Skye narrowed his eyes at those words. How DARE they claim that he did such a thing! He vowed to never pick that blade up again, what reason would he to wield such a weapon?! "I don't know what you think you saw princess but I do not wield a giant blade as you can see. These things you claim I did must be a fallacy of having been captured by the changelings." Skye's voice started to rise, his reason dwindling along with it. "I do not wield greatswords! Never again will I do such a thing. You either lie or jest, and I do not appreciate either." Princess Luna had become angered at those words. Her sister was not a liar, and she certainly would not joke on something in this matter. She decided to ignore Skye's tone in their presence and instead questioned him on the dream she saw. "You claim to not know any of these events and while you have yet to bring forth claim that this is the case, I compel you to answer us on this: When I looked into your mind when you were asleep, I saw you on a platform that glowed blue and held many designs upon it. It also held blackened crystals set around the platform." Skye quickly became enraged at the notion that they had went through his head while he was unconscious. Worse, that she would question him on something that she knew nothing about, and should not care to find out. While he briefly was stunned by the lunar princess telling him that the crystals of light were now dark again, it was quickly dismissed. His voice became a torrent. "You had no right to look into my mind Luna." He said as he forwent the use of princess in her title. He continued on, his words becoming a rant. "You have no right to question me on what goes on inside me! How dare you question not only my point of view, but you question what you should not know!" He had started to move towards the thrones in front of him, only to get spears to the throat, numerous guards drew their swords. "Put down your weapon! Now!" One of the guards ordered. Skye's anger turned to confusion. What weapon?. He looked down at his hands to see that he was indeed holding a weapon. A black greatsword, that glowed dimly with light. It's curved edges. Skye threw it away from him in surprise. It disappeared in a wave of darkness. Skye grabbed hold of his head his memories calling out to him, making themselves known. Skye was tired of waiting. He was waiting for the team that had begged him to help them through the dungeon that had come up randomly. Aurum Vale. This dungeon had apparently appeared within two hours, and while it had been scouted, he had been begged by this group of adventurers to help them through it. He took his greatsword off of his back, staring at the glowing blade before placing it back on his back. Hopefully, this would go well, and he could rejoin his team with Shiro before long. If only it could have lasted like this.