Knightmare's Coming
I help Luna with her night visitors, especially when she has to dive into ponies' dreams, ensuring they get as satisfied as reasonable possible. I enjoy it as me and Luna connect more over the first month as few come along and dreams need little fixing.
We simply talked, but... it was good. To be with the one I've dreamed about for so long, talking after my loneliness. To hear her magnificent voice, to see her beauty, to feel her soft touch. Yeah, I really love her.
It's been just over a month since Dage brought me back. With very little for me to attend to, we talk. A thousand years of isolation, and here I am, talking with my savior. It is a really good thing. To hear his voice, to see his handsomeness, to feel his gentle touch... Yeah, I am really falling for him...
Sister waits after I raise the moon; I can tell she has something important to tell. "Dage," she begins, turning to him, "there is something we haven't told you about your armor." He blinks as he patiently waits for her to continue, not revealing anything. "It was the Paragon Armor, ancient and cursed. When you first came to me, I could tell it had an evil entity in it. Somehow, you diverted its desire into obsession over Sister. But you lived with it for a thousand years; it will want you back."
A moment stretches before he speaks. "Why?" Me and Sister exchange a glance before turning back to him. "Why would it want me back?" he adds before we can speak.
"Because it has been connected to you for a thousand years, not a fleeting lifetime; it will want the on that lasted, that it knows, that it's used to." He nods. "I have felt the presence of a deep darkness leaving the Everfree Forest, slowly making its way here. It is coming. It is gathering strength. It will be here in the short future. Make sure you are ready, Dage, for this Knightmare is yours alone to deal with."
"Sister!" I gasp. "We can't let the armor take him back!"
"That is up to him, not us. When the time comes, he must decide for himself if he wants the armor or not, and if it will take him or not." Sister nods to each of us before leaving the throne room for bed.
I sigh, moving over to the throne. He follows to his place next to it. "...I don't care what she says, I will help you if you need it." I glance at him sternly to see him spacing off.
I nod half-absently. "Thank you," I whisper, meaning it as I mull over what the armor was like so I know what to do when it comes.