It was all destroyed a wasteland of stone and blood, Canterlot, Ponieville, Cloudsdale, all were in ruins. A ravenous cold flame plagued the land spreading over the mountain range, as if it was devouring the world, and any living thing in its path. Twilight felt alone, scared, and that the world was devastated, that it had ended just like that.
Then she could feel a spark of warmth washing over her, and hope emanating from the frigid flames. Twilight noticed a glow, and looked to the orb that was shedding its warmth, curing the world around it, and stomping out the frozen inferno.
As the celestial body approached, Twilight realized the globe started to become the form of Celestia with here welcoming smile upon her face.
The aurora around her was as bright as the sun, maybe even more so. Twilight slowly started to walk to her mentor that turned to face her.
But as she approached her mentor the light began to fade, smaller and smaller it became until it was a dim glow around Celestia.
As twilight was inches from Celestia, She was pulled away, and everything around twilight became stretched, and pulled out then with a gasp she was standing alone in a black room, but front of her was a large white coffin.
Twilight was still looking at the half-opened coffin, and she was too scared to approach it, but she inched closer and closer without her own mind saying so. Twilight closed her eyes as she continued to move near to it.
Twilight felt her body stop, but she held her breath, and made sure that her eyes remained welded shut; her whole body trembled in fear of what she would see.
As slowly as she could she started to open her eyes. Her heart began to race faster, and faster as she started to see more below her.
Then her eyes snapped open, and she found that she was looking down at Celestia who was pale, and with her eyes softly closed.
“No…No, no, no….NO!” tears welded up and started to flow from her face.
“CELESTIA!”
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“CELESTIA”
Thump
Twilight woke with her body pressed on the cold marble floor, and had a cold sweat all over her body, She stood up from the floor modified from what she saw. Twilight sat in silence for a bit until she stood up, and walked out of the door into the castle.
“Nothing has been right with the Alien ‘Connor’ around” Twilight muttered to herself as she walked down the long marble hall of the castle.
"I wish it never came"
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A FEW DAYS LATER
Connor woke with a jot as he was lying upon a small soft welcoming bed, his body was light, but stiff at the same.
Connor slowly sat up from the bed he looked around him. He was alone in a pure white room, to his front were to doors with metal plates in their center of them, and above the door was a dark shinning mirror, his left were mysterious medal box things producing even more peculiar sounds. To the right was a single wooded chest sitting against the wall. Also, there were a few strange bandages sticking to various points over his body with string leading to the strange boxes displaying flashing red, and green lights.
Connor propped himself on his elbows, and took in a sharp breath as a heavy ace of pain emanated from his chest cavity, and he noticed large straps over his cuts. He also noticed he was in nothing, but his old thin wool trousers.
Then memories from the day before, or whenever it was, washed over his mind, remembering everything from the bear to the brawl with the armored ponies before he passed out from that thing white one did, whatever it was it was as if it had pulled every ounce of living energy from within him, and leaves a nasty head ace.
Connor tossed his legs over the bed side, and ripped of the small circular bandages, and stood up. He gave a long stretch before walking over to the chest. Connor bent down, and opened it; in side were his assassin’s robes that had been sown back shut in the chest piece, and the blood had been cleaned off.
In a few moments he stood back strait, and making a few adjustments to make them as comfortable as possible. He looked back into the empty chest, hoping to see his weapons. Disappointed he walked over to the double doors, he pushed forward into them, but it wouldn’t budge. He took a few paces back, and charged it. He succeeded in hurting his arm, and falling to the floor. He walked back to the bed, and looked up to the darkened mirror.
“Hello?” he called to the empty room hoping that maybe their might be someone, or something listing.
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“Anything to report?” Celestia looked to the rusty looking earth pony colt who was looking at Connor through the window.
“Nothin, He been out cold like dat for the past two days” He spoke with a heavy accent.
“I don’t see why I need to sit he’ya, it never moves, and where could it go? I mean the doors bloody dead locked, he ain’t goin anywhere soon, and I’m the smith for ruddy sake, not one of d’em statues.
“I know, but I need to know when he wakes” Celestia looked back into the holding cell.
“Oh, it ain’t that I mind sittin here, Jus I don’t trust that silver to run my smith” He said, obliviously irritated.
Celestia looked down to the smith, with an eyebrow raised.
“Look it’s just that… he ain’t all too reliable, even more so with the magic stuff, He almost bloody killed somepony because he had a fitting charm to high on a helm!” He looked down with a sigh.
“Ok them, well I must be off, I have to hold court for the day, but if he wakes, sent a message to me, good day to you Steel” Celestia turned from the watch room, and out the door.
Steel watched her leave before turning back to the alien so called Connor . He looked around he darken room, and daydreamed, and in a few minutes he was asleep his head low on his chest.
THUNK!”
“Bloody ‘ell” Steel woke to the sound of something slamming into a door.
He Looked down from his perch, and saw that Connor was awake, and moving about.
“What’s going on, we heard something” Two royal guards were standing in the door way looking at him.
“You go an get the princess he’s awake… why are ya just bloody statndin there, GO!” The two looked at each before running off.
Steel looked back to Connor who was standing to the left of the hospital bed.
“Hello?” Connor called up looking right at Steel.
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Connor was waiting for a response, or some indication that he was heard, but everything remained still, and silent.
Connor walked back to the bed, and took a seat thinking that whoever, or whatever put him in here would come to check on him, because his bandages were fairly fresh. Connor waited, and waited, but nobody came, but he is a patient man.
FIVE MINUTES LATER
Connor was frustrated, he has been waiting for a half-hour waiting for something to happen, but everything remained the way it was before still, and silent.
MORE MINUTES LATER
Connor was pacing around the room looking back, and forth from the double doors just wanting something to happen, but as time dragged on the more irritated he became with his captures, or is this what they want? Is it still the horses? Nothing made sense.
Connor was able to distract himself from the world around him as thought of the different possibilities on what is going on.
Were the Templar’s behind it, or was this some never ending dream? The more time went on the more things he thought up.
Click Connor snapped his view to the doors that unlocked.
The doors opened, and two similar looking armored horses walked in, and in between them was a six foot tall, winged, and horned horse that walked in.
Connor looked it over, it was the same color as the room around it, its mane was like oil paint that flowed with its own personal breeze, a sun mark was on its flank, and its presence in whole was one of peace, and love, but there was also a hint of overwhelming power that made it a force best not to anger.
“I know, who you are, what you are, and were you come from, but why you are hear is out of my reach so I hope that we put our past…impressions, behind us.” It spoke with a mother like tone that had a power inside of it also.
“…” Connor was silent, but had a rock solid gaze on the creature, but he needed to say something.
“I don’t know where I’m, nor do I know why I have been sent to this…strange place”
“Is that so?” Judging by its voice it’s a female.
“Yes, and is what you said is true I think I deserve to know who you are” Connor eyed the guards who took a stance directed at him.
“Oh, I am sorry, where are my manners, my name is Princess Celestia ruler of the land of Equestria, and you are in the capital, the city of Canterlot, I hope that had answered a few of your questions, but I must ask how did you get here?” Celestia looked at him with one eye; the other was hidden behind her mane.
Connor held his tough for a minute making a mental recap of everything that had happen then he told his story from the bear, to the cave, to the forest, but he was stopped when he started to talk about Realm from the forest.
“What did it say” The warmth from within her voice was gone replaced with a dead serious tone.
“The awaking has begun again and that the sun would set for the last time” Connor remembered the spirit he talked to.
Celestia’s face be twisted, then she looked to Connor.
“If you say is true” Her voice was low, and strained.
“Realm, has told you…of my death”