“Pain is temporary. Quitting lasts forever.”― Lance Armstrong
"I want to play a game......." He spun around, trying to find the source of the voice. Never ending darkness surrounded him, He begun walking towards a small candle when he was picked up a sparkling blue aura and thrown back into an invisible wall. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth against the pain. "Interesting".He opened his eyes to see the caster, a large black alicorn with a sparkling mane and lizard like eyes,With a mare stucture, she had a frown upon her face as she looked up and down Night Wings body. " Celestia you desperate fool, she sends a grim in attempt to buy herself more time, pathetic". she tightened her telekinesis grip on Night Wings body as she lifted him towards herself until they face to face.
He stared deep into her eyes, they were teal blue, Grims believed eyes were windows into the soul, he could see her soul through her eyes first things he could see was hatred , anger , vengeance and blood lust. "who are you" he manged to say through all the confusion he had been through in the last three minutes of his life.
"she didn't tell you? ha ha ha this is adorable. The great and wonderful Celestia sends a mortal to me with no clue HA. I am the spirit of vengeance" she pronounced "and you are?"
"Night Wing" he said still trying to understand the situation.
"Night Wing the Angel of death?"
"that is what they called me"
"I have heard of you, we are very alike with both fight for vengeance ".
"I fight to protect Equestia" he said beginning to get annoyed with the spirits accusations.
"you love it , the pain, the fury and most of the taking of a life. You cant lie to me I can feel your emotion." she stared hungrily into his eyes. "Those pony's you protect betrayed you, they think of you as tamed timber wolf, a monster but a useful tool. I know how it feels, if you let me into your soul I will give you the power celestia could only dream of and then you can have your revenge" she whispered into his ear.
"...........As tempting as that sounds we both know I cant and won't do that" Night Wing knew if he let her in, it wouldn't be him killing discord. It would be her, he would have no control all he could is watch but his history with discord still made it a tempting.
"It doesn't matter you see" she slammed him into the wall again this time with greater force. "Your going to let me in even if i have to beat the door down" she lifted him up so she could see his face again.
Night Wing cough up an unhealthy amount of blood , he once again looked her in the eyes " the real tortured is listening you go on and on" a grin formed on his face.
She kicked hard in the gut "Bucking Grims"
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Time had not been kind for the Ancient Citadel, over the many Millenniums the roof had crumbled and the wooden doors had rotted. It had been abandon of all life for 3 millenniums until tonight, when a possessed princess was purify by the new bearers of harmony. This victory sent a magical surge through the citadale and awoken a warrior who had been forgotten for thousands of years.
Night Wing eyes shot open he was no longer in the dark seclusion of vengeful spirit's realm but in a dark gooey substance. He thrashed his arms around desperately trying to break the surface . His hand gripped onto the cobble stone above as he managed to pull himself up. Gasping for air he rolled over on to the stony surface coughing out the green substance. Every bone in his screamed with pain as he tried to sit up. Against their relentless advice to stay down he picked himself up, he wiped the green substance off his face as he opened his eyes, the room was dark, nearly pitch black but he knew where he was, the thousands of years in that prison didn't fade his memory.
In the corner of eye he saw a golden glimmering, against his body's will he crawled over to it, picking the medallion he scanned the engraved pattern on it, it was a silver shield with a golden lighting bolt embedded on it. "Thunder Bane?" He scanned the room desperately looking for more objects that would lead him to his brother in arms. Then it hit him, how long had it been. He was in there for so long he lost track of time. It could of decades , centuries or maybe even millenniums . What of Discord with he still alive? and what he doing about it " come you lazy bastard get on your hoofs" he said to him self as he got on too his legs, his creak and his spine clicked back in to place. He put Thunder bane medallion around his neck.
He begun walking towards the large set of doors. He walked right into the door as he pulled it towards him. " bucking door" he grumbled recovering once again from a collision from the door. He gave it a sharp kick, that made come of its hinges. He march to the upper levels of the citadale holding onto the wall for support. He walked through hall noticing the building had decayed since he had been here last. He went through the large double door and at last into night air. The gentle breeze on his skin felt alien after so long without it.
He lifted his wings , only to be met with a sharp pain "argh" he sharply retracted them back. "Plan B walking ...." it was more like stumbling as he push through the knee high grass, over the rope bridge (barely) and into the dark forest. It was filled with growls and calls of the local wildlife. He was walking aimlessly, he had lost track of time and every second he felt weaker and weaker. He slipped on wet soil underneath his hoofs and fell all floors, with his last ounce of energy he looked up, the morning sun had begun to filter through the trees to revel a dark hooded figure in the distance and then he passed out.