A Lone hero stands against the one path leading towards the princesses of the land. He stands with his back against the entrance leading to their hideaway. In front of him, hordes of changelings swarm the castle from below, from the windows, and from the doorway leading to this room. Out comes the changeling queen striding in with her longs legs across the tiles.
“You fool, You stand between us and your princesses. Do you believe you even have a chance? Do you really think you can hold us off? We have MILLIONS! And you have yourself , a scrawny unicorn
"I stand before you, not because I think I will win; not because I believe this will earn me fame, honor or glory. I stand before you because if not me, then who else? I stand because of my love for both the princesses and this country; my country!” His horn began to shine bright, silhouettes of magical swords began to appear all around him. four blades, five blades, six blades, seven blades. Seven blades began to rotate around him in a calm and deadly manner.
The changeling queen snorted in defiance and ignorance. “ GET HIM!” She pointed with her hoof screaming at her changeling horde, in which they complied. The changeling horde galloped away at full speed, and the hero stayed and waited.
He waited...waited...waited...NOW! He jump in the air, spinning all of his blades, landing smack dab in the middle of them all. He used his blades to slice anything that came near him. A changeling came from behind, he side stepped and cut him in half while bring another blade to slash at the changeling from above. Twisting his body, He swung all seven blades in a circle while running forward, cutting down anything in his path. He was headed straight for the changeling queen. Four more changelings came from above, making him stop to deal with them. He brought four blades up and into the air, parrying the changelings, while jumping up to avoid the changelings attacking him from the ground. Then using the three blades that were still circling him, he cut up the changelings in the air, before landing back down on the ground, bringing the seven blades with him, and stabbing seven changelings while doing so. Upon landing, he rolled forward, using his blades to cut at the knees of the surrounding changelings. Lunging himself forward, he used one of the de-kneed changelings as a board to jump off him, propelling himself forward. While In the air he brought three of his blades to defend himself, using the other four to hack away from any attempts from below. Changeling after changeling fell to his blades. Landing back again, twelve more changelings surrounded him from the ground, and another twelve from the air. he brought his blades in and made them disappear. His eyes begin to glow dark red, as all the changelings lunge forward towards to him. As soon as they get close enough for him to smell them, he lets loose a large magical pulse, completely obliterating all twenty-four changelings, and knocking back a huge amount of changelings all around him. he began to limp slightly, his body not used to using that much magical power…
. “ Look at you! You can’t even handle a few changelings! You are weak! Incompetent! You do not deserve to even be alive! Get him my BROOD!” The Changeling queens sinister voice echoing throughout the halls. He had no chance to recover. He materialized his swords once more, only four of them appearing this time as he continued onward. Eight more changelings came forward, He squinted his eyes and drifted each sword apart to handle two changelings with each sword. The four on his left charged first, bringing the two blades forward he sliced one in half, while blocking the other before turning around and bucking him with his back hooves. The other two came from the air, to which he simply launched his blades and impaling them. The four on his right then began to charge. Now free to use all 4 blades, he sent all four flying towards them at breakneck speed, stabbing each one in the face, chest, stomach, and face again. More changelings started coming now, twenty, thirty, forty, to many to count. He brought his four blades near to him, swirling them around quickly in circles. Scuffing at the ground with his right hoof, he snorted, ready to charge into the growing crowd.
“Come now! Do you really stand a chance! You are already weak! What can you hope to do! What can you hope to achieve! Even if your precious princesses escape, you will not! And then I will find them, and kill them slowly and painfully” The changeling queen snarled at him. Hoping to cause him fear...but no, it spurred him forward.
“Like hell you will!” He charged forward his glowing magic swords swirling around him again, cutting any unfortunate changeling in his path. Even now as his power was dwindling he would not give in, with pure will, he conjured up another sword, and then another, and another, until he had all 7 swords again. But it did not stop there, his head pounding away in his skull from all the pressure and excitement, he made another sword, and then another, until he had fourteen swords all revolving around him. All fourteen swords lashed out in circular movements as he charged. five changelings came from the front and were immediately dealt with by 7 of his swords, while the other swords helped propel him of the ground to avoid a horde trying to tackle him with sheer numbers. Bringing all fourteen swords back towards him, he defended against the air assault, cutting another eight changelings, coming from above, and another four from behind. Blood could be seen coming from his nostrils, but he was close to his target, he would not stop now, the queen was not far. Using every last bit of will he had, our hero applied magic to his hooves and used a large blast to propel him in the air, flying straight towards the queen. Absorbing his swords once more, he instead conjured magic fireballs to rain down upon the unlucky changelings below. Massive scorch marks began appearing everywhere in the large throne room.
Forty feet away from the queen, our hero stopped bombarding the changelings and switched to his sword. A long single magic sword, brighter than any used before. Landing in front of the queen, our hero was bruised and battered from his fights, blood dripping from his nose and ears. The magical exertion coming up behind him.
The changeling queen made her own sword, a long scimart glowing a deathly green. “ Impudent fool, you cannot stop me! You are far too weak!~ “ The queen once again declared, but the hero completely ignored her taunts. Instead he charged forward clashing with the queen. He brought the sword towards her from above, which she parried from below. Reeling back he slashed once more, but from the side, she once again parried the blow. back and forth they went at it. parry after parry not a single one getting through the others defence. To the hero, he was gaining no ground, only getting more and more tired as the battle raged on, while the queen got more and more frustrated she could not handle him.
“ Why won’t you die!!! How are you still standing!!” She glared at him as they crossed swords once more. To his credit he simply smiled, leaning into the clash.
“ Because I have something worth fighting for.” Simply and calmly, he pulled back, the queen not expecting this, stumbled forward, giving the hero a chance to strike...which fails. His own tired body stumbles as well, only serving to slash at the queen’s face, leaving a gash along the side. Furious the queen begins to call down an ice storm, abandoning all form of melee combat. Forced to use defence, our hero, conjures a shield, the onslaught of hail the size of chairs, crashing down on his shield over and over again. Each time causing him to cough blood. He had nothing more to offer, nothing more to use...and yet he still went forward.
“ Can you not see their is nothing left for you! Can you not see your princesses have abandoned you to this fate!! If you love them so much, why do they not come to your aide! Face it hero! They left you to DIE IN THEIR STEAD” The onslaught of hail grew stronger, the queen’s ice glowing a bright white.
His shield almost gone, and yet he moved forward, He was on the brink of unconsciousness, and yet he moved forward, sure to die. Opening his eyes, and glaring forward, his defiance clearly stamped along his face, his mouth turned into frown, snarling loudly, his eyes began to bleed, and yet he moved forward. Hail after hail slammed down onto the shield each one causing indescribable pain. Until he was directly in front of the queen.
The queen lost in her magical rage noticed it too late, too preoccupied with the magical storm and her rants to realize how close he was. Breaking his shield, He used every last bit of energy he had, and curled it up into his horn. It glowed brighter and brighter until finally, he let it loose. The magical energy bolt shot straight through the changelings heart, burning away at her flesh and bone. Leaving nothing but a hole in her chest.
“T-thats imp-oss-ible... “ The queen uttered before falling limp to the ground, changelings all around screaming in pain for the queen’s death. The storm that was present was calming down...but their was still one piece of hail left. Without his shield and being as tired as he was now, their was no way to defend against it. The ice chuck slammed into his side, knocking him back fifty feet in the air and slamming him into the wall.
His light was fading, he had done his task...he had saved the kingdom...a lowly wizard had saved the kingdom by himself...just as he was drifting away two bright lights appeared before him. Both of the figure’s layed down next to his form, and wrapped him in their wings.
“C-ce-le-stia….L-lu-n-a...I’ g-glad y-your s-a-fe” He croaked out in pain before celestia spoke.
“Shh, be still my little pony...all is well...you will be safe.” Celestia said in a hushed voice as she lowered her horn to his body.
“Yes, my loyal subject, we will let no harm come to thee..” Luna said before lowering her’s as well.
The two powerful beings, poured all the healing magic they could into his body...and then darkness.
Our hero awoke with a gasp, shooting out of the bed, gasping and clutching at his chest. He was alive, how or why completely eluded him at the time...he was just happy to be alive. A single knock at the door stirred his attention, and revealed a nurse unicorn trotting in.
“Well, Mr. Starswirl I am glad to see you awake finally! You have been asleep for 3 months! I will go inform the princesses immediately!” Starswirl looked around the room, it was a pristine white, the sun shone through the window softly, reflecting of the walls. before another knock came from the door, and it opened.revealing his two lovely maidens...he fought an entire changeling army for them. Now if only he could tell them how he felt...
Starswirl’s adventure had only just begun.