Alone. He felt right at home there, in the center of nothingness. That’s where everything made sense, everything was right. He was all and yet he was none. He crouched and he sat still.
Pain. He remembered pain, it was so intense, a lifetime of pain catching him faster than he could run. He felt like he was forgetting something, something important that divided itself from the endless darkness within his mind.
Omior felt himself come to realization in that endless void. He had to go, had to get out of it, find Vigil, had to find someone and get back. If there was anything waiting back there.
“Am I dead?” The warrior now stood there, waiting, almost expecting a response.
Omior looked down at his hands. He clenched them and unclenched them repeatedly, after he was satisfied he muttered to himself. “Probably not,” but now what? How was he getting out of here, this strange..........Dream?
Some faint muffling was caught in the far reaches of the darkness around him. The warrior turned in circles trying to make heads or tails of the words. It sounded as if he was underwater, but that couldn’t be right, could it?
The words slowly became clearer and clearer. “............What’s his con................. and what of pr......................ot heard anything so far.” It started to fill in more and more until he heard the click of a doorknob and the footsteps to go along with it. “Princess.” A voice said in recognition. “You didn’t seem to waste time in coming here. Any reason for your urgency to arrive?”
Princess? Could the voice be talking about Celestia? That lifted Omior’s spirit as he figured he’d finally get some answers. The previous voice spoke up again as he very much thought he felt breath hit his face. “The silent treatment isn’t a very wise thing to do in this situation you know?”
After a few moments of silence, the familiar female voice spoke up in rebuttal. “There is no particular reason dear subject of mine. I’ve merely come because I would like answers to the questions I’ve had teeming up inside for awhile now.”
Slowly Omior felt a numbing sensation come across his body, from the tips of his toes and fingers up in a painfully slow process. The conversation continued, but only in small breaks of chit chat.
“So what about Luna? Have you left her in charge while coming here?” The voice sounded more familiar. What was it? Vigil! Yes that is Vigil’s voice. Vigil continued after a moment of silence. “It doesn’t matter anyway, but I would like to know how you met Omior.”
“Maybe we’ll have a chance to talk about it at a later date.” The numbness was now nearly covering his whole body, a sharp icy chill was followed shortly behind this empty feeling.
The sound of a door opening hit Omior’s ears. “I’m sorry but you both will have to wait outside in the hall, he’s only barely in a stable condition as is for now and with what little we have to go on, it would be counter-productive for him to-oh my apologies. I did not realize Princess Celestia was here. Please take your time.” And followed by the door shutting was the sound of hooves going towards the door.
The icy feeling completely encased Omior and he couldn’t help but panic. Was he dying? Was he hurt somewhere that was causing this? Was the room cold? What’s going on? He almost failed to realize he could move the tips of his fingers. This did little to quell the tide of panic but, it helped in a way.
Now he felt as if he were inside a block of ice, he tried struggling in his dreamscape but it did little.
He gasped once he felt a small strike of pain from what could be a blanket covering him that emanated heat of a sort. He felt his hands were mobile now and could feel the blanket that was tucked around his body. He used his fingers to guide his arms across his body in a sort of criss cross manner.
After a while, Omior gave up in struggling and felt himself content to just sit there and wait until he had enough control over his own body. What use is struggling when the inevitable is coming into arms reach?
Omior heard the door open again and the clip clop of hooves towards the bed next to him. Whomever it was moved his arms back to his sides and adjusted what sounded like a bag of water. Omior moved his fingers into a fist real quickly before unclenching his fingers. He heard a gasp and whoever had been with him began to rush out of the room.
Minutes rang by agonizingly as Omior could finally move both his arms completely, along with most of his upper body. He carefully pulled himself up in to a sitting position and stretched his arms. Once he did, he saw his ever familiar pony companion enter the room.
Vigil gave a smirk and silently walked next to Omior’s rather small hospital bed. “Looks like someone’s been waiting for me.” His smirk grew into a smile. “Glad to see you’re doing fine buddy.”
Omior yawned into his right hand. “Glad to be okay too. I thought I had cut it close after all the damage suffered. Luckily I was proven wrong.”
“Well then sir, I do believe it’s time to go over a few things now that you’re awake,” The voice from earlier came in the room in the form of a mare in a doctor’s outfit.
Vigil just nodded in understanding and brushed past her as he left the room. Once the room shut she walked up to the clipboard at the base of the bed and examined it for a short minute before sighing. She went to the cabinet and grabbed a needle. She came back up to Omior and smiled.
“Don’t worry, this’ll only hurt a second.” She said as she lifted the three sizes too short hospital gowned arm before plunging the needle in slightly. Omior cringed a little bit thinking of it but after another minute she pulled the needle back which held some blood in it. Omior seemed surprised by it as the mare took the vial and placed it on a stand for needles.
After a few minutes she left the room with a few notes on the clipboard she decided to take with her, just a half a minute later, Celestia came in alone. She smiled to Omior as she sat down beside his bed.
“So is everything alright?” She asked.
He decided to lay back and stare at the ceiling. “I’m doing fine princess. Just a regular week for me.”
“That’s good to hear. I take it you’ve regained your memories then?” She looked at him and just noticed his lips flash a frown before going back into a neutral expression.
“Perhaps some of them. I don’t know if it’s all of them yet though, but I can say it has to be three lifetimes worth.” He sighed. “So what about you? To what do I owe the pleasure of meeting the country’s leader in a medical facility?”
“Because I wanted to know what it is that has happened,” she paused, but after a second she continued. “And a new being just appearing from seemingly nowhere usually would be top of the list for most individuals. So, would you care for telling a story?”
“Pray tell as to what?”
“Probably how you ended up being so seriously hurt.”
“Don’t know their names, but your guards who met up with us were something else. These shadow things. Next thing I knew I was fighting monsters in an arena shortly after being dragged away from a crash. That is the gist of it.”
“What kind of monsters?”
“Cyclops, minotaur and this weird snake lady before the place collapsed and I was knocked out,” Omior looked at Celestia and she seemed to understand what he was going to ask.
“I have no idea who this snake lady is but she will be found. Later on I want you to describe all of this to my guard captain who will lead the search for her,” Celestia smiled at Omior. “As for now, I do believe rest is what you need so take as much as you’d like,” Celestia got up as the warrior nodded.
As she walked out of the room he called out again. “I do have questions of my own.”
Celestia stopped halfway out the door. “That will wait for tomorrow, but like I said, just rest for now.”
“If you say so.”