Remilia's Scarlet Equestria

by Dragonborne Fox


Chapter Three: Gungnir

Tentatively ensuring that the coast was clear, I slowly crawled out of my hiding spot. I had to be careful, for one wrong step could end my life. I didn’t know this world; I had to tread with caution. Looking back on it, I would feel foolish—but had I known of my superiority my state of panic might have very well ended me all the same.

A faint, shimmering blue light broke through the forest canopy in small rays. I looked up and saw through the leaves the full moon bringing about the night.

Serene calm washed over my being, perplexing me into thinking about my earlier vision from an entirely new angle. Could the night, standing by my side, give me strength in what I believed what would’ve been my darkest hour?

I blinked a few times as I landed onto the dirt-trodden walkway of the forest, still looking at the sky. I noticed the moon had the shape of a unicorn in its crater arrangement. Oh, sweet Makai, the moon fits these horses too?! What next—

No, I need to calm down and save my anger for later. Maybe I’ll hurt the imbecile Yukari after this.

My wings snapped open, stretching to their full length. The moonlight’s rays made the joints appear a soft silver, which was a relief for me. I blinked some more and gazed at the stars beyond for a bit. Strangely, one constellation was in the shape of a pocket watch, complete with a chain. Suddenly, a spark of pain in my heart made itself known to me, and I recoiled a bit as a result.

Already, I was feeling homesick. I needed Sakuya very badly, but she wasn’t here to provide me comfort as she would always do, here by my side.

I turned around, hearing something rustle in the bushes, for the first time since this shameful event granting me anger. Without even revealing themselves, the would-be assailant had truly earned my ire.

Silence. I paused, narrowing my eyes a little as the bushes came to life once more. I smelled the air cautiously, and found a smell I didn’t quite approve of.

A male horse. A stallion.

I smelled again, finding another scent emanating off of the concealed horse and nearly choked.

He had an intention most unpleasant, which would give me another reason to have his head on my bedroom wall once I returned to Gensokyo. And yet, such terrible things were said about the noble vampire. I turned around, deciding now wasn’t the time to cleanse this world of a repulsive beast yet. I began walking away, keeping my ears upright.

My wings folded shut, and now I felt... comfortable in my new, cursed flesh. Perhaps not enough to truly consider this form worthy of such prestigious unliving blood, but enough for me to at least carry things out right when the time came.

Again, the bushes rustled with that one stallion’s scent lingering about them, putting me in another state of alertness. Perhaps I was mistaken in letting this one foul pervert live for too long now. I sincerely hoped he was an exception amongst these creatures, but his scents were telling me otherwise.

I began to pick up my pace, trotting a little bit faster now. Should I run, or should I slay? At this moment, my decision was paramount. I may be unliving, but a lady nonetheless. Unless someone evoked my wrath, which was when I disregarded almost everything, more or less. I must choose wisely; I must part with my honour if I must if only to survive this hour of shame and this impertinent disgrace to existence.

What was I to do in this seemingly peaceful place that housed its share of beasts who didn’t care for others?

The bushes rustled again, and I found myself pushed into the ground by what I assumed to be my pursuer. Truly, he was proving to be a greater nuisance than I could think possible for such a lowly creature.

“Oh, my. Such a lovely mare, and a batpony to boot,” he cooed, his voice reeking of most horrid malice.

“Leave me alone!” I yelled before finding my face pushed further into the ground. I began experiencing a great headache not from his hoof, but from my horn. In response to my increasingly agitated mood my wings flickered and I felt my scarce blood flushing through the flesh. I had still forgotten my superior physical strength and thought not to overpower my current captor.

Yet I felt him screaming and flying in the air away from me, as if my wings alone had pushed him away despite their delicate frames. I swiftly pushed myself up onto my hooves, shaking away the dirt on my face.

There before me was what I needed most: a spear with a long, red shaft and overly large triangular blade. The entire thing radiated red and golden electricity, and I grabbed it with my front hooves, realizing how easy it was to stand on two legs once I did.

I swiftly pulled it out of the ground and turned around. My unseen pursuer emerged from the bushes, and he brandished another wooden stake.

I flung my impromptu weapon at him and grinned as his body was sliced in two pieces. The spear—my Gungnir—landed in a tree not too far behind him. The perverted cadaver fell to the ground and his wound splattered a portrait of gore all around him, my body included.

I walked over to it on my hind hooves and kicked its wretched face as a final means of mocking the horse for its blatant stupidity. A joy—a great, wondrous joy—washed over me then as I kept walking until I reached my weapon and pried it out of the tree.

I smiled as I knew now what I needed to do.