Xanthor woke up very excited.
"Today's the day." He said to no one in particular, as he got out of bed. I've been waiting to long too see my brother he thought, as he rushed into the kitchen to grab an apple. As he finished, he quickly ran outside, as the horn was sounded for his return.
As he got there he noticed something crucial, Ackayacha was no where to be found. Had he misunderstood the horn?
"Where's Ackayacha?" He asked Shield
"I'm sorry Prince Xanthor." Shield said, unable to look Xanthor in the eyes.
"What do you mean you're sorry? Where is he?"
"When we got there, he was nowhere to be seen. Chimera said that some ponies came. When she came back to her senses, he was gone."
Xanthor was at a loss for words. He knew he shouldn't have let him go. For all he knew Ackayacha could be dead right now.
"You may go now, I must have word with mother about this."
Xanthor took off straight towards the palace. Upon entering the single room palace, he noticed that he wasn't alone. There were literally a hundred others wanting to ask for favors.
On the far end of the throne room, upon the stone crafted throne, sat mother. Passing by some of the horsian artwork he made his way to mother.
Taking notice of him Mother started her own approach.
"Xanthor I'd never thought I'd see you in here. How are y," mother started asking, but looking into his eyes showed a mix of concern and anger. "What is it what's wrong?" She asked taking another step towards him.
"When Night Fury made his return, guess what?"
"What?"
"No Ackayacha."
Mother was taken aback. "What, what do you mean? Where could he have gone? What did Chimera do to him?" She asked in a harsh whisper.
"Apparently their were ponies there, Chimera blacked and when they came to their senses, Ackayacha was gone. It's all you fault."
The statement had made mother angry. Her eyes scrunched. "What the hay do you mean it's my fault. I'm not one of those dirty, disgusting, evil, dirty-dealing, son of a whorse. How is it my fault? Please enlighten me."
"I told you not to force him to go, but no you claimed he needed training."
"If he's going to fight the dark one he needs to be trained. That still doesn't mean I can see into the future and see what's going to bucking happen."
"You claim to love him, but do you do anything sensible, for his own good? No. Everything he does has to be useful to your plan. You claim to be his mother, but you're willing to send him to his death. What kind of mother are you? Do you even care about him at all?" Xanthor turned his back on her and started walking out.
"Where the buck, do you think you're going mister!" She yelled after him.
"I'm going to do what you'd never do. I'm going to save Ackayacha!" He yelled back before slamming the door. He took off towards the Chimera territory, knowing full well that he might need to skin a cat.
I have been captured. My attempt to escape, halted. For now they seem Adamant on healing me. I am now strapped down by my hooves on the pretty soft bed. I tried wiggling out of the restraints, but only succeeded in causing another sharp pain to course to the half missing shoulder. I did everything ii knew how to do to free myself. I tried burning through the restraints, but with the lack of fire or sunlight, I had nothing to pull the heat from. my mind drifted to the dream I had of selene, or rather Luna as she told me she wanted to be called.
"Fear not, we shall not harm thee."
"Who are you?"
"We are Princess Luna. Ruler of the night.
It brought a few questions to mind about her. 'Why did she change her name to princess? I mean surely goddess is a much better title. Why did she visit me, when so many of us are starving? What was with the horn and wings get up?' Then it hit me. The only creatures I've seen with wings like those were ponies.
'Damnit, why didn't I pay attention to what she called herself' silently cursing my behavior with the goddess. Why wasn't I paying more attention to her words. My mind has been corrupted. how did she get into my dreams? I bet she planted all those dreams of me being a pony, to cause me to second guess my mother. But what if she's right? What if that pony really is our real mother?
A knock on the door brought me from my internal debate. As the door opened a purple, horned, winged pony walked in. Everything about her was purple. it seems the only exception was the single pink streak through her mane. On her back was a smaller, two-legged lizard. It too was purple, but had green scales running from the top of it's head to the tip of it's tail. Normally I would freak, but being bound to the bed with no hope of escape, what would be the point.
"liddj sj seilghef spkrih." she spoke in that same confusing pony language that seemed to accompany them. She stood there looking at me, as if waiting for me to say something.
"Hello Horned pony."
She tilted her head in confusion, while the two legged lizard wrote something down. She seemed to contemplate what to do. She tapped her chest and said, "Twifhdskf spajrhfj." She spoke that same jumbled mess of a language.
If only you were your princess of the night. At least I could understand and talk to you.
I copied her gesture of chest tapping. "Ackayacha."
Once again she tilted her head in confusion. She then told the lizard something, which he wrote. Walking to the window, the lizard proceeded to set the paper on fire.
'Yes fire. Now I can escape.' I focused on the fire as my crystal started to illuminate. the Fire came back into the room to my hoof. Princess purple was shocked to see the crystal illuminate and the fire, that she barely had time to react when the fire came back. Using the fire I set flame to the brown binds. They quickly burned as I sat up and started getting back into bed. A familiar feeling came over me. Looking at my hoof, I see it had been punctured by a glass container with a clear liquid. As the liquid disappeared, I started to feel really really calm. Like I don't care if you cut my hoof off calm.
After awakening, I quickly disposed of the strange pony, by slamming him against a wall of thin clear rock. I hobbled out of the room and into the spookily empty hallway. Upon entering a crossroads, more ponies