//------------------------------// // I'm breaking free!!! // Story: Tales of the Abysswalker // by Sir_Elton_lunar //------------------------------// “Dissy, you there pal?” “Artorias, how have you been my old friend?” *CRACK* “Good good, listen Dissy I hate to break this short, but it’s time you held up your end of the bet. You were only out for 2 days max and now it’s time to pay up.” *Rumble* “Oh I know Ar. I just like to add a little suspense.” “Gwyn dammit, let me out Discord!” *CRRRAAACCCKKKK* “Why didn’t you say so in the first place. I already started and for your information I never hold back on a deal.” *BOOOM* Fresh air, that’s the first thing that registered in my clouded mind. Being stuck in stone for a thousand years can do that to you. Second thing that registered in my mind were the spears currently aimed at me from a distance away. “Hooves on your head creature. If not be prepared for extreme actions.” I could hear the authority in his voice but I didn’t care. My first priority was my sword. Hopefully sunbutt didn’t lock it somewhere I can’t get to it, but that’s very unlikely. You see, me and my sword are bound to each other, so it’s kinda like a GPS for swords but way more powerful. I really hope she touched it. I was drawn from my thoughts by an arrow landing mere inches from my grounded hand. Taking in my full situation I rise from my kneeling position. It appears that my statue was moved to a park, where, I can’t say. In front of me are a squad of eight guards all in gold armour. Really? Gold? Did they not learn that gold is super weak to physical attacks. They must be very arrogant if they think that their magic will keep away enemies.  “I will repeat on last time. Put your hooves on your head or face extreme actions.” Good thing these ponies can’t see under my cowl or else they would see my shit eating grin. “I don’t want any trouble.” Thanks to me being Artorias my body is corrupted by the abyss, so it makes my voice rather demonic. I’m guessing from their shaking that they did not expect my tone of voice or my stature. “V-Very well, w-we shall arrest you n-now.” Even though they could sense the danger the guards continued to circle me until I was surrounded. Bringing my arms up to a defensive position I survey the guards one by one each squirming under my gaze. Even if I didn’t have my sword that doesn’t mean I’m defenseless. It just means that I’m severely weakened since the sword is apart of me. Being far distances from the sword my soul starts to get anxious. Good thing about that build in GPS huh? “Can’t we just talk about this.” Once again my voice sets them on edge like they know somethings about to happen. Sadly it is true for them. Knowing that they won’t back down I come up with a plan to settle this quickly. With that in mind I rush forward using the form from my thrusting attack. The only difference is that there’s no sword to thrust with. The poor guard didn’t even have time to react as I punch him in the face knocking him out cold. With seeing one of their own going down the other guards finally gain enough courage to attack. The first unlucky guard to grace me with his attack meet a fate similar to his friend. A straight hook to his jaw. With the guard incapacitated I move to counter the next by ending his side swipe with my own. Sliding the spear down my arm I duck under the blade as I uppercut the pony off the ground onto his back, all in a split second. Glancing over my shoulder I notice three guards behind me ready to strike. I find that this is the perfect opportunity to test out a move I was thinking of while imprisoned. I reach down into the black puddle at me feet. Grabbing a handful of abyss sludge I whip my arm in a arch for maximum effectiveness. Luckily the sludge hits two of the three leaving them screaming in terror. I pity the poor souls but they were the ones who wouldn’t back down. The terrors will wear off in a few hours anyway. With the two on the ground screaming the third looks back to see what happened. To bad it left him wide open for me. A simple right hook to the jaw was enough for the pony to see twetties for awhile. Looking back I had enough time to dodge two crossbows bolts. As I somersault I could feel the breeze of the two bolt whiz past my shoulders. Channeling a little pyromancy into my right hand I cast iron flesh. The feeling going through my body can only be described as burning hot liquid flowing through my veins. As the feeling spreads through my body I could see my armour and flesh turning to solid iron. I only use this pyromancy for straight up attack. Even when I was a gamer this was one of my favorite pyromancies in Dark Souls. With my mobility cut in half I dash as fast as I can to the archers while taking a few hits, but the damage was significantly reduced down to a tickle. Finally coming with terms on their situation the guards try to flee, but I was already too close. Paying the third guard no attention I slam both of my fist down on the back of the fleeing guards’ heads. Leaving the two guards on the ground I turn to the last guard. I also start to smell something bitt- Did he just piss himself? “I want you to give your princesses a message for me.” I thought his head would pop off from how fast he was shaking it. “Tell her she will pay for Sif.” The guard decided that it was a good time to leave when I turned around and started to walk away. As I walk down the street I feel all of the ponies eyes on me. I know what Celestia did to me was wrong and immoral, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to take it all out on her citizens. They had nothing to do with our fight. Our fight was only me and sunbutt for killing Sif. She didn’t just kill him. Oh no that would be too little. No, she erased Sif from existence. I watched powerless as I saw my loyal companion be ripped apart thread by thread as if he was a piece of cloth. I tried to protect him with my shield but the magic was too strong. It sent my shield flying off into the horizon never to be seen again. Sif was my only companion when I entered this world. He stayed with me through all of my losses and victories. It came to a point that I used some abyss magic to connect our minds. It surprised me how intelligent Sif was. I assumed that since he was a wolf he lived off of instincts, but that wasn’t the case. With Sif at my side he helped stem the madness growing inside my head thanks to the abyss greatsword. It whispers sweet nothings into my mind trying to unleash my strength, my rage and my desire for battle. But with Sif there I felt that I could tolerate the madness. I shake my head ridding myself of the past as I walk down the street. I still have no idea what town I’m even in. I remember that I was in the castle of the two sisters when I was forced to watch them rip Sif apart.       Following my build-in GPS I face the direction the signal is come from. I feel the tug on my soul as if the sword knows I’m coming for it. Stupid Abyss magic. Not even look down I ask a random pony walking down the street for information. "What is in that direction?” Feeling its fear I look down to find myself facing a mare of average build, or average a thousand years ago. She had a straight pale blue mane with a little pink horn extending from her forehead. Her coat was a light shade of pink to go with her horn and mane. Her tail shared the same characteristics as her mane. “U-u-u-um t-that w-way is C-canterlot.” I nod my head in thanks as I leave the poor mare cowering in fear. So she really did make Mt. Canterlot her home. It’s going to be her tomb as well. With a destination I set off towards Mt. Canterlot planning my revenge for sunbutt.