Damn it! I hope I can find some cover before some dragons see me. You see for some reason dragons attack me on sight. No warning or nothing. At first I thought it was because they had some connection to the dragons from Dark Souls, but that would be impossible…… right?’
I sure hope so or else I’m fucked since Artorias helped Gwyn fight the ancient dragons. I’ve already tested luck enough in the past few hours already. I don’t want to try it anymore than I have too. For all I know they already know I’m here from my abyss magic. Those dragons are like sharks smelling blood. Except in this case the ‘blood’ is the excess abyss magic that constantly falls off my armour like black mist. I guess these dragons have some connection with Dark Souls dragons. If thats the case I rather not face this world’s version of Seath the Scaleless.
That bastard and his stupid curse breath. Hearing a very muffled roar drags me from my thoughts.
Shit, that was a dragon’s roar. I should find shelter. I look around only to find a field of boulders, boulders and you guessed it……. boulders. Well it wasn’t all boulders. There was a huge volcano off in the distance, but I don’t think I’ll be able to reach it in time.
Another roar sounds off in the distance instantly changing my mind. Ok, volcano good, very good right now. With renewed vigor I sprint full speed to the volcano. From where I landed from the teleport the volcano should be at least a hundred miles or so, give or take. Even with my enhanced speed and agility it’s not enough to outrun something that flies. How could I tell this? Well the roars off in the distance were now sounding closer….. a lot closer. I think that the dragon(s) might be just past my range of vision, but I am well in theirs.
Shit shit shit, I need to go faster. How is the question……… Wait, wait…… Will that even work? Well theres a first time for everything. Charging some earth magic into my legs and feet I try to launch myself with as much force as I can, and to my surprise I go flying. If you thought Hulk’s super jump was big I got news for you. The jump itself must have taken me at least a few hundred feet in the air.
It’s going to hurt falling back down. That…. was the one thing I forgot. Newton’s philosophy, everything that goes up must come down. In my case, hard, very hard. The good thing is that I could see miles in any direction from this height, and let me tell you. It… was… beautiful. Dusk was approaching so it turned the clouds into a painting that even Leo would be envious of painting.
But all good things must come to an end. One of the reasons is dragons shooting fireballs at you. Without even realizing it I let the dragons gain huge distance on me as I was admiring the view. Luckly-
Wow, I’m surprised I still have some luck left…… damn you Murphy.
“Abysswalker!!!! Come meet your doom!” In front of me was one of the biggest dragons I have ever seen. He was as black as onyx and had multiple pink scars all over his body. His eyes were a fierce shade of red and orange. On top of his head was a golden crown with a lot of jewels embedded in it. Almost like a russian chandelier.
“I have wait for a millennia to avenge my father’s death! I have no idea how such a puny mortal defeated my father, but it won’t happen to me.” I’m glad that gravity decided to catch up with me or else I would be freefalling barbeque.
“Get back here!” Even if he doesn’t understand the gesture I flip him a bird. Moving into a position similar to diving except my arms are at my sides. Maybe I could aim myself to fall towards the volcano's base.
“I will feast on your entrails worm!” I’m really starting to get tired of that guy. Deciding to go a little old school on this I channel some more magic to my feet to increase my speed even more.
“SORU!” In that instant I kick the air ten times and shoot forward. The speed in which I just accomplished was a form of Rokushiki, or a form of superhuman martial arts. It allows the user to travel or attack at unseeable speeds, and since I haven’t mastered the technique yet I soon find myself reappearing an inch from the ground….. head first.
Oh Shi-
*BOOOOM*
SON OF A BLACK KNIGHT THAT HURT! I groan as I push myself up. That was not what I was expecting when I thought of using that technique. I bet Murphys just laughing his ass off right now.
“Abysswalker!”
“Would you please stop with the shouting! I can hear you just fine. You don’t have to yell like you’re at a Black Sabbath concert.” A confused glare was all I got.
Of course, why should anybody not get my insanely hilarious jokes. The nerve of these people. Crawling out of the small crater I could feel the small earthquake from the black dragons landing. Using the remaining magic I sprint up the side of the volcano looking for a opening. The only thing keeping from exploring freely was a angry dragon tearing up the mountain side just try and get to me.
“Come back here wurm and I’ll make your death quick.” Screw this, I don’t care if it will leave me a little weak. I really want to kill this wyvern of a dragon. I stop and face the dragon that was now flying at my height.
“Good, you finally learne-” I never let him finish his sentence as I thrust my sword into his throat. He wasn’t expecting such a small creature to have such strength to shove a sword through his scales.
While your scales may be resistant to high temperatures and blunt force, but they have a weak spot to a sharp tip with enough force to tear through solid rock. The force thing is true because when….. Sif was still alive he made me go through training. Some of that training was to cut straight through a boulder as big as a house. It took me a few weeks to build up enough strength to cut it, and that's thanks to Sif’s training regimen. For a intelligent wolf he really knows some hardcore muscle building exercises.
All in all my strength allows me to cut through small mountains. Not all the way through though, then I would be too overpowered. I’m still proud that I managed to cut the Iron Tree of Gulvia. At first I thought it was just a normal tree until Sif said it smelled like metal. And how was I supposed to know that the tree was some sacred symbol to a few tribal ponies. They threw spears like a greek athlete. I still have scars.
“Urrgghhkkkss” Pulling my sword out of the dragons throat I jump off and as gracefully as I can I land on the mountainside. Though to some it looked like the man who jumped looked like a chicken with its head cut off when it landed.
Standing up from my kneeling position I look to see the rest of the dragons flying there staring walled eyed at the dead dragon at the bottom of the volcano. When enough silence past all of the dragons looked to me. Some had rage in their eyes while some showed appreciation, some even showed fear. One brave dragon decided to fly up to me. Not taking any chances I bring my sword up pointing the tip at the approaching dragon. He stops and holds his hands up in defeat.
“I mean you no harm kingslayer. I was King Onyx’ advisor and friend. While I do feel hate towards you for slaying a friend-” I channel magic into the tip to light it up.
“B-but I equally feel appreciative towards your combat skills.” He said hastefully.
Really? All I did was stab him in the throat. He just wasn’t fast enough to dodge it.
“Our laws dictate that you keep what you kill. Since you killed King Onyx the Fire Tamer you are entitled to the throne. Or in other words.” He adjust his position while flying to bow to me.
“You are our new king….”
Wow, wasn’t expecting that. What do I say? I don’t want to be king but if I leave them their entire kingdom will fall to chaos……Oh PLAN!!!! This certain plan had to do with a certain problem I saw in Equestria, other than sunbutt of course.
“I will be your king, but only on certain conditions.” I mental smirk knowing that they have to agree.
“”What are they m’lord.” Oh I could never get used to that.
“1. When I was in Equestria I happen to come across a problem. That problem was racialism. Left and right I could see ponies treating each other fine, but when it came to anything non-pony their shunned them. Is this true?”
But for some reason that griffin in Canterlot didn't seem to have a problem, or he was really good at hiding it.
“Yes m’lord. The ponies are arrogant enough where they can treat other races like dirt and expect their princesses to back them up. The only reason we haven’t taken any action is because both of the sisters control two celestial bodies that we need to live. You can’t just declare something from someone who could shed your entire world in darkness.” I nod in understanding. I've seen both of the sisters magic first hand, I know how powerful they are. The dragons fear was well placed. Good thing I overcame that fear a long time ago.
“Before we continue I would like you and the others to gather around and relax. I was not here to take your old king’s life, but that doesn't determine the future when it comes to the heart.” I look back at the dragons still hovering in the air.
“Some of you may hate me or fear me, but I would still like to earn your trust. There is a saying from my home, ‘Those who do not wish to lead are the ones that will lead the best.’ I do not want to lead you, but I will do so to the best of my abilities. Now back to the conditions.” As I use some earth magic the create a chair out of stone I could feel the rumbling of the dragons as each one settled down and paid attention to my words.
“Since I say the problems in Equestria I would like to ask one question. How much imports do you receive from Equestria.” For some reason the elder dragon had a sizable notepad under his wing just for these types of situations.
“As of last week, we receive about 3.8% total trade from Equestria. All trades include gems, wheat, silk and exotic fruits.”
“How long can you last without those trades?”
“Without the wheat we wouldn't last long. Since the Great Hunting War a few centuries ago we have had to ration meat, so now our diet consists of an omnivore. We have had to adapt since most of the meat in our country has gone extinct.” Doing some calculation in my head I think I can come up with a good plan by the end of the day.
“What if I could teach you how to grow food. If you didn't know already volcanic soil is very good for growing food as long as you maintain them with water.” Saying this most dragons eyes become hopeful. I raise a hand to stop them from jumping me with farming questions.
“In conclusion, my first demand to to cut off all trade with Equestria and allow all refugees who suffer under the ponies. We can worry about housing later. Now on to demand number two.” It took all my self control not to start laughing from the look on all of their faces. It looked like they found out that I’m a dimensional traveling monkey who got transformed into a hardcore knight…. oh wait.
“W-w-what is your second demand m’lord?”
“Second, how many allies do you have politically?” The elder dragon once again checks his notepad.
“We are allies with the Diamond Dog kingdom, the Republic of Zebrica and we are also good friends of Jarl Ironbull for the province of Zixtrim. There are few others but they are too small to have any real influence.”
Good, good. I remember reading about all three of those countries. This will be a fair game. I’ll show the world how fearsome a knight of Gwyn with a humans intuition can do in a world of arrogant species.
“For the second demand I want you to call a meeting of all world leaders in a weeks time. I would like for the meeting to be in the capital. Lastly my third demand.” If the dragons faces stay like that any longer they’re going to get stuck.
“I know I keep starting the demands with questions but that’s so I have solid information to work with. What is the name of this kingdom?” Some of the dragons look at me like I’m stupid, but the elder doesn’t even bat an eye.
“Junaar……Why?” I need to watch myself or else I’m going to kill something with my smirks.
“I want to change it to Lot Junaar.” Again I see appreciation in the dragons’ eyes. They don’t do much to hide what they are thinking.
“I didn’t know you understood the dragon language m’lord. It means very much to us old dragons on what you decided to rename our life-long home. I believe you will make a great king.” Standing up I wave to all of the dragons to stand.
“Now that we have all of that out of the way why don’t we head to the capital……”
“Uthrun m’lord. Would you like to accompany me? I believe that we have much to discuss on our way back to the capital.
“I would like that very much.” I walk up his out stretched wing and wave to the other dragons.
“Let’s return home my friends.” I hear a roar of approval from the dragons… or should I say my dragons. I feel a warm fuzzy feeling in my chest that I haven’t felt since Sif accidentally called me brother. The memory almost makes me start to breakdown, but I compose myself before it could get really bad.
As we lift into the air me and Uthrun start discussing politics and military within the kingdom, and I finally realize, I finally have a home.
As Celestia walk into her room she throws her crown across the room embedding the jewelry into the wall. Letting out a sigh of frustration she walks over to the mirror.
How could I let him take his sword back. I’m such a fool. I thought that Discord would spend too much time on the elements and not Artorias.
It’s not a he Celestia…… it is an it. Looking into the mirror Celestia see a black shadow of herself not unlike Luna’s nightmare form. This shadow showed up after Artorias arrived all those years ago and it hasn't left ever since. It whispers promises of power and wisdom. Unfortunately for Celestia she gave in to its temptations and was consumed by her fear of the Abysswalker.
You did all you could Celestia. He was just too strong for you. You need more power. I can give you the power you seek Celestia. For all we know he’s out there planning to take his revenge out on your ponies. Are you going to let that happen? What if he doesn't stop at them? He could go after your friends, or worse your sister. Let me help you Celestia. With the both of us we could wipe him of this plane of existence.
With ever word Celestia shank deeper and deeper into her shell of power and madness. If anybody were in her room they would have seen the purple flash in Celestia’s eyes as she accepts more of the fear that has plagued her for the past centuries. They also would have heard the demonic laugh coming from the mirror as Celestia lied in bed hoping for peaceful sleep, but peaceful sleep never comes to those who embrace the Abyss.