Beautiful Rainbows, Unicorns, and Rainbow Unicorns

by GamingWolf

Re-Chapter Nine

"What a strange yet familiar place this is," the giant mused as he flipped through the pages of a book with pictures of creatures both familiar and foreign. "Even if I do find an abecedarium for this language, I have nothing to compare it with," he growled with frustration. He decided to check if any chicken-cats were stupid enough to stay in the castle town.

Descending the castle steps, he marveled at his chaos: griffons of every color speckled the stairs and paved streets, destroyed buildings, broken statues, and the blood that painted nearly every thing. Wings here, tails there, legs to, talons fro, and heads rolling around. A question popped into his head: why were there no scavengers picking at the cornucopia of chicken-cat chunks?

A red blur in the corner of his eye interrupted his train of though. He could hear something running. A vicious grin pulled at the points of his mouth. Let the hunt begin!

"I just wanted to visit the Griffon homeland!" Seamless Stitch cried in her head. She had to keep herself from vomiting upon seeing the dreadful sight of all the dead griffons. To make matters worse, a terrifying giant was walking through the gore, bathed in blood. She needed to escape. As she sped up, she ran into what felt like a brick wall. Shaking her head and getting her barrings straight, she wished badly that she had hit a wall. She was petrified with fear, staring up at the bloody. . . grinning giant. . .

He picked up the cardinal red horse by her barrel with both hands. "Greetings," he grinned devilishly. He heard it squeak and it urinated, fainting in his hands. "Now, that's not polite," he grimaced.

She awoke to a crackling flame. She strained to get up but found that difficult. When her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she found herself bound with chains. Panic coursed through her veins.

"Omigoshomigoshomigoshomigoshomigoshomigosh! It's going to eat me!" she shouted in her head. Then she remembered she was a unicorn. "Heh heh heh. Not too smart, eh giant?" Her horn glowed a soft pink and the chains glowed a similar color.

A beefy hand grabbed her horn, which dispelled her magic, and lifted her up.

"So, that's what your horn does," it mused, its orange eyes burning into her skull. "Neat little trick."

He stared at her for a deathly long couple heartbeats.

"Good. You didn't wet yourself this time."

He placed her on a table and started removing her binds, which baffled her.

He spoke. "You can run. . ." he glared at her, "but you'll just die tired."

She gulped audibly.

The giant pulled a chair to him and sat. "You will teach me your language, in exchange for your freedom," he stated and pointed at the table.

Seamless Stitch saw stationary, quills, and ink, neatly set on the table. She looked up at him, then down at the table, then back up at him.

"Great. You're a mute," he groaned.

"N-no. . ." she managed to squeak.

"Then get started."

Darqlon landed in the training yard in a small cloud of dust. The guards landed behind him loudly and carefully placed the platform down. He could not lie: the castle was breathtaking and probably looked better during the day. He absorbed his shadowy wings into his back and stretched.

"If you would not mind, sir, could you please wait here?" the white pegasus, Bulwark Defense, asked politely.

"I do. . . not mind," Darqlon said.

The pegasi guards followed their sergeant. Two dark grey unicorn guards entered the yard and stood guard at the platform. Darqlon went over to the obelisk to read its inscriptions. The unicorn guards eyed the black phantasmal figure wondering which abyssal pit of Tartarus it escaped from.

Learning nothing new from the obelisk, he began to study the structure of the castle and its walls. Simple architecture but efficient nonetheless. The yard was completely closed off with high walls and two towers posted at the corners. Test dummies and targets were in one corner of the yard with a boxing square ring in the middle of the yard.

The sound of doors opening made him turn to the sound. He saw a tall, proud, white winged-unicorn, with a spectral flowing mane and tail, walking towards him, accompanied with Bulwark Defense.

"A pleasure to make your acquaintance," Princess Celestia addressed the form with glowing red eyes, with a slight bow. "My name is Princess Celestia. I rule Equestria along side my sister, Princess Luna."

"The pleasure. . . is all mine. . . your Highness," Darqlon knelt with a deep bow, he remained that way for a second before standing again, "I am called. . . Darqlon."

"I thank you for healing my little ponies in Cloudsdale," she smiled gratefully.

"It was an accident.. . . that I caused. . . so I helped. . . naturally," he replied humbly.

"You had a long journey; you must be hungry. I have a meal prepared for you," she said uncertainly if the shade even ate.

"That. . . will not be. . . necessary. . . your Highness. I do not. . . require food for. . . my sustenance," he declined politely.

"Very well," she nodded and walked over to the platform with the stony obelisk. "Could you tell me what this is?"

Following the princess, Darqlon answered, "Of course. That is. . . a simple granite obelisk. . . with inscriptions. .that say my name. . . and title. Why it is here. . . I can not say. This type of obelisk. . . is primarily used. . . as a grave marker."

"Interesting. And what was your title in your world?" the alabaster alicorn inquired with curiosity.

"In my original. . . plane of existence. . . I am considered. . . a god," he stated.

"A god? Really?" she awed.

Darqlon reached down to the ground and picked up a shadow, manipulating it like a black blanket. "I am the God of Shadow. . . and Lord of the Night," he waved his hands in the air, the shadow following his movements like flowing water.

"Incredible. . ." Celestia watched the show in wonderment, as did the guards.

The shadow morphed into a large scythe, startling the ponies, he quickly dissipated the weapon and threw the shadow back on the ground.

"Bravo!" Celestia clapped her fore-hooves together.

Darqlon bowed, "I have much to. . . inform you Princess. . . and would be. . . more than happy. . . to share. Though. . . I would not mind. . . having a seat."

Princess Celestia chuckled, "Certainly. Follow me. I believe we have a creature from your realm in our care. You may visit him, if you wish."

"I would like to see this creature first, please."

"Very well," Celestia led her new guest into her castle.