• Published 10th Nov 2012
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Sword of Discord - Face on Fire!!



A powerful sword falls into the hooves of a young fencing student

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An Unexpected Visit

An Unexpected Visit

By Face on Fire!!

Sabre looked at the sword. The sword appeared to be looking at Sabre. From it's place on the wall, the blade's sheath shone and made it seem as if there were two yellow eyes staring out at whatever happened to be in the room. Sabre wasn't sure why, but for one reason or another the sword captured him. He could almost feel it calling out to him. It had started out as a soft whisper, but it was steadily growing into a strangely familiar sounding call. Saber could swear he had heard that voice before.

The voice was telling him to take the sword to Canterlot. And without a second thought he stood up, removed the sword from the wall, and strapped it onto his belt. He didn't know what was telling him to go to Canterlot, but being the superstitious person he was he didn't want to risk being cursed or haunted because of the sword. It had just appeared one day in his father's collection of artifacts and Sabre was pretty sure that it wasn't there before. Wherever it had come from, it seemed that taking it to Canterlot was the best option.

Just as Sabre opened his door to leave, he saw a bright flash of purple light. When the light went away the figure standing in front of him was someone instantly recognizable to any citizen of Ponyville: Princess Celestia's faithful student, Twilight Sparkle. Her sudden appearance wasn't especially startling to Sabre. What was surprising was that she was carrying... a sword. It was a simple sword very much like his own, but with a slightly shorter blade and no jewels adorning the sheath. Suddenly, she spoke.

"Sabre," Twilight began, "by royal decree of Princess Celestia I must ask that you hand over the Sword of Discord to me so that it may be returned the royal archives where it belongs." The heavy tone of her voice made her mission seem that much more serious.

Suddenly, Sabre heard the sword at his side speak to him again. "Don't listen to her," the sword would say. "She just wants to prevent you from returning the sword and lifting your curse. You don't want to be hearing voices forever, do you?"

As if by instinct, Sabre answered both Twilight and the voice by drawing his sword and simply saying the word, "No." Suddenly, an unknown force began to creep into his body, giving him the urge to attack. It was only by sheer willpower that he didn't.

"I do not want to fight you," Twilight said drawing her sword. "But I will if I must." Sabre could feel himself becoming completely engulfed by the power, which seemed to flow from the sword in his hand. It soon began to cloud his mind. His logic and reasoning were thrown out, and a carnal rage took over. Soon every fiber of his being was ready for a fight. It didn't help that Twilight drawing her sword was translated as an invitation. A battle was inevitable.