Prologue
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Amidst the rubble of a long fallen castle courtyard, a single statue covered in brown stains was cracked beyond repair. Whatever the creature that had stood there was, it had long since become unrecognizable and as such the only thing capable of retaining an eye for beyond a moment was the exceptionally large pedestal beneath it and the pulsating pressure emitted by whatever bygone magic had been used to create it. Vines and overgrowth had long since covered and destroyed the various other statues.
A single figure, stepping forth from a rippling in the side of the statue, looked up into the sky and froze. Despite the lack of clouds, evident by the brightness of a crescent moon tinged in orange, there was nothing to be seen. No stars existed in the dark expanse above its head. The figure seemed to shiver as it looked, before turning towards the outer park of the courtyard, cautiously moving through the foliage onto a cracked cobblestone street. Other plants and even trees had grown up through the rock and obscured part of the town ahead of her, yet one thing was clear.
In various places were bones of those who had long since passed, though unfamiliar to the figure for some reason. The people of this place had died far before she had gotten here and the only sense of something living was the flickering blue light of what could have been a fire. The figure, though not entirely clear in the weak light of the moon, was a woman of some sort. What little light there was reflected showed deep orange and dark red hair, nearly reminiscent of blood. She stumbled over a brick and the torchlight flickered as a single voice echoed out.
"What fool dares?" a voice called out, thick with anger. She froze for a moment, her heart beating violently in her chest. She clutched her chest, her eyes wide as she proceeded and called out.
"I'm merely passing," she answered, shivering in the cool air as the voice said nothing for a few moments. The torchlight stopped moving and she sighed in relief as it did. Whoever had spoken was clearly not in the mood for, well, anything so far as she could tell. As she took another few stops forward, the voice spoke again.
"You will show yourself or die," the rough voice answered. Panicking she moved quickly towards the torchlight, a figure wearing what was evidently quite heavy armor stood there with a large axe on it's back. The face was wrinkled and one eye was missing, an empty flesh hole stared at her. The other eye looked her up and down, the gaze odd and not one she felt she could understand.
The man scoffed, the scars across his face stretching with the movement of face muscles and his scraggly hair short and tinged with grey. "A woman are you? Good, the boys and I need one of you." He grabbed her wrist and dragged her closer to the torch on the ground where four figures sat.
Three of them gave her the same look, one of them more intense with the rest, though the obscene weight the figure had and the loose clothes gave the indication he cared little about his own appearance, he clearly cared about hers. One of the other figures was relatively muscular and gave her an odd familiar sense, as if she had met him before, while the other was eerily scrawny and disgusting, it looked as if part of it's face would fall off. While the other two were somewhat pale, that one seemed almost white.
The fourth figure was too hidden by darkness and didn't even seem to be awake, or even possibly alive. As she looked back towards the one that had dragged her with him, one of them spoke in a way that made it seem as if it spoke from it's very nose. "Ah, found a good one 'ave ya chief?"
The man beside her scoffed, "Possibly, she looks decent enough at the very least. If she knows how to cook, even better." The man shoved her arm towards the going fire where a small pot hung above the burning torch on the ground. She gulped and approached it. The man eyed her for a minute and kicked a bag towards her, "Get to cooking... what's your name?"
"Sunset," she answered quietly, the entire situation was completely unlikely any she had planned for, an overwhelming sense of danger filled her as each moment passed. The other voice, it's source quite clear to her now as the thinner of the bunch, snorted loudly.
"Sunset? The fuck kind of shit is that," the other two figure laughed heavily along with him, "What kind of retard names someone that?" She opened her mouth to respond, but the piercing glare from the men before her silenced her voice before it could arise. She dragged the bag closer to her and lifted the scalding lid from the pot before her, wincing with pain as she set it lightly on the ground. Her skin felt raw and stung violently as she began removing things from the bag. None of them were familiar to her, though shapes seemed similar to some she knew.
"Hurry up bitch, we're starving!" the largest man said, his chin wobbling as he spoke and the spittle dripped down his face. She nodded and began moving faster as the men began to converse. After a few moments they seemingly began to ignore her and she began to move away from the light, her very being screamed of danger the closer she was to each of the men and only one thought remained.
Whatever this place was, it was not worth it. It was dark and there was little familiar about it to her. Starswirl's journals had said nothing like this about the world, something was different, something was completely and utterly wrong about the place. She had barely left the area when the nasally voice spoke out, "Chief, it's running away," he pointed at her.
She ran, she immediately ditched the idea of sneaking out and made for the pedastal but the heavy creaking of armor got closer and closer as she ran, clearly faster than she was and a sharp blow knocked her to the ground, warmth spread from the back of her head and the taste of copper filled her mouth. The man above her furrowed his brows, "Now you're going to die anyway, but only after we're done," her tore the cloth from her chest and another sharp blow connected with her side.
The sound of laughter echoed in her ears, the warmth spread down onto her back and she spat out the liquid. The blood that was filling her mouth along with several teeth landed on the ground in front of her. Her face ached where it had landed on the stone and the back of her head throbbed. She didn't know when she had started, but she heard herself begin to beg, the laughter only got louder though as another blow hit her side, a sharp pain shooting through her. The pain only continued and everything began to get darker as the man above her grinned down at her viciously.
She was still conscious when they picked her up. She was still conscious when they removed her clothes. She was still conscious when they removed their clothes. She was still almost conscious, hours later when they began to leave only for their voices, in a piercing scream that went silent seconds later, echoed from around her. Blue firelight, as unfamiliar as ever, only served to illuminate the very last figure approaching her, blood dripping from the sword in it's hands.
Startling ruby red eyes, speckled with gold, met her own and a soft voice spoke softly, "I'm sorry to say it, but welcome to Cheval." Her vision faded out as the woman before her lifted her off the ground, the bodies of the three men lay upon the ground and seemed as they had been torn apart.
The image of the dead men and what they had done played in her dreams repeatedly, her own screams woke her and the woman from before was messing with a pot similar to the one from before. Her own body felt sore and the blood from her wounds was crusty and uncomfortable. She shivered violently, her breathing uncontrolled as the woman approached with a small cup of some kind.
Unable to control herself, the idea of what this woman might do permeating her mind, she flinched back only to scream as pain shot through her head and left side. "Be careful I wasn't able to tend to you all that well, you need to drink this and once you're feeling well enough, you're going back through that statue."
She choked down the bitter liquid, the heat felt relieving to her throat. After breathing for a moment, the pain settled down and she looked at the woman, "Back? I can't..." she choked, her voice rasping and nearly failing her. The woman watched in silence, feeding her another small cup full of the liquid.
"Where it was that you came from, wherever that was," the woman said as she turned back to the fire, "is far better than here. Cheval, as you may now know, is land where anything and everything goes, it's a land where no rules exist except for one. The strong control the weak." She stirred the liquid in the pot with a stick and shook her head as she filled the cup once more.
"But I-" a cough racked Sunset's body, warm liquid quickly filled her mouth along with a strong copper taste. She spat, breathing heavily as yet another bout of pain calmed and the woman made her drink the liquid again. Something about the look on the woman's face said she was disappointed, or possibly even jealous.
"Unlike you," the woman helped her to drink the third dose, "I have lived in the place for my entire life. I know for certain that you are not from Cheval, as well as that, the longer you are here, the more likely it is that you will die." Sunset stared into the ruby eyes as the woman frowned at her. Silence permeated the air for several moments afterwards as the woman turned around and made to the bag a short distance from the fire.
She removed from the bag a roll of cloth and gently lifted Sunset's head from the ground and began unravelling the crusted bandage that had not been there before she had passed out. Parts of the bandage itself were still wet and it was evident she hadn't been out all that long. After a few long moments, the woman laid her back down and Sunset stared at her for a moment. "Cheval?"
The woman nodded as she tossed the bandage into the glowing blue fire, "This land is Cheval, or as it's sometimes called, the land of sin. This is what was on the other side of that which you entered."
"How-" she coughed again.
The woman went silent and didn't move for a minute, before sighing heavily, "I know very little, but long ago I met an elderly man, he called himself Starswirl, and he claimed to be the creator of our world. He told me there was a world beyond the statue. Of course, the people have a different story about how the world was made, but I had enough reason to believe him, as much as I hate him for it."
Sunset flinched, gasping behind the pain, "He made the world? His journals said nothing like what you're saying."
"Thousands of lifetimes have passed since that time," the woman answered, "time changes things."
Sunset went silent, "I'll go back."
"Cheval is a shitshow kid, you could've had far worse happen," the woman helped her up to her feet and they began walking towards the pedestal. The two moved along in silence and entered the courtyard before Sunset spoke.
"Who are you anyway?" she asked.
"Eris," the woman answered, "And may you hope we never meet again." The woman shoved her through the pedestal and another ripple shimmered through the stone before it stopped moving, looking as solid as it always did.