Prologue: January 5th, 2010

PROLOGUE: JANUARY 5TH, 2010

In the past, Marcus used to always be the first to enter High School before any other student. But now a portion of his days are uneventful, after he had stopped going. For him now it's looping in the same routine: He wakes up, takes a walk, eats and drinks, walks back home, plays video games. Sporadically, he would sit at the hill of a mountain gazing at the stars in the clearest of nights, other times he'll stay at home reading light novels and Manga all day.

Every so often, something new and interesting happens: he got chased by an angry dog, and was later greeted by the neighbor's daughter, who he admitted was beautiful. It was nighttime and once again Marcus was walking down the sidewalk. When he reached his destination, he entered the store before the two double doors pulled to the side.

As he went in he studied the place: snacks and junk foods in different aisles, frozen yogurts behind cold fridges, and a man working in the cashier taking money from a young man whom Marcus knew instantly by appearance. He had short black hair and chocolate-brown eyes. He had an expression of profound boredom on his face. Furthermore, he also wore a tracksuit with the letter 'M,' imprinted on the left side of his chest, with green skinny lines that stretched down to his long black sleeves along with his pants. Likewise, he knew him back at kindergarten, and he became his childhood friend.

“I knew I would find you here, Kaleb.” Kaleb, who happens to recognize the voice, looks up to see his friend smiling at him.

“Oh, hey Marcus,” Kaleb returned, exiting the store with his friend behind him. “So what brings you out here, of all places, you had another nightmare?”

Marcus sighs, ignoring the images of the last nightmare he had replaying in his head, “Yeah, I couldn't go back to sleep. So, I decided to take a walk, walking calms me down.”

“And what about your girlfriend, are you two still together?” He asked.

He felt as if someone had thrust a blade into his heart. With his head lowered, and his eyes cast down, he told him. “Um… she passed away two days ago; she died in a car accident, I was going to tell you, but I was too screwed up over her death.”

Kaleb frowned by hearing this. “Oh, damn… I'm so sorry, dude. I had no idea.” He said, and he meant it.

Marcus pulled out a light blue ribbon, he looked down on the ribbon, taking in the view: the light had never faded, almost as if it was brand new. He would always see her wearing it as her 'lucky ribbon,' as she would call it. Whenever they hung out together, he would go to her place when her parents weren't home; and would sit on her bed watching, listening to her singing. He would sit there the whole night, just watching his girl stand there and sing one of her written songs. When she finished, Marcus would always cheer the loudest, clapping his hands together and yelling, causing Her to blush before embracing him with a hug. They would play around a little, talk about their dreams before they head on home.

Marcus hadn't even noticed the tears start to roll down his face as he looked back up. Seeing this, Kaleb reached under his pocket, grabbing a napkin he got from his mother. Taking the proffered napkin, Marcus dried his face as he tried to pull himself together. He set the used napkin in his pocket, finally looking up to meet Kaleb’s worried gaze.

“Thanks,” Marcus said, smiling warmly at his friend. Kaleb just nodded whilst clearing his throat.

“Hey, why don't you and I head back to my place? We can go back where we left off on that dragon quest, if you're down?” He suggested.

Marcus nodded. “Yeah, I liked that.”

“Alright let's go.” Said Kaleb, a little happy that he agreed to tag along. And so, they both were about to make their way towards the house. However, when Jason took the third step, he noticed to his right shoulder that Kaleb halted—looking at nothing but an empty parking space. He raised a brow at him, a bit bewildered.

“Kaleb?” When Kaleb didn't respond, he repeated himself a bit louder. When a response finally came, he looked straight whilst waving his hand at Jason and letting out an exhausting sigh.

“Don't worry I'm fine,” he told him rubbing his hands on his right eye, “I guess anyone would be tired after holding up in their room, gaming all day.”

“Yeah, I thought I made it clear you stop doing that, it’s unhealthy for you—” Marcus paused At that moment when he noticed a little kid with headphones on making his way across the street about a block away. Music blasted through his ears, failing to notice the crosswalk sign hadn't notified him to walk yet. Marcus wasn’t going to budge, since it was nighttime and the streets were practically empty. At least, that's what he thought. When he turned to his right, he went wide-eyed as he saw a pale-blue pickup truck going straight down the road at a fast rate.

What’s worse, was that it didn’t show any signs of slowing down as it barreled way down the street. When he turned back to the kid in the middle of the street, Marcus could see that he hadn't yet noticed any of it while it was speeding straight for him. Not giving it a second thought, He quickly ran over him, warning in a near shout to get his attention.

“Hey. Look out!” Marcus shouted at him, now making a full sprint towards him. He was only a good few feet away from them, trying to call out once again, hoping to make a sound to warn him. However, the boy still continued onward. Seconds were passing. The truck was drawing nearer and in Jason’s heart, he knew what he had to do.

Once he was close enough to him, he used all of his momentum to quickly shove the child forward, causing him to fall face-down on the sidewalk and out of danger. The boy pulled his headphones off, laying them around his nape before quickly turning around with a glare in his eyes. “What’s your problem du-” His expression changed to shock shortly afterward.

Marcus could see out of the corner of his eye the set of headlights, and for a moment, his world began to move slowly. He watched as the hood of the truck slowly collided to his side and into his left arm, causing his entire forearm to shatter and skin to ripple uselessly against the impact. Marcus’s body bounced across the pavement, skidding across the rough surface hard enough to burn off bits of his flesh from the friction. In those few seconds, He saw the boy and Kaleb’s faces, filled with horror from the position his head landed on the ground, before he felt his conscience leave him. When he reawakened, he was left with an unbearable feeling.

Pain.

That’s what he felt as his eyes slowly began to pried open. He tasted a coppery flavor in his mouth. Blood…is this my blood? He thought to himself. It was like knives were using his chest as a pincushion stabbing him all over, it hurt too great to breathe. Adding it up with several broken ribs, a guaranteed punctured lung for sure. And from both ears, a long, high-pitched whistle was all he could listen to. Marcus’s vision was blurry, fading in and out of focus, darkness encompassing his peripherals. Slowly it all merged into one focused image again. His vision focused long enough for him to barely see the kid he saved and his friend standing by him, kneeling in front of him, before his vision faded out once more. When it came back, he could see silhouettes of tall figures standing next to them, officers, he thought.

Marcus couldn't think too much about this, the pain in his body was too much for him to bear. Soon, it became harder to breathe, and his body was growing colder. 'Is this it? Am I really going to die?'As time passes, he could feel his body feeling numb?

Marcus couldn't hear or feel anything except the numbness slowly spreading through his body. His vision started to darken as his life seemed to be reaching the end of the road. In those final moments of being alive, he smiled whilst closing his eyes, thinking. “At least… I’ll get to be reunited with her again.”

Chapter 1: From Above

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CHAPTER 1: FROM ABOVE

In the darkness, the world was still. A void filled with nothing more than silence and soundless air; and in that emptiness, he could hear his heart beating against his ribs. It thudded against his rib cage, echoing off the miles upon miles of nothingness surrounding him. Is this what it’s like being dead? The thought had never really occurred to him until now. He had never been one for such frivolous notions, but if this is what death is like, what does he have to live for now? Where does one go after they die?

He couldn’t say he was particularly religious—not like so many other people—and certainly not like so much of modern society, yet he felt a profound sense of peace at this moment. He wasn’t scared or upset, and he didn’t feel as though he would have to do anything anymore. He was free of life. At least for now, in this limbo of nonexistence, he was completely and utterly content with the idea of being nothing.

He blinked, and something appeared far away across the horizon. There was no way he could tell what it was exactly, just like he was unable to determine where he ended up either. As time passed by and his eyes followed its progress across the horizon, however, the shapes became more distinct and recognizable. They came together into a shape he could understand quite clearly, and as they drew closer, he realized that they were moving towards him. Said shape morphed into an unfamiliar symbol before finally coming to float in front of him.

It was a strange and holy symbol. He didn’t recognize it from any books he had read, nor did he recognize the image on it. It glowed brightly in pale yellow light, and it reminded him greatly of the glow of a candle burning. He wondered why it was floating there in front of him when, aside from the fact that it floated over an expanse of nothingness, it didn’t appear to be doing anything. Wasn’t it supposed to burn, instead of floating?

Despite being nothing more than a symbol, there was something about the image itself which intrigued him. Something was nagging him in the back of his head, urging him to look deeper into it, further down into the darkness that seemed to have enveloped it. He wanted to see beyond this image, this thing. What lay beneath it, and why was it there?

A chill ran through his body, and he shivered uncontrollably. It was getting warmer—it was always warm—but now it felt almost unbearable as he watched it getting a little brighter. The light exploded and bathed the world around him in pale yellow. It blinded him. The warm sensation continued, intensifying throughout his entire body. He looked around him and notice that everything was going dark.

Throughout the void, a soft voice spoke.

“Its too soon for us to meet, great one,” said the voice. “You must be patient; our meeting will come in due time. Be patient, if you survive I will be waiting for you in the clearing of a burning tree.” It paused, and then, almost immediately after speaking, all traces of the light disappeared. The warmth was gone.

Then, silence again.

Marcus woke up immediately shielding his eyes with his hands instinctively as if the last remnant of his memory blinded him. Beating wild, he could feel his heart pounding against his ribcage, beating as though he was still living through the last waking moment, even though he vaguely became aware he was no longer in danger. Fresh adrenaline coursed through his veins - eager and waiting for something that would happen, which it already had. Not only was his body motivated to be alert thanks to the adrenaline, but it also sharpened his other senses.

Completely aware he was no longer feeling the dread of incoming physical danger, he placed his hand close to his chest and tried to get his body to slow down. To slowly bring himself out from the last memory.

I'm fine….

I'm okay…

I’m… okay.

Using the right side of his body, Marcus tried to prop himself up with the use of his elbow. Although he could still feel the beating of his heart and the anxiety that lingered, he could sense that he was back in control thanks to concentrating on a different matter.

Unlike minutes ago when everything within him was running rampant, he could feel everything coming to a standstill yet again. With his breath stuck within his throat for god knows how long, he finally exhaled. Marcus had believed all this time that he was specifically on the ground, dying in the coldness of night-time.

What stood before him was nothing to his familiarity.

"What the..." He finally muttered.

This isn’t my town, Marcus thought to himself as he stared at the tall trees. Not too far from him was a round crater filled by clear water. Flowers were different, plants he didn't think existed dotted the forest floor in large frequency. What also didn’t add up was how different the trees looked. Last he remembered, he was nowhere near any forest of nature before it happened. In fact, he was in the process of returning back home. So why was he in a big forest? But most importantly, how in the world is he not dead?

“Hello?” Marcus called out into the forest. Said forest was empty save for the flowers on the ground, trees, and himself. No animals came to investigate. Not even the birds chirping. Just a quiet forest and the wind rustling of leaves.

A wave of nostalgia washed over Marcus as he gazed around him. It was hard to explain what the nostalgia was, but it felt like his memories of his cousin Taylor were flooding back to him. That's odd. He hadn’t seen his cousin in years, and while it was true that they had drifted apart after graduating high school, it was definitely not a gradual thing. He remembered Taylor would always come to visit whenever he had the chance. He’d always be excited to spend time with him when he came to visit. Even when Taylor was studying overseas and couldn’t spend all his time with Marcus, he never missed any chance to see him. He knew how important their visits were to him.

Marcus blinked and a brow rose. He had been so distracted with his thoughts that he failed to notice something odd about himself.

His voice sounds deep.

Intimidating was the best word to describe it. He could’ve sworn it was someone else’s voice, rather than his own. But that was until he tried to call out Kaleb’s name, and found himself speaking in some foreign accent that sounded a lot like Russian.

He blinked several times. “The hell..?” This was bizarre. Why does he sound like this? What in god’s name is going on?

Quickly getting up he planted the sole of his feet firmly against the earth’s floor as he stared ahead at the small pond. Without another thought, he quickly made his way towards it and stared at the surface of the water.

Something felt off about him and though he had not sensed it while he laid on the grass, he could very much feel it now as he stood. It wasn't the dirt floor that he walked upon or the woods itself that was throwing him off. Rather It was not only his height that he found to be incredibly disconcerting, but realizing now how his appearance differed from when he was alive.

He wore from head to toe ancient steel armor. Its exterior was worn and torn in multiple places, as though it had been through countless battles and battles fought. An arm-length dagger hung loosely in the scabbard attached to his thigh along with two long knives, one on each side of his belt. He wore the traditional helmet of a knight with his visor closed. A highlighted black and blue cape billowed in the breeze as it fluttered behind him.

Underneath said cape the grip of his sword poked out in a tilt at a downward angle. His boots were coated with dust, blood, and dirt. They were old and worn but sturdy and strong as the knight stood upright. Around his waist was a small cape attached around the back which hung down to his knees.

At the age of twenty-two, he was clearly a fully developed young man, body parts and everything. His physical body, as bizarre as it was to describe it that way, felt somewhat lighter. Cautiously and with his mouth agape under his helmet. He looked back at his reflection and blanched at what he saw.

‘Wh-Wha—What the hell?!’

Marcus crawled back to the edge of the pond. Shocked and in disbelief of what he was seeing.

Staring back at him in his reflection was a steel armored knight.

He closed his eyes and took his head in both hands. How… How the hell did I not notice?! He thought to himself. No! Of course I had not noticed it while I laid on the ground and honestly, it was the very last thing on my mind but it was the sight of my reflection that brought my attention to the forefront of my mind. By doing this, he had consciously become more aware of himself, hence the reason he felt off since he got to his feet.

There was no way he could explain what he was seeing, how he came to look like... this! With his arms raised up he grasped on his head, as he stared back at himself. This… This isn’t normal, this is way FAR from normal! This has to be a dream. He has to be dreaming, because there’s no way he should look like this.

With his trembling hand bawling to a fist, he willed himself to slow down. To take a deep breath and just... breathe. Now is not the time to panic. He just needs to get out of this forest, look for people or a town hopefully.

Hopefully…

Marcus started through the forest. The only sounds filling the air came from shrubs crushed and twigs snapped underneath his weight and the rustle of leaves. The smell of pine and moss permeated throughout the whole area, making the air thick with moisture and humidity.

Suddenly, a loud gurgling croak pierced through the silent atmosphere. The entire ecosystem of the forest shrieked in response. Birds burst through the canopy and spiraled through a clear blue sky as shadow fragments. Before Marcus could lift his head a giant shadow loomed above him.

Marcus was wrenched off of his feet and he hit the ground face-first. He screamed as he was being dragged through the undergrowth, grabbing for purchase. Something had his leg in a vice grip; he struggled against the pressure of whatever it was to no avail.

Marcus shouted, grabbing for purchase until he grabbed none but air. He watched in horror as the earth’s floor rushed down. Distancing him three-thousand feet from the ground! Marcus flailed, twisted his torso, and looked up at his attacker. His eyes grew large underneath his helmet as soon as he caught sight of his attacker.

A massive Raven. The mighty soaring behemoth had its right talon locked around his boot, and was steadily carrying him in the sky. It flapped once more to gain a greater altitude and flew over the vast expanse of the forest.

It continued flying past every single tree on its path without stopping. All the while Marcus was screaming and thrashing to escape, but the raven carried on regardless.

Once upon a time, in the magical land of Equestria, there were two regal sisters who ruled together and created harmony for all the land. To do this, the eldest used her unicorn powers to raise the sun at dawn; the younger brought out the moon to begin the night. Thus, the two sisters maintained balance for their kingdom and their subjects, all the different types of ponies. But as time went on, the younger sister became resentful. The ponies relished and played in the day her elder sister brought forth, but shunned and slept through her beautiful night. One fateful day, the younger unicorn refused to lower the moon to make way for the dawn. The elder sister tried to reason with her, but the bitterness in the young one's heart had transformed her into a wicked mare of darkness:

Nightmare Moon.

She vowed that she would shroud the land in eternal night. Reluctantly, the elder sister harnessed the most powerful magic known to ponydom: the Elements of Harmony. Using the magic of the Elements of Harmony, she defeated her younger sister, and banished her permanently in the moon. The elder sister took on responsibility for both sun and moon….

“........ and harmony has been maintained in Equestria ever since.” The lavender concluded, looking at the book more closely.

In a grassy field beneath the shade of a drooping willow tree was Twilight Sparkle: the Princess of the sun’s most faithful student.

Her lavender fur was nearly groomed and her purple mane with a magenta stripe had been allowed to grow until it spilled over her back curling slightly at the end. She wore her uniform that consisted of a cyan blazer with a magenta bow tie, and a purple pleated skirt. Her uniform also consists of gray knee-length socks with brown boots. Her striped tail laid flat on the ground beside her while her ears were still staring at the book’s open page.

Twilight shifted on the grass where she lay under a tree on a small blanket so as not to damage the book she was reading by setting it on the bare grass. Twilight tapped the last page of the book again curiously, looking at the drawing of the Elements.

“Elements of Harmony... I know I've heard of those before.... but where...?”

Twilight narrowed her eyes in determination, as though trying to recall something important. She jumped to her feet, quickly shoving the book in her bag, throwing the strap of said bag through both of her shoulders and sprinted down the path.

Chapter 2: The Castle

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CHAPTER 2: THE CASTLE

The door swung open and Twilight entered. She twitched her head from side to side with a brow raised.

“Spike! Spi-ike! Spike?”

Twilight tried to call his name a fourth time, only to yelp when a blade whizzed through the air, narrowly missing her face before embedding itself into an unoccupied wall with a loud clunk. She took a couple of steps back, and her eyes grew wide as she recognized her assistant.

A tall anthropomorphic young drake whose black leather vest and blue jeans didn’t quite fit with his current appearance. He was still young enough that it looked like he could still be considered a kid.

Spike’s eyes were narrowed for a brief second until they blinked in recognition. “Oh, sorry Twilight. I was in the middle of training.” He chuckled and brought up his claw to rub the back of his nape. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

Twilight shook off her shock and put on her professional expression. “Quick, find me that old copy of Predictions and Prophecies.” Her eyes rolled across the floor to see a small red box with an orange ribbon wrapped in a bow on top. “What’s that for?”

Spike glanced at the present behind his feet. “Well, it was a gift for Moon Dancer.” He pointed down at the present.

Twilight shook her head and started forward past him. “Oh, Spike, you know we don't have time for that sort of thing.”

“But we’re on break!” The young drake protested.

Twilight lit up her horn and started pulling books off the shelf. Looking at them with a growing scowl. “No, no, no, no...... SPIKE!!”

Spike chuckled on his way down from the second floor. Carrying a book in his hand. “Quit your hoarsin’ Twilight, its right here.”

Twilight turned around, and Spike threw the book towards her. Twilight's magic wrapped around the book, pulling it towards her waiting hands. She dropped all the other books she had been holding in her magic, the pile thudding down the floor.

“Elements, elements... e, e, e, e, e, e, ah ha...... Elements of Harmony, see: Mare in the moon?” Twilight stated, reaching the correct section only for a redirect.

“Mare in the moon?” Spike questioned as he climbed the ladder to put the books back. “But that's just an old ponies tale.”

Twilight flipped through the pages of the book back to the M's.

“The Mare in the Moon, myth, from olden pony times.” Twilight read. “A powerful pony who wanted to rule Equestria, defeated by the Elements of Harmony and imprisoned in the moon.” Twilight continued ignoring Spike's comment.” Legend has it that on the longest day of the thousandth year, the stars will aid in her escape, and she will bring about nighttime eternal.”

Twilight gasps with her hand over her mouth. “Spike! Do you know what this means?”

Spike tilted his head at Twilight. “No?”

“Take a note please, to the Princess.” Twilight stated, her magic floating a quill and parchment over to Spike as he climbed down the ladder. Out of the two of them he had the best writing.

“Okey dokey.” Spike shrugged, preparing to write.

“My dearest teacher, my continuing studies of pony magic have led me to discover that we are on the precipice of disaster....”

“Hold on.” Spike muttered. “Precipic......”

“Of disaster.” Twilight corrected Spike's spelling.

“Of disaster. Got it.” Spike stated.

“The mythical mare in the moon is in fact Nightmare Moon, and she's about to return to Equestria, and bring with her eternal night! Something must be done to make sure this terrible prophecy does not come true. I await your quick response. Your faithful student, Twilight Sparkle.”

“Got it.” Spike claimed.

“Great, send it.” Twilight ordered.

“Now?” Spike asked.

“Of course.”

“Uh, I dunno, Twilight, Princess Celestia's a little busy getting ready for the Summer Sun Celebration. And it's like, the day after tomorrow.”

“That's just it Spike, the day after tomorrow is the thousandth year of the Summer Sun Celebration, It's imperative that the Princess is told right away.”

Spike rolled his eyes at the odd logic and submitted by rolling the scroll up. Wrapping a seal around it before breathing in deeply and incinerating the scroll with a blast of green flame.

“There, it's on it's way. But I wouldn't hold your breath.” Spike chided.

“I'm not worried Spike, the Princess trusts me. In all the years she's been my mentor she's never once doubted me.” Twilight grinned.

Just as Twilight said this, a flash of green appeared and the scroll fell Spike’s hands.

“See? I knew she would want to take immediate action.” Twilight declared.

Spike cleared his throat and began reading what was written on the new scroll. “My dearest, most faithful student Twilight. You know that I value your diligence and that I trust you completely.”

Twilight nodded in agreement as Spike continued.

“but you simply must stop reading those dusty old books!”

Twilight gasped upon hearing those words.

His world blurred around him as he was descending fast in the air over the expanse of trees. Marcus screamed in terror, and the massive Raven that carried him croaked tremendously. The mighty behemoth soared high above the treetops. Wind whipped past Marcus’s ears, nearly deafening his vision with the force of it. The Raven dived head first in midair towards an open field and Marcus screamed out of pure fear as he felt himself flying through the air.

Marcus never felt so terrified in his life. Not since the time he went on his first roller coaster at Six Flags. He remembered the wheels bumping over the tracks, metal clanking together, the cart rising two-hundred-&-thirty-three feet high, and the horrific drop followed by his and everyone’s screams in unison. The pain of that memory stung in his gut; but even then that felt much less terrifying and far more anticlimactic. This felt so much worse. A-hundred times worse!

Marcus lifted his head and saw the Raven’s black eyes staring down at him. Even from below in the grasp of its talons, the Raven looked large enough to swallow a man whole. Marcus shouted and he tried to reach for the hilt of his sword strapped to his side but found himself being thrown off balance by how quickly the Raven flew. Marcus clutched desperately onto the Raven's third toe in fear as the behemoth tucked its wings to its sides and plummeted downward. The ground was approaching fast. His heart pounded against his chest in anticipation of the impact.

The behemoth spread its wings at the last second to slow its descent. As it descended the behemoth let go of him, causing Marcus to yelp and land hard on his chest, knocking the wind out of him. Marcus coughed harshly and stared up at the giant bird. It landed gracefully on its feet on the grassy surface. The Raven gave a harsh croak, looking coldly back at Marcus lying on the ground.

Marcus slowly pushed himself up into a standing position. His heart was hammering inside his rib-cage. His chest rose and fell rapidly while his eyes gazed up at the massive bird. The behemoth seemed to stare deep into his soul with its eyes, sending shivers down his spine. Marcus blinked when he noticed the Raven's eyes shifted past him. Marcus's head snapped back to look around him.

Behind him was a large opened doorway of a castle. Said castle was covered in ivy and vines with a few torches in front. There were plants, grass, and trees growing from the inside behind the brick wall. It probably looked like that for a very long time, quite ancient in his case.

Marcus heard the Raven croak and turned around in time to see it open up its wings. Giving them a good flap lifting its body into the sky and causing everything to shake with the force of the wind. With a few more quick flaps it flew up into the clouds, disappearing from sight. The flaps gave way to silence.

And now, Marcus was alone.

Jesus, Marcus thought to himself, breathing heavily. I hope to God I don’t have to see that bird again.

Marcus turned his gaze towards the doorway of the castle. He scanned his surroundings, a sense of caution welling up in him. The area seemed empty and devoid of life. The castle appeared ancient and abandoned; the architecture was worn and faded from neglect.

Marcus started up to the front door of the castle and walked inside. Entering a long passage at the end were stairs climbing up to two more from side to side. His eyes darted from left to right as they found four paths leading to long carpeted hallways. He turned to his right and walked forward down the carpeted hallway. Steps of his feet echoed through the hall. It took a moment for him to realize that it seemed like a long walk to reach the edge of said hall. The castle had been deathly quiet much to Marcus’s discomfort. There were moments where he had frozen, thinking he had heard a noise from behind him or the pillars, but it faded as quickly as it came.

The only inhabitant seemed to be him as he entered his way out of the entrance, in the hallway following the carpet path, past the pillars, approaching two high double doors. Marcus’s eyes studied over the double doors. Clouded with dust from top to bottom his hands rested on his hips shaking his head in an unamused manner.

“You’d think they hired housekeeping to dust this place.” Marcus ran his finger over the hill of the nob staring into both his index finger spattered with dust. He rubbed it off on his thigh almost without thinking.

Raising both hands Marcus pushed through the high double doors whilst entering the room. With the benefit of the sun illuminating the room, he was left in awe of what he was seeing. The room looked ancient, battered due to the small lot of rocks and rubble that filled the floor, few tables were thrown over minus one still in its place at the far left of the room. What really amazed Marcus the most were the giant horizontal shelves fixed against each wall in the room stacked with hundreds—possibly thousands of books that hadn’t been touched for who knows how long. Another thing Marcus noted was the architecture of the pillars next to the bookshelves; he’d seen many pillars in museums, mansions, and temples but not like these.

Marcus trots further in the room carefully watching his feet to avoid stepping on pebbles or shards of glass. He felt a little jumpy when he heard loud creaking from behind him causing Marcus to turn to his shoulder watching the double doors closing slowly with a slight click to its completion. He turned back, moving deeper in the room as he began to look around at various shelves in the library.

Unbeknownst to Marcus, he failed to notice the silhouette of a thirty feet tall armored leviathan. He didn’t notice it standing motionless in the corner of the room. Hidden perfectly in the darkness. The armored behemoth gripped its massive sword in anticipation.

It was patient. It can wait.

Author's Notes:

Star Shimmering: I’m sorry that this chapter is a little short but next chapter will hopefully be one worth reading.

Bit-By-Bit Studio: I wholeheartedly agree. It’ll also be one where Marcus will discover his strength and high level.

Star Shimmering: I can only imagine how readers will react of what we have in store for Spike.

Bit-By-Bit Studio: Well it’ll be a spoiler if we just spill the beans. its better for them to read the next future chapters to find out.

Star Shimmering: We hope you guys enjoy this chapter, though. While we both are busy with our own stuff we will be working on the next chapter as soon as possible.

Bit-By-Bit Studio: So stay tuned until then! A battle is coming for our reborn knight; a battle that will be legendary!

Star Shimmering: Did you just use a Kung Fu Panda reference?

Bit-By-Bit Studio: Yup!

Star Shimmering: Lol, have a good day my shimmerings!

Chapter 3: From The Shadows

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CHAPTER 3: FROM THE SHADOWS

Thunder clapped through the night sky in a steady rhythm, accompanied by the distant rumble of heavy raindrops falling. The wind was cold but not unbearable. It blew in from the sea and brought with it a light mist, so thick it seemed to be solid. The moon was full and bright as a full moon can be while still being covered by clouds. The forest was illuminated like an oil painting by the faint glow that radiated from the moon and stars overhead. There were no sounds except for the occasional crunch of leaves underfoot or a bird’s call in the distance. In the forest there was only the sound of nature calling out to the world and the occasional hoot of a night owl.

In the isolated jungle valley, miles away from civilization and outside Equestria’s walls, a lone imperial knight named Twinkle Swan runs for her life. Unfortunately, she’s the soul survivor of a fifteen mare operational attachment. When she and her team ventured through the valley, they were all so sure of themselves; each one convinced that their mission would be accomplished and the entire thing wouldn’t be derailed by some insignificant setback. They expected success.

That was until the first of their fifteen mare platoon had died.

The first mare to die died on a full moon. Twinkle and her team awoke to find her friend missing in action. All they could find left of their comrade was a pile of ragged, torn clothing, shredded flesh, the remnants of her sword, and a trail of dried blood that led deeper into the wilderness. It happened to another one of their members the following night, and again the night after that. Sometimes they were taken while doing patrols together, other times while they slept.

At that time Twinkle started to suspect that they were being followed by some killer. Possibly an assassin since she and her team had seen many assassinations on ponies during their operation. But lately, ponies from one village spoke of a spirit that haunted the forest; a creature that stalked the shadows at night. Twinkle thought the stories were just urban legends, folklore that kept the superstitious on their toes. Her friends laughed in agreement from her point of view. No sane pony would believe such tales.

But that all changed three nights ago when they saw their killer.

The creature was something Twinkle had never seen before; nothing she remembered ever seeing before in her wildest nightmares. Due to it only coming out at night It was nearly impossible to spot amongst the darkness. It was fast and terrifyingly quiet. Despite the imperial’s best efforts to fight back, the beast proved clearly to be cunning and vicious. During their first encounter six of Twinkle’s comrades were slaughtered. She can still hear the cries of agony echoing in her head when she closes her eyes at night, the terror in the eyes of everyone of her companions, their bones cracking beneath the beast’s jaws, and the wet rip of organs being torn from her screaming buddies. She has been plagued with nightmares ever since.

Every dreadful night more members of her team were killed, until their number dwindled down to three. Only Twinkle and two others were left. One morning on the seventeenth day, Twinkle woke up to discover the body of one of her last remaining comrades sixty feet away from their campsite. The young mare’s stomach was eviscerated and his throat had been torn open. Twinkle hadn’t heard a thing, she and her friend slept through the attack. Her other friend, her only other remaining companion, was mauled by the same killer.

And now, Twinkle was alone. Running for her life through the forest without any hope for survival or sense of a plan. She pumped her arms and legs in short bursts, hoping somehow that her body would carry her faster than her mind did, praying that her legs would carry her away from this horror. Her pale face strained with panic, sweat pouring down his face. Endless trees flashed past her as she ran. Occasionally revealing patches of moonlight through the gaps in the branches and leaves littering the path ahead. She felt like she was running through a tunnel with the dense canopy above blocking out even what little moonlight broke through the cover. She pushed himself further, ignoring her fatigue as she forced himself to run faster.

Twinkle looked over her shoulder, seeing nothing behind her. But she was no fool. She knew the predator was close by. Twinkle could feel her heart hammering against her chest and the blood rushing in her ears. The pounding was so loud that it drowned out even the constant thunderous crash of the storm. A sudden flash of lightning painted everything in white light and traced with shadow. In that brief moment she saw nothing but outlines of trees, plants, and bushes behind her.

Twinkle snapped her head back forward, sprinting through the forest, weaving around trees, ducking under low hanging limbs. Her chest heaved with exertion and her breath came in short gasps as she pressed harder on her lungs. She looked over her shoulder again just in time when another flash of lightning lit the forest in stark white light for only a moment. In that brief instant she caught sight of a horrifying outline of a creature poking their head out from a tree.

Its bright amber eyes bore into her own. Twinkle choked back a scream and quickly faced forward again. Her heart beat so rapidly it threatened to burst from her chest cavity. Her boot caught something and she stumbled slightly, catching herself before falling off balance. She squinted as rain pecked her eyes through her mask. Through the constant thrum of rain she heard it: a deep growl, followed by rapid panting.

The creature is closing in. Twinkle shook beneath the icy needles of rain, propelled by her surging adrenaline. Her vision blurred and she fought to focus, trying desperately to keep her thoughts clear. A flash of lightning struck close by and Twinkle jumped, losing her footing. The rain soaked through her clothes underneath her armor. Stinging her bare skin, making every step she took feel like torture. As if she didn’t have enough of those already.

Somewhere in the darkness the beast was watching. Twinkle could feel it. Its eyes burned into the back of her neck as she struggled to pull herself along. It was probably digging its claws into the earth’s floor in anticipation. Waiting for the perfect opportunity to pounce.

Twinkle’s chest rose and fell heavily. Sweat rolled down her forehead, trickling into her eyes, blinding her momentarily. She squeezed her eyes shut and focused. She needed to think. She knew she couldn’t run anymore; her lungs burned through each step she took. Every muscle aches with exhaustion. Her whole body felt like lead as it dragged along the dirt and twigs underfoot.

She needs to hide and hide quickly!

She slowed to a walk, stopping and her head twitched from side to side. Searching for anything to shelter herself behind. She looked up at a large tree before her and without thinking she began to climb. The weight of her armor caused her to struggle a bit. She pulled herself upwards until she found a branch about twenty feet above the ground and managed to climb onto it, settling in between its lowest and highest boughs. As she climbed, she pulled her cloak tightly around her body and held it in place with one hand.

Now, all she had to do was sit and wait. And pray to Celestia that the predator wouldn’t know how to climb. There was a flash of lightning that briefly cast her surroundings in an eerie bluish light. When the light faded again, Twinkle glanced around, expecting to see the predator. There wasn’t even an outline of a creature near her. The fear and panic that she was feeling dissipated immediately, replaced with a strange calmness and clarity of mind.

After about a minute there was another flash of lightning but she still saw nothing. Still, she didn’t move. She doesn’t know where the creature is but she knew it was out there somewhere. So she sat still and waited, keeping her breathing even. The seconds ticked by slowly, yet she felt no discomfort whatsoever.

If she just stays here and waits for the night to pass, it’ll be safe enough for her to return to the safe walls of Canterlot where Princess Celestia is waiting for her. Once she gets back she can inform her of the situation and hopefully plead for a better position. There was no way Twinkle would venture back through this forest anymore; she would rather spend the remainder of her life rotting in a cell than endure another night spent inside of these woods.

Damp breath rushed over Twinkle’s neck, pulling her out of her thoughts. She lifted her head and saw thick furred, hind leg paws gripping the branch with black claws. Her eyes crawled up the bending hind legs, up to the heaving chest and long muscular arms with five-fingered claws, to the thick of the neck. Moonlight shone on a majestic coat of fur shining like silver. Twinkle looked higher and saw the creature’s head. its jaws opened and closed, tasting the air. The nostrils on the ends of its muzzle flared, causing a puff of smoke to emerge from within and its yellow eyes stared into Twinkles.

A pitiful cry escaped Twinkle’s lips. Urine flowed freely between her legs. There was a flash of lightning and she watched the creature slowly climbing down towards her; it was taking its time. It knew she had nowhere else to go. That knowledge alone frightened Twinkle beyond measure. Twinkle’s eyes adjusted to the darkness. She saw the hind legs of the creature standing before her. Twinkle was petrified with fear; she could no longer comprehend her reality or even think. All she could do was watch as the creature slightly crouched before her and stared back.

The creature’s eyes glowed a vibrant yellow as they narrowed on Twinkle’s form. The animal’s wet black nose barely touches her cheek. Its breath steamed hot against her face, causing a shiver to race down her spine. A long low growl rumbled from the creature’s throat.

Before Twinkle could do anything the creature swung its right claw and slapped her hard across the face. Knocking her off from the branch and landing roughly onto the moist dirt below. Pain shot through her cheekbone. Stars popped in her vision, forcing her to turn her face away as tears welled up in her eyes. The wind whipped her ears as pain continued coursing through her. Twinkle curled inward on herself, her hands covering her bleeding face and her arms protectively over her chest. She could taste the copper on the tip of her tongue.

Her eyes shot wide as a thump shook the ground next to her head. She didn’t have time to see when she saw the earth’s floor distant itself from her as she was rushed up into the air. Twinkle’s scream echoed through the forest. The animal tossed her to the ground roughly. Twinkle landed painfully on her side, the impact sent a jolt through her entire body and caused her entire left side arm to twist uncomfortably to the point of agony. Twinkle screamed again. The creature was now standing on top of her, staring down at her with an expressionless snarl.

The animal’s right claw shot forward and pressed hard on Twinkle’s cheek, pinning her head down. The sensation brought a gasp of surprise from Twinkle. She cried out once more before the beast used its free claw to slice her stomach open. A dark red liquid poured forth, pooling around her side as Twinkle shrieked in pain.

Twinkle pounded its muzzle with her fist as a last ditch effort to escape the hold of the predator. This action annoyed the creature, and without warning it swiftly swiped its claws across her throat, ripping the flesh of her neck like wet tissue.

Hot blood gushed out of Twinkle’s gaping wound like a fountain, spilling onto her breastplate and soaking her clothes completely. Tears streamed down her cheeks and mixed with the raindrops, mixing with blood. Another wave of pain coursed through her and it sent her sprawling backwards. She clutched her side and cried out loudly in pain as she laid on her back, shrieking up at the night sky.

In her last fleeting moment of consciousness, another strike of lightning streaked across the sky illuminating everything with brilliant white light, revealing the animal buried its muzzle into her abdomen and tugged out several hunks of bloodied meat.

Her own horrendous death rattle, boring through the ragged holes in her throat was the last thing she felt.

Silence filled the room as Marcus slowly stride through the library. Cobwebs glimmered above his head like a blanket of stars. The shadows danced around him and made his steps feel heavier than ever. The air smelled musty with age, mold, and dust. But seeing how ancient the room looked, Marcus thought it to be expected. It was a place for centuries of scholars to study, write, and learn. Books were everywhere, stacked on tables and standing atop shelves. Some books had yellowing pages and covers worn down by time, while others were so pristine that it seemed they hadn't been touched since their author's death. All the books looked worn from having passed time in this very building. However, even with the amount of dust accumulated in the shelves, most of them appeared intact. Some were more aged than others, but none was missing their binding. No one had taken them away.

It was quiet in the library too. Too quiet for Marcus’s comfort.

It was then that his eyes fell on one section of a shelf. Underneath a layer of dust attached by a small mocking jay bird magnet was a book. Marcus blinked, not having noticed it. He slowly walked up to it, getting a better look at it. As if under its own control Marcus’s hand reached for it carefully taking it out from its holding place. Once he had it in his grasp, he internally read its title:

Nimble’s diary.

Marcus’s brow quirked up at this. Who’s this Nimble person? What kind of name is that? For some reason that kind of word made him think of his neighbor’s cat. Hesitation pulled him back as he stopped his hand mid inches from the top vertex.

No, he thought, shaking his head disapprovingly. This was wrong, he can't just read someone’s place of privacy.

Marcus pressed his lips together under his helmet. His eyes darted away from the book in his hands. If he was being honest it felt wrong and invasive. Reading other people’s personal privacy seemed strange. Though he didn’t have a diary of his own, not even he would want anyone looking through his daily experiences and events as they happen. Whether they be good or bad.

Marcus sighed. “To whoever who owns this book, please forgive me.” He said under his breath.

His finger twitched on the vertex. Biting his lips with temptation coursing through his whole being. Try as he might, Marcus couldn’t deny himself that he is curious but even so it’s still wrong. True as this maybe there’s one other thing Marcus should take into fact. Whoever owns this surely isn’t here anymore. At least he hopes they’re not around—alive even. He knew there would be no salvation from a good beating. But besides that, there’s no one around except him so maybe a little peak wouldn’t hurt.

After what felt like an eternity Marcus made his decision. With one swift of his hand he turned the first page. His eyes setting on the firsts words written in black:

Dear diary,

My hands tremble as I write. I feel a need to document my records for I fear that my memory will fail me. I’ll keep my introduction short.

My name is Nimble Flect. I am the kingdom of the north’s one and only doctor.

Today me and a group of men ventured into the dark ancient forest. Our torches burned faintly in the murky air as we slowly made our way through the valley. The stallions were superstitious and fearful. They argued loudly and I felt their fear getting to me. My brother was leading us, yelled at them to continue forward. After a few minutes of walking, I was so lost in thought through my notes that I failed to notice the sudden shift in the atmosphere.

The forest was silent.

There wasn't a single sound. A breeze tickled the leaves, sending them swaying in the cool air. The night sky above me remained empty and unseeing. I looked over to see that everyone else did too. None of them dared to speak up about their fears, or what they sensed. Their faces were set into stoic expressions, waiting patiently for something to happen.

As deafening as the silence was, we continued forward.

A bit Intrigued by this appetizer of knowledge he turns to the next page reading another few words written down.

Dear diary,

The first of our sixteen man group have died. The first man to die happened at night. One of the men found their friend missing in action. All we could find left of him was his sword. It happened to another man the following night, and the night after that.

And now, my brother is missing.

We’re being hunted.

Marcus frowned upon reading the final line. Said line gradually pulled his nerves like the strings of a puppet; tightening around his heart and mind. The hairs stood on the back of his neck and he shivered a bit. The last line of Nimble Flect had formed a cyclical chant in his head.

The question of what had been hunting Nimble and his group filled Marcus with limitless potential of phobias. He found himself turning his gaze away from the diary’s page, scanning the shadows for any sign of a phantom, be it animal or man.

The giant Raven from earlier could have been stalking Nimble and his group, however Marcus doubted that something that large could swoop down and snatch a man without making any kind of sound.

Marcus let go of his breath and turned his gaze back towards the diary in his hands; his blood cooled upon the prospect of a man eater. Back when he was alive his father once told him that whether you were a heavily armed soldier or an expert hunter, such a man is little more than weak and fragile. It was a primal instinct that his father saw in his own friends.

Somewhere a bit far in the room, there was a powerful thump, and the floor shook.

Marcus whipped over his shoulder. His eyes crawled up the cracked cobblestone floor, to a giant metal boot that stood out of the shadows. Out came a second boot, followed by another thump. Like a tree had fallen and the floor shook again. That is when the second boot stepped further into the circle of sunlight. Marcus swallowed hard. The figure standing afar took shape, and he could finally make out what exactly was causing the castle to rumble.

He recognized it almost instantly. The armored behemoth before him was enormous. Standing three stories tall it easily dwarfed him in size. It wore intricate cast-iron armor and wielded a halberd. On its back, oily black tendrils curled against it, twisting and writhing around itself like a living creature.

Marcus took a step back. His eyes grew large when a shocking realization dawned on him. He knows this armored titan. No, he’s fought this thing before. A gasp rose in Marcus’s throat, a knee jerk reaction but he smothered it behind his right gauntlet.

In his mind’s eye he could clearly remember the moment when the armored behemoth had attacked him and had taken him off guard. He remembered the struggle he went through upon facing such a strong foe. But there was only one game where Marcus had fought it once and he shivered upon realizing this. Marcus lifted his head and stared back into the cold gaze of the armored behemoth. It stood motionless with the halberd to its side.

Marcus trembled violently; this has to be a dream, he refused to believe this is real. None of this could be real. That towering knight couldn’t be real, and its halberd couldn’t be rising forty feet off the floor. He was in a state of pure shock; he could feel the fabric of his mind being torn asunder. He was so shocked that his gauntlet unconsciously removed itself from his mouth and reached for the hilt of his sword.

Iudex Gundyr grunted and took a step forward.

Marcus twisted his torso, fully facing the approaching armored behemoth. Unsheathing his sword and bringing it up in front of him. He could feel his heart pounding wild against his ribcage as he watched the armored behemoth closing the distance in each heavy footsteps. In a matter of steps, it’ll tear him to shreds.

The sword danced from side to side as his hands shook in his grip. The armored behemoth was three steps close to him, and something in Marcus took charge when he suddenly charged towards it by instinct. The sword was raised high, the tip of the blade glinting in the sunlight. Marcus yelped and slashed his sword at Iudex Gundyr’s right leg.

Said tip of the blade struck home and ludex Gundyr exploded in white mist. Ripples of wind rippled through the room making the torchlight dance wildly in response to the violent movement. The towering bookshelves shook violently from the force of the wind. Before long all traces of Iudex Gundyr disappeared from sight leaving nothing behind but a pair of smoking scorched footprints.

A gasp escaped from Marcus. His knees buckled underneath him as he collapsed backwards on his rear to the cobblestone floor. The adrenaline left his body in a rush. His breathing was labored, he could barely breathe. Marcus covered his helmet with both hands, trying to steady his racing heartbeat. He felt dizzy and sick, sweat poured down his face. He squeezed his eyes shut, his thoughts racing as fast as the wind.

Is this really real? This has to be a dream, it has to be! But I’m alive and breathing well. Was I really facing ludex Gundyr in the flesh? That attack I did instantly obliterate it in a mist, how the hell did I do that?

“Quite shocking, isn’t it?”

Marcus snapped back to reality at the sudden voice. Looking around for the owner of the new voice, he heard a soft giggle coming from his right. He stood back up, slowly turning to the sound, looking up at where the laughter originated from.

Floating above him was a little girl. Her body was petite, and had long cyan hair cascading down her shoulders like ink. She was wearing a white dress that resembled the material of clouds, her light skin shining as she smiled gently down at him. She was beautiful and her appearance was ethereal - almost making her seem a little less real than she actually was. Her eyes glimmered with the purest of blue. They matched beautifully with her long wavy hair and a pair of pink lips formed into a genuine smile. Her wings, like a bird, fluttered softly behind her.

The second their gaze met, the little girl let out a delighted giggled. Before he could blink she flew down at him with great speed, floating in front of him without breaking eye contact.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” she said, smiling sweetly. “You’re confused, for that I am certain. Allow me to introduce myself.” She closed her eyes, waving at him before folding her arms and opening her eyes again. “Hello, I am Edwen, the sentient intelligence assigned to guide you wherever your journey may lead.”

Edwen? What kind of name is that...? Marcus wondered.

Edwen then floated around him in a circle. Her eyes glowed brightly before dimming to her usual blue.

“I believe you are the one who’s called Marcus Anderson, yes?” She asked him. Marcus nodded slowly, unsure of how to proceed from there. It’s not like he had a clue what was going on in these weird circumstances anyway. “Hmm, just as I expected," Edwen chuckled. "You do have quite an interesting name, you know."

Marcus stared at her blankly.

“Well, now that we have the introduction sorted out," she began. "Let us begin our discussion by stating the obvious. Not too long ago you gave up your life to save the life of an innocent soul, which I must say is very noble indeed. Usually the average soul after dying would ascend into the afterlife depending on how you view the concept.” She continued. “However, unlike the average soul, yours didn’t make it into the afterlife. Instead, you were given something no one has ever received in eons: a chance to be reborn.”

Edwen paused mid sentence, giving him time to fully process and understand what she had just explained. Marcus was slightly taken aback. Reborn? Reincarnation?

“As for where you are right now, you’re in a new world,” Edwen continued. “A world home to many different species but not one of your own, the ones called humans. The main inhabitants of this country, known as Equestria mind you, are beings identified as ‘Anthropomorphic Ponies’ or Anthro Ponies for short. Each of them are different from the other races in each aspect. You have the earth ponies, the soaring pegasus, and unicorns that can use magic.” Edwen finished.

Marcus’s eyes widened once he heard the description of the other races. In fact, he couldn’t help but wonder why they were referred to as ‘Pony’ instead of just ‘Earth Pony’. He then immediately shook his head trying to clear his thoughts.

“There are also Minotaurs, Griffins, yaks, and many more. But these creatures are not what you should be setting your sights on,” Edwen warned, her eyes narrowing. “While all of those creatures have their strengths and weaknesses, they are nothing compared to the true threat of this world. Would you like to know more?” Edwen asked, crossing her arms.

“Yes. Do continue.” Marcus stated firmly. He’s still not quite accustomed to his intimidating Russian accent yet.

Edwen smirked, amused with Marcus’s statement.

“Very well. Do pay attention.” She instructed. “Fifteen thousand years ago, before the world was shrouded in darkness; Equestria was a beautiful paradise. All life thrived in its beautiful lands. Friendship flourished between the various races living on the land. But most of all, harmony reigned. Everyone lived together peacefully with one another in a peace such as never had been seen. It was the happiest and most peaceful time in existence, until the day when darkness fell on the world.”

Marcus listened attentively as Edwen went on speaking.

“It started about five years prior. Ancient beings began to appear out of nowhere, and thus the world began to change slowly and ominously. The more time had passed, the more unnatural the world became; creatures that only exist in books had begun appearing in Equestrian lands. Their appearances were bizarre and monstrous. Some were completely black, others were covered in scales or horns. Many of their faces were distorted; they seemed to have a blank soulless expression across their faces, and their eyes had no discernible color. These things were the Hollows of the earth; undeads born out of nightmares. Those creatures grew in strength and numbers faster than could be expected. They would come forth in droves; armies consisting of the most dangerous and vicious of creatures imaginable.
They would stalk silently throughout the world and strike terror in anyone unfortunate enough to cross paths with them.” Edwen frowned.

Hollows, huh, Marcus thought.

“Many armies such as Hollows, Knights, Barbarians, Dragons and many more ravaged across many kingdoms like wildfire. Destroying everything in their path. As each legion grew closer to another territory, the number of casualties began to rise rapidly, especially during battles. It wasn’t long before one kingdom in the north began to fall to the demons’ control. At first it was merely an ordinary village in Saddle Arabia, but soon enough, it was overrun. The population there dwindled by hundreds of thousands, with the death toll reaching tens of thousands of victims.”

Edwen turned away from him, looking straight ahead.

“There used to be those who fought these dark beings and managed to push them back, but not anymore, it seemed. When it became apparent that it was hopeless, all of these people gathered together and decided to fight through the new world of Dark Souls. The Prestige Knights they were called. Some fought and died bravely; however, not everyone made it back alive. There, many of them were slaughtered like sheep. It left them no place to rest. They were all gone. Their souls now reside in an eternal sleep within the heart of Equestria.” She looked back at him, smiling once again. “But not all is lost. The Prestige Knights are gone, this is true, but not all of them are gone from this world; there is still one Prestige Knight remaining.”

Edwen floated over towards him, staring at him closely as she reached for his hands. Her soft fingers brushed against the knuckles as she held them in hers, staring deeply into his eyes.

“It’s you Marcus Anderson; the last Prestige Knight. You, who were chosen by fate to become the next Prestige Knight of Equestria, are destined to restore peace back to this world. And you alone have the key that will allow such a thing to happen and bring about the end of the darkness that has reigned upon this world.”

She released his hands before flying back to her spot.

Marcus had to admit, he was speechless. I’m going crazy, he thought to himself. This whole situation must be just a dream... It’s too bizarre for me to believe, I can barely process what I’ve learned.

He sat there in silence for some time, letting all that she had said sink in. Oh who was he kidding, this isn’t a dream. As much as Marcus wanted to deny it, he knew deep down that Edwen was telling the truth. This entire situation just had to be a strange combination of coincidence and chance. One that he had somehow ended up getting mixed up in.

A part of him wasn’t sure if he was actually scared or excited by what was happening to him. Sure he’d always believed in fairy tales, but he’d never really experienced one. To tell the truth, he wasn’t feeling overwhelmed and nervous; on the contrary, he felt calm and collected. It was kinda odd.

“And, with your high level of status, I have no doubt you’ll be able to venture through this world and take out any foe that stands against you with great ease.” Edwen smiled. Marcus lifted his head up at her, a brow arched up from behind his helmet.

“High level?” Marcus repeated. “Color me curious, Edwen. But what do you mean by that? What level am I exactly?” He inquired.

Edwen giggled. “You mean you haven’t noticed? You’re a level one-hundred-&-eighty-five.” She replied, a knowing smile plastered on her face. Marcus stared wide-eyed at hearing her reply.

A brief delay ensued as Marcus’s brain processed Edwen’s words before inevitably silencing him. He stared into deep space, trying his best to wrap his head around the idea of being at a level one-hundred.

“Now, I know you probably have a lot of questions. But I promise I will answer them once we make haste towards our first destination.” Edwen spoke up again, breaking Marcus’s train of thought. “But first things first. You’re going to be needing these that will help you on your journey.” She added, raising her arm and pointed her palm forward.

A sudden flash of light appeared, assaulting Marcus and he immediately brought his arm over his eyes. Said light painted everything in white and traced with shadow. In that brief instant he saw the outline of objects appearing on the floor close to his boots. Marcus lowered his head down and glanced at the objects and instantly recognized them.

The first object that came into view was a giant charcoal sword. The blade was ever so slightly rounded at the edge and curved at the fuller, the cross-guard being formed from two thick bars of silver interlocked and shaped like a diamond. Its handle was made out of what seemed like pure iron with runes carved into the surface. The edges were smoothed with no sign of sharpness. A small symbol rested on the handle’s pommel, just above where the hilt would normally sit; it was a simple star, seemingly carved out of solid metal.

The second object was a flask that glowed brightly in amber color beneath its glass surface. He can see flames dancing at the bottom of the vessel. The liquid was swirling around inside in a hypnotic manner. Marcus instantly recognized it as an Estus Flask, a healing potion. Marcus turned his gaze again to look towards the third and final object.

This object was a giant axe. Its knob and throat of the handle were wrapped with a black band which was engraved with intricate lines and symbols. The axe was almost seven feet long and was extremely heavy. It was almost as though it was made of solid gold. The steel blade itself was smooth and polished, almost shining underneath the faint glow of the torches that surrounded him.

Finally, Marcus looked up and locked his gazes with Edwen.

“What kind of weapon is this?” He asked her, astonished.

“This is the legendary King's Axe. I have no knowledge of the king’s name this axe belonged to, but It’s a gift to every king that holds the title of champion. Only then will a battle be won. Only then will victory be achieved.” Edwen explained.

Without warning Edwen snapped her fingers. Not too far from Marcus and Edwen, dust and wind began to pick up. The library shook violently, and pebbles on the ground were swept away, pulled towards some anomaly that was taking place.

The wind suddenly grew more ominous. Blue particles begin to spark out and fly around in this contained windstorm, before a small blue ball appears in the road. Shining bright for just a flash, the ball dulls to an almost black shade of color, as it rapidly expands in size. The ball transformed into a large, deep blue circle. Standing almost as tall as one of the buildings in this town, the circular anomaly spins ever so slowly, small blue sparks fly out and dance around it.

Once it came into a complete spin, Edwen flew towards it with Marcus close behind. His Estus Flask attached to his belt, and both the strap of his axe and sword wrapped around his shoulder. He looked up at her as she turned her gaze towards him.

“We should make haste, Marcus.” Edwen urged. Marcus tilted his head at her.

“Why the rush?” Marcus inquired, looking at her bewildered.

“Before I arrived here, I saw a small army of three hundred hollows, led by two demons, heading towards Ponyville.” She looked over her shoulders and narrowed her eyes at the portal. “But the Hollows and demons aren’t the only ones we should be wary of.”

Chapter 4: Friendship is Everlasting - Part 1

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CHAPTER 4: FRIENDSHIP IS EVERLASTING - Part 1

Spike cleared his throat and began to read.

“My dear Twilight, there is more to a young pony's life than studying, so I'm sending you to supervise the preparations for the Summer Sun Celebration in this year's location: Ponyville. And, I have an even more essential task for you to complete: make some friends!”

Twilight groaned lightly as she lay draped over the side of the chariot while the pair of Pegasus Guard pulled the chariot through the sky. Spike was reading the letter next to her with a smile on his face.

Spike turned his gaze towards Twilight. “Look on the bright side, Twilight. The Princess arranged for you to stay in a library. Doesn't that make you happy?” He asked in an amused tone.

Twilight hid her annoyance with a smile before meeting Spike’s Gaze.

“Yes, yes it does. You know why? Because I'm right! I'll check on the preparations as fast as I can, then get to the library to find some proof of Nightmare Moon's return.” She stated cheerfully.

Spike frowned at her. “Then... when will you make friends, like the Princess said?”

“She said to check on preparations. I am her student, and I'll do my royal duty, but the fate of Equestria does not rest on me making friends.” She replied.

Twilight blinked, noticing her dragon assistant wearing steel armor from head to toe except for his helmet which he held under his arm. She arched a brow at him and pointed at said armor.

“Spike, you know you didn’t have to put that on.” She commented. Spike simply shrugged his shoulders at her comment.

“You never know.” He simply replied.

Twilight shook her head at him.

“But, Spike. We’re at a time of peace.” She reminded him. “That means we don’t need to worry about the dangers that plague us. Well, besides Nightmare Moon arriving soon.”

“You’re right, we are at peace. But peace is inside the walls of Equestria, Twilight. Not outside.” Spike pointed out, lifting his head up at the clear blue sky. “You and I saw it ourselves the first time Princess Celestia brought us to the wall; it’s hell out there and it’s getting worse day by day.”

“Well…” she glanced at the chariot’s floor, frowning. “You’re not wrong.”

The chariot continued hovering forward in silence. It wasn’t long until they arrived at their destination.

The center of Ponyville remains unchanged, as it has for many years. The vast town is adorned with numerous apartments and small houses that serve as the abodes of its equine inhabitants. The population of Ponyville comprises unicorns, earth ponies, and occasionally pegasi, totaling four thousand and five hundred.

Upon their arrival, Twilight and Spike discovered that Ponyville exceeded their initial expectations in terms of size. Nevertheless, it was still a considerable departure from their accustomed lodgings in Canterlot. The town was located on the periphery of a vast forest and was encompassed by fields and farmlands on the opposite side, with a river encircling the settlement, rendering it a semi-island.

The chariot landed and the duo hopped off. Twilight moved to the front of the chariot to talk with the Guards.

“Thank you sirs.” Twilight said politely, earning a nod from both of the royal guards.

“You know, Twilight. Maybe you should at least try it.” Spike suggested, glancing at her.

“Try what?” Twilight asked, looking back at the young armored drake.

“The friends thing with other ponies. Who knows, maybe they might have something interesting to say.” Spike offered, gesturing to a mare walking towards them.

Twilight averted her gaze from Spike and directed it towards the mare standing before her. The mare possessed ample hips and curves, a feature that Twilight observed with keen interest, almost mistaking her for a model. The mare, though slightly plump, wore a curious expression on her face as her blue eyes scanned the duo with a somewhat vacant wonder. To describe the mare as pink would be an understatement. Her fur was pink, her mane was a darker shade of pink, the latter being curlier than anything Twilight had ever seen before. The mare donned a simple yet elegant attire, comprising a pink dress with a white undershirt and brown sandals.

“Umm hello?” Twilight offered. The mare’s eyes went wide, her blue eyes shrinking to pin pricks. She sucked in a great deal of air, jumped straight up in the air, her legs akimbo and darted off in a streak. Tearing down the road before the duo could blink. Twilight was amazed that the mare's feet didn’t even touch the ground until she was out of sight.

“Well, that was interesting all right.” Twilight snarked.

Spike sighed. He and Twilight took a step forward.

The journey to the outskirts of Sweet Apple Acres appeared to be quite lengthy. The town was bustling with numerous ponies strolling along the busy path. Mothers were seen holding their children's hands as they passed by, while shopkeepers were heard shouting to their customers. Additionally, vendors were observed selling flowers and food, which added to the charm of the surroundings.

Ponyville has become a sanctuary for the inhabitants of the town. It is a place where numerous individuals seek solace and comfort, and where many ponies establish new connections and friendships. The pair proceeded as they exited the town hall, following the path along the bridge, past the trees, and rapidly approaching the farm of Sweet Apple Acres.

The air had felt thick between the duo. Neither of them had spoken since they had started walking. Their own hoofsteps were the only sounds that filled the air. Spike decided to break the silence once they entered through the mouth of the entrance.

“Summer sun celebration official overseers checklist.” Spike muttered reading the top of it. “Number one, banquet preparations: Sweet Apple Acres.”

Twilight looked around the farm. It was indeed an apple farm, though it looked like there were some cows and chickens and a bit of corn as well as other crops, though apples were the most prominent. There was a farmhouse on one side of the property with a large red barn and a number of outbuildings not far from the main gate the trio were walking through. In the distance they could see the towering barn of a neighboring farm that seemed to be focused on carrots.

“YEEHAAW!” Shouted a voice.

The duo blinked, watching as an orange Earth pony sprinted over towards a tree, her head lowered, a brown stetson planted firmly on it, and pumping her arms as she ran. She had an athletic body and wore a t-shirt revealing her muscle tone biceps. Black overalls and black work boots.

Twilight’s eyes darted to her left and saw an apple tree that had a number of buckets under it. She and Spike watched the mare plant her left boot in the dirt and spun on it, lashing out with her free boot striking the tree. The hit impacted the trunk soundly making the tree shudder. As the tree shook, all of the apples that had been on said tree, save a few small green ones, fell from the tree. Landing perfectly in the buckets around it.

The freckled mare glanced at the buckets and smiled. Adopting a rather proud looking pose with her hands placed on her hips.

Spike was impressed while Twilight seemed less than thrilled.

“Let's get this over with.” Twilight sighed walking towards the mare. “Good afternoon, my name is Twilight Sparkle.”

Twilight winced as the mare grabbed her hand and started shaking it at rapid speed. The handshake was violent enough to lift Twilight's feet from the ground and bounce her about a bit.

“Well, howdy-doo, Miss Twilight, a pleasure makin' your acquaintance. Ah’m Applejack. We here at Sweet Apple Acres sure do like makin' new friends!” The orange mare stated proudly with a big grin on her face.

“Friends? Actually, I—“ Twilight was certain that had Applejack continued to violently shake her hand, said hand along with her wrist would snap.

“So, what can ah do you for?” Applejack inquired, dropping Twilight’s hand and placing her hands back on her hips as she gave a small smile. Twilight cleared her throat while ignoring her assistant’s snickering.

“Well, I am in fact here to supervise preparations for the Summer Sun Celebration.” Twilight adopted an official sounding tone. “And you're in charge of the food?”

“We sure as sugar are.” Applejack winked. ”Would yah care to sample some?”

“Well as long as it doesn't take too long...” Twilight began as Applejack dashed off.

Not long did she dash away, the ringing of a bell drew the Twilight and Spike’s attention towards the farm as they heard Applejack yelling.

“SOUPS ON EVERYPONY!” Applejack cried.

The thunder of hooves sounded soon after as flooding out of the trees was a stampede of ponies bearing down on them. Before the trio could react they were caught up in the herd and dragged along though the dust and mayhem.

A moment later they felt themselves being sat down and the dust cleared showing they were at a fair sized table out in the field. In an instant Applejack popped up from nowhere.

“Now, why don't I introduce y'all to the Apple family?” She waved a hand and the duo noticed they were surrounded by rather expectant looking ponies.

“Thanks but we really need to..” Twilight began and was completely ignored.

“This here's Apple Fritter, Apple Bumpkin, Red Gala, Rhede Delicious, Golden Delicious, Caramel Apple, Apple Strudel, Apple Tart, Baked Apples, Apple Brioche, Apple Cinnamon Crisp,” Applejack paused taking a deep breath.”.... Big Macintosh, Apple bloom, and Granny Smith.”

During the introduction dishes full of food were piled higher and higher on the table until Spike couldn't even see over them. Granted Spike wasn’t trying to and he was more focused on deciding what to eat first. Twilight was about to protest again when Applejack shoved an apple in her mouth, getting a laugh from both Spike and a few other Apples.

“UP AN ATTUM GRANNY SMITH, we got guests.” Applejack called to an elderly green pony asleep in a rocking chair.

Granny Smith snorted as she awoke. “Wha..? Soup's on? I'm up, here I come, ahm comin'...”

Applejack turned her gaze back to Twilight with a smile. “Why, I'd say you're already part of the family!”

Twilight coughed out the remains of the apple, taking a moment to breathe. She nervously laughed as she forced a smile on her face.

“Okay, well, I can see the food situation is handled, so we'll be on our way.” Twilight stated, attempting to stand up until she saw Applejack frowned.

“Aren't you gonna stay for brunch?” Asked Applejack.

“Sorry, but we have an awful lot to do...” Twilight trailed off when all of the Apple family sighed in simultaneous disappointment. Twilight sighed and glanced at the ground. “...fine.”

The whole Apple family cheered, including Spike.

“Ah, alright. Food‘s all taken care of, next is the weather.”

Spike looked over his shoulder and saw Twilight falling behind. While Spike walked ahead of her looking over the checklist, the mare was struggling with the amount of food she had eaten.

“Ugh... I ate too much pie...” Twilight groaned as she lagged behind Spike.

“Hmm, there's supposed to be a Pegasus pony named Rainbow Dash clearing the clouds.” Said Spike, glancing up at the sky.

The lavender mare stopped to look up at the sky speckled with white fluffy clouds everywhere.

“Well she's not doing a very good job, is she?” Twilight grumbled before a prismatic blur slammed into her, sending her tumbling across the ground to land with a splash in an oversized mud puddle left from the last rainstorm.

A young muscular mare with a cyan coat emerged from a puddle, her body covered in mud. She possessed a striking athletic build, with a rainbow-colored mane and tail. Her attire consisted of a sleeveless black waistcoat, trimmed with crimson, which revealed her black undershirt. She wore fingerless gloves on her hands, an elastic black A-line mini skirt, and a white ankle-length sash that wrapped around her skirt. Additionally she donned bits of armor, including elaborate diamond greaves that began below her mid-thigh and continued down into her boots, as well as a pair of cuisses that started mid-thigh and ended just above her knees. Her appearance was completed by a red scarf wrapped around her neck.

Twilight groaned as the blue Pegasus sheepishly chuckled a little.

“Uh, 'scuse me….?” The muddy Pegasus muttered.

Twilight lifted her head off the muddy puddle, turning her gaze towards the cyan mare with an annoyed expression.

“Here, lemmi help you.” The mare stated looking at the mud soaked Twilight before zipping off.

Spike blinked, looking up as a shadow passed over the sun and the Pegasus flew a cloud over Twilight. He stepped back out of the puddle and out from under the cloud as the Pegasus began jumping on top of it, dropping a torrential downpour on Twilight.

Twilight simply stood still, her mane covering her face. Her clothes soaked. Spike looked up as the mare leaned over the cloud looking down at the dripping lavender mare with a small chuckle.

“Oops, I guess I overdid it. Um, uh, how about this?” The mare darted down zooming around Twilight, a vortex of rainbow colored wind whipping around the lavender mare as a small tornado formed around her.

As if posing on a stage the blue Pegasus zipped off above Spike. “My very own patented rainblow dry!” The mare floated down landing lightly. “Don't thank me, you're quite welcome.”

She blinked as she looked at Twilight and saw that the lavender mare’s eyes narrowed and a vein popped from her temple.

The Pegasus completely lost it at the sight of Twilight's mane and tail having gone from straight and hanging over her shoulders, to having the same mass of hair piled high and twisted atop of her head. Even her tail was a curly mess that had shaped itself almost into a corkscrew.

The mare’s laughter was infectious as even Spike couldn't hold back his any more.

“Let me guess.” Twilight growled. “You’re Rainbow Dash…”

The laughter from the mare stopped abruptly as she picked herself up. “The one and only. Why yah heard of me?”

Dash zipped back into the air hovering inches from Twilight's face with a big grin across her features.

“What I heard is that you are supposed to be keeping the sky clear.” Twilight snapped before exhaling and turned to look up at her. “I'm Twilight Sparkle, and the Princess sent me to check on the weather.”

“Yeah yeah. That'll be a snap. I'll do it in a jiffy.” Dash waved a hoof dismissively while reclining recline on a cloud, taking a nap there. “Just as soon as I'm done practicing.”

“Practicing? For what?” Twilight asked.

Rainbow Dash bolted up right on her cloud pointing a hoof at a poster on the side of a building behind the small group. “THE WONDERBOLTS! They're gonna perform at the celebration tomorrow and I'm gonna show em my stuff.”

“The Wonderbolts?” Twilight repeated skeptically.

“Yup.” Dash replied.

“The most talented flyers in all of Equestria?” Asked Twilight, raising an eyebrow.

“That’s them!” Dash said.

Twilight scoffed. “Pfft! Please. They'd never accept a Pegasus who can't even keep the sky clear for one measly day.”

Rainbow Dash glared over the edge off the cloud at Twilight. “Hey, I can clear this sky in ten seconds flat.”

“Prove it.” Twilight grinned back with a air of malice.

A bit taken aback by Twilight's challenge, Rainbow Dash’s eyes narrowed as she launched herself from her cloud bed destroying it in the process as she tore across the sky like a rainbow hued blur dissipating clouds with hardly any effort. Twilight's mangled mane whipping about as the blur tore back and forth across the sky, the duo’s heads turning to watch the mare as she zipped about.

Dash did one last loop dropping through the final cloud before landing with a grin.”What did I say? Ten. Seconds. Flat. I'd never leave Ponyville hanging.”

“Wow.” Spike chimed up staring at the mare with awe. Even Twilight was taken aback.

“You should see the look on your face.” Rainbow Dash laughed. “Ha! You're a laugh, Twilight Sparkle. I can't wait to hang out some more.”

Rainbow Dash grinned and back flipped into the air shooting off into the sky.

Twilight and Spike stared where Dash had flown off in silence. After a few minutes they snapped out of their stupor and started forward to their next destination. Said destination wasn’t too long to reach as the duo pushed through the doors and entered the Town Hall.

“Decorations.” Spike read off the list as the two of them looked around the town hall.

Banners hung everywhere, a number of them glinting with gems. Symbols of Princess Celestia's sun dotted the area in tasteful locations that were also somehow made prominent by everything else seeming to flow towards them drawing the eye. The entire town hall was decorated in such a way that seemed to be borderline gaudy, but remained just shy of going over into too much.

“Well now.” Twilight smiled.

“Beautiful.” Spike chimed in.

“Yes, the décor is coming along nicely. This oughta be quick. I'll be at the library in no time. Beautiful indeed.” Twilight nodded her head slowly.

“Not the décor, her!” Spike offered, his gaze locked on a figure on the other side of the hall.

At present, one may observe a white unicorn mare of immaculate appearance, who is engrossed in examining a collection of ribbons from a distance. Her purple mane and tail are expertly curled, with not a single strand of hair out of place. She is attired in the most exquisite armor, consisting of silver armor with purple linings and dark under-armor. A diamond jewelry, encircled by gold, is situated at the center of her breastplate. Her legs are adorned with steel cuisses leg armor, and her sword is neatly placed in a scabbard attached to her side.

Twilight looked at the enamored Spike and sighed. Spike for the most part was fully focused on the mare before them.

“How are my spines? Are they straight? Where's my mustache?” Spike fretted as his Twilight rolled her eyes walking forward, the young drake rushing to catch up.

“Good afternoon.” Twilight began only for the mare to hold up a hoof to stop her.

“Just a moment please. I'm in the zone as it were.” The white unicorn stated cycling through a number of other ribbons before selecting one coated in glitter and tying it to a pole. “Ahh YES, sparkle always does the trick. Does it not? Why Rarity, you are a talent. Now then how can I help—”

The mare yelped followed by a scream and jumped back.

“Oh my stars darling whatever happened to your coiffure?!” The white Unicorn demanded.

“Oh, you mean my mane? Well it's a long story.” Twilight sighed.” I'm just here to check on the decorations, and then I'll be out of your hair.”

“Out of my hair? What about your hair?” The mare who called herself Rarity sounded faint. She strode forward pushing Twilight ahead of her.

“Wha? Wait where are we going!?!” Twilight protested. “Help!”

Spike eagerly followed after the mare and Twilight.

They wound up at an oddly shaped store with a sign reading Carousel boutique. The white mare had pushed Twilight inside and immediately sat her down and started working on her hair. Once that was settled the white unicorn's magic quickly started to work on playing dress up with Twilight.

“No... no... no.. nah.., too green, too poofy, too yellow, too poofy, not poofy enough, too frilly, too shiny.....” Rarity muttered after each costume change. “Now go on my dear, you were telling me where you were from…”

Twilight gasped for air as Rarity did her best to tighten a corset she had put on her further, Twilight winced feeling her ribs starting to crack. Spike was still stuck on the mare.

However, there was a small part of Spike that couldn’t help but notice something about this white mare. Something about the armor she wore reminded him of someone, and he wondered who. Try as he might, the cogs in his mind kept churning, trying to figure out who. But he couldn't think of anyone in particular. But even so Spike still couldn’t help but feel like he’s met her before. But where..?

Meanwhile, Twilight felt the pressure mounting. She felt her ribs cracking. She felt a sharp pain stab at her heart as she tried to breathe.

“I’ve… been sent… from …........ Canterlot.. to...” Twilight hissed as she gasped.

Rarity blinked letting go of the girdle, the cord snapping forward sending Twilight crashing to the floor.

“Canterlot!? Oh I am so envious, the glamor, the sophistication. I've always dreamed of living there.” Rarity practically sang. “I can't wait to hear all about it! We are gonna be the best of friends, you and I... Emeralds?! What was I thinking? Let me get you some rubies!”

Twilight watched Rarity leave the room and she immediately grabbed Spike by the arm. Sprinting towards the doors.

“Quick! Before she decides to dye my coat a new color!” Twilight insisted, exiting the shop with the young drake at her side.

The duo started to their next destination.

Spike sighed next to Twilight as they walked down a new path. The beautiful generous white mare was at the forefront of his mind; it was driving him crazy! He wanted to ask her a million questions but couldn't form a single syllable past the sudden tightening of his throat. She was like an angel when he first saw her: a shining star shining in every corner with a radiance brighter than any of the ones in the sky. He had found himself falling hard, so hard he was sure he must have been shattered at the sight. And yet, he found himself wishing that he could have stayed and talked to her.

Spike sighed in astonishment. “Wasn't she wonderful?”

Twilight turned her gaze towards Spike. “Focus, Casanova. What's next on the list?”

“Ahem, right. Uh, music! Music is the last one!” The drake announced.

Twilight’s ears perked up as she searched around, zeroing in on the bird song and the duo made their way around the bushes to see what was going on.

Sitting on a tree were a multitude of brightly colored songbirds of various species, all of them singing and chirping in an impressively blended harmony.

Hovering before them with the support of her wings, conducting the bird song choir was a pale yellow Pegasus with bright pink hair that was long enough that it could have dragged along the ground if she was walking.

She was attired in a green cowl-neck sweater, a long white asymmetrical skirt, and brown sandals. Her appearance was striking in the ensemble. Despite her efforts to conceal them behind her sweater, the yellow mare's bosom would immediately catch the attention of any onlooker, as it was noticeably larger than that of the white mare and Twilight's. The weight of her twin orbs was sufficient to cause them to sag slightly, making them prominent and conspicuous. Her hips, which were suitable for childbearing, had a certain sway to them, emphasizing their curvature, while her thick thighs were noticeable beneath her skirt.

Twilight had to admit to herself that the mare before her was truly stunning. It was difficult for her to divert her gaze from the mare, and Spike was no exception. From afar, he knew nothing about her, not even her name. He held his gaze on her for a few more seconds before turning away, his cheeks flushed. Spike closed his eyes tightly, his mind racing with various thoughts that he tried to conceal within his mind.

The duo continued forward. Walking towards the yellow mare as she spoke to the birds.

“Oh my, umm.. stop a second everyone....” The mare practically whispered as she fluttered up towards a bluejay near a middle branch. “Excuse me, but, no offense, but your rhythm is just a teeny-tiny bit off.”

The bluejay closed its beak and nodded as the mare fluttered away from the tree again. “Now follow me please. A one, a two, a one ,two, three—”

“Hello!” Twilight greeted as she stepped in front of the group.

One of the birds let out shrill cry which made all the others take off in a panic and made the mare whirl about with a shriek and seem to fold in on herself as she looked around for whatever started the birds. The mare remained floating in the air looking down at the duo.

“Oh my, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to frighten your birds. I'm just here to check up on the music and it's sounding beautiful.” The lavender unicorn said apologetically with a smile.

Silence eroded the atmosphere until the yellow mare finally seemed to calm down and float down a bit to eye level with Twilight. An invisible wall seemed to separate the two due to the silence.

“I’m Twilight Sparkle.” She took a step forward and pointed. “What’s your name?”

The yellow mare glanced to the ground. “Um... I'm Fluttershy.”

Her voice was quiet, almost too quiet.

“I'm sorry, what was that?” Twilight asked gently.

“Um… My name… is Fluttershy.” The Yellow mare repeated even more quietly.

“Still didn’t quite catch that.” Twilight placed her hands on her hips.

At that point, all that came out of the yellow Pegasus was a nervous squeak. The air between the pair seemed to be thickening and the two started glancing around nervously.

Finally the lavender mare spoke.

“Ahh... So.. umm.. it looks like your birds are back, so I guess everything's in order.” Twilight began fiddling with her hands. “Keep up the good work!”

The yellow mare replied with another squeak. Her face hidden behind the strands of her mane.

“Oookay..” Twilight smiled awkwardly before turning her head to Spike. “Well, that was easy.”

“Hold it.” Spike placed his claw on Twilight’s shoulder. “Let me try.”

Spike stepped close to and smiled at her while raising both claws in the air.

“Hey, it's okay. You can speak normally to us if you want to.” He reassured.

Fluttershy’s ears twitched, and her tail flicked from side to side behind her. The pony’s body language was tense, her shoulders hunched slightly, and she seemed hesitant to trust Spike completely. She stared at the drake’s hand.

For a minute or two, Spike waited patiently for the mare waiting for a reaction. After a few moments of staring at Spike, Fluttershy finally found her voice.

“I’m Fluttershy.” She stated.

Spike nodded. “Nice to meet you Fluttershy.” Spike waves his right claw in a friendly manner. “I’m Spike: Spike the Dragon. But You can call me Spike.”

Fluttershy gave him a small nod. She blinked when a shocking realization dawned on her.

“Oh my, he talks,” The yellow mare gasped. “I didn't know dragons could talk. That's just so incredibly wonderful I, I just don't even know what to say!”

“Well, in that case we'd better be going.” Twilight interjected as she moved to walk past Spike. The young drake followed behind.

“Wait, wait!” Fluttershy trotted up to Spike’s side. “What do dragons talk about?”

Spike turned his gaze towards her and chuckled. “Well, what do you wanna know?” Spike questioned.

“Absolutely everything.” Fluttershy answered eagerly.

Twilight glanced to the ground with an annoyed groan.

Author's Notes:

Star Shimmering: Hope you enjoyed the chapter my shimmerings. I thought about making all the scenes from the first episode into a full chapter but decided to break this up to parts.

Bit-By-Bit Studio: Hopefully in time we’ll be able to fill in the last bits into the next chapter where our main protagonist shall make his appearance to the main six and Nightmare Moon.

Star Shimmering: And though some parts in this chapter are the same as in the show’s episode, we tried to make small bits of changes.

Bit-By-Bit Studio: Especially Fluttershy’s assets.

Star Shimmering: Oh I’m sure they’ve notice, Triple B.

Bit-By-Bit Studio: So have I! Oh and we also wanted to—wait! You want me to tell them?

Star Shimmering: No, we’ll tell ‘em in the next chapter.

Bit-By-Bit Studio: Alright then. Welp, hope you all enjoy the chapter. Even if it’s bit of a stale in one’s taste.

Star Shimmering: Until then, have a good day/night my shimmerings!

Chapter 5: Friendship is Everlasting - Part 2

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CHAPTER 5: FRIENDSHIP IS EVERLASTING - Part 2

“And that's the story of my whole entire life! Well, up until today.”

Twilight Sparkle had spent almost her whole day walking towards their temporary abode. While Spike occupied himself by telling his story to the ever-curious yellow mare known as Fluttershy. Twilight groaned and shook her head. They had been talking for what seemed like hours, and right now she wanted nothing more than to reach their new destination. Hopefully, when they reach said destination, there won't be any more distractions.

Twilight smiled in relief when they finally reached the library.

“Do you wanna hear about today?” Spike asked Fluttershy, looking at her curiously. Twilight’s smile fell upon hearing that.

Fluttershy nodded eagerly. “Oh, yes, please!”

Spike opened his mouth, as to begin the story but was quickly stopped when Twilight stepped In between him and Fluttershy.

“I am so sorry, how did we get here so fast? This is where I'm staying while in Ponyville and my poor baby dragon needs his sleep.” Twilight said, forcing a smile on her face. Spike arched a brow at the lavender mare.

“First off.” Spike raised a finger. “I’m not a baby; second off I’m like, what, the same age as you; third, no I don’t—”

Spike grunted when Twilight’s elbow dug into his side.

Twilight turned her gaze up at Spike. “Aww, wook at dat, he's so sweepy he can't even keep his widdle bawance!” She said with a forceful smile, all the while ignoring Spike’s glare burning holes in the back of her head.

“Poor thing, you simply must get into bed,” Fluttershy said, her tone laced with worry. “Wait here, I’ll go get a blanket.”

“Oh, no no no no, that won’t be necessary!” Twilight pushed Spike inside the library before poking her head out of the main door. “Don’t worry, we'll get right on that. Well, g'night!”

Twilight slammed the door. She sighed and looked at Spike over her shoulder. His arms were crossed as he was still glaring at her.

“Huh. Rude much?” Spike muttered.

“Sorry, Spike,” Twilight started, walking up to him, “but I have to convince the Princess that Nightmare Moon is coming, and we're running out of time! I just need to be alone so I can study without a bunch of crazy ponies trying to make friends all the time.” She looked around. “Now, where’s the light?”

Suddenly the lights went on, followed by a bunch of ponies yelling, “Surprise!”

Then the pink mare from earlier jumped right in front of the duo.

“Hi, I'm Pinkie Pie, and I threw this party just for you!” She said. “Were you surprised? Were ya? Were ya? Huh huh huh?”

“Very surprised,” said Twilight. “Libraries are supposed to be quiet.”

“Well, that's silly! What kind of welcome party would this be if it were quiet? I mean, duh, bo-ring! Y'see, I saw you when you first got here, remember? You were all "hello" and I was all [deep gasp], remember? Y'see I've never saw you before and if I've never saw you before that means you're new, 'cause I know everypony, and I mean everypony in Ponyville!”

Spike stared at the pink earth pony, certain she had not even taken a breath during her verbal rampage. Spike could see all of the ponies they had met that day. Fluttershy was handing home-made cookies to some fillies. Applejack and Big Mac were near the food table. Rainbow Dash was bragging to some little orange filly and Rarity was conversing with a little white filly. There were a few others that they had seen but not been introduced to as well. The library was packed.

As Pinkie Pie went on Twilight groaned her way towards a table and poured herself a drink. Spike’s eyes crawled from her face to the bottle and immediately noticed what Twilight was pouring.

“Uh, Twilight,” Spike said. “You’re pouring hot sauce.”

“Huh?” Twilight levitated the bottle and read it. “Oh, oops.” She grabbed a different bottle and another glass.

“See?” Pinkie continued. “Now you have lots and lots of friends.”

“Question, why is there a bottle of hot sauce here?” Spike asked.

Before Pinkie Pie could answer her body suddenly trembled violently. Twilight and Spike glanced at each other with worry plastered on their faces before returning their gaze back at the shaking mare.

“Woah! My Pinkie senses are telling me there’s a battle going on outside of Ponyville!” Pinkie announced while her body shook.

“A battle?” Everypony, including Spike, repeated.

Applejack, Rainbow Dash, and Rarity’s eyes narrowed.

Applejack glanced at Big Mac. “Big Mac, y’all stay with the kids, ya hear?”

Big Mac nodded with a grunt.

Rarity got down on one-knee and placed her hands on the white filly’s shoulders.

“You remembered what we do in situations like this, right?” Rarity questioned the white filly. The white filly nodded.

The four mares glanced at each other and nodded as if they already knew what they were thinking. Twilight and Spike watched as the three mares bolted out of the library before Rainbow stopped and looked at Fluttershy over her shoulder.

“Come on, Fluttershy!” Beckoned Rainbow Dash.

Fluttershy hesitated, hiding her face behind her mane.

“Um, do I have to?” Fluttershy asked in a quiet tone.

“Well, duh?” Rainbow Dash stated the obvious. “You’re Ponyville’s best only healer, now come on!”

Fluttershy reluctantly followed Rainbow Dash out of the library. Twilight shook her head with a sigh.

“There can’t possibly be a battle outside of Ponyville. Have they forgotten that we’re inside the walls? They’re being ridiculous, don’t you think so?”

Silence. Twilight blinked, turning her gaze to her left. She blinked rapidly to find no dragon at her side. Her head twitched from side to side for any sign of her assistant’s whereabouts. Her eyes landed on Spike’s back as the young drake sprinted out of the library.

“Wha—wait, Spike? Where are you going?!”

Twilight groaned in annoyance and gave chase.

Marcus and Edwen emerged from the portal in a composed manner, after which the portal promptly dissipated and vanished from existence. They found themselves standing in the middle of a dirt road, with a village visible in the distance beyond a small bridge. The road was flanked by grass on either side, with a few apple trees growing behind a fence and bushes scattered on a nearby hill between two towering, curved mountains.

“Ah, good. We’ve arrived at our destination.” Edwen announced, smiling at Ponyville from a distance.

Marcus arched a brow up at the fairy. “I don’t see any demons or hollows here.”

Edwen looked around.

“Hmm… they should be—ah, there they are!”

Edwen gestured towards a particular direction, and Marcus obligingly turned his attention to where she was pointing. To his surprise, they found themselves confronted by a formidable army of three hundred hollows, led by two towering leviathans that stood at a staggering twenty feet tall. These monstrous creatures shared a striking resemblance, with their minotaur-like appearance and brown fur that covered their thighs to their shoulders. Their skeletal heads were adorned with large horns, and their yellow eyes glinted menacingly in the light. Additionally, a long tail hung between their legs, adding to their already intimidating presence.

Marcus couldn’t comprehend the two monsters he was seeing, a type of demon known as a Tarurus; he encountered these bull demons once in the Undead Burg, located in the upper section of the Burg, and is an optional boss that any player can defeat. But that wasn’t what bothered Marcus. If some other fan had been in his shoes instead of him they would have been enthralled. Slaying monsters that could only be found in fiction, going on adventures, strengthening themselves to be the strongest, and defeating undefeated warriors. It would have been a fan’s fantasy dream come true.

But not for Marcus.

Marcus glanced at the ground. In his personal opinion, he would’ve rather gone into the afterlife. Reunited with those that passed away before he was born; his cousin, his great-great grandfather, and his girlfriend. Especially his girlfriend. He never thought in years that he would be the first to be given a second chance, a chance at life in another world he never thought existed. Which brings him back to the terrible conclusion of the problem.

Those horrid army of hollows and the bull demons weren't cosplayers, these were real monsters in more ways than one.

And he wasn't just a knight — he was an overpowered warrior.

Marcus lifted his head and stared back at the army from a distance.

“So, I take ‘em out and Ponyville should be safe?” Marcus inquired, not taking his eyes off the two bull demons.

“Correct.” Edwen replied.

“Well then, let’s get this done.” Unsheathing his sword and bringing it up in front of him, he started towards the army.

One of the hollows hissed, and the bull demon behind them growled. The behemoth’s partner bellowed and pointed towards Marcus with a tremendous bark. The army of hollows snarled and hissed before menacingly stalking towards him. Their khopesh swords raised up in anticipation.

Marcus commenced running towards the hollows with a resolute expression, his eyes narrowed in determination. He skillfully wielded his sword, swiftly beheading the first hollow that stood in his path. Its head was sent flying into the air. Another hollow then charged towards him, seeking to avenge its fallen comrade by impaling Marcus.

Marcus weaved two of the hollow’s slashes before switching his sword with his left hand and used his free hand to punch the undead square in the face. What he didn’t account for, however, was the amount of damage he inflicted on the hollow by said punch. Its head and body expanded like a balloon then exploded to a gray mist.

Marcus’s stomach plummeted.

He killed the hollow with just one blow of his punch.

“I know I’m strong in all but…damn.” Muttered Marcus.

With great precision, Marcus deftly removed the heads of all the hollows in a complete three-hundred and sixty degree motion. The heads of the hollows soared through the air before landing on the ground with a soft thud, and their dark blood stained the earth. The following moments were a blur as Marcus confidently dispatched every hollow that dared to impede his progress.

Torsos were cut through like butter, skulls were crushed by the blow of his fist, and more groups of the creatures were slaughtered in the work of an instant. Bones cracking and the wet rip of organs being sliced filled the air. Each slash from his sword marking the destruction of another fallen. All of it done by his display of strength, and speed, married together in a beautiful dance of extermination.

It was then that Marcus stopped his onslaught upon noticing there weren’t any more hollows left to cut through. Only the two Tarurus demons were left. The two behemoths glared at Marcus as they both tightened their grip around their giant axe. The alpha behemoth growled and took a step forward, its partner followed behind.

Marcus raised his sword and assumed a fighting stance as the two behemoths approached him with measured steps, causing the ground to tremble like a giant mallet striking the earth. As they drew nearer, Marcus was overwhelmed by a wave of putrid odor, thick with decay and rot, causing him to suppress his urge to vomit. The alpha behemoth growled softly as it circled around Marcus and came to a halt by his side, while its partner also menacingly strode around Marcus and positioned itself to his left. Both Minotaurs glared down at him with animosity in their amber eyes.

The behemoths growled lowly at Marcus. He dared not move from where he stood. His chance at striking one of them was held back. All he had to do was let one of them make the first move, only then will he counter it and deliver the fatal blow.

The two behemoths bellowed simultaneously, their axes raised high, blades glinting in the sunlight. Marcus yelped and slashed both of his attackers in a complete three-hundred and sixty degree motion. Said attackers instantly exploded a white mist by the blow of his sword. The blades of grass rippled violently by the force of the wind from Marcus’s speed. The explosion gave way to silence. After a few minutes life returned in the air. Marcus listened to the nocturnal birds — familiar birds, and he exhaled.

“Oh Marcus,” Marcus heard Edwen call him. “Hehe, I believe we have an audience that is dying to meet you.”

Marcus gracefully sheathed his sword back into its scabbard and turned around. To his surprise, he was greeted by a group of humanoid creatures who were staring at him in shock. The group consisted of six anthropomorphic ponies and one dragon. His eyes immediately fell on the first mare in the middle.

The lavender unicorn’s fur was nearly groomed and her purple mane with a magenta stripe spilled over her back curling slightly at the end. She wore a uniform that consisted of a cyan blazer with a magenta bow tie, and a purple pleated skirt. Her uniform also consists of gray knee-length socks with brown boots, and her striped tail hung behind her rear end.

A purple dragon stood by the lavender’s side. Said dragon wore steel armor from head to toe except for his helmet which he held under his arm.

The freckled orange earth pony donned a brown stetson planted firmly on her head. She had an athletic body and wore a t-shirt revealing her muscle tone biceps. Black overalls and black work boots.

The muscular cyan pegasus stood next to the cow-mare’s side. She possessed a striking athletic build, with a rainbow-colored mane and tail. Her attire consisted of a sleeveless black waistcoat, trimmed with crimson, which revealed her black undershirt. She wore fingerless gloves on her hands, an elastic black A-line mini skirt, and a white ankle-length sash that wrapped around her skirt. Additionally she donned bits of armor, including elaborate diamond greaves that began below her mid-thigh and continued down into her boots, as well as a pair of cuisses that started mid-thigh and ended just above her knees. Her appearance was completed by a red scarf wrapped around her neck.

A white pristine unicorn beside her had an expertly curled purple mane and tail, with not a single strand of hair out of place. Attired in the most exquisite armor, consisting of silver armor with purple linings and dark under-armor. A diamond jewelry, encircled by gold, is situated at the center of her breastplate. Her legs are adorned with steel cuisses leg armor, and her sword is neatly placed in a scabbard attached to her side.

Marcus’s eyes moved to the second Pegasus. The pale yellow mare had a bright pink mane that dragged along the ground. She wore a green cowl-neck sweater, a long white asymmetrical skirt, and brown sandals. Her appearance was striking in the ensemble. Despite the mare’s efforts to conceal them behind her sweater, Marcus knew her bosom would immediately catch the attention of any onlooker, as it was noticeably larger than that of the white and lavender mares. The weight of her twin globes was sufficient to cause them to sag slightly, making them prominent and conspicuous. Her childbearing hips emphasized their curvature, while her thick thighs were noticeable beneath her skirt.

Marcus averted his gaze from the yellow pegasus and directed it towards the last mare standing before him. The mare possessed ample hips and curves, a feature that he observed, and though slightly plump she wore a curious expression on her face as her blue eyes stared back at him. Describing the mare as pink would be an understatement on his part. Her fur was pink, her mane was a darker shade of pink, the latter being curlier than his grandmothers. The mare donned an elegant attire, comprising a pink dress with a white undershirt and brown sandals.

The air was silent between them all.

The area beyond the stone walls was strewn with lifeless bodies, all of whom had passed away. Their eyes imploring for assistance in their final moments. The atmosphere was arid, as was the earth, yet it was stained crimson with blood. As the wind carried dust clouds over the ragged horizon, the distinguished sound of thunder boomed across the sky, as if the universe was conveying a message: a message of apprehension. And then, of course, there is the remarkable castle.

Like all images of a massive castle seen from countries, books, and fantasies this image of the castle was majestic but also mythical. At least it used to be. . .

The Kingdom that was once ruled by a righteous king has now fallen onto the grave and sorrowful times. Just as they ushered into an age of prosperity a new beginning to a new chapter, filled with peace and harmony an unknown tyrant appeared out of nowhere. The many tyrants back then were but a fond memory to them now.

Sitting on the throne with a cup of blood wine in hand lived:

King Almoron Devagonda, or for short Almoron.

Unlike the other princes that go about destroying and slaughtering their victims in such a wild manner, he was a serious and disciplined man, who did not hesitate to hurt anyone to fulfill his mission or achieve his goals. He can be very casual and rather fearless, as he is one of the few people who is not afraid of anything or anyone, not even his father.

The man’s hair is a striking jet black, with a length that falls just short of his neck. His bangs are parted twice, allowing for an unobstructed view of his sharp, black eyes. The hair is evenly hued between two different shades of colors: scorched with mahogany on his right side and crimson red on his left. Birthmarks, decorated with arcane symbols of Hell, adorn his forehead and cheeks, while horns poke out from the upper side of his head in a slight spiral curve. His body is overflowing with beauty and rough charm, and his skin blooms in a lovely charcoal gray. He is dressed in pitch black clothing, with a mantle leg-length curtain cape draped over his back. At his waist, a darkish brown leather belt is wrapped around his waistline, screwed to a scabbard with his sword sheathed to its holding place.

Today was another success for him and his legion of demons. They had successfully swept across the land with little to no resistance spreading death, destruction, and not even an atom seed of mercy. Men and women were now reduced to playthings, emergency food, and mostly the women were used as dancers for entertainment in the eyes of the king. The horrors and humiliation they had to endure would be spoken for generations to come. The once-great kingdom reigned by the kings and queens looked more akin to a food house or rather, a dungeon. Stallions and mares were being tortured in every method one could think of, dead bodies of innocent souls littered the streets as Almoron’s demonic troops feasted on their flesh and bones. Eyes turned from light—to darkish red from shedding many tears at the remains of their loved ones being devoured while the zombie-men lashed their backs with a thorn material whip in a merciless fashion.

How did it come to this? Why is this happening? Will help deliver us from this great evil?

All these questions raced through their minds as they prayed for salvation. But hope had left them even before he and his army had arrived. Their King had fallen, skinned alive then was killed when he could scream no more, his wife mutilated before his eyes as Almoron plunged his hand through his chest, yanking it out with the king’s heart in hand before swallowing it whole. Seven days, seven nights would pass and another kingdom had fallen as well, since then the now slave people prayed for the sweet release of death. The demons were restless especially the imps and each time one would simply switch with another to quench the taste of new flesh. No man or women were spared, nor the children, not even the infants...

A mare in the corner sat and watched as one of her cousins was yanked from her arms by a hollow. It's a grisly sight. The hollow starts stabbing her right away. She pounded its face a couple of times to get it off her, but by this time a bunch of more hollows had burst through the throne room swinging double doors and they joined in too.

She didn’t have time to react as she felt a massive force slap her to the side face down to the blood-stained carpet. What has been described as her dear cousin getting stabbed to death sounded dreadful. The screams cut off in a gurgling grunt were something no one, not even her couldn’t simply ‘unhear.’

“Mommy!”

She turned to her right and her eyes widened at the sight she was seeing.

“No! Not my baby! Please NOOOOOO!!” Her scream echoed through the streets as the mare's dear son was swarmed by a group of giant wolf-size rats. His belly slit open as his liver, organs, and guts spilled on the road. Piece by piece the mother’s heart was breaking apart each time she listened to her son’s blood-curdling high pitch screams of excruciating pain. She couldn’t do anything but watch. . .

A small hellish red ball emerges in the middle of the storm quickly expanding out into a massive, spiraling portal. Light orange streaks line the circular, black void, magical particles spew out like sparks from a firework. Soaring out of it was a lone black crow flapping its wings through the streets, completely ignoring what was going on around it. Some of its buddies called it to tag along but the bird paid no mind to them as it continued flying towards its destination. Weaving through corpses, slaughter, and demons, it flew up the stairs that lead to the palace.

“Please let me through this instant. I must speak with Lord Devagonda!” The hollows troops simply nodded pointing their swords at the entrance, allowing him through. The bird thanked them with a nod then soared inside.

“My lord! My lord!”

Everyone including the hollows stopped in their tracks as they watched the crow fly over them. Almoron clicked his tongue in annoyance that his next little entertainment was cut short by this interruption. A part of him was ten seconds away from telepathically crushing this crow into a pancake for even daring to interrupt him but this crow was his brother’s pet and is loyal to them both and their royal family, and no one should bother a king not unless he or she had to share a message that absolutely must reach the king even if it meant the cause of their life.

On landing, the crow bowed its head in subservience, and one wing rested on its knee.

“Your majesty, I’m more knowledgeable enough to know that you told me not to interrupt you unless it’s very urgent,” the crow said, venturing its head up looking into the dark eyes that glared down on him. “B-But I can assure you with certainty that this is urgent news you must hear!”

Almoron blinked, still unwaveringly glaring down at the crow who dared interrupt his little show. He sighed softly then gestured his right hand at every demon in the room. Following the gesture of his command, all the hollows and demons gathered up slowly beginning to stride towards the two double doors. Soon as the last hollow exited the room the doors closed from behind them leaving the crow and its king alone.

A right hand gestured. “Well? Speak.”

The crow cleared its throat.

“I brought news from a shocking discovery that occurred back at our campsite.” The Crow conveys its message to him.

“And it’s urgent for you to tell me why?” He questioned him while taking a sip of his glass of wine.

The Crow lowered its head. “We found it. We’ve found the relic.”

So there they were, Marcus and the gang, staring at each other like a bunch of stunned mullets. Not a peep was uttered, just silence hanging in the air like a bad smell. They were all looking pretty gobsmacked. But if he had to be honest, Marcus was just as taken aback as the ponies and dragon were. He couldn’t comprehend what he was seeing.

Marcus parted his lips, as if to articulate a thought, but promptly sealed them. A dreadful epiphany had dawned upon him. He is not adept at conversing with the opposite sex! Prior to encountering his significant other, he was reclusive, inept at initiating dialogues, and excessively timid to engage in any form of communication with a lady, let alone maintain eye contact. Even presently, Marcus is experiencing difficulty in formulating articulate and intelligent responses.

Damn it, he thought, how should I approach this?

Wait a minute… he could try that.

Marcus remembered a time, before he and his significant other became a couple, they would always role-play by voicing one of their favorite fantasy characters. He may not be able to talk to these creatures the normal way but he is confident to converse with them through role-play. But how should he show his character to them?

Marcus parted his lips again but was nearly in shock at what he saw. The six mares and the drake were. . . PROSTRATING!? On one knee they stood with their heads bowed in subservience.

Marcus was told that Prestige Knights were well known in all of Equestria; their royalty rivaling the princess of the sun herself. Marcus brought his gauntlet up to his lips and cleared his throat.

“As you were.”

The six mares and drake stood upright. The lavender unicorn placed her hand on her chest, her lips forming a small smile.

"I... oh my gosh, I don't even know where to begin," said the lavender unicorn.

"I do!" The cyan Pegasus exclaimed. "That. Was. Awesome!"

"Right?!" The pink earth pony stepped so close her nose barely touched the tip of Marcus's helmet. "And that's only half of it. Like wowie! We're looking at a real Prestige Knight. In the flesh!"

Marcus arched a brow at the pink mare. "You speak as if you've never seen one before?"

"Well, that's kinda it, sir," the purple dragon said. "No pony has ever seen a Prestige Knight in ten-thousand years; we thought they were extinct."

“I see.” Said Marcus.

“I must say though, you did quite well against those bulls by yourself.” The white mare praised Marcus, crossing her arms.

“Eeyup.” The orange earth pony nodded in agreement. “And here ah thought we ‘atta go on in and help but y’all proved effortlessly that y’all can handle yerselfs.”

Marcus crossed his arms, closed his eyes, and huffed. “Those weaklings were beneath me, not worthy opponents to be considered a challenge.”

“Really? Well, would you mind telling us your name?” The lavender mare asked, looking at Marcus curiously. The rest of the group also stared at him with curiosity.

I’m just a guy that died after saving a dude’s life, Marcus thought. But I can’t tell them that, they wouldn’t understand.

“I am Marcus: a traveling mercenary in search of an opponent worthy of a challenge.” Marcus introduced himself, his cape fluttering behind him through the wind, and the side of his helmet glinting in the sunlight.

Marcus yelped as the orange mare grabbed his gauntlet, shaking it rapidly. The handshake was violent enough to lift Marcus’s boots from the ground and bounce him about a bit. His stomach plummeted. This orange cow-mare was strong!

“Well, howdy-doo, sir Marcus, a pleasure makin' your acquaintance. Ah’m Applejack. We here at Ponyville sure do like makin' new friends!” The orange mare named Applejack stated proudly with a big grin on her face.

Marcus staggered a bit before catching himself.

“The, uh, pleasure is all mine Applejack. I—”

Marcus found himself suddenly surrounded by a rosy hue, and before he knew it, he was lifted off his feet and landed on the ground with a thud. He let out a grunt as he felt a new weight pressing down on him. As he looked up, he was met with the sight of a cheerful earth pony, whose pink coat matched the dress she wore. The pony lowered her head and brought her nose close to his, as if to offer a friendly greeting.

“HI THERE, MARCUS!” The pink mare greeted loudly. “I’M PINKIE PIE, BEST PARTY PLANNER AND ORGANIZER IN EQUESTRIA AND BAKER AS WELL!”

She’s too close—way too close, Marcus thought.

“Uh, hello Pinkie pie,” Marcus returned.

“Pinkie darling, please get off of him.” The white mare said.

Pinkie looked at the white mare over her shoulder.

“Okie dokie loki.” The pink mare returned her gaze down at Marcus, in that brief instant she smirked at him then winked with a twinkle effect before hopping off of him with a spring.

Heat rose along the back of his nape to his cheeks. Marcus didn’t know what to feel at the way she looked at him. He got back on his feet in time to see the cyan pegasus approach him.

“Forgive our friend, dude,” the cyan pegasus assured. “She’s just very hyperactive.”

“That’s quite alright. And you are?” Marcus dusted the dirt off from his shoulder.

“Rainbow Dash.” The cyan pegasus greeted with a confident smile. Her hands placed on her hips. “I gotta hand it to you though, those were some cool moves you got there.”

“I wholeheartedly agree.” The white mare stepped up and stood beside Rainbow Dash. “I never thought I would see the day that I would actually see a Knight such as yourself in combat. Truly I am honored.”

Marcus’s eyes crawled from the white mare’s face to the armor she donned. “I see you’re a knight yourself, ms..?”

“Rarity.” Rarity greeted. “And yes, you’re correct. I’m actually Ponyville’s only dame here.”

“I see.”

As Marcus shifted his gaze towards the yellow pegasus, he was met with a curious stare from the mare. He couldn't help but notice the blush on her cheeks before she quickly averted her gaze and hid behind her pink hair.

Before he could ask, the purple drake cleared his throat.

“That’s Fluttershy,” the purple drake introduced the mare, gesturing her with his hand. “Don’t mind her, she’s just really shy.”

“Well, now that everypony has their turn.”

Marcus turned to face the lavender mare that took a step forward.

“I’m Twilight Sparkle, but I would prefer it if you called me Twilight.” Twilight greeted then gestured toward the purple dragon. “And this is Spike, my assistant.”

Marcus hummed.

“Well, it is a pleasure to meet all of you. If it is alright with you, let us talk somewhere that is sufficient enough where our conversation shall continue.”

They all nodded in unison and Twilight led the way. Marcus followed Twilight as they made their way over the small bridge, following the path along the neighborhood, past more apartments, quickly approaching the library where Twilight lived.

As Marcus made his way to the library, he couldn't help but notice the bustling crowd that had gathered outside. The sight of so many ponies in one place was overwhelming, and he couldn't help but feel a little nervous as he approached the entrance.

To his surprise, the library was packed to the brim with ponies of all shapes and sizes. They all seemed to be staring at him in awe, as if he were some kind of celebrity. It was a strange feeling. When he made his way through the crowd, he was immediately surrounded by a sea of fans. Pinkie Pie had apparently told everypony who he was, and they were all eager to meet him. The excitement was palpable, and it didn't take long for a party to ensue.

The fillies bombarded him with questions, eager to learn more about him and his adventures. The ponies took turns talking to him, each one eager to share their own stories and experiences. And of course, there was no shortage of food. Cookies, muffins, and cupcakes were offered to him from every direction, each one looking more delicious than the last. Though he wasn’t hungry, he accepted it regardless.

All in all, it was a truly unforgettable experience for Marcus. He had never felt so welcomed and appreciated in his life, and he couldn't help but feel grateful for the warm reception he had received.

Marcus blinked when he felt someone tapping his arm. He glanced down and saw Twilight looking up at him.

“If you have the time sir Marcus, there’s something I want to talk to you about in private.” Twilight said.

Marcus nodded. “Very well, lead the way.”

Marcus followed behind Twilight up the stairs. Reaching the second floor, entering the new room, before closing the door behind them.

Author's Notes:

Star Shimmering: Hope you enjoyed the chapter my shimmerings. At first, this chapter was originally gonna be published this Sunday but I decided there was no harm in releasing it early.

Bit-By-Bit Studio: Said chapter was also supposed to be a bit longer, but due to the both of us being busy with not just our other project and lives we didn’t want to drag the wait for too long. So hopefully part 3 will be the final chapter for the Friendship is Magic arc.

Star Shimmering: Once that’s out of the way we can begin the second arc which we won’t reveal until the next chapter.

Bit-By-Bit Studio: Gotta say though, made the right call not to have Marcus face an Everlasting dragon outside of Ponyville. Not only would that be too early but the damages would be catastrophic.

Star Shimmering: Maybe in the near future. It would be a surprise for Marcus once he faces enemies he never fought before, such as the ones from Dark Souls two and three.

Bit-By-Bit Studio: All the more reason to make each battle with each boss epic! How could a player learn if he can’t be humbled by an enemy stronger then him; Marcus may be a level one-hundred but that doesn’t mean he’s invisible.

Star Shimmering: That is true. But there is room to grow.

Bit-By-Bit Studio: Yeah. Hope you all enjoy today’s chapter.

Star Shimmering: Have a good day my shimmerings!

Chapter 6: Friendship is Everlasting - Part 3

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CHAPTER 6: FRIENDSHIP IS EVERLASTING - Part 3

Shrouded in a purple aura the scarlet crystal hovered gently. Floating inside a glass dome with an empty space around it. It pulsated steadily as light swirled through the air and within its confines, creating soft ripples that created patterns of color within the blackness of the void.

At the center was a large orb, pulsing with the same energy the crystal emitted. A figure stood in front of it, one arm reaching out into the dark mass that held no discernible form. It was difficult to make out any features on the individual's countenance but what looked like a cape of red covering their entire body. They were standing completely still, waiting for something to happen to the sphere.

The mysterious figure reached down and picked up the glowing orb. It turned over in their claws, examining it intently. The orb seemed to glow brighter as they turned it. The light from above shined directly onto the orb, allowing the figure standing behind it to see its contents.

The figure smiled wickedly, a grin gracing across their face. A glint appeared in their eyes as they raised the glowing object up towards them. A deep chuckle echoed throughout the chamber.

“Nightmare Moon…~” The voice trailed off slowly, sounding eerily calm even though it was so loud. The figure watched the orb illuminate faintly, the energy emanating from it giving it a purple hue before turning his gaze over his shoulder at the anthropomorphic alicorn behind them. “Your time is almost ripe…”

A pair of narrowed blue snake eyes opened in the darkness.

The loud muffled laughter and chatter of the party outside of Twilight’s bedroom door drifted into her room as she sat upright on her bed. She could faintly hear the cacophony of ponies cheering, laughing, and even screaming with each other as they danced in her small library outside. Twilight didn’t like it all; libraries are strictly for books and studying, not for parties. She didn’t even deem it necessary for any pony to throw her a welcome party, let alone for them to celebrate the arrival of their new neighbors. It’s already nighttime, and they’re still partying!

But she can’t focus on that right now.

Twilight shifted her gaze back to her guest. The Prestige Knight, named Marcus, sat across on her bed with his arms crossed. He was an intimidating figure—with broad shoulders and was quite tall. Tall enough for her to be considered shorter than he is, if only by just a few inches. But he was also very muscular, which gave him some kind of rugged appeal.

Twilight rubbed her arm while glancing at the floor.

“I’m sorry about the noise, Marcus. I wish we would’ve done this in more quieter circumstances.” Twilight glanced at him again with an apologetic look.

Marcus shrugged, “You need not to apologize, Twilight. Every—er, every-pony is just having fun down there so I don’t mind at all. Besides, I think Spike is having the most fun, heheheh.”

“Yeah, I noticed.” Twilight shook her head lightly.

“But with that out of the fray, let’s get down to business. You said back downstairs that you wish to discuss something with me, so,” Marcus raised his eyebrow with a smirk under his helmet. “Shoot away.”

Twilight smiled a little. “Alright… have you ever heard of the tale called, Mare in the Moon?”

“Hmm, no,” Marcus replied. “Is it some Fairy Tale I should be aware of?”

“Well, not many ponies read about it,” Twilight said, her magic wrapping around the book, lifting it off the floor towards her waiting hands. “I first learned of the tale from this very book, and it contains the contents of all of Equestria’s ancient histories.”

Twilight turns the page once before glancing up at Marcus. Marcus stared back before nodding his head once, giving her his full attention. Twilight clears her throat.

“Once upon a time, in the magical land of Equestria,” Twilight began, her eyes slowly scanning the book’s context. “There were two regal sisters who ruled together and created harmony for all the land. To do this, the eldest used her unicorn powers to raise the sun at dawn; the younger brought out the moon to begin the night. Thus, the two sisters maintained balance for their kingdom and their subjects, all the different types of ponies. But as time went on, the younger sister became resentful.”

“The ponies relished and played in the day her elder sister brought forth, but shunned and slept through her beautiful night. One fateful day, the younger unicorn refused to lower the moon to make way for the dawn. The elder sister tried to reason with her, but the bitterness in the young one's heart had transformed her into a wicked mare of darkness:

Nightmare Moon.”

“She vowed that she would shroud the land in eternal night. Reluctantly, the elder sister harnessed the most powerful magic known to ponydom: the Elements of Harmony. Using the magic of the Elements of Harmony, she defeated her younger sister, and banished her permanently in the moon. The elder sister took on responsibility for both sun and moon and harmony has been maintained in Equestria ever since.”

Twilight folds up the book and sets it aside on her bed, leaning forward in anticipation of the response she was sure Marcus’s reaction would bring. Marcus cupped the chin of his helmet and closed his eyes in thought, pondering over the tale. He brought his arms back in a cross.

“So, this Nightmare Moon used to be a good Pony and a pure princess,” Marcus started with a nod. “Then she became jealous of her elder sister, refused to lower the moon, and became the wicked mare she is today. However, one thing still puzzles me: what does that have to do with me?”

Twilight blinked. “Oh? Well, as you know, everypony thought all of the Prestige Knights were extinct; that is until we met you today. Back in the old age of Equestrian history when a new threat arises from the shadows, it is a Prestige Knight’s duty to wipe out said threat before it may bring harm to all ponies. So when I saw you today I was filled with a sense of hope. I thought maybe…”

“That I would be the one to take Nightmare Moon down.” Marcus finished for her as his brows pulled together. “No wonder you want my help. I’m no ordinary warrior, after all.”

Twilight nodded, a hint of excitement in her voice. “Exactly! Me and the girls saw how you fought off those creatures, so I—”

“Hold on now, Twilight.” Marcus raised his hand, silencing Twilight’s rambling. “Truth told: I am strong. However, there’s something that I don’t think you consider when it comes to a warrior's strength.”

Twilight tilted her head to the side. “And what’s that?”

Marcus’s shoulders fell as he sighed softly.

“How strong is Nightmare Moon?” Marcus asked. “How much power does she wield?”

Twilight folded her arms and tilted her head.

“Well, from what Princess Celestia
has told me… Nightmare Moon is powerful beyond words. She even told me that she had to use all of her magic to not only defeat her but seal her in the moon,” Twilight answered, glancing at the floor with worry in her countenance. “If she were to return, Princess Celestia could defeat her again if she wished, but if was any-pony else—or you for that matter—I don’t know.”

Marcus nodded slowly while completing his mental calculations. In his mind’s eye, he had faced many strong bosses throughout his time playing soul-like games. Said bosses were incredibly tough opponents, and usually had extremely high HP or low defense. But despite the challenging difficulty, he prevailed and won victoriously. But that was all in a video game.

Marcus was no longer in his other world anymore. He was now in a new world that was similar to the realm he’s familiar with from the game but turned into reality. Without a doubt he is the strongest, evident by his high level. But who’s to say this Nightmare Moon is stronger than him?

Marcus gazed at Twilight. If this Nightmare Moon is dangerous as Twilight described, perhaps he couldn’t afford to underestimate her. Nor can he abandon her or every-pony that lives in Ponyville at a time of need. Twilight did request him for his aid in hopefully defeating Nightmare Moon after all; he can’t turn his back on people—or rather, ponies who need him.

“Alright Twilight, I shall lend you my aid. We will wait for this Nightmare Moon to arrive. And when she does arrive, I will do my upmost best to take her down.” Marcus declared with determination.

Twilight smiled brightly at his answer. She then got up from the bed and walked towards Marcus.

“Thank you, Marcus.” Twilight extended her hand for Marcus to take. “Let’s do our best to save every-pony.”

Marcus chuckled and grabbed Twilight’s hand. “Likewise”

Marcus blinked as realization dawned on him.

“By the way, how high of a level is Nightmare Moon?” Marcus asked as he let go of Twilight’s hand and stood up straight in her bed. Twilight’s smile faded as she blinked at him with a blank expression.

“Hmm… last I checked, I believe her level at the time was somewhere around seven-hundred-and-thirty-two-million,” Twilight answered, tapping her chin with her finger while adding. “But that was when she was born and fought against Princess Celestia.”

Marcus’s eyes grew large while his pupils shrunk considerably under his helmet. Twilight told Marcus that Nightmare Moon was strong, but he didn’t expect such a high power level. For her to hold a record like that… how can he stand a chance against her!?

“But it’ll be okay!” Twilight shifted her gaze back to Marcus with a smile. “When Princess Celestia sealed Nightmare Moon in the moon, her power had decreased; so by the time she arrives, her power will be somewhere around maybe two-hundred and eighty-nine. So I’m sure you’ll be okay.”

Marcus blinked under his helmet. After hearing that, he feels somewhat relieved. But at the same time it didn’t wash away the worry and dread gnawing at his insides. It took every fiber in his body not to shudder just thinking about facing Nightmare Moon in battle. Yet he had an obligation to fulfill his duty as a knight—his duty and honor.

“Alright then,” Marcus said with his usual smirk under his helmet. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Marcus turned away towards the bedroom door. Before leaving the bedroom he paused for a moment, glancing back over his shoulder.

“See you tonight, Twilight Sparkle.” Marcus announced before he exited out the door. Twilight waved goodbye just as Marcus closed said door behind him.

Marcus’s smile fell as he descended down the stairs. Clenching his gauntlets while walking down said stairs.

If he had to be honest, he was scared. No, scared was an understatement.

He was terrified of the upcoming battle.

Prestige Knight in Another World

by Star Shimmering

Prologue: January 5th, 2010

Chapter 1: From Above

Chapter 2: The Castle

Chapter 3: From The Shadows

Chapter 4: Friendship is Everlasting - Part 1

Chapter 5: Friendship is Everlasting - Part 2

Chapter 6: Friendship is Everlasting - Part 3