Fractured

An hour had passed since the last beating. His head still felt fuzzy, like someone was playing in it. He did recall a few things though. One, he was trapped; Two he had information someone else wanted and three, for some reason he couldn’t remember his own name. A couple images made it to the front of his mind. The moon, the sun dawning in the early morning, a vast expanse of stars, brilliant green and blue flashes through the starry void. Then it all came rushing back and he threw his psychic walls up in a flash. The guards must have been trying a new tactic to weed the location of Luna from him. He had to try to get a letter out. But first….  With intense concentration his manacles dropped to the floor. He scrambled to his feet and took stock of his cell. It was a bare room with a wooden table and a windowless door. He crept near the door and put his head near the wall. He could faintly hear armor shifting to the left side of the door. He went to the table and broke a leg off. Hopefully this will attract attention, Night thought. The door clicked open and a dark form was shoved into the room. He lit his horn, prepared to fight his way out when he recognized the blue body in front of him.

“Trixie?”

He walked over to find her badly beaten and her back hoof, horribly mangled.

“What the hell did they do to you?” he whispered

Her pulse was strong but she was bleeding heavily and wouldn’t last much longer if he didn’t heal her. He first concentrated on her small wounds to steady her body, and then he began to work on her leg. With effort the bleeding slowed to a trickle. So far so good, he thought. Then the leg flung out of shape and began to bleed again. If he concentrated harder the leg worsened. Laughter sounded through the cell and a voice spoke out of the air.

“That’s not going to work little man.”

Little man? Impossible, she couldn’t possibly know about,

“Oh I know all sorts of the things in your head. For some reason you seem to guard your precious wife’s location more than your fractured past. Why is that? What are you trying to hide from me? Tell me and I will allow you to heal your friend.”

“If you already know my secrets then you know I have other ways of helping her.”

He tore two legs from the table and began to splint Trixies leg. All the while he felt a growing pressure inside his head. It willed him to give in, to further mangle Trixies leg. Then Trixie groaned and her eyes fluttered open. The pressure lifted from his head and Trixies eye color changed. She stood on all four legs despite the pain she had to be feeling.

“You witch” Night whispered.

“If you value your friend’s life, give me the information I require, or you will fight till one of you dies.”

An idea clicked in his head and he reached into Trixie’s mind. He began a contest of wills with the Queen. Suddenly his surrounding changed. He stood on two feet in the center of a desert. He was wearing his traditional battle armor and robes. His saber hung clipped to his belt. A dark form stepped into the front of his vision. It called out to him,

“This is what you wanted, is it not hero? A chance to kill me?”

The figure stepped into the light and he was stunned by what he saw. Tyrannus was now a tall human. Her hair was dark but her eyes were bright like the stars. In her hands she held a pair of light sabers that were both black, black. What that could possibly mean was beyond him. All he knew was that he had to win. He unclipped his saber and ignited its brilliant blue blades.

Night snarled and sprang towards Tyrannus. She laughed and ignited her own lightsabers. They met with the sound of sabers grinding against each other. Night grit his teeth and pushed forward. He drove a knee into her chin and landed another hit against her torso. He took a chance and swept both of his lightsabers at her legs.

A foot cracked into his face, breaking his nose and sending him spiraling backwards. Night landed with a thud and jumped to his feet. Tyrannus was on top of him in a second. Night fiercely parried her lightsaber strikes and responded with his own. He scored two more nicks on her face. She plunged her lightsaber through his shoulder and landed another kick to his face.

Night caught both of her lightsabers and punched her clean in the face. She staggered back and grinned.

“I do love a fighter.”

She sprang forward. Slipping one lightsaber onto his belt Night lashed out with a punch towards her face.  She ducked under the attack and struck at his exposed ribs. Night sucked in his stomach to avoid getting impaled and called his other lightsaber back to his hand. Blades flashing, he swung them towards Tyrannus’s head. She brought her own sabers up and blocked the attack. The sabers locked together, bringing the two face to face. Night growled and head-butted her. She stumbled backwards, holding her broken nose and Night pushed forward.  He battered her lightsabers out of line and snapped a kick to her face.

The foot connected and sent her sprawling backwards. Night kicked her again and put another fist into her stomach. He drove a lightsaber through her thigh and took another swing at her face. The punch hit hard and put her on the ground.

“Not so funny is it?”

Night cocked back his foot and planted it in her ribs.

“Do you enjoy losing at your own game? I certainly hope so, because it ends now.”

Night plunged both lightsabers towards her chest, only to have her disappear into thin air. Night instantly fell back on guard. He spun around when he heard her laugh. Night paled. Tyrannus laughed at him even louder.

“What? You can’t heal all of your wounds? Too bad, that means our game will be much shorter.”

Night bellowed a war cry and leapt forward.