He was walking fast, almost jogging as he carried them through the tunnels of the dungeons. He turned this way and that, somehow knowing where to go. It was almost scary, the way he looked straight ahead as he walked without showing any expression whatsoever. Not even a smile or a frown, or even moving his brow.

"What is he doing?!" Breeze whispered to her friend Sky.

She shook her head. "I don't know," she whispered back.

Suddenly, he shifted them in his arms. He rolled them over so that he could throw them over his shoulders, one pony for each shoulder. This way, he could move easier than before.

Unfortunately, this restricted their movements severely, making it so they could only wiggle about in their respective spots. Even though they couldn't have fought back even if they wanted to, he put his arms around them, like he was carrying two large barrels of cider. This made it even harder to move, but also made it... comfortable... in a weird way.

He moved quickly, soon finding the way out. It was a large wooden door with metal bands running across it and a huge lock under the handle. He snorted at it. He raised his giant, strange-looking hoof, then he kicked the door right off the hinges.

It splintered and shattered under the impact, sending it flying at least ten feet before finally coming to a rest in the courtyard beyond.

It was late afternoon, which they all could easily tell by the sun hanging lazily in the sky above them. What the could also tell was that there were at least three dozen guards now staring at them shock.

He didn't seem to care about the guards moving to surround him; he just kept walking forward with them on his shoulders.

Breeze and Sky didn't know what to do, what to say. How could they explain this anyway? "Oh hey, I just decided to take a ride on the alien's shoulders, don't mind me!"? yeah, that wasn't going to happen.

Even though they were surrounding them, he still just walked. As he neared the edge of the crowd of day guards, they nervously parted, not knowing what to do in this kind of situation. They had orders to protect the castle, but they knew that this creature was supposed to stay alive until the execution. Should they stop it? They didn't know, so they only formed a huge ring around it, following it as it made its way towards the castle doors.

It was eerily quiet for how many ponies were around them, the only noises being that of soft hoofsteps against the ground and the clanking of the day guards' armor. Breeze and Sky didn't dare speak, for fear of starting a riot in the castle grounds. A riot that they would be at the center of.

He made it to the steps of the castle, climbing them as the guards at the door galloped inside. He pushed past the doors, ignoring the guards in the main entrance and simply walking past them into the corridors leading to the the room.

They had no idea what he was planning, but it wasn't good.

***

As Celestia sat upon the throne, addressing her subjects' issues and concerns, she heard the sound of hooves approaching. She looked up to the door leading off into the corridor to the entrance hall. She saw two panicked guards rush through the doors, galloping at full speed towards her.

They reached the base of the throne, panting and wheezing for breath that would not come.

"What is wrong?" Celestia asked, worry setting in.

One of the guards looked up at her, terror clear in his eyes. "I- it... it's... again... coming..." he could barely speak, but his princess had understood him.

Celestia's eyes narrowed slightly in concern and anger. She tried to ignite her horn to send a message to her sister, but in her crippled state, could not focus the energy correctly. She sighed and looked at the doorway. "Get my sister," she said grimly as the creature walked into the throne room, carrying the two guards that were in charge of him on his shoulders.

***

Breeze and Sky saw the two guards from the door race out of the room as they entered. They didn't know why, but it couldn't be good. They knew that much.

He tightened his grip on them, either in fear, anger, or for some other reason that they didn't know. He walked straight to the center of the room, and he stopped. Right there, in front of at least a hundred guards- including the ones that had followed them- civilians, emissaries from other countries, members of the court, and others among them. He stopped, and just looked at Celestia, staring her right in the eye for what seemed like years.

After that time, he lowered himself to the ground and dropped the two of them on the ground.

They scrambled from his grip, standing up in front of him, not knowing what to do.

He reached down for them and took their swords from their belts, one in each hand. Standing straight, he turned and looked back to Celestia, anger and... what looked slightly like fear on his face.

Celestia looked back at him, praying to her parents' spirits that he wasn't about to do what she thought he was.

He uttered a single word at her, then threw the sword through the air, fully expecting her to grab it.

She tried to focus her magic, but failed. The sword was almost at her now, but she didn't have the magical strength to even stop it from its path towards her. But, thankfully, she didn't have to.

The sword stopped, only a foot in front of her, gripped by a deep blue aura.

Luna stepped forward, taking the place of her sister on the field of battle. "You challenge us to battle?" she asked the creature.

He only stared at her in a determined way.

"Very well then," she whispered.

"No, you don't have to Luna," Celestia said to her sister.

"It's time to end this, sister," Luna said coldly, not looking away from the creature before her.

He and Luna both stepped forward, into the ring that the ponies around them had formed with their bodies. They started circling each other slowly, sizing up their respective opponent.

He said something in his guttural language, almost yelling at her.

Luna blinked. She couldn't understand him, but she could almost feel his words.

He started screaming at her, spit flying from his mouth at each syllable. He waved his sword around in the air wildly.

Luna saw her opportunity for attack, and she took it. She surged forward, propelling herself with her wings, sword leveled at his chest.

He spun away at the last second, spinning around to slam the pommel of his sword into the side of her head as she pasted.

Luna stumbled and fell to the floor, her own momentum working against her. He had hit her? How? She was a master with the blade. But this... creature, had struck her. With ease.

He started screaming again, this time shaking his sword at her. He was loud enough even to make those who used the Royal Canterlot Voice seem quiet.

Luna charged forward again, this time with her sword held defensively. She stopped only inches away from him, ready for an attack. But it never came. She looked at him uncertainly, not sure what he was planning.

He just stood there, glaring at her with a looked that could match "The Stare", as some ponies called it.

Luna took an offensive stance, and she struck, trying to catch him off guard. She fainted left, but then as he moved to block it, she jabbed right.

He somehow managed to save himself by bending backwards nearly in half. But this was a huge mistake.

Luna almost smirked as she kicked his strange hooves out from under him. She went to gut him on the ground, but he was too fast.

He rolled away from the blade, getting back up as he got out of immediate reach of her. He yelled once more at her, before making his first attack.

Luna could block it easily from how clumsy it was. She moved her sword to stop his blade. It hit with the force of a raging stampede of cattle, almost knocking Luna over. She gasped from the force of the attack. If that had hit her, it would have easily cleaved her in two.

He raised his sword again, raining down blows upon the alicorn's sword. Every time he hit her sword, it came harder and more brutal. If this was a battle of clubs, or maces, it would have been over in an instant.

Luna needed to move. Every time he hit her sword, he forced her back. She raised her sword higher, ready for the attack. As it stopped higher than normal, she jumped out of his reach. She was panting hard. She might not be able to take this creature on, blow for blow. She needed to beat him in another way.

He jumped forward faster than anypony thought possible of him, striking out at Luna.

She jumped out of the way and swung the pommel of her sword to his chin to strike him. It connected violently, knocking him to the ground.

He fell to the marble floor hard, almost sliding away from her. He climbed back up, but not fast enough.

Luna struck out with her blade, making a large cut in his mid section.

He grunted with pain and stumbled, but caught himself and lashed out at Luna with a fury that scared her.

Luna parried blow after blow from the creature, but could do nothing else. He was coming at her too quickly and to brutally for her to do anything other than deflect the attacks. And she only just managed to do that.

He rained down blow upon blow on her, forcing her back. He was bloodied and in pain, but he still fought her with surprising strength. Any pony would have given up when they had seen their torso sliced open.

Luna tried to form some kind of plan, but came up with a blank. Her only thoughts were to stop that vicious blade from cutting into her flesh. From cleaving her to pieces.

There was the sound of hooves from their side.

He turned to see a guard galloping to the aid of his princess. He swung his sword at the perfect moment. The guard didn't know that he could reach that far, and he paid for his lack of knowledge with his life.

The sword swung at him. He blinked in confusion. The sword wasn't supposed t- His head left his body, even as his lifeless torso continued charging forward from the guard's momentum, spraying blood from where the head was supposed to be all over the room.

The creature got coated in the blood as the headless corpse moved past him, falling over just a few feet from the two of them. He turned back to Luna, staring her in the eye.

Luna couldn't think. The sight of this creature, covered in blood, staring her straight in the eye with the intent to kill was just too much for her. She could barely hold her sword right as he attacked.

He raised his sword high, up above his head.

Luna didn't move.

He brought the sword down, straight for her head.

Luna couldn't move.

The sword connected with hers, shattering it with a force that threw Luna back against the wall of the throne room.

Luna hit the wall with a bone crunching, meaty, smack. She had lost not only some bones, but she had lost the battle. The rules of such a thing as this were written long go, before the ages of peace. But she still knew them. She had helped write them, after all. And the rules said that if you lost the fight, your life was forfeit.

He approached her slowly, the sword still in his upper hoof.

Luna tried to get up, but the bones that had broken wouldn't let her.

He got closer.

Luna squirmed against the wall, trying to make herself shrink down smaller, so that he wouldn't see her anymore.

He was almost upon her, glaring down at her with a hate and anger that reminded her briefly of herself when she had turned to the darker forces and had become Nightmare Moon.

Luna broke into tears, sobbing loudly as she tried to make herself smaller against the wall. "P- please, no!" she wailed. "W- we d- do- don't wan- want to d- d- die! Pl- please, show u- us m- mercy! Please!" She was nearly incoherent with fear.

He stood over her, his face a blank, but his eyes burning with such emotions that made her flinch away from him even further.

"P- please..." she whispered.

He raised his sword high, holding above his head as he stared down at her.

"N- no... please," she whimpered again.

He struck down with his sword.

"NO!!!" both Luna, and her sister Celestia screamed as one.

Author's Note

ERMAHGERD!!! He's gonna kill Woona! Noooooooooo! Don't do it Wayne; don't kill her!