A Fugitive In Equestria

"NO!!!" Luna and Celestia both screamed.

He brought the sword down hard. It smashed into the marble floor in front of Luna, only a fraction of an inch away from her nose.

As Luna stared at the blade with wide eyes, it swayed slightly side-to-side. She looked up to the creature standing above her. He seemed to be swaying as well. Then, she realized it was her that was swaying, not the sword, or the creature.

He turned away from her, walking towards Celestia.

Celestia was too stunned for words, instead simply watching him as he approached her. She saw the trail of blood he left behind him, and wondered for a moment if he should be moving.

He shouted at her, making sure she was paying attention.

She locked eyes with him. She saw hate and anger, of course. But she saw an enormous amount of suppressed pain as well.

He pointed behind him, directly at the two guards that he was carrying on his shoulders only a few minutes ago. He jabbed his finger at them slightly for emphasis. Then he growled out a single word. It wasn't in his language. It was butchered, and the pronunciation was horrible, but Celestia understood it. The entirety of the room understood it.

He opened his mouth, blood flowing out slightly, and spoke. "Mine." He then clutched at his stomach in pain and groaned loudly. He lurched forward, a flood of blood and bile escaping his mouth all at once. He groaned once more, then fell backwards onto the floor and passed out instantly.

There was a heavy silence that fell over the room, broken only by the two guards rushing over to him.

Celestia couldn't even begin to fathom what had just happened. But, it seems that the two now huddled over the creature passed out on the floor, only cared that he was alive.

Celestia descended from her throne and strode towards the two young mares that were fussing over the fallen creature.

They both looked up at her with tears streaming from their eyes.

"Please, help him!" the guard with the white coat- who Celestia knew to be called Gentle Breeze- yelled at her.

Celestia only nodded, and instantly guards surged forward, taking him in their hooves and rushing him to the hospital wing.

The two guards followed behind them, not letting the creature out of their sight.

Celestia turned to see her sister, Luna, laying broken against the wall, sobbing loudly. She made her way over to her quickly.

Luna was a mess. She had a dirty coat. Her face, chest and front hooves were stained with tears. And to top it all off, her mane and tail were a tangled mess, no longer flowing majestically, but hanging limp and listless at her sides.

Celestia reached her sister, wrapping a wing around her comfortingly. "Shh... It's over now Lulu, don't cry anymore," Celestia said softly into her sister's ear.

Luna wrapped her hooves around her sister tightly, hugging her and burying her face in her chest. She hadn't cried in over a thousand years, so the tears she shed came like a river, flowing out onto Celestia's white coat.

Celestia held her sister like that for a long while, letting her cry herself dry.

During all of this, no one had noticed the three tall, slender forms watching this from the back of the room, their eyes never blinking even once.

***

Breeze and Sky sat in the slightly uncomfortable chairs that the doctors had provided them with, staring at the unmoving form laying on the bed before them. He had internal bleeding, and two cracked ribs, as well as a very mild concussion. But after the doctors had sewn up the wounds and set the bones to heal correctly, they said that he would live.

Breeze held his oddly shaped hoof in hers, stroking it gently. Tears slowly ran down her face, leaving faint trails in her white coat as they fell. "Please don't die, please don't die, please don't die" was the mantra she kept repeating in her mind.

Sky only sat there next to him, a worried expression plastered on her face.

His chest rose and fell so slowly that they only just barely saw it move at all. He had lost a lot of blood. Too much. More blood than a pony could even have in their body anyway. But he was strong, that much was clear.

"Please don't die," Breeze said so softly that only Sky would have been able to hear her, had they not been the only ones in the room.

"Hey, don't worry, Breezy. He'll be fine," she assured her friend.

"How do you know that?" she asked Sky angrily.

Sky looked away from her friend, her ears pinning back against her head. "Well... I don't," she said quietly. "But I do know that he's strong enough to take on princess Luna and win," she said, looking back to her friend. "So anypony tough enough to do that is plenty tough enough to survive a little cut like this," she said, waving her hoof over his unconscious body.

Breeze just looked at his face, pale from loss of so much of his blood.

Sky wanted to assure her friend further, but she felt like words weren't welcome in the silence of the room anymore.

They sat there like that for hours, but it felt like centuries to them. Breeze still stroking his hoof. Sky still looking at him with a look of worry.

"Mine," Breeze said, breaking the silence.

"What?" Sky asked her.

"Back in the throne room... he said that."

Sky looked at his body, thinking. "Yeah, he did."

There was another short silence.

"I... I wouldn't mind being his..." Breeze said, almost to herself.

"What?!" Sky almost yelled. "He's not even our species! Plus, he's a criminal; a killer!" But her words were only halfhearted. She knew that she liked him too. Maybe more than a little bit.

Breeze leaned forward, hovering over him. She stared into his color-drained face with wide eyes, still red from the tears she had shed. She pulled her chair closer to the bed, so she could move closer to him.

"What are you doing Breezy?" Sky asked.

Breeze didn't answer her. She moved her face right over his, breathing softly on him.

"Breezy, w-"

Breeze pushed her lips to his, kissing him deeply. It lasted only a few seconds, but it felt like eternity. Breeze finally pulled back, smiling slightly. "In case you don't wake up," she said to him. "But if- when you do, there's a lot more where that came from." She laid her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. It was strong and steady, like a large drum. Her head was slowly rising and falling with his breathing, gently rocking her to sleep as she closed her eyes and took in a breath of his scent. She knew what the other smells mixing together were now. He needed the scent of blood upon him to smell like himself. Even though she knew it was wrong, she couldn't help but smile at this thought as she drifted off to sleep, resting her head on his chest.