The Legacy of the Nameless

***This chapter has been rewritten

The queen landed upon the stone balcony, her tall form casting a large shadow in the fading sunlight. She lifted her head high, letting out a bellowing roar that echoed throughout the small kingdom. The farucans began to gather around the castle, as the queen prepared her royal voice, having not required its sound for so long. She looked over the citizens, a dark grin on her face. "OUR DEAR SUBJECTS!" Her words boomed, her royal voice shining through. "We have been threatened by our neighboring kingdom! By the Solar Diarch herself! We shall not stand for such threats! We shall rage war on the ponies! Striking the pony kingdom when the sun sets! Nopony shall be spared! They stand little chance against us!  We shall have the advantage! All citizens shall take part! The young one will stay behind, being watched over by the gentle SilverShade, as thou promised to do so! Prepare yourselves! FOR WE SHALL STRIKE AT SUNDOWN!" The queen proclaimed. She listened to the cheers of fighters, and among them the sounds of fearful parents saying their good-byes.

The queen folded her wings against herself, closing her rage-filled eyes. She opened them slowly, turning to look at her trusted guards, four proud farucan warriors. Her most powerful one, the albino pegasus, was standing before her prepared, awaiting for command.

"What is it we shall do for thou, your Majesty?" The pegasus looked up at her with a questioning tone.

"We require thou to head towards the castle of the ponies when the sun is beginning to set, the other three shall follow thou behind soon after. Thou must slay the tyrant's guards, and if the others do not arrive once that task is completed, then thou must strike down the tyrant. End her life," The golden farucan ordered, a dark grin on her face but a small bit of sorrow in her voice. The three smaller guards sounded worried, the idea of taking on the princess alone was absurd. They didn't stand a chance, but the albino guard bowed, honored with the task of spilling the Solar Tyrant's blood.

The sun was beginning to set, and the snow white guard took off, head off towards the castle to complete what he felt was a simple task. Nameless stood upon the balcony once again, looking over the powerful army before her. A silver-colored farucan stallion walked up beside her, awaiting for his command. His eyes were a golden color, and his mane was a bright white. His tail feathers matched his mane, though his hind claws were a solid dark gray in color. His back spikes had a similar color as well, matching the softened claws on his front legs. He was of the earth variety, lacking both the powerful wings and a tall spiraling horn, but he never needed them anyways.

"SilverShade," The queen began to speak, looking down at the silver farucan. He looked up at his queen, just a small bit worried. "Thou must watch over the little ones, as they cannot partake in this war. Nopony will be able to pass our forces, so thou will not have to fight. We trust that thou can complete such a simple task?"

"Yes my Queen," The farucan bowed down. He had always enjoyed playing with the young fillies and colts, having built a daycare to watch over them. He knew almost every foal by heart but the few little ones that never leave their homes. He was glad to have this task, as he always hated violence and aggression. He wished no harm would fall upon the defenseless young, and he would make sure it remained that way.

"Good. Now then, let us depart with no more delay!" The queen opened her wings wide, taking to the skies. She flew down towards the army, preparing to lead the attack. Several farucans wore thick armor, some even wielding powerful weapons. Not every farucan wished to use their claws, only requiting them as a final resort. Nameless landed in the soft ground before them, heading down a path into the forest that always surrounded the land. There were howls of Timberwolves as a small pack came upon the forces, though they didn't dare to attack. A few of the armorless farucans clambered onto the wooden golems' backs, using them as some sort of mount. Above them, thick twisted branched of the towering trees shielded the armored animals from any aerial view. The queen was silent, listening for the voices of ponies. She stopped in her track, a thought forming in her mind as she turned towards the large army. They slowed into a halt, not understanding their queen's sudden stop. there was a strange feeling as a vibrant blue glow surrounded the entire army. There was a sudden flash, and the queen turned away as she walked along the path. Several farucans stumbled around a bit, confused of the sudden event, and then realized that the queen was continuing the journey. They managed to get back to their feet, following silently behind her.

The army came to a stop, their forces spreading out to cover a bit of distance, blocking off their half of the forest. The opposing army was lined up as well, leaving nothing more than a long strip a few meters long between them. Both armies were prepared for this battle, and the queen simply smirked when she saw the worried looks from some of the ponies, laughing quietly about the fear they showed.

The queen opened her wings wide, lifting one clawed hoof into the air. She stood tall and proud, taking in a deep breath of the fresh leaves of the forest, knowing that the air would soon be filled with the scent of fresh blood. She listened to the peaceful sounds of bird calls, preparing for the screams of dying ponies. "Victory... shall be OURS! ATTACK!" Upon her command, the two large armies collided. Just as expected, there were shouts and screams of pain. A farucan drove its claws into a pony's throat, warm blood beginning to gush out of the puncture wounds. There was a clashing of metal against metal as blades collided, and soon there was the sound of confusion.

A red and gold farucan fell over, a thick silver sword driven right through his back. The sword clattered to the ground, and the farucan clambered onto his feet. The wound on his back sealed close, and he looked unharmed. His color began to drip away as though a bucket of water was washing away wet paint. The soldier stood there, absolutely stunned, not a single bit of color left. You could see everything behind him, as he appeared translucent, and extremely ghost-like. A pony charged at the farucan, but he ran right the faded soldier. The farucan smirked, lashing out his claws at the now stunned pegasus. His claws passed right through it, leaving behind no mark. The farucan stumbled backwards, realizing that he had lost. He wasn't dead, but her was exactly alive anymore either. He was nothing more than a ghost, and so he quietly walked off into the forest of his home.

Nameless was avoiding the actually battle, standing far out behind the battleground. Anypony that tried to pass by them and attack the kingdom directly, the queen would have it slain within a few moments. There was blood staining her claws, her fangs dripping with the metallic-tasting liquid that allowed them to survive. Blood was dripping from a wound on her hind leg, a pony having tried to knock her over with a spear. She was standing quite proudly, her eyes scanning the surrounding area. She wasn't worried about failing, the ponies didn't stand a chance against them. There was a rattling of leaves right above her. Nameless looked up, trying to locate the being within the tree's branches. Her ears perked up, as she tried to listen. There was a disturbing silence, the unusual absence of the sounds of war. She took a few steps back, fear beginning to surge through her body. How could this be? So soon? She turned her head, looking out at the army surrounding her. Her heart began racing, her eyes showing true fear. She looked around, trying to spot her own soldiers. How did they lose? How could they have lost to these... ponies?

There was a low growl, and the queen looked up at the tree once again. Whatever was perched there pounced on her, knocking the queen to the ground. She felt sharp claws grip around her throat, an all too familiar red liquid dripping along the golden fur. Another set clamped her wings against her side, preventing her from shaking the attacker. She let out a hiss, lashing her claws out at the beast.

"Nameless, stand down now," A calming voice echoed through the air, a dark figure casting her shadow in the moonlight as she flew down. There was no mistaking the starry mane that flowed through the air as though it didn't belong in this world. The sky-like mane that a certain young foal always loved to watch as she rested upon her bed. The queen stopped her struggling as she looked up at her mother of several centuries.

"Mother.... help us... please...." the queen whispered, small tears beginning to form under her eyes. It couldn't end now, Luna wouldn't allow it, would she? The monarch felt the claws around her throat tighten, and a small burning sensation on her left foreleg as droplets of some sort of liquid landed on her leg. She winced at the sudden pain, pulling her legs closer to herself.

"We our sorry Nameless... but thou has left us no choice. The others are gone, there are no survivors of this battle, but thou and her attack," Luna sighed, sorrow filling her heart. The queen looked up to see her attacker, noticing the familiar deep red eyes and snow white fur that marked him as different. She hissed at the thought, a new hatred building up within her.

"How dare thee betray us so?!" The queen snarled, looking up at her long-time guard with rage. She had given him immortality long ago, so that age would never bring him harm, but now he was repaying her by ending her own life? The queen growled deeply, her horn beginning to glow faintly. "Thou shall be cursed... Thou's precious wings shall fall apart little by little as time passes by. Every year that thou live with his betrayal, a feather shall fall and never grow back, until his wings are nothing but featherless husks of what they used to be!" The queen snapped, a similar glow surrounding Razor Blade's wings.

"We are sorry, we never wished to have to do this, but thou has left us with little choice..." the princess looked over at the white guard, giving the simple command. The guard clenched his fist, driving the claws deeper into the golden farucan's throat. Blood began to gush out, adding to the already existent stain. There was a gurgling coming from her throat, as she was unable to speak as her long life slipped away. Luna bowed her head down in sorrow, small tears dripping down her face. She turned away, no longer wanting to look. The white guard was silent as he followed behind.

"This... isn't over Mother!" There was a sharp hiss, the dead queen's wounds beginning to heal. She rolled onto her feet, standing up tall, a look of betrayal as she watched her mother walk away. The princess stopped in her tracks, both her and the guard turning to look with utter shock. The queen smirked as her color washed away, as though a thick coat of mud was being scrubbed off. There was a rainbow pool around her feet, but it was absorbed into the ground and lost forever. The queen stood before them, not a single hint of color left but a clear gray husk. She narrowed her gaze, turning away in rage. Luna stepped back, as she could see right through this spirit. Tears filled her eyes as she watched the ghostly remnants of her dear daughter vanish into a furious gray mist, one that faded upon reaching the tree line of the dark forest.

"We shall wait for thou's return... every moment of our immortal life," the princess whispered, taking to the skies above. Razor Blade stood, his wings spread wide. A single white feather floated to the ground, and her let out a small sigh as he took to the skies. The only known survivor of this awful battle, and he would carry the memories of this terrible war with him to his grave, no matter how long he would have to wait.