The Warrior Inside, and Out

I felt the ground once more as I regained consciousness. My wing was broken, and my head was pounding. I tilted my body slightly, and my back was aching in pain. For the moment, I knew I was going anywhere. It this gave me time to think.

My brother is most likely dead like Tolos, and I maybe the only pony left alive. Maybe there were ponies in hiding, or some were going to be used as slaves? I hadn't the slightest clue. What I did know however that I was covered in a small layer of ash. I opened my eyes, and was met with darkness. I was in a small circle of light that came from the moon, and shone through the whole.

I could feel my head pounding, and my heart was doing the same. Droplets of water hit the cave floor, which gave me a sound to help my head.

"Drip...drop...drip...drop." I counted to droplets hitting the ground. "The river flows, drip...drop...drip...drop, were it flows, no pony knows."

I my back started to feel like it could move again, so I slowly shifted, and stood up. I was still regaining my strength, so it took a bit out of nothing. However I managed to get up. I looked around for my sword, remembering it had fallen with me. Then I saw a beam of light shoot to a wall. I followed the light with my eyes, and saw it a few feet away. I moved a little bit, and felt pain shoot up my left hoof.

"Agh! Fuck, my leg!" I shouted, then covered my mouth. I saw a dragon look down the whole. Thankfully I was able to hide behind a rock. After a moment it flew off, and I gave a sigh of relief. I was blessed by the gods, of fortune to help me survive this attack, and the long fall.

Instead of walking to my sword, I sort of limped to it. I looked at it and saw that it had a large crack in the center of it. It looked though it could be used once more on a dragon. It was enchanted after all. When he got it, he found out it had already killed two dragons, and the unicorn that gave it to me, saying, "It brakes after three dragons are slain. It's previous owner killed two dragons.". That day I found out it would never brake until it kills one more dragon. I blinked, and the crack dissappered. "Yeah, thought so. I think I'll call you One Shot. You know because you got one shot left?" Right then I found out I was talking to a sword. I slapped myself in the face, and limped back behind the rock.

I felt like I hit a brick wall, and the bad part about it was I actually did. When I was hit with the tail of that dragon I flew into a house made of stone, and hit their wood floor. Such an impact surprised me, because I only broke my wings. They sat to my sides, hanging there like half broken branches on a tree. They stung a bit when ever I would move, but I could deal with pain greater then a couple of broken wings.

I was actually starting to get tired. I couldn't sleep while dragons destroyed the city. Although if I would sleep, I could maybe move a bit more. My body could rest from the injuries over night, and I could  cover more ground tommorow. I could even remember a training mission in these caves. We had to find a door that led to the castle in four hours, then some unicorns would teleport us out if we didn't make it. I knew, because I was teleported. I completely dumped the mission, and hid away after an hour of looking.

Now the more I thought about it, I really shouldn't have skipped it. Right now would of been the right time to know how to get out this maze like cave.

After a moment I heard some ponies screaming nearby. But they were out of the cave. More ponies must of been eaten by those beasts. They weren't the wise dragons, they were the dragons from the north. They were barbaric in nature and attacked anything they could find. Although one thing struck to my attention. They had armor on, and the north dragon's never wore armor. That I knew, because yes, even guards need to be educated.

So how come were they wearing armor? Were the northern dragons framing,(and might I say poorly) the southern dragons, or were they teaming up. That would be unlikely, because they hated each other more then a fairies hated elves. Maybe something is going on, why would they just team up to attack a weak kingdom? We had just finished rebuilding the castle from the last attack twenty years ago. The attackers were some rabid changelings.

I looked behind the rock I sat behind after I heard a noise come from deeper in the cave. Not to lie, but I was actually scared right now. My brother is dead, and my friend was eaten alive by a dragon. So I was pretty shaken up right now.

I got up, and moved around the light so that I wouldn't be seen. Although now I really couldn't see. I had to find a safer please to rest, then near a hole in the ground. It was a dumb idea, plus I wanted to stay alive. Staying alive was one of the things that was on my to-do list.

I started to limp down the dark cave, unsure on exactly where I was going. During the day, the cave was lit, but at night it was a scary place. The crystals were only in view if you got close to one of them, and they were razor sharp. To be honest I was lost in these caves. They twisted, and turned around so you would never really know your way though the caves unless you knew your way around.

I stopped after a few minuets, and knew I couldn't do anymore limping, for the night anyways. I drew my sword, and marked an 'X' on a crystal, then found my way behind one. I took off my gear, and set my sword down on the ground. I then settled my body on the ground, resting my head on the sheathed sword.

"Night ma, pa, watch after Blazer for me." I said, feeling a tear run down my face. "Make sure he is taken care of. Oh, and he doesn't like broccoli." I rubbed my eyes, and went to sleep.