Princess Celestia (Edited)

  Michael looked around. All he could see was darkness. It made sense, darkness was his power. Seeing his fate, he closed his eyes and embraced death. Death was all he could hope for himself, as life was his hope for others.

  He woke up in a hospital bed. This didn't make sense, as his black hole attack should have atomized his body. After punching himself in the face, he realized this was no lie. It scared him immensely.

"Nurse!"

  Michael looked up, and saw a woman with long, beautiful hair, flowing in a breeze. It perplexed him, as there was no wind present, let alone strong enough to carry hair of that length, for that amount of time. Magic must be at work.

"I'm not going to hurt you"

  Hearing that voice, Michael felt soothed. It still didn't erase the fact that her hair was all over the place. Staring at it made him feel weird, so he looked at her face. She had a motherly smile, and it made him feel strange. "Are you god?" he asked. It seemed like a good question. He was supposed to be dead, and now he's staring at a white gowned woman with a golden tiara on her head. If those wings were anything to go by, she was either god, or his whatever.

  "No, why would you think me god?" She laughed. Her reaction was that of somebody who wasn't god, being called god. With that out of the way, he asked the second obvious question.

"Where am I?"

"In Canterlot General Hospital."

"How did I get here?"

"On a stretcher."

"What kind of condition was I in?"

"Not good, the doctor said you were exhibiting unusual magic energy from your lower back."

"What country is this?"

"Equestria."

".........."

"...'

"...What?..."

"I said-"

  "I know what you said..." This was really strange. Equestria is a name belonging to no country on the planet Earth . The only explanation was, he was truly dead, and in a fucked up reality involving magic that apparently causes less strain on the user, exhibited by the lack of stress on Ms. Golden Crown here. If that were true, he succeeded in bringing the Dark Castle down. The question remains... where is he, and if he's here...

Where are his enemies...

  There is no way they would possibly die, if he lived. Draven was known for living through everything that was thrown at him. A black hole attack that could decimate over a mile would do the job, but Michael survived it. Maybe it was the legendary user no lashback fee?

No chance risking anything....

"Where are you from" The woman said.

"New York"

"Where is that"

"New York state"

"Where is that"

  "The United States of America" He paused, deciding it was time to spill the beans. His suspicions about where he might be were clarified by her not even knowing about the best known country in the world.. "I take it you don't know what that is?" She shook her head. "Well, if i am going to tell you everything about myself, can I at least have a name?"

"Celestia."

  "Much better, I'm Michael." he said, extending an arm. The woman, Celestia 'Odd name...' shook it. "Well," he began "Lets start from the beginning. I'm terrible at long stories, so here's the gist in a nutshell." He didn't wait for acknowledgement. "New York City is a very large city. It's well built, so its a community. If you know the place, even a little, you can find your way around. Basically, its a large community where everyone is in your business."

"Seems... nice?"

"Oh, it is."

"There is... just one more thing..."

"What?"

  Celestia paused and looked at him. "With as long as I have lived, I have learned to keep my eyes open. I just want to know if your presence here is anything other than it seems to be. If you are a threat to me or my people, there will be words." She paused, and let the words hang in the air for a while. She took on a serious face and just stared for a while. Michael, not caring, just stared back.

"And what reason would I possibly have to incite any violence. Until a few minutes ago, I didn't even know this country even existed." He stared back. "I have no intention to bring harm..." Upon those words, Celestia smiled. Extending her hand once more, she introduced herself again. "Princess Celestia, at your service, then" She smiled.

"Princess?"

"Yes?"

  "Well, that explains the crown then." His attention was once again driven to the large golden tiara upon her head. It looked... in place on her body. Maybe it was the dress... or the way she presents herself. Something screamed worthy person. There is also a powerful force emanating from her body. A lot of it... "What is your main concern about my presence?"

Something about her...

"Oh, nothing." she said with a smile.

That tears it...

  She is the kind of person who would withhold information. Somebody like that is unreliable and dangerous, and somebody dangerous is a potential ally. Dark has handled betrayal many a time, and is not afraid of it. Betrayal is always an option in a relationship. All you must be is prepared. 'Now to see how far this will go...'

"Um... Princess?"

She looked at him with a little smile. "Yes?" she asked back. She seemed so pleasant... Luckily Michael could see through that.

  "Um... I was wondering if you could recommend me a place to stay?" He looked down. "I kinda need a place to stay when the doctor lets me leave," he laughed a little, "I cant just stay here..." The princess looked puzzled. Surely she actually knew something about the housing establishments, especially if she were in said town. It would make more sense if this was her capitol city, but still. The question remained...

Why exactly had she even decided to check up on him?

  Surely she had more important things to do than check up on people who appear in a hospital. Maybe she suspected a crime, and it would be easier to send a beautiful and trustworthy person to get the information, rather than an intimidating and burly stranger who's job is to kill people. Another possibility would be people talking about how he appeared where he did. Those people would have to be personally interrogated by Michael, himself.

  "... Well..." a voice broke his thoughts. "Considering your predicament, I would assume you have no bits?" '...Bits?"

"What the balls is a bit?"

"Money." She said. To provide an example 'She's likely also a teacher of sorts...' she took out a small golden disc. It was more of a coin, likely it's origins came from early Rome, or it's equivalent in this world. On one side was a comedically simple drawing of the sun, and the other side was a similar drawing of a crescent moon. "I assume you haven't seen one of these before?" Michael shook his head. "Well.... You could always stay with me in the castle..." he offered. 'Interesting...' he smirked.