YhaY: Judgment Day

Location: - Mongolian Fields

A.D 1294

Was this it?

Was all that he had fought for in vain?

Sir Harold the Conqueror stared across the massacre. Smoldering carcasses and lifeless bodies littered the battleground. The templar's plans to attack the mongols began merely 41 minutes ago, and already they had their fates sealed.

"Oh, lord in heaven" Thought Sir Harold as he lay on the ground, "Why have you foresaken us so? Have our actions not pleased you? Have we foresaken our sacred code?".

Almost halfway through the skirmish, Sir Harold had been caught by surprise when he recieved a poison dart to the neck. 5 minutes after that, he found that he couldn't move. He always boasted about how his armor made him invincible, but alas, an invincible warrior was no use if he couldn't stand up.

He looked up at the sky, the dark, storm cloud filled sky. He knew it was over, without him, his fellowship wouldn't hold out much longer, and he wasn't getting up any time soon. All he could do was wait until the grim reaper took him with his cold, boney hands.

"Oh, lord in heaven" He managed to whisper, "Take me into your warm embrace!".

As if on cue, a red lightning bolt roared down from the heavens, striking Sir Harold and ending his time in this world.

There, were the mightiest of warriors used to be, lay now nothing but the grass and dirt that dotted the battleground.

Location: Everfree forest

A.C 1541

"Hey, he's waking up."

"How can you tell, eh?"

"My sensors are picking up cerebral activity correspondent to that of someone that's conscious"

"What are you, a computer, eh?"

"..... Was that supposed to be funny?"

Harold could feel himself coming to. He tried moving, but immediately regretted it, as a jolt of pain rushed through his entire body, letting out a faint, but audible, groan.

"Gah...!"

"Don't strain yourself, you'll only make it worse, eh."

"Try standing up, but slowly and carefully!

Seeing no other choice, Harold slowly put one hand on the ground, then the other, and finally lifted himself onto his feet. What he saw, he wasn't expecting.

He was in what appeared to be a rather quaint hut, but half of it was torn off and exposed to the elements of nature. Outside he could see that he was located in a forest clearing, wherein his eyes found a massive beast of a ship. But there was something wrong about it, smoke was bellowing out of it's every pore, and it didn't look like it was meant to sail on sea.

In front of him were a young man, probably in his twenties, wearing a full set of matching green clothes (That, to be honest, looked quite comfortable) with mustard yellow hair and bright yellow eyes. And a red-haired woman, clad from neck to toe in the sturdiest looking set of armor he had ever layed eyes upon (That is, apart from his)

Behind them, lying dead on the ground, was a small blue horse (pony?) with a horn, being constantly shaken by a naked, red haired woman with a collar that looked like it belonged upon a dog. This alone generated a miriad of questions within Harold's head.

"I know what you're thinking" said the blonde man "And trust me when I say that I am just as confused as you are".

"Who.... who are you?" asked Harold slowly.

"I am Apollo, Apollo Incaendio" Said he, then he pointed to the armored woman, "And this is.....".

"Yes?" Inquired the woman "And this is....?"

"......I forgot your name."

"What do you mean you forgot my name? You made me introduce myself twice, eh!"

"It's not my fault that you insist I refer to you by a number."

"Uuuughh..." The woman held the bridge of her nose, clearly irritated.

"Not that I don't appreciate your ramblings" Intervened Harold "But will any of you please tell me WHAT IN THE NAME OF GOD IS GOING ON?!"

The woman covered her ears at his yelling, the man who called himself Apollo stood firmly, looking at him with judging eyes.

"That's what we've been trying to figure out" Said Apollo "I was in the middle of a very important assignment, when a red thunderbolt strikes out to me from the middle of nowhere. Next thing I know i'm being woken up by a midget unicorn, being told how "He was my master now" and how I "better not try to escape". At first I couldn't believe my eyes, so I just kind of stood there in shock. But then he busted out that there lady" He pointed towards the naked woman "When I saw her, tongue sticking out like a dog, attached to a collar, depraved of any clothes or morals, I may have, uhh, lost my temper..."

Harold raised an eyebrow under his helmet. "When you say you lost your temper, what do you mean?"

Apollo simply jerked his thumb towards the carcass of the pony. Upon closer inspection, Harold noticed that it's fur was singed, and part of it was burned off. It was quite obvious now what Apollo meant.

"Anyway" Apollo continued. "When I set him on fire, he started running around like a headless chicken. His horn started glowing a bright crimson, and when it started glowing too bright for me to tolerate, a beam of energy shot out from it, tearing through the roof and into the sky."

"I'll pick up from there, eh." Said the armored woman. "I found myself knocked out in the corner of this hut after, err... losing consciousness, eh." Harold noticed that as she said this, her face contorted in discomfort. She wasn't teling him everything he wanted to know.

"Apollo here helped me up, and I introduced myself as Pat-086, eh." She said, giving Apollo a stern look "A few moments after that, we heard a loud growl-like sound, and then that spaceship there tore through half of the hut in a crash landing, eh!" She said, pointing to the strange ship outside the hut.

"Then" Picked up Apollo "You just kind of, blinked into existance in front of our eyes."

Harold looked at both of them with doubt and apprehention in his eyes. "Interesting tale" He said "But is it a real one?"

"I don't know" Said Pat "You tell me, eh."

Harold hesitated, they could be telling a lie. But the environment he found himself in proved their story to be true. He didn't like it, but he had no choice but to believe them.

"Who might you be, eh?" Asked Pat.

"I am Harold" He said "Sir Harold the Conqueror, and you will refer to me as such!"