The Burgundy Master

by Experimenteer

Rating: mature
Tags: Human, Dark, Adventure, Tragedy
Length: 2626

Does one trust anyone or to trust only for yourself? Which do you prefer?

You once told me if I remember the past. That my life has come up to me. Well, it did, and what I remember…wasn't all that heroic. I remember the golden fields that I pass through my daily route, the whispering breeze that cool my face and the warm ray from the sun.

I remember the lands that was fill with abundance of life and a plenty for all of us to share. It was peaceful. It was heaven But what's more heavenly than the entire world were the screams and the cries of mercy when I stuck my blade onto them. I have never felt more alive in my entire life.

I suppose you are wondering why I did it? Why I suddenly betray you all? I thought that…if remember the past I could find peace to put my nightmares to rest. But in the end, it made only sense that I cannot trust you. You, and the rest of this world, are a damnation to my eyes.

She should have finish me off when she had the chance.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-10-20 21:10:08 UTC

Chapter 1 - Pilot

There is always things that we do not understand. How we tend to exist upon the fabric of strings and beyond the threshold of plates. A relevant notion that bind us all to our coming life and doom. I have seen those plates countless of times and it still shake to my very core.

Faces, might, strength, power and overall quality is what I saw upon the multiple of windows. They were like players in the stage, deciding, surviving, destroying the conflict that was right in front of them. A story of their own little world with problem like any ordinary man...or creature.

However, this isn't the sign of excitement that I am feeling right now, but rather the overwhelming fear that comes to thought. What if they decided, whether by luck, accident or intention, to cross upon our own? Their illegal right to change destiny and fate would be consequential to the people that they do not comprehend to tolerate. Choices are a powerful tool that could shape a being into something more or something less.

What gave them the right to help? Mercy? Compassion? Opportunity, perhaps? No, I think I know why. It is because they want to and even if they not want to, fate conspired them otherwise to intervene and change this world of ours. For the good and for the worst.

That my friend is why we exist in this world. To prevent those that cross into ours and stop them from shaping destiny. It is a sadden fate of ours but lethal force is the only solution. Conversation to otherworldly creatures has some benefits, but prove ineffective to the persistent and the passionate. These beings that think they can do whatever they want would find themselves dead upon their track.

And yet a thought occurred which troubles me. If other plated worlds manage to cross into ours...who to say that this world manage to cross into theirs?

==

The distant, unintelligible screams was all that Que heard in his dream, calling out to him for justice and for blood. Shadowy figures appeared, faceless, as they reached their blood-stained hands to him. They cried out in agony for the man who had destroyed their lives.

Que shook his head in defiant, wanting, trying to ignore the deaden screams. He called out anyone for help, but no one came. Before long the stained hands reached to him and was consumed in a sea of darkness. Cold was the only thing he felt.

A new world was at the season of dawn, awaken from a forgotten time. Que opened his eyes and found himself lost, scarred, with no memory of his past. Was he dead? Alive? Or something worse? The only thing that he remembered was his name and this raw emotion of bloodlust that was swirling inside. He could feel the insanity, seeping into his brain. An unmistakable drive for blood that he greatly fear.

Que struggled upon these dark temptation and pleaded for the nightmares to stop. He slowly sat up, dazed and confused. He did not know where he was at the matter. The place was pitch black and with no way out it was certain that he was trap for good.

Fear quickly took hold him as Que began to panic. The thought of him being dead was the worst thing that he could imagine. Walking was pointless from this point on as well as waking up. From top of his lung he took a deep breath and shouted to the nothing of space. He wasn't sure why he was doing it in the first place, but it was all that he could do at the moment.

His voice somehow echoed through the darkness which surprised him a bit. Normally, it would need to have a wall, like a cave or an enclosed room, to reflect the sound; even though there was nothing but darkness. As he continued with his bicker, just before he was about to give up, someone replied, but it wasn't what he expected to get an answer from.

"SHUT UP, I HEARD YOU ALREADY!" A voice boomed towards back at him as it appeared in front of the startled Que. The voice was a lady, that was for certain, and when she saw this mysterious creature unknown to her the reaction was understandable. A blank stare and an uneasy silent.

It was a short, but brief for the two. While her brain tried to understand what she had discovered, Que just stood there, not shock or surprise, but rather curious in the sense of it all. For what Que saw, that was right in the open, was a light blue animal with a horn on her head and set of wings attached from her back. Correction, a talking animal to be fact.

"...what are you?" The blue animal asked, breaking the silence.

Que raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me? What do you mean by that?"

"I mean to say is...who are you? Never have I seen you before."

Que blinked. "That's kind a irrelevant question if you ask me." He could tell from her reaction that she was fearful of his present even though they were at a dream. It was strange that he could tell her face though. Almost seemed human in everyway. "But if you must know," he then quickly added, "An introduction is in order. The name is Que, and you are?"

The blue animal was surprised by the response, but she smiled nevertheless. "Princess Luna." She said, calm and steady in her voice. "It is nice to meet you, Mr. Que."

"The pleasure is all mine, milady."

==

Que was not sure how to understand it all, but it was rather interesting that Luna was willing to help a complete stranger that was new and different to her. Although he needed to get use to the names that Luna pronounced. Equestria? Celestia? Those were the titles for younglings and fairy tales wrapped altogether.

After their unease greet, the two made a conversation about who, what, where and how. Mostly it was Que with the question, but Luna was never troubled of answering each and everyone of them. She was too distracted of the discovery that she found.

"Hmm, and you can't remember anything from your past, at all?"

"I'm afraid so." Que sighed, depressingly. "The only thing that I remember is my name and that's it. I do not know how I got here in the first place and by what you were telling me, there is no way it exist where I come from. Talking ponies, cities that named after a relation to a horse, and the thing that you called magic. I may have lost my memory but there is no way such things exist."

"I can see you are speaking the truth. When I entered into your dream there was nothing here except for you in the open. It might happen when you bump your head when you got into our world or to some other means." Luna then turned her head for the moment to examine the surrounding. She could feel a powerful spell had cast upon him, yet at the same time it was not the work of magic at all, but rather a strange, distant and even dangerous kind of energy that she never felt before.

Que sighed once more in defeat. "That figures," He added. "But if this is a dream, how come I can't wake up?"

Luna quickly paused and turned back to him. "Wait? You mean you can't wake up?"

Que admittedly nodded.

There was something strange about him that Luna needed to examine, but otherwise it made her more curious. "This got interesting than I imagine. I have to consult my sister once our conversation is done. She will know what to do."

"Wait a minute, what about me?"

"Unfortunately, I do not have the power to restore you from your slumber. But fear not, I shall help when I found the solution of your dilemma. You just have to wait a bit longer." Before Que could even ask, the blue alicorn simply vanished without a trace, leaving him alone once again in the darkness.

However, as she left, the violent screams returned, shouting, wailing even louder in their vengeful cries. Que didn't mention it to Luna. He didn't know why, but deep down he deserved it. The torture. The punishment. It was a strange idea for a strange man whose past was shrouded in mystery.

==

Today was a calm and quiet night as the citizens of Canterlot went for an early bed. The weather report mentioned of a heavy fog that was coming to the city and that everyone had to stay indoors until the weather dispersed itself.

Complaints were varied, but overall suspected as much. Most of the complaints belonged to the noble elite, unable to reach of their appointment or otherwise bored that they couldn't go anywhere at the moment.

It didn't take long before nobility decided to rear its head on the princesses to absolve the issue. While it was a tedious and grueling work for the princess of the day, the night seemed unusually peaceful with no complaints from nobility at all. This was due to the fact that today, was the day, that princess Luna, formerly known as Nightmare Moon, would return to her caretaking duties of the night.

Months it had been since her liberation from the darkness that consumed her. With the help from her sister's student, she had finally come to light from what had been a millennium long of imprisonment. Although she was reunited with her sister at last, she was still distant and confused of todays period. It would take a lot of time for her to get used to with her fellow subjects since they had never met her before.

Luna tried, in the very least, to socialize, but she wasn't good at it and fear still hold them for who she was that they remained distant of her. In truth, she thought it was like all over again. The loneliness, the despair, the growing jealousy that she'd once become, and the overall sorrow. A sorrow that cursed her for the rest of her days. How she succumbed to her darken fate that control her.

Like puppet with strings...the puppeteer knows all.

The torment still scarred her though. Unable to shake the past away. Her sister, Celestia, invited Luna to attend the Gala just a few days ago, which she respectfully declined with a very good set of reason. One particular reason was that the Gala was filled with nobles, and that she was no friend to them.

Nobility. Even today they haven't changed a bit. Luna saw Canterlot and the nobles; all talk with no bite. The constant yaps and everyday meaningless problem that her sister had to solve. How Celestia managed to do with them for so long was a mystery to her. Another reason that she didn't want to go was that she wasn't fond of parties. She preferred solitude and quietness over company and nosiness.

Yet the problem still remain, how was she going to interact with her fellow subjects?

While Celestia tried her way of parties and daily activities, Luna found a solution that was suitable to her need. A method that she had never used or to be given a thought of. The ability to enter the dreams of the mind.

Although it wouldn't bring much closer to her citizens physically, in the infinite dreams there was nothing that she can do, but to help and bring a peaceful slumber to those that needed the most. Whenever there was a nightmare, she was always there to help, to guide them that no fear would place in their heart. A light in the shadow where the fearful can be save.

It seemed that she has a new responsibility now as both the caretaker of the night, and the guardian of the dream. And at that moment, when she scoured the dreams of many, she heard a desperate call from out of the blue.

Luna answered that cry and that was when she first met Que.

==

Up high on the tower of Canterlot, there was a sleeping princess who touched the souls with her magic. She brought those that were restless, the fearful, into a wonderful dream, where everyone can do whatever they want. And yet, after she met a strange creature called Que, it seemed not everyone had a good ending after all.

Luna opened her eyes and got up from her bed. She stretched her stiff muscles from left to right and exited the room. It was the same routine for her, to take a stroll in a peaceful night, since no one was able to stay up late, except for the royal guards. But this wasn't about Luna and her nightly life. This was about Que and the predicament that he was in. The thought about him troubled and excited her in the sense.

At first, Luna was thrilled to discover a new creature from another world. The idea of what she could learn from him, once she restored his memory, was boundless with potential. Yet at the same time, she wondered if she should help him at all. The spell that casted upon Que was strong. Very strong. There was a strange energy that dwell upon him, and even stranger so that it wasn't the work of magic.

"How could it be possible?" Luna thought, struggling for an answer to no avail. "What power could conjure such a force without the use of magic? Whoever, or whatever, did this surely wants him gone. I couldn't see anything inside that thick-headed skull of his. Guh!" To not be able to know infuriated her to such degree that she sidetracked to where she went and got lost in the fog.

Luna clicked her tongue. She had completely forgot about the weather today. "This fog is terrible." She commented. "I could barely see anything that is front of me. Where in Equestria am I?" After a minute of wondering through the fog she soon found a bearing at the royal garden.

There was nopony around the garden this late tonight. No stars, no moon that she could look above while the fog covered everywhere in her sight. Luna did recognize some of the flowers and the hedges along the way. After awhile she had the direction that she needed to get back inside...

But something stopped her.

Luna paused to sense right away a strange power unlike anything she felt before. It felt similarly close to Que. Was he here at the castle? She quickly shook her head as it was impossible. The royal guards were constant from dawn to dusk and they would seize any intruder in a heartbeat. The source of the power was coming from the fountain as she approached cautiously towards it.

Each step brought great concern in her heart for Luna sensed several more of these strange energies that was confluent in front of her. She quickly stopped in her track. Something was wrong. She tried to retreat back to the castle only to be stopped by a shadow that was blocking her.

The shadow was tall and large with deep menacing eyes. It shook Luna to the very core when she saw more of these shadows appearing out of the blue. As she stepped back from their approach she then felt something behind her. She gradually turned, eyes wide with shock. Her screams didn't come out as the last thing she saw was a burnt scar across its face.

THE BURGUNDY MASTER