Legacy Of The Friendship

Kerrigan traveled fast and didn't look back. Thus she didn't even notice that shadow claim Canterlot not long after she left.

Kerrigan slowed down a bit as she flew over the town of Ponyville. She stared down and instantly realized that something wasn't right. None of the houses were barricaded. Heck, not even a single door was shut...they were all wide open, and that wasn't even the most disturbing part of the picture...The town was completely devoid of life. The only sound that could be heard in it was the sound of the wind surfing through the open doors.

"Not good..." Kerrigan said out loud and continued towards the Everfree forest in the same speed as before.

Kerrigan soon noticed the sight that she had already visited earlier that day - the magically drained tree of harmony. Not long after she passed it, she found what seemed to be the site princess Celestia described. A ruined old castle.

Without much thinking, Kerrigan landed in the ruins and began her search for Amon. She soon found herself in the middle of a massive hall surrounded by several pillars from all sides. The room was dark, but there was something shining brightly at the end of the hallway - an opened book left on a pedestal.

Curious, Kerrigan walked closer and took a look at the book. She read the title out loud, "The legacy of the friendship?" She seemed confused by the title, so she started reading the contents of the book.

"Just as the legends say, the elements of harmony are an ethereal form of power, therefore they cannot be destroyed or consumed. Those that do not believe the legends will one day witness the error of their ways. The elements of harmony will one day find new hosts, and they will forever carry on the legacy of the friendship that once saved Equestria..."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!" a sinister laugh echoed through the dark halls as soon as Kerrigan read the last word of the prophecy. The book faded, taking with it the only light in the room, leaving the queen of blades in the middle of a cloud of complete darkness.

"Do we really have to play this game again, Amon?" Kerrigan spoke to the shadows, receiving only another laugh as a response. "You know, I probably would be afraid as well if I were you." Another laugh followed, but at this point Kerrigan ignored it completely.

"You may have taken the magic of the elements of harmony, but I carry with me the most powerful form of magic known to Equestria!" Kerrigan shot a charged kinetic blast in the direction she heard the next laugh coming from. It sounded like she hit something that wasn't just a wall or a pillar. She stared at the unusual shape that her blast left in the darkness.

"Amon!" she shouted out as soon as she noticed two red eyes appear from the darkness, but before she could react, Amon charged out of the darkness and grabbed her by the neck and held her up. "Ughh...Hgnghh!..." Kerrigan struggled to break free from the grip.

"Alicorn magic? Ha ha ha ha!" Amon laughed quietly. "How kind of you to bring it to me."

Just moments ago, Kerrigan felt like she could rip planets apart, but now, all of a sudden she felt like a helpless kitten stuck in a tree as Amon started draining her powers.

"Hgghh! No!...How!?...Alicorn magic is the strongest form of magic in Equestria!...How can you still be stronger than me!?"

"A ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! You amuse me, Kerrigan," Amon toyed with her. "Who ever told you that alicorn magic was the most powerful form of magic in Equestria?"

"Gah...What?..." Kerrigan desperately grasped for air. "But...It's the magic of the rulers of this land! Haaagh!...How can it not be?!"

"He he he he...True, alicorn magic is powerful...but you know nothing about using it properly," Amon explained and tightened his grip around Kerrigan's neck. She could no longer say anything, she only kept on screaming with her last breath of air.

"You see, Kerrigan, things work differently around here...There are many forms of magic in this land, but they are all bound to and empowered by the one ultimate form of magic...The magic of friendship!"

Is he trying to mock me!? Kerrigan would have laughed if only she could. "Have you...hggh...been spending too much time in child's books, Amon? mmgh!"

"Laugh all you want, little Miss queen of blades, the fact still stands..." Amon's grip got so tight that Kerrigan could no longer get even a shred of air into her lungs...She had already taken her last breath. "Just remember why you lost here today...It was not because you were weak, but because you were alone."

"She is not alone!" a voice came out of nowhere, just as a green blade of pure energy also appeared out of nowhere. It brought itself down upon Amon's arm, releasing Kerrigan from his grip.

"Gaaaah!" Amon screamed from the pain and backed away while holding his severed arm. "What!?" he shouted out and tried to figure out what just happened. "You!" he shouted again as soon as he saw the wielder of the energy blade reveal himself. Even though the creature was still mostly covered in shadows, Amon could see his face clearly.

"Zeratul..." Amon whispered the name of the attacker. "What business do you have here?!" he furiously yelled at the templar. "You are no friend to this abomination!"

"She may not be my friend, but she is the enemy of my enemy," Zeratul explained and stood beside the weakened queen of blades.

"Hah! If you think that the two of you are enough to stop me, then you are gravely mistaken! Both of you will die by my hand, even if I only have one left!" Amon screamed and charged towards his enemies, ready to deliver the final blow to the already weak leader of the swarm. "Hmph!" Amon suddenly stopped and coughed as a handful of metal scraps hit his face.

"Don't mean to rain on your parade..." another voice came from the shadows. "But you're only gonna get to her over my dead body." The author of the voice stepped out of the shadows. It was the same metal titan that had earlier visited Canterlot. Only this time he had removed his helmet.

"Raynor..." Amon said the name out with a burning hatred. "I should have known you wouldn't leave your girlfriend to fend for herself...Not to worry." Amon held up his severed hand. The part of it that got detached suddenly surged with red energy. His hand was renewed as soon as the energy wave faded. "I've got more than enough power left to take on all of you!"

Amon charged at Kerrigan again, but before he could even get close, another round of fire to his head stopped him dead in his tracks. This time it seemed to affect him even more than before. "What in the...who!? Who could still be on your side!?" Amon shouted furiously. These sudden interferences were making him lose his temper.

"He he he...Don't worry, mon. It's nothing personal." The author of the voice revealed himself and took a spot next to Jim Raynor. "I'm only here on Raynor's behalf."

"You...who are you?" Amon asked the black-skinned spectre to identify himself.

"The name's Tosh," he gladly introduced himself.

"Well, Tosh...You've sure come a long way just to watch your commander die!" Amon attempted to attack again, but he was clearly getting weaker with every blow he took, and after taking another blast of green energy to the chest, he nearly dropped on his knees.

"Grrrrr!..." Amon was barely still able to think rationally. His anger was immeasurable, he seemed ready to explode. "Show yourself, whoever you are!"

"As you wish," another voice answered as it's author revealed himself. It was none other than Alexei Stukov. "What? No warm welcome? He he he." Alexei only laughed at Amon's furious expression.

"Ohh, it's about to get warm alright! Aaaarrgaaaaah!.." Amon didn't even get to launch an attack this time. Another blast, similar to the last one, caused him to collapse. "No...this can't be..." Amon seemed to be completely drained of his strength. "Who...who is this sixth one?" Amon asked. No longer in a demanding, but rather in a pleading tone.

"The one who will collect your essence!" A fearsome looking primal zerg came out of the shadows and stared at Amon with a thirsty look. Dehaka's appearance seemed to scare Amon much more than the others.

"Minions! To me!" Amon shouted out.

"Hate to burst your bubble, Amon," Raynor drew Amon's attention. "But your little army of critters just wouldn't get out of our way."

"Nooo....This can't be happening...You can't be them...You can't be the new six!"

"What are you babbling on about?" Jim Raynor asked, convinced that the all powerful Amon had finally snapped after taking too many hits to the head.

"The prophecy!" Amon shouted. "You can't be the ones! The six of you...you are a joke!" Amon started sounding like a true madman. "The legacy of the friendship...How could it possibly be passed on to the likes of you? You're not even from Equestria! You..."

During the long talk between Amon and Kerrigan's allies, she had more than enough time to recover. Before Amon could say another word, Kerrigan charged forward and turned the tables on him.

"It's over, Amon!" she shouted at him while holding him by the neck.

"Noooo! This can't be happening! I cannot be so easily defeated! I..."

Kerrigan had heard enough. She didn't let Amon say another word. A swift blow with a charged kinetic blast around her arm sealed Amon's fate once and for all. Kerrigan let his neck go, but by the time the blast pushed him to the wall, the only thing left of him was an empty carcass.

As it hit the wall, it fell to the ground and got covered by a pile of ashes that were left from Amon's disintegrated body. The deed was done. The almighty god of hybrids had ceased to exist, but Kerrigan still couldn't let her guard down.

She just kept on staring at the pile of ashes, waiting for something to happen. After hearing all the stories about Amon, it wouldn't really seem too surprising if he had one last trick up his sleeve.

Silence claimed the room. It lasted until the moment a delightful breeze of wind found it's way into the vicinity, carrying away both the darkness surrounding them and the ashes of Amon. All of a sudden, the air felt much lighter, and Kerrigan could finally feel clean air reaching into her lungs.

"It is done," she said in a relieved voice and stopped straining her body. All the bad things that were bound to happen that day were already behind them.

In the end, Amon was destroyed by the very same kind of magic he sought to control...Quite ironic, really.

Just as it was every time Twilight and her friends succeeded in a difficult task, there was also a lesson to be learned from all this. The lesson was simple. Don't judge a book by it's cover, for everything might not always be the way it might seem at first.

When Kerrigan first arrived in Equestria, she didn't think that this colorful and peaceful place would contain even the slightest amount of power...Who could have known that it would contain magic so powerful that even a creature like Amon couldn't wield it?

Kerrigan stood still for quite some time, still wondering about many things. Above all, she pondered on a single question.

What happens now? What fate awaits the leader of the swarm now that she has no more enemies left to seek out?

Kerrigan might have stayed here and wondered for much longer, if only it weren't for the cold, metallic hand that she suddenly felt upon her shoulder.

"Lets move on, darlin...There's nothing left for us here."

Without saying a word, Kerrigan turned around and gladly followed Jim and the others outside.

***

"Thank you all," Kerrigan said in a quiet and sincere tone as they walked through the empty halls. "None of you had to do this for me."

"My pleasure, darlin." Jim Raynor was both the first and the last one to reply. "Always was."

"Say..." Kerrigan spoke again after quite some time of silent walking. "That bunch of red-eyed ponies that you ran into on your way here...You didn't kill them, did you?"

"Why?" Jim asked. He picked up on Sarah's tone and realized that she cared for the ponies, so he used the opportunity to tease her a bit. "Aren't you a bit too old to be caring about little ponies?"

"Hey!" Kerrigan protested. Her cheeks turned red from shame. "That's not what I meant! They helped me! I was just..."

The cowboy laughed, interrupting Kerrigan's sentence in the process. "Dun worry, darlin. They're alright," Raynor confessed about that which already became obvious as soon as they entered the next room. It was full of sleeping ponies that had just started to slowly raise their heads, one after another.

As phrases like "Where am I?" and "How did i get here?" started echoing through the room, Kerrigan could only smile.