Chapter five – warm by the fire

I take a breath and push the power out in an armor of magma and stone.

The heat of my armor melts my chains .

I inhale and unleash my fiery breath upon my cell door melting the lock and half the door away.

Guards storm at me through the narrow corridor or the dungeons, swords raised and shouting orders.

I summon a length of lava in my hand and whip it at the one in the front. My whip melts his armor and burns him to the bone, after an agenizing scream he expires on the floor.

The rest is not so lucky.

With a simple gesture a cloud of hot volcanic ash erupts all around them.

They cough and scream as they choke on the ash and their fur and skin catch fire from the heat.

I move on leaving nothing but charred corpses.

There aren’t a lot of guards. They probably don’t use is much.

When I reach the stairs up I look back. I suppose I should feel bad for hurting them, I should feel scared of these powers I got.

I feel no such things. I feel excited, happy. This feels good.

They must have sent someone to sound the alarm, because the moment I reach the top of the stairs I am surrounded about six guards stand in a half circle around me, all of them have horns.

“Fire!” one of the yells and immediately I am pelted with spells and bright lights.

One of them might not do much, but with all of them firing at me repeatedly they’re chipping away my molten armor.

In a bout of rage I sprout wings and jump at them.

I land on one of the middle ones, pinning him down.

The rest is send flying from the impact.

I unleash my fire breath on the guy underneath me, burning his face of.

The rest is getting up again.

I swing my whip around catching one in the throat.

He grabs his charred neck, gaging at his own blood.

Four more left.

They run like scared little children.

Using my other hand I throw a ball of lava at the nearest guard.

He is knocked down, showered in little bits of lava.

I leave him screaming in pain as the lava slowly melts through his armor.

I let the last three go, to let them spread the word.

I make my way to the closed of my two objectives, my armor.

There are remarkably few guards in the halls. They must have run off or something.

I reach a door. It’s a nice door, it has nice engravings in the dark wood along with a nameplate: Captain S. Armor.

I blast his door down.

He is not there, but with the papers thrown about the desk I think he left in a hurry.

My armor is in a locked chest to the side.

I try blasting it open but it doesn’t work.

I hit the lock, with the same result.

Picking up the chest I throw it out the door into the wall on the other side of the hall.

Still not open.

“Godverdomme, kut zooi!”

“God damn it, cunt stuff!” I scream in frustration.

Taking a breath to calm down, I focus on my palm; creating a small extremely hot flame.

Using my makeshift blowtorch I melt the lock slowly and steadily.

This works.

Finally with the chest open I can get my armor.

It takes a while to put it on. But everything is there, including his sword.

*Sigh*

This feels good, being in my armor again.

Now on too the second objective: the fire.

Trying to get a feel on where it is is hard for some reason.

I take a breath and focus.

It’s… still close but… moving.

They’re moving it somewhere.

“Come on! If he broke free he will come for this! We need it to be as far away as possible!” Shining shouted at his subordinates.

The moment he heard that ‘Dem’ had escaped he ordered his guards to stay clear away from him and make sure nopony was around to run into him by chance.

They’re moving the fire by cart, away from Canterlot.

The Pegasus guards pulling the cart took to the air.

Shining watches them go for a while, until they are outside of city limits.

With a sigh of relief he turns around to go look for Dem.

He doesn’t have to look very far.

Behind him, on the threshold of the palace, stands the demon.

Dem looks at him with his cold blue eyes.

Taking a step back Shining draws his sword and holds is with both hands.

It’s not a standard sword. It’s longer with a bigger guard and the pommel is engraved with his cutymark.

Dem draws his own sword.

He walks over until they are about ten feet away from each other.

“What happened to the guards in dungeons?” Shining asks, already knowing the answer.

“They’re dead, and you will soon join them,” Dem states as if he is talking about something funny.

Grinding his teeth Shining lunges at Dem trying to stab him.

Dem uses the back of his hand bat his sword away swings his own blade.

It bounces of a small shield that Shining summoned.

He has no skill in swordplay, but he makes up for it in strength durability. But if I can just keep using my shields I’ll be fine, Shining thinks.

Shining makes an upward swing with his sword quickly followed with a thrust at his opponent’s belly.

With the satisfying feeling of his sword slipping between armor plates and into Dem’s flash he allows a smile on he muzzle.

Only to have it wiped off when he’s hit in the face.

Dropping his sword spitting out the loose tooth he looks up at Dem, summoning a shield to prevent himself from being decapitated by this monster.

“What are you?” he askes.

“I have no idea,” Dem answers.

Dem lifts his hand brings it down on his shield.

Shining can feel the impact through magic feedback into his brain.

It’s just a simple shield, hastily cast; it isn’t as strong as he’s like it to be.

Bringing his fist down again and again, Dem hammers away at it.

Until Shining can’t take it anymore and he looses consciousness.

The captain lays at my feet, unconscious and vulnerable. But I can feel the fire getting away from me.

I need to hurry if I want to catch up with it.

It’s moving fast, high up in the air.

I focus my magic on my back trying to summon my wings again.

It takes a while and a lot of energy but I did it.

Now I just need to figure out how to use these things.

My first attempt ends with my face in the dirt. The second is not any better.

The third I actually land on my feet.

This is getting frustrating.

I try again and this time I actually stay in the air.

With some effort I face the way I need to go and start flapping.

My wings are quite big, and I gain a lot of speed pretty quickly.

But a side wind blows me of course. Correcting with wings this big is hard, I can barely turn at all.

After what feels like forever I finally see them in the distance.

They have noticed me too and pick up the pace, but with the cart behind them they don’t go fast enough to out fly me.

I’m getting closer. I can almost feel it.

Then the cart drops like a stone; the guards have gone in a nosedive.

I over shoot over and try to correct and dive after them.

I catch up again and am slowly getting closer.

So is the ground.

I reach out with my hand and summon a chain to pull the cart closer.

The moment I get a hold of them they level out and I am pulled along like a kite.

The sudden weight throws them of balance and the crash on the ground.

I’m lying on the ground. I try to get up but I have broken my leg.

The cart is about twenty feet away.

I crawl over to the cart, the guards are lying next to it and they appear to be dead.

The fire somehow came loose and stands little bit away from the crash.

Crawling over, I stick my hand into the fire.

I’m lifted of the ground as the fire flows into my chest.

Cadance is sitting with Luna in Luna’s study.

Suddenly Cadance grabs her own head, closing her eyes.

“Cadance, are thou feeling alright?” Luna asks.

It feels like something is forcing its way into her brain.

With a spine-chilling scream she falls to her knees.

Clenching her eyes shut, tears streaming down her face and shaking.

Then as suddenly as it began it is over.

She opens her eyes and she gasps.

“Cadance, are you alright?” Luna asks worriedly.

“I don’t know,” she says, “Luna, where am I?”

“What do you mean? Your still here, with me, in my study,” Luna says.

“What no, no that’s not right. I-I’m outside, in a field,” Cadance says.

Suddenly she looks down, but not of her own accord.

“AAAAAAAAAAH” Cadance screams, what she sees is not her own body, what she sees is black demonic looking armor, and her leg is bent the wrong way.

“No nononononono, this is can’t be happening!” she yells.

She closes her eyes again and presses her hands over her eyes.

“Cadance, Cadance, your fine, you’re here with me, in the castle,” Luna says sitting next to her niece and holding her, gently rocking her back and forth.

“Cadance just open your eyes and look at me. Cadance look at me.”

Luna grabs her face and points it at her.

“Open your eyes Cadance,” Luna commands.

Opening her eyes slowly her vision fills with Luna’s face. She launches forward hugging her aunt.

“Cadance, what happened, what did you see?” Luna asks.

“I-I was him, I was Dem. I could the fire, it was in a field and my leg was broken. I was wearing the armor and and the guards, they were dead,” Cadance says while sobbing in Luna shoulder.

Author's Note

Chapter five yay.
And i literally translate the dutch so it's gonna sound weird