Chapter six – An intimate relationship

-During the escape-

“Before we left I took a quick scan of Dem, as thou called him, his magic is very similar to that of the fire, but he lacked parts, it was incomplete. I think he is drawn to the fire because he needs it to ‘fill’ that part of him,” Luna explained. “But I don’t know what that would do to thou since that fire of yours has a part of thine magic.”

“Okay so, I am magically linked to blue demonic fire that a demon wants to desperately get his hands on. Should I be worried?” Cadance asks.

“No, I wouldn’t worry to much. Dem is locked up and the fire is being moved to a secure location by Shining Armor as we speak,” Luna pronounces confidently, “What could go wrong?”

I sit in the field, I look around and I have no clue what to do.

Since I came here I had this feeling of that I needed to get somewhere, I needed get something.

That’s gone now. I feel whole now, but I have nothing to do, nowhere to be.

“I don’t know,” a voice says, I freeze. I know this voice it’s of the pink one that talked to me, the one that gave me my name, Dem “Luna, where am I?” That’s not the name she gave me what’s she talking about.

“What no, no that’s not right. I-I’m outside, in a field,” She says, she’s in a field. But she was in that city on a mountain, there are no fields there.

I look down, thinking of where she could be.

“AAAAAAAAAAH!” She screams. I look around. What the heck is going on, I look around look at the guards they not moving and there is no one else there. Why is she screaming like that?

“No nononononono, this can’t be happening!” She yells. Am I going insane? What’s happening, what’s going on?

I hear a noise and turn around. The guards aren’t quite dead yet and they’re beginning to stir.

I look at my leg. I can’t fight like this.

I take a hold of my leg and bend it strait. There are some worrying sounds.

Thinking back to the forest, to that feeling and focusing my powers on it.

After a couple of seconds I feel the familiar thumping of my hearth in my ears. My leg is healed and I can stand again.

The voice has been quiet for a while.

I walk over to the guards.

The left one is in bad shape, his face is messed up and he has a piece of wood in his leg, it’s bleeding nicely. I don’t have to do anything for him; he’ll bleed out on his own.

The right one is doing a lot better. He’s getting up pushing rubble away. His arm is broken but it’s nothing serious.

Walking over, I look down on him.

I point my sword at his throat.

“P-Please, don’t. I have a wife and a son. Please, please,” he begs while holding up his hands.

I bring my sword closer to his throat.

“Plea-hea-hease, let me go,” he cries.

I lean forward stab him through the throat.

“Stop, don’t kill him!” the voice shouts in my head.

It’s back, ‘verdomme, why?’ I think. I was this close. 'damn it'

“Because it’s another pony, and you don’t kill others!” She says.

She hears my thoughts, really?

‘I’ve done it before, why not now?’ I think back ‘It’s really easy, just poke him here-‘ I push my sword in his throat drawing blood ‘-and he dies. Just like that.’

“No, no don’t, just bring them back alive and we’ll patch them up here,” she orders.

‘That doesn’t matter, the other one is bleeding out, he’ll be dead before we’re halfway there,’ I tell her.

“What!? Okay calm down, calm down. Just find a piece of rope or something and tie of his limb, he’ll be fine,” she says.

*Sigh. ‘Of course my lord,’ I don’t know why but I feel compelled to do as she says.

“I’m a woman,” she says with a huff. It’s weird to have someone huff in head.

‘Of course, my lord,’ I repeat, she is the lord, whether she likes it or not.

I take a piece of the rope from the cart that was holding down the fire.

I walk over to the guard and wrap the robe around his leg. He mumbles something, “Please, please wait, don-“. I smirk and before he can finish his sentence in pull the rope tight.

With a yelp he shuts up, tears start rolling down his face.

I look over at the other guy. He’s just scared and still shaking.

“Get up!” I yell at him, with no words of protest removes the last of the rubble and stands, holding his broken arm.

“Can you fly?” I ask him.

“Y-Yes sir,” the guard says. “Then fly back, go!” I order him.

He does not need to be told twice, he quickly jump in the air and flies away, back to that city.

I pick up the other guy over my shoulder and summon my wings.

I almost fall from the sky myself with the extra weight and imbalance.

The crash site quickly vanishes in the distance as I follow the first guard, leaving the fire all but forgotten.

Once I get back to Canterlot I am surrounded by guards, to many to count.

I lay down the guard I carried back, he groans in pain. Even with his leg tide off he’s still lost a lot of blood.

Shining isn’t among them but the blue one walk forward. She was at my cell too.

“Why did thou save our stallions?” she asks, he voice is commanding, I would be scared, if could feel fear, that is.

“Because I was told to,” I answer.

“Told to? By whom?” she asks, the guards haven’t moved yet, but they’re getting nervous.

“By the pink one. I don’t know her name, but she commands me,” I tell her. She raises her eyebrow and looks back at the guards. With a simple nod the make way for the pink one. She just stands there awkwardly, looking left and right and then finally at me. She walks forward.

“Why me?” She asks, the blue one has her arms crossed, observing.

“The fire, is it yours?” I ask, the crosses her arms and frowns. “Yes it is, why, what’s that got to do with anything?” she says.

I lean forward and whisper, “Everything.”

“Fine be mysterious, give me your sword,” she commands.

I take my sword of my middle and give to her. My sword is as big as her leg, she’s taller than most stallions I see around us, but I still tower over her, at most she reaches my chest.

She turns around I follow her. Behind us a pair of medics rush over to the injured soldier.

As I make my way through the ranks of guards I can see that each and every one of them is shaking like a leaf.

“Hm, some soldiers,” I mumble to myself.

Author's Note

chapter six
okay this one was a little tricky. I want to do something later on and i need it to give Dem a little more personality.
And cumming up, at sometime someplace something will attack. Maybe, probably, could be happening.