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Chapter seven – offered help

“Where is the fire now?” my lord asks, she has keeps telling me that she is a lady.

“Back at the crash site, I couldn’t take it and the guard with me,” I tell her.

“*Sigh, fine. You there-“ she stops and points at the closed one of the guard that followed us “-send a couple of Pegasus guards to bring it back, now,” she orders him.

“Yes ma’am,” he salutes and flies of.

She slows down to walk at my side so she can look at me. “I still want to know more about you, so you are going to get you memories fixed by a doctor, are you okay with that?” she asks at a much calmer tone.

I keep looking on ahead, “if you deem it necessary,” I tell her.

With a sigh she focuses on getting to this doctor.

I’m lying on the bed now, with my helmet off. The doctor is walking around, putting glowing gems in some sort of arc that goes around my head.

“Is going to hurt doctor?” my lord asks, I still don’t have her name, not that it matters, I call her my lord anyway.

“It could, but that depends on the amount of memories we’re recovering,” the doctor says.

“I don’t feel pain, my lord,” I tell them.

“Everypony feels pain, that’s just a fact,” the doctor says.

“He’s not exactly a pony though,” my lord says.

The doctor huffs, “That’s preposterous, he may not be a pony but surely he feels pain.”

With the last of gems in place, the doctor gets in position beside me.

He flares up his horn and the gems follow his example.

“Now just hold still,” he says.

At first nothing happens, but then one by one shapes and sounds come forth.

Voices, places, things and faces.

A lot them, at first I don’t know what to make of it, but then, after a while I start to put names to the faces, and faces to the voices.

It’s not a complete picture for a lot of them, some have faces and names but no voices and some have voices and names but no faces.

My own name comes by, but it’s just half my name, just my surname: Lowenthal.

After what feels like ages, I remember most of my friends and family.

It’s like a video with a lot of white noise.

I can feel my anger rise as more and more people join the first few.

Only a few have faces and even less have actual names.

I clench my fist on the bed, these are friends and family, they had at one point been very important to me but I feel no remorse, no sadness like I should. I feel angry because that is one of few things I can feel.

I don’t miss them, I should.
I don’t feel sad for never being able to go back, I should.
I don’t fear for what I am now, I know that I should.

I think hard on what I am; I know I have seen things like that before.

Than I see it. What I am now, where they came from, and how I ended up here.

“A Daedra,” I say to clenched teeth.

“What, what did say?” my lord asks me.

“That’s what I am, a Daedra. A demon made to serve a lord as an immortal soldier, made to kill, to destroy,” I say.

It’s quiet for a while.

“Um…” the doctor says.

With a flash of light the window breaks, glass flies everywhere.

Something brown with wings forces the doctor to the ground.

Two more try to force my lord to the ground and tie her up.

Their torso is covered in leather armor and feathers, and their heads are those of eagles or something.

With a manic grin I jump of the bed and grab the closed one by the and smash it’s face in the floor and again and again until a nice red pool of blood starts form under it, I’m just glad to have something to focus my anger at.

The second is done tying up my lord and it tries to take her out the window.

I grab its wing and pull my lord from its grasp.

It claws at me with skinny light brown arms tipped with black claws.

I grab it wing with both hands and twist.

With a satisfying crack it breaks. It let’s out animalistic cry, it sounds like a chicken.

I walk to the window and throw it out. It flies like one too.

The last one is still pushing down the struggling doctor.

“Don’t move, I kill him!” it screams at me, I don’t stop walking.

This one is younger, inexperienced.

He starts shaking, “I’m warning you!” I reach him and he still doesn’t make a move to harm the doctor.

I grab his neck and lift him of the ground, with a hard squeeze I snap his neck and he drops dead to the floor.

I turn around to untie my lord.

When she is free she looks in my eyes.

“I need to get to Shining, he’s still unconscious,” she says, she gets up and moves to the door.

I take my helmet and put it back on.

The hall is in complete chaos, nurses and other ‘ponies’, apparently they are ponies, run screaming down the hall.

We go the opposite direction, to Shining’s room.

Along the way we run into more bird people, they look down the hall searching for something.

Apparently that something is my lord.

They charge us. They don’t get far.

I inhale and when I exhale the entire hallway is filled with fire. They scream as their feathers and skin are burned of their bodies.

We move past the charred bodies of the soldiers, some are still alive but all they do is whimper and groan.

We don’t run into many more but those we do run into die pretty easily.

The door to Shining’s room is blow of its hinges. My lord runs over to look but the room is empty, not even a corpse in the bed.

“No, where is he?” My lord asks as the goes to sit next to the bed.

I look out the window, it’s wide open and in the distance I can see three bird-men carrying somebody, somebody white with a blue tail.

“Out there, their taking him,” I say.

Immediately my lord steps in front of the window to look.

“Well, what are you waiting for, go get him!” She yells at me.

I jump out the window and spread my wings, I’m getting pretty good with these, and give chaise.

I don’t even come close before I’m tackled to the side by more bird-men.

I don’t have my sword, my lord took it, and so I just swing my fist at their face.

Beaks break, wings are ripped of bodies and one by one they plummet to the ground.

But am not unharmed, bit by bit my wings get torn apart and with one last lucky strike one of them cuts a hole big enough in the skin to send me spiraling down.

I land face first on the road, and then everything goes black.