Chapters Winter is Coming
[Four Years Ago.]
It began, with the death of King Sombra. The former, tyrant king of the Crystal Empire. Slain by unknown killer. At least, that's what Princess Celestia told the public. Fore most of the ponies of Equestria, the news about an undead revenant killing King Sombra would have sparked a lot headaches for the princesses. For one, countless ponies would ask to see the revenant. That would be a problem concerning Jason Voorhees violent nature and hatred toward adults. Second, ponies would cry out wanting to know how the king had returned. Celestia couldn't answer that herself because she had no idea either. She was just glad he was gone for good now. Sadly, Jason had paid the price as well from what Twilight had reported to her. Celestia, and most of the ponies that knew Jason, couldn't understand why the revenant was after Sombra in the first place. Constant debates were made but no actual answer could be made. Jason was the only one who knew why, but he perished and took that reason with him. Even though Celestia didn't know much about the revenant, he was dangerous to those all around him. When Jason attacked her, she saw the darkness in his eyes and the never ending anger towards everyone. Everyone, except those three fillies. He acted as though he was their guardian. Protecting them from harms way. No pony understood why, not even the fillies themselves. They said he approached them one day and made his friendship with them then. Whatever the reason, it showed the revenant wasn't completely lost to darkness. He still had a soul with in him, and that soul prevailed in vanquishing evil. Those days were stopped however, when Jason died along with Sombra. For the friends he made, it was a sad day. Ponies who didn't know Jason thought of it as another abomination is dead and out of Equestria's hair.
Celestia would have agreed unfortunately, if it weren't for the fact Jason didn't kill her. If he attempted to, she would have said it as well. However, instead of killing her and possibly being hunted down by Luna and all of Equestria, he let her live and only inflicted minor injuries. After she got back to the castle that day, Luna was shocked to discover her sisters condition. She wanted to seek out Jason and hold him responsible for his crime. Celestia stopped her and Luna was shocked as to why.
"He is not out enemy dear sister." Celestia said.
Luna was at a lost for words. Her sister was defending the monster who inflicted pain apon her. In a bitter rage, Luna clenched her fists.
"He could have killed you!" Luna said.
Celestia signed.
"But he didn't Luna, think of it like that. If Jason was capable of killing me he would have, but he didn't."
Luna felt as though Celestia was right. Her sister would be dead of the monster wished her to be dead but instead sparred her. She unclenched her fists and breathed through her nose. She gave a ashamed look toward her sister.
"I am sorry I spoke out of term sister, I was angry at Sir Jason for harming you."
Celestia giggled and out her hand on Luna's shoulder.
"It is alright Luna, maybe you and him could become allies some day."
With her flashback ending, Celestia was brought back to Canterlot's royal garden. She guessed she was so lost in her mind, she wondered off. The birds chirped in the trees high above the princess as she gazed at the garden. The princess breathed in deeply with a smile on her face. The fresh air felt rejuvenating to her and the sound of the wind blowing was like pure music. The princess walked down the garden and felt a strange presence over take her. She turned around to see nothing behind her. She turned all around but saw nothing. The presence became stronger and Celestia found herself being sucked over powered by it. She then felt a small poke to her leg, Celestia's eyes widened and she looked down to see Layla. She sat on her legs and she looked at Layla. The little filly didn't have her bear but still had her wide smile.
"Hello there Layla, why are you here?"
The filly giggled.
"I just came by to let you know Jason is at peace finally and to let you and his friends know he had fun, I wanted to thank you as well for helping me find peace as well."
Celestia and smiled and patted the filly on the head.
"Your quite welcome and I will make sure to tell the others of Jason's thanks."
Layla laughed again.
"Oh, I already have." she said.
The filly then seemingly evaporated into air with a smile on her face and a tear running down her cheek.
Time past, and soon four years had gone by but Equestria hadn't changed. New fillies were born, and old ponies passed but that was the only thing that had changed. The princess looked over a balcony in the castle, looking over the white snow covering Equestria like a blanket. It was beautiful to say the least. The cold air didn't bother Celestia in the slightest, in fact, she enjoyed it. Same went for Luna who enjoyed star gazer at night and seeing the moons glow over the snow. Luna said it could melt a dragons heart seeing the sight and Celestia believed her. No cool wind blew through Celestia's mane, she smiled, enjoying the soft breeze. The princess then let her mind free. Letting herself become one with the environment. She enjoyed this for a matter of a minute until a cough came to her side. She opened her eyes and was addressed by one of her guards.
"Princess. We just received reports of some startling news."
The stallion guard held out a letter from his hand. Celestia raised an eye brow and took the letter. She opened the letter and was met with something shocking. It was a letter from a military patrol north of the Canterlot. The report told of a gruesome murder of some of the soldiers. One guard was found with his heart missing. The other, which was a mare, was found nude near her teammate. She told of a cult that captured them and preformed sacraments on them. Her friend was used as a blood sacrifice while she was forced apon by one of the cult members. Celestia felt sick to her stomach after reading the letter. She didn't realize such a cult existed. The princess swallowed, trying to gather her thoughts. She looked back at her guard.
"Send a word to all forts and patrols of this cult. If they see any of them either arrest them or if needed, kill them."
The guard saluted her and walked down the hallway. Meanwhile, the princess looked outward toward Equestria. The news of this new cult was startling. She would have to keep track their behavior from now. Their name however, is what really got her attention.
"The Disciples of Tarturus." she whispered.
Dusk had arrived and the moon raised over Equestria. The temperature had dropped to below freezing and not many animals had come out. The snow had turned a darkish blue and twinkled under the moonlight. It looked like a professional painter had used Equestria as his canvas. Over a hundred miles away, in the boules of Tarturus. A large snow storm had started, the wind blew furiously and snow was coming down faster then it could build up. On top of on of the many mountains, purple cloaked figures formed a circle around one of the prison barriers on the mountains. Snowed had covered the mountain top. The guild members were freezing in place, the wind was eating away their body heat. All were chanting an ancient verse, which hadn't been used for thousands of years. One of the figures, a pony priestess by her clothes which were black in color. Her fir was a dark purple and her eyes were red. She wore a long loincloth with a top, down to her knees. Plenty of skin was showing on her as she walked in between two of the cult members. From her waistband, she drew a black bladed sword. With a powerful thrust, she plunged the blade end of the sword into the prison barrier while whispering.
"Rise, my lord."
The prison barrier changed from its baby blue glow to pure crimson red. The cult members all awed at the sight and backed away quickly from the pool. The priestess pulled her sword out of the pool while smiling. A shaky, discolored red hand came from the pool. The priestess grabbed the hand and slowly pulled an old deprived centaur out from the pool. He was the same size as the priestess but looked as though he was much older. He coughed and choked as he held his throat. Drops of the pool came out of his mouth as he growled.
"What...what is this!?"
The priestess kneeled down to the centaur. She laid down her hood and grinned at him.
"My lord Tirek, my name is Ventures, and we are the Disciples of Tarturus. Were at your service."
The centaur looked up at the priestess. She had her fist clenched and crossed over her chest. He looked around and saw the other cult members were doing the same thing. He smiled and stood on his legs.
"This is pleasant." he laughed. "This is very pleasant news indeed!"
The centaur cackled and turned toward the cult members.
"But first, I need more power."
Tirek then unleashed a violent stream of red and purple magic toward one of the cult members. He screamed in agony and ell to the ground, violently twitching as life was sucked from his body. Every one watched as Tirek grew in size, not by much though, and laughed as his felt his strength returning. The cult member he had sucked dry had turned to dust, only leaving his cloak behind. Ventures smiled as Tirek turned to face her.
"Quick question girl, why did you free me?"
Tirek moved his fingers back and forth, getting the feel of his own grip back. The priestess smiled and flipped her hood back on.
"We are those who wish to seek power in Equestria and possibly the entire planet. That's we are willing to help those such as yourself Lord Tirek, to achieve those goals."
The centaur had a puzzled look on his face, but soon nodded in understanding. Tirek was looking forward to getting revenge, but he was no fool. He would need to power himself to full capacity before he attempted an attack. He would need a much more powerful source to absorb. Ponies, griffons, they weren't much to feed off of. No, Tirek needed a much more powerful source. For that, he knew who some one, or should he say, some pony that could show him the way. Tirek cackled into the sky, making sound as though all of Equestria could hear him. The priestess smiled deeply with evil intentions in her eyes. She then walks toward one of the cultists, she grabs him and pulls him in to her face until the outer line of the hood was touching her nose.
"Let Rhen Var know phase one is complete and tell him to initiate phase two."
The cultists saluted and sprouted wings from under his cloak. He took off into the night sky and dashed over toward another part of the Everfree Forest. Tirek raised an eye brow and looked toward the Ventures.
"Where is he going?" he asked.
Ventures faced Tirek and crossed her arms.
"He is going to make sure our second target is ready."
Dead Snow
The night was still young in Equestria. Luna's moon barely touched the top of the sky. The cult Pegasus from before landed in a remote part of the Everfree Forest. Pitch darkness surrounded him as he walked among the snow covered bushes and grass. He walked until he heard the sounds of feminine voice cry out from the darkness. A small glow soon came from behind the trees, the cult member pushed himself through the snow and he came apon another ceremony of his cult. Their were only five of them, including himself, they were scattered around a frozen over lake with torches lit near the cult members. On a stone table, there laid a earth pony mare with light blue fur and with a black mane. She had been stripped down to her undergarments and was bonded to the stone table in a spread eagle position. On her chest was a painted red cross. On the rest of her body were numerous bite marks and scratches. Tears were running down her cheeks and her eyes were lined with red. It was obvious she had been through torture for hours. Not to mention she must have been freezing. Looking over the mare with a broad shouldered griffon with a golden coat and beak. The Pegasus cold member walked over to the griffon and tapped his shoulder. He turned and saw the Pegasus.
"Master Rhen Var, Ventures has sent me to inform you to initiate phase two." he said.
The griffon smirked and turned back toward the mare. He heard the mare cry from below him that were mumbled dew to the cold temperatures.
"P-please...ple-ease l-let me go!" she whimpered.
The winged beast looked down at her and grinned manically. He then bent down and forcedly kissed her. He then backed away from her with his grin not fading while the mare cried on the table. The griffon looked over toward the lake, thinking of the prize in the frozen water. It wouldn't be frozen for long. The griffon turned and drew his sword, pointing it toward a certain group of the cultists.
"Fire unicorns, you know what to do."
Three of the cult members hands were engulfed in fire and they made their way toward the frozen lake. Placing six hands on the edge of the ice lake, the entire lake began to thaw out. It was as a transition from winter to spring was taking place as the ice melted with tremendous speed. The entire lake was thawed out, steam coming off the water as the three cultists walked back toward the crowd. The griffon chuckled and placed a talon inside the water. It was warm, perfect he thought. The winged beast gripped his sword and walked over toward the stone table. The mare on it was struggling to get free from her bindings. The griffon poked her frost bitten leg and she snapped her head toward him.
"Oh down worry little girl, your suffering will end soon."
"Y-your let-letting me go?" she asked.
The griffon laughed and slash it across the mares, a bra strap splitting in half. Her breathing increased and her eyes went wide.
"No you stupid bitch! Your going to be a gift for a contact of ours." he said.
The mare whimpered as the griffon ran a talon down her cheek and across her breasts. The griffon then turned back toward the cultists and pointed his sword toward them.
"Begin the ritual."
The cult members formed a star shape and all got down on one knee. They raised their hands to the sky with their palms facing up. They then began chanting an indescribable language and the griffon looking over the lake. The cultists started to chant louder and small lights started to form in their hands. The mare on the table was looking away from the ritual, fearing for her life as to how the ceremony involved her.
Darkness. That's the way its been for god knows how long. It was all he could see and all he could hear was nothing as well. Is this what its like to pass on? Is this how he is going to live from now on, in total darkness forever? He guessed it made sense, after he killed over a hundred people in his life and resurrection. Jason didn't even have a body anymore, as far as he could tell. It was just his mind left with his thoughts and memories in purgatory. Is that what this is? Purgatory? If that's the case, how did he end up here? Jason didn't know and he favored to not question it. All the revenant knew was he still had his mind but not a body. Though he felt as though that would change soon.
The revenant heard something. It was faint, but he could hear it. It sounded like, chanting? It was progressively getting louder and Jason could start to feel like his body was coming back to him. Though it felt, wet. Jason found himself struggling to wake up, he hated water more then anything and the feeling of being in it was going to cause him to lose control and scramble to the surface. The water felt cold. Below freezing at that. Jason thought if he was in some artic tundra, if that was possible. Jason could feel nerves start to return to him, he could feel his fingers, toes, and his heart beating. Jason then could make out a small light coming through the darkness. It wasn't very lit but Jason could see he was underwater. It was night from the looks of it. Jason could feel heavy weight on his neck, as if something was holding him down. Even though his vision was still blurry, Jason looked down to see a large chain holding him down with a stone block wrapped around it. Jason tried to grab the chain but found his arm was stiff as a board. The revenant tried to move anything else but found the same result. Jason figured his entire body was frozen over. That would explain the numbness in his arms and legs. Jason then saw above him the orange light from before had gotten brighter and the chanting was louder as well.
Rhen Var looked over the lake, seeing the snow evaporating into mist. It was almost over, the immortal one who killed the tyrant would be revived and join in their journey for power. Rhen Var turned toward the cultists, their hands were engulfed in orange, pulsating magic and their voices sounded like their were twice the number of them. The magic formed into snake like appendages as they raised from the cultists hands. The streams turned and delved into the water. Rhen Var smirking as they did. The mare looked in shock as more and more of the appendages went into the water. The mare then screamed as she felt a sharp pain in her leg. She looked down to see Rhen Var and impaled her with his dagger. She looked up at the griffon who was laughing.
"Now you will see little one...a true creation of Tarturus!"
Jason watched as orange arms reached for him, wrapping themselves around his arms and legs and chest. A limb grabbed the chain around Jason's neck and made it glow a deep orange shade. Another one reached inside Jason and he felt it grab his heart. It was like Krueger's glove all over again, but less painful. It felt as though the hand was massaging his heart, Jason's entire chest felt relaxed and he felt the frostbite leaving him. Jason flexed his arms and legs and he turned his head to look. Another hand engulfed his vision but it stopped, the hand grew an arm, then legs, and then a full body. The body was a head shorter then Jason. It was female pony body with no distinct features to her. All Jason could see was her eyes. Her big, round, and red orbed eyes. They reminded Jason of someone. He's seen those red orbs before. Before he could think into it further, the figure spoke.
"Wake...wake masked knight."
The figure then vanished into Jason's body and the revenant felt like his entire body burst into flames. Jason only felt one eye go wide as he broke the chain around his neck and quickly swam up to the surface. Jason burst from the open with his arms spread out and his head looking to the sky. Jason felt his lungs drain of water and air replaced it. The revenant attempted to open his other eye but he couldn't even feel it, as if it wasn't even there. With only one eye, Jason looked up and saw a group of purple cloaked figures. One was a weird bird creature and a pony mare tied to a stone table. He narrowed his eyes and slowly walked to the land. The purple figures didn't move but the bird creature started to laugh and the mare looked away sobbing.
Rhen Var looked at the awakened wolf man in front of him. The griffon looked next to him and saw a small sword sticking out of the ground with a small inscription in front of them. Rhen Var grabbed the sword and held it tightly as the wolf man slowly walked out of the water and towards him. When Jason walked out of the water, Rhen Var got a good look at him. Parts of his jacket and shirt were torn and exposed obsidian black skin with parts of his ribcage showing. Jason's fur was pitch black and a part of his ear was torn. His mask was broken in the lower part, showing dagger like teeth under the mask. Around his neck was a grey chain that cut a little below his neck.
Jason looked around at the cultists. He saw the snow on the ground and more questions raced in uddenly put an arm around him and put it on his shoulder. Jason snapped his head to his arm on his shoulder. Rhen Var spoke in a cocky tone with a wide smirk on his face.
"Come friend! We have must to do now that your alive!"
The griffon guided Jason over to the stone table where the mare was struggling to get free. The revenant looked down at the mare and cocked his head. Jason let out an echo as he felt the grip of the griffons hand on his shoulder tighten.
Ch. Ch. Ch. Ah. Ah. Ah.
Rhen Var put the small sword in front of Jason and laughed. The revenant looked down at his machete with a wide eye. The handle was ruined and the blade was bent in half slightly. If Jason could give a disgusted look, he would. It was obvious his machete wasn't going to work anymore but he needed a weapon. He looked around the area, trying to find a suitable substitute. He looked toward one of the purple cloaked figures and saw an axe on a tree stump next him. Puffing his chest out and deflating it the same time, Jason walked over toward the stump, cultists being knocked over by him as he collided into them. Jason grabbed the axe handle and pulled the weapon out of the stump. He looked over the axe blade. It was barely used, judging by the slim line of the blade. The handle felt hard as if the axe was brand new. Jason flipped it in his hand and grabbed it quickly as the blade faced up again. He liked it, a lot. The revenant slightly turned his head and saw all the cultists looking at him.
Jason could feel inside him his old urge. An urge he has been wanting to feed for years now. Jason's exposed teeth grinded and with a swift swing of his arm, he collided the axe with the head of the cultist next to him. The cloaked figure gurgled and fell to the ground in a pool of his own blood. Jason flipped the axe in his hand and gripped it tightly as he turned and looked at the group behind him. Most of the other cultist were in cowering positions. Rhen Var on the other hand was smiling with his arms crossed. He then started to clap his talons together.
"Well done my friend! The legends were not wrong about your brutalities!"
The griffon looked at the mare on the table with a sinister grin on his beak. He drew a dagger from his side and raised it over his head. The mare screamed and sobbed as Rhen Var laughed.
"Now Jason! A sacrifice for you! In exchange, you serve us!"
Serve them? Is that what this was about? To revive Jason just to make him their slave. No, the revenant wouldn't be another puppet. Anger boiling inside him, Jason gripped the axe handle tightly and began to swat at the cult members. Violent swings after the other, blood pouring from their wounds, and limbs being amputated. Screams of agony were the only thing the purple cloaks to give before being killed violently by Jason's axe. The revenant swung and impacted the axe inside a cultists skull. Using his boot, Jason kicked the corpse off his blade. Jason stuck his axe to the ground and thrust his hand through a cultists chest. Blood escaped his mouth as Jason held his heart in his hand. He yanked his arm out of the cult member and crushed the heart in his hand. The member fell to the ground limp.
Rhen Var watched in shock as the entire ground was covered in blood, severed body parts, and dead cult members. He lowered his dagger from above his head and instead pointed in toward Jason. He snarled and death gripped his dagger.
"This wasn't the deal! You were supposed to agree!"
Jason wasn't listening as he swung his axe and impacted it inside the griffons shoulder. The griffon coughed up blood and grabbed the blade with his talon. The wolf man violently yanked the axe out and swiftly hit the griffon again. Sending the axe further into his shoulder, nearly severing it. Rhen Var screamed in pain and Jason cocked his head. Jason left the axe in the griffons shoulder and backed away fro him. The wolf man cocked his head as he observed Rhen Var try to pry the axe out of his shoulder. Jason looked down and saw a dagger on the ground in front of Rhen Var. With a another cock of his head, Jason picked up the dagger and snapped his head toward Rhen Var. The griffon looked up to see Jason thrust the blade in between his eyes. The griffons eyes went inside his head and he fell backward on his back.
The mare didn't dare look at the massacre. She stopped looking the moment the large wolf man brutally killed the first cultist. She worried if she was next. She silenced her heavy breathing and crying, waiting to hear the sound of a blade being swung. However, instead she felt the bindings around her legs and arms were loosened. She could the distinct sound of cutting as well. She looked up at saw Her bindings were cut and she was free! The mare looked up at saw the wolf man looking down at her. She wanted to ask him why he sparred her but was stopped when he moved his head to the right and snapped it back toward her. He was telling her to leave. Joy took her over and the mare hugged the wolf man before taking one of the cloaks of the cultist for clothing to cover her nude body.
"Celestia bless you sir!" she said before disappearing into the snowy forest.
Jason stood their like a statue. He still had his sense of right and wrong still, that he was grateful for. So he didn't loose what the little fillies had taught him. No he would never forget. With that sudden thought, he realized something. If he was alive, that meant he could see them again. Though, he still didn't know how long he was dead. If could have been months, years even. None the less, Jason would find them. A sudden bright explosion caught the revenants attention. He looked up at the sky and cocked his head as he saw fireworks going off in the distance. A festival, no doubt about that. Jason guessed that would be a good place to start. He couldn't even take a first step before a bright light engulfed his vision and the same orange figure from before showed herself in front of him. She spoke with a voice of silk as he put a hand to Jason's mask.
"Be wary masked knight...those who you knew might not recognize you. Also, watch for those who wish to use your power for their own."
With that she was gone in a flash. Leaving nothing behind as she did so. Jason was frozen. He didn't expect that to happen and was wanting to kill the mysterious orange figure. Though, he felt a strange sense of comfort when he saw her. He couldn't focus on that right now. Another firework went off and Jason puffed his chest out and started to walk toward it with his axe clenched in his hand.
In a heavily destroyed stone structure, snow flakes fell through a broken roof onto a meditating Tirek. The centaur had a bright purple orb in between his horns, acting as a heater from the cold. Tirek had his eyes shut and his hoarse lower body was laying on its stomach. He had his fists pushed against each other and had his chest puffed out. He was searching for a powerful magical energy to absorb to grow stronger with. So far their was nothing to good. Just a bunch of regular ponies and creatures roaming around. None of them would do. Tirek needed a much more powerful source. He needed a creature that could grant him god like powers to crush the ponies under his hooves. The centaurs train of thought was cut as he felt the presence of Ventures behind him. He growled in his throat and slowly opened his eyes.
"Speak." he said.
Ventures lowered her hood and got down on one knee. Her facial expression she was giving Tirek meant something bad happened.
"Sorry to disturb you my liege but we have run into a complication with our second contact."
Tirek raised an eye brow stood and stood on his massive legs. He turned to face Ventures with a narrowed eyed look.
"Second contact? Who are you speaking of?" he said. Crossing his massive arms.
The cloaked mare felt sweat drip down her cheek as she tried to speak.
"Jason Voorhees. He killed the cultists that resurrected him, even master Rhen Var." she said with hesitation.
The centaurs interest was now peeked. In his time of being alive, Tirek never heard of such a name. Judging from how Ventures had said his name, Tirek guessed Jason was quite feared. More feared then him perhaps? Now that was something Tirek couldn't let go. He was being forgotten and being replaced by this Jason Voorhees. He would change that as soon as possible.
"Where is he now?" he asked.
Ventures raised to a straight up stance.
"We don't know my lord but he was last spotted exiting the Everfree Forest."
Tirek figured he was possibly heading toward PonyVille. The centaur chuckled and gave a wide, toothy grin.
"Send a couple of the cultists to bring him to me." he said.
Ventures nodded and vanished into the shadows of the rotting castle. Tirek lowered himself down into his meditation position, clearing his mind to find Jason and to see just how powerful he is.
By this time, Jason had grown icicles on his jacket, pants, shirt, and even his fur. Though the cold didn't bother him, the white spots on his fur were a dead giveaway he was freezing. Snow stuck to his boots like glue and the squishing sound of the water was just annoying to him. Thankfully, the nerves in his feet aren't what they used to be.
Jason looked up at the sky, the fireworks were still going on and were lighting up the sky with bright red, green, blue explosions. Jason picked up his pace as the forest was becoming less dense and the snow wasn't so high. Jason pushed a snow covered bush to the side and his eye lit up with a ambush of bright colors. The wolf man had to reel back squinting his eyes to adjust them. He looked back to see huge tents and a wide stage on a flat land of ground. The terrain wasn't even visible because of the amount of ponies near the stage and walking along the tents. The ponies all wore colorful puffy coats to protect against the cold of winter. On the stage was a huge speaker system with a white unicorn mare with red sunglasses in the middle of it. The song that was playing was like nothing Jason had ever heard before. The beat could rock a mountain and the tone was poppy with electric effects with the beginning of each verse.
The revenant slouched and figured he had to go somewhere. He knew it was PonyVille, but it seemed different. Jason walked down a snow covered road in the town. While he did, he noticed the buildings were different colored and were bigger then they were. Jason almost didn't recognize the small town. He passed by ponies that he hasn't seen before. All giving him terrified looks and running away from him, all sensing his abnormal energy. Jason didn't know why he was heading toward the stage but he figured he will find the little fillies there. Another huge explosion of fireworks in the sky had Jason's head snap toward it. His teeth grinded against each other and the wolf man cocked his head. Two fillies ran past the wolf man, not the ones he is looking forward. Much younger.
"Hurry up Sting Ray! We'll miss the fair!"
"Geez, hold your shoes I'm coming!"
A...fair? Jason remembered the times his mom used to tell him stories about fairs. How fun, and memorable they were. How it was a place where children could be with their....Jason's teeth could tern to ash by how much he was grinding his teeth by now and his axe handle could break in half at any moment. He didn't need to think about that right now. Now, the crusaders were on his mind.
Bright lights were every where. The singing of the band on stage could be heard for miles. The laughing and talking of ponies all around was all that could be heard. Three fillies, two heads taller from four years of ageing, walked side by side down the snow covered road of the fair. They wore heavy coats, each with their favorite colors. Jeans, and leather boots. Sweetie Bell wore a light magenta coat. Apple Bloom wore a bright red coat with a orange collar. Finally, Scootaloo wore a dark purple coat. The three were talking with excitement. They were planning what to do for their schools talent show.
"We should do the battle of Canterlot!" Sweetie Belle suggested.
"What? No way, we already did that when we were kids!" Scootaloo said.
Apple Bloom had an idea, but she wasn't sure if her friends who enjoy it as much as she. Figuring it wouldn't be that bad, she gulped and spoke up.
"Ah think we should do Jason and Sombra's battle." she finally said.
Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo went silent and looked toward their friend who was blushing brightly. Apple Blooms friends signed. Jason meant the world to them years ago but he has been dead for just as long. When Jason died, the three fillies were heart broken. Not wanting to breathe his name, in fear they might break down crying where they stood. It happened a few times, but eventually the fillies had gotten over their friends death and proceeded with their lives. They figured Apple Bloom had gotten over his death as well, though it seems she hasn't. Sweetie Belle put her hand on AB's shoulder and gave her a sad expression.
"Apple Bloom, we realize you miss Jason. We miss him to, but doing that play wont bring him back from the dead."
The filly hated to admit it, but Sweetie was right. Her obsession with the wolf man was getting out of control. He was like a brother to the three fillies and more of a guardian. Apple Bloom slouched and tucked her head inside her coat. A huge firework went off above the ponies in a bright yellow glow. Ponies began to cheer and on the stage the DJ was prepping a song. The three fillies smiled and ran over toward the stage.
Ch. Ch. Ch. Ah. Ah. Ah.
The crusaders stopped dead in their tracks and looked all around them. That echo...could it be? It was damn near impossible, they thought. Could he be alive? The three fillies went back to back and searched the crowd for the origin of the echo. All they saw were ponies walking past around them. The crusaders broke off from each other and looked in each others direction.
"Did...ya'll?" Apple Bloom hesitated.
"Yeah." Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo said in unison.
The three fillies stood still for a moment, waiting for the sound to come through again, but nothing happened. Just the sounds of the fair and ponies were all that was heard. Scootaloo scratched her head.
"Ah man...were just spooking ourselves girls. Come one, the show will start soon."
With that said, the three fillies walked toward the stage. More scared now, but now more perceptive. Unknown to them, a tall dark figure had spotted them from a far away distance. The grip around his axe tightened and his teeth were grinding against each other. Jason slowly started to walk toward the fillies direction but then noticed odd figures run past him. He felt a strange presence from them, as if they weren't what they seemed. Jason felt the warmth in his heart again and felt arms go around his neck and chain.
"Proceed masked knight...find your friends...kill those who wish to hurt them."
Jason felt a growl form in his throat and he picked up his pace to keep up with the figures as they disappeared into the crowd.
Celestia's moon soon raised but more slowly then normal. Its been like that more weeks now. Barely anyone in Equestria has noticed but for the ones in Canterlot, it stuck out like a sore thumb. It was any ones guess as to why the sun raised so abnormally. The most popular one was she was just busy and was running late. Her sister, Shining Armor, and Cadence on the other hand, know otherwise. Celestia had contracted an unknown illness to Equestria. Every treatment she was given was destroyed by her sickness and would make it even worse. First it was coughing, then sneezing, then fevers, and then Celestia was coughing more violently to a point where she would cough up her own blood. Her strength started to deplete until she couldn't even leave her bed. She was getting worse by each passing day. Princess Luna walked down a hallway toward her ill sisters chambers. She could hear her violent coughing from all the way down the hall. In her hands was a plate of soup with bread on the side. Another heavy wheeze as Luna steps closer to the door. Guards outside were giving worried expressions toward the door. It was obvious they had been listening to it for hours. Luna stopped in front of the door and motioned the guards they were dismissed. They nodded and walked past the moon princess. She took a deep breathe and knocked on the door.
Moments passed and the door was engulfed in a bright yellow magic and opened. Behind the door was a dark room with a purple cover bed with drapes at the end of the room. Luna gulped and slowly walked toward the bed. The reason so was being so cautious was the illness her beloved sister contracted was not know to Equestria and she didn't know if it was contagious. Another violent cough made Luna stop dead in her tracks and a nervous look crossed her face. Not another sound came from the drapes and a sweat drop went down Luna's cheek. She tried to say something but chocked. Celestia spoke but it came out raspy.
"L-luna?" she said.
The moon princess continued her walk toward the drapes and placed a hand on one of them. She slowly opened the drape and found a sight she wished she didn't. Celestia was under her covers with a rag over her head. Her mane wasn't flowing as it should but it was flat and the color was darker. It made Luna give a slight tear in her eye at the sight.
"Sister...I have brought you some food." Luna said.
Celestia raised her head slightly and looked in her sisters direction. Her eyes were red but her pupils were the same.
"Please...bring it here Luna."
The moon princess walked around the bed more close to her sisters side. Luna placed the tray of food on Celestia's stomach and sat down in a chair next to the bed. Luna watched as her sister sat up and pick up the spoon in the soup bowl. She shoveled a spoon of tomato soup into her mouth and swallowed. Moments passed with just Luna looking toward her sister and watching her, worrying about her. The sun princess cleared her throat and smiled.
"That feels much better."
She then turned toward her sister with a broad smile while Luna still gave her a nervous look.
"Luna, I have a favor to ask."
The lunar alicorn gave Celestia a confused look.
"I want you to go and find Jason in Ponyville."
Luna nearly sky rocketed out of the ceiling when her sister mentioned that name. A name she hadn't heard in four years. Jason Voorhees, the masked warrior that nearly killed her sister but was successful in killing King Sombra. That was what made her forgive Jason though, it showed the undead warrior still had his soul and knew from right and wrong. Luna found herself missing Jason while he was dead, wishing that he could have been around to help Equestria more. Though it was true he didn't belong there, but Luna figured he would have learned to have a better life in Equestria. Seeing in that he grew a strong bond with the three fillies, he could have been like a brother to them. Both her and Celestia agreed on this. Luna snapped out of her memories and looked back toward her sister.
"How do you know he is alive?"
Celestia looked out her window and gave a worried look. She knew how he was alive, and that was what scared her. She felt the magic hit her like a mace the moment Jason woke up. It was like a direct hit.
"The Disciples of Tarturus awakened him." she said.
Luna's eyes changed in shape and size, becoming gigantic causers. She fell quiet for a good minute to recap on the situation. Celestia still looked out the window, worrying for any pony who crosses Jason's path.
Snow wasn't falling as much as it was earlier. The silver clouds still hovered above the ground but they were done with their shower of snow. The sun creped its way over them and shined brightly over Ponyville. It was now just past nine o'clock and the festival was still going strong. A heavy beat song just finished playing and the crowd of ponies who were listening were in a tremendous cheer. Some whistle and others clapped. The crowd was going wild as the DJ walked off the stage.
The crusaders, all were sitting on a bench near food stands. The fillies were stuffing their faces with hay burgers and fruits they brought. They were shook up from the incident earlier. It was quick but they knew who made that sound, but that was the part that scared them. Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo were acting like it never happened but for Apple Bloom it was much harder to forget. That voice sunk its way into her soul and twisted it around until it was telling her that what she heard was the real deal and not her mind getting to her. She didn't want to tell her friends in fear of scaring them as well but now she wasn't so sure. Her friends loved Jason as much as she did, so why was she so scared to tell them it wasn't their minds playing tricks on them? Was it just the cold fact Jason was alive or was it that she didn't feel safe when they heard the echo. That was something that scared Apple Bloom as well. The voice didn't feel comforting like it did last time. No, this time it was a warning or maybe even a threat.
"Hey girls...what's that?" Scootaloo said.
The crusaders looked where Scootaloo was looking and saw two purple hooded figures. One was noticeably more built then the other and much more taller. One of them had his hand grasped around a mares neck and mouth while the more taller figure grabbed her legs. They soon dragged the mare behind the stage set. The crusaders narrowed their eyes and looked at each other, nodding, the crusaders got off the bench and quickly ran over toward the back of the stage. All three of them stopped and leaned against the black wall. They leaned their heads over it and saw the same mare being tied up by the purple figures. The crusaders double backed and quickly darted back behind it.
"What the hay are we gonna do!?" Apple Bloom whispered.
"I don't know but we have to find a way out and fast!"
"Agreed."
A shadow loomed over the fillies and blocked the suns rays from their visions. They looked up and saw another purple jacketed figure but he was clearly angry. He grabbed the fillies arms and forced them behind the wall. He threw them and they landed on their stomachs in front of the other two. They looked at the fillies with surprised looks.
"What the fucks this!?" the skinny one said.
The crusaders scrambled to their feet and attempted to run but the larger purple coated figure grabbed them by their hoods. He lifted them off the ground until the crusaders were at neck level with him. Scootaloo swung her fists around, trying to punch the larger coated figure.
"Looks like we got ourselves some peepers guys!" the larger one growled.
His deep voice shook the crusaders bones and looks of fear formed on their faces. The mare the purple coats took from before was struggling to get free of ropes that were tied around her wrists and ankles and the bandana wrapped around her face. The skinnier purple figure let down his hood to show a grey coated pony with bright red eyes. He looked at the fillies and smiled.
"We'll take 'em with us."
The crusaders gave a look of dread.
"Hey Gala van...get me my ropes."
The skinny pony reached his arm behind him with his hand open but to his surprise nothing came. He huffed and growled again.
"Did you hear me nitwit? Hand me my ropes!"
Again nothing.
"Are you gonna-!"
Ch. Ch. Ch. Ah. Ah. Ah.
The skinny pony stopped his chatter dead in his tracks as he saw a tall dark figure, holding his friends decapitated head in his hand with a bloody axe in his other. The figure looked as though he was breathing heavily from how high his chest was raising and lowering. He was wearing a damaged mask, exposing dagger like teeth. He wore a chain around his neck that went all the way down to the bottom of his neck. Parts of his body were exposed showing parts of his ribcage. A great sense of death and anger were around the figure. Everyone was watching in shock and fear as the figure dropped the ponies head to the ground.
The skinny coated pony gritted his teeth.
"Your done for you bastard!" he growled.
The larger pony dropped the crusaders and walked next to the skinnier pony, cracking his knuckles as he did so. Jason cocked his head and waited for the ponies to make their attack. They charged him at the same time, hoping to over power him. Jason tripped the skinnier pony and he rolled like a barrel on the ground until he face planted into a pile of snow. Jason swung his axe and slashed the larger ponies arm, exposing blood. Both the purple coated ponies growled and collected themselves. The skinny pony wiped the snow off his face while the larger one held his arm. The larger pony sprinted toward Jason and raised his mammoth sized fist above his head. He swung and hit the wolf man in his side, sending him flying into the wall. The stage rocked from the impact but no one seemed to notice. Jason tried to peel himself off the wall but was assaulted by a series of large fists to his chest and head. The larger pony seemed to enjoy this as he had a wide grin on his face. The crusaders watched in horror as Jason was pounded into the wall. The larger pony stopped and stepped back, he looked at his knuckles seeing it bruised and bloody. Though it wasn't the wolf mans blood. He looked into the crater and saw the unmoving masked creature. He chuckled and turned toward his friend.
"I think I got him." he said.
Praising his achievement, the larger pony didn't notice Jason clenching his axe. The wolf man sprang up from the crater and brought his axe down on the larger ponies collarbone. The snap sound and the blood that leaked from the wound was satisfying to Jason. The larger pony screamed in pain and swatted the revenant, sending him flying across the muddy ground. The larger pony was breathing heavily and hesitantly reaching for the axe in his shoulder.
"Don't just stand there! Get this thing out!" he cried.
Jason stood to his full height behind the purple coated ponies but stopped to look at the crusaders next to him. All three were nearly on the verge of crying their eyes out. Jason pointed his finger to the ground, meaning he wanted to stay here. The crusaders nodded and Jason cracked his neck. The revenant sprint walked toward the purple coated ponies, grabbing the nearest thing he could find. A metal rod that was about the size of his leg. The larger pony screamed in agony as he pried the axe out of his shoulder, more blood flowed from the wound. His friend rolled his eyes.
"Ah quit your bitching and grab the brats."
The full force of a metal pipe came on the skinny ponies head. He was sent flying and landed on his neck, bending it at a abnormal angle. He then landed on his back, going limp. Ponies at the festival screamed in horror at the sight. Soon, more and more ponies had their attentions grabbed by the screaming, running over to see what had happened. The larger pony watched in shock but it was soon turned to anger and he looked at the revenant as he swung the metal pipe again. He grabbed it and then grabbed Jason by the neck. He threw the wolf man out of the ally and into an open area of the crowd. Crowds screamed as Jason raised to his full height. He grinded his teeth as the larger pony ran toward him. The larger pony was holding Jason's axe and the metal pipe. He threw the axe, making it spin in a spiral. The axe impacted the wolf mans shoulder, he reeled back and looked at the axe. Ponies screamed in shock and other nearly fainted. Jason grabbed the handle of the axe and pulled it out with force but no blood came out. Instead, bits of dead skin came off the axe. Jason ducked into as the larger pony swing the metal pipe. The wolf man retaliated with the swing of his axe, slashing the larger pony across his chest. He roared and swung his massive fist again but Jason was ready this time as he grabbed the fist and held it in place. The large ponies eyes grew wide as Jason's strength over came his. The wolf man twisted the fist until a loud snap was heard. The pony screamed and reeled his fist back, holding his wrist. Jason cocked his head and then brought his axe down, slicing through the ponies head. Others around them screamed and looked away from the scene. Jason used his boot to scrap the pony off his axe.
Jason cocked his head at the sight of the dead pony. He then turned back to see scared ponies around him. Jason looked around him and he was completely surrounded. He breathed heavily and walked back toward the ally. Ponies opened a path for him, fearing they would be the next ones to die. Jason walked into the alleyway to see the crusaders untying the mare from before. Jason stepped over the decapitated head of the other purple coated pony. He kicked it to the side and looked up at the crusaders. The mare ran out of the ally, leaving only the crusaders and Jason. The fillies just looked blankly at the wolf man, the sight of him alive again was enough to break them down. Even at the moment, Apple Bloom was trying to hold back tears. Jason could sense it, they were in distress. He could hear their hiccups and their sniffles as they stood up. Jason's chest seemed to deflate as he looked at the fillies. The revenant walked toward the fillies, dropping his axe in the snowy mud. He then collapsed to his knees and wrapped the fillies in a long over due embrace. The crusaders soon returned the hug with soft sobs coming from them.
A sudden voice then came into Jason's mind. An unfamiliar one but he felt threatened by it as his eyes snapped open.
"Found you."
The Masked Knight
Tirek had found him. The one who would provide the source of power he needed to over power the royals. The power of that combined with Equestrian magic and other magic Tirek didn't know of but he sensed its power, and it was glorious! The centaur shouted in laughter as he gazed to the cloudy sky. He was practically roaring now, and cultists near by slowly stepped away in fear thinking their lord had gone mad. Which a long time ago, he did. Tirek ceased his laughter and stomped out from the meditation room with the open roof he was in. Snow had stopped falling and nearly melted off the ground. The stone ground was nothing but muddy water and Tirek's hooves splashed with each step. He soon came into a dark hallway, leading to the rest of the castle.
Ventures was waiting at the entrance of the chamber, leaning against the wall with a stern look on her face. The reports she had received about Jason killing his captures and was still at large. Even worse, she would be the one to break the news to Lord Tirek. She knew he wasn't one for mercy and that her life would possible suffer from it. As she heard the clops of her masters come down the hall, a sweat drop slid down her cheek and she gulped. Tirek came from the door way with an unsusal smile on his face. He turned toward the hooded mare with an evil stare and Ventures felt her heart skip a beat. She expected Tirek to grab her by the head, crushing her skull until it burst like a zit. What she got instead was the centaur laughing and outing his gigantic arm around her shoulder and moving her next to him. She gave a confused yet relieved look.
"Master...why are you so happy?" she asks.
"Because Ventures, I have found my power source!" he responded.
The hooded mare still had a confused look. The centaur noticed and chuckled.
"I bet your wondering who I am talking about no?"
The mare gulped and her eyes darted left and the right. She didn't have a clue.
"Yes master."
The centaur laughed once more and guided Ventures down a dark flight of stairs. He let Ventures go first, seeing he was the biggest one and both of them couldn't fit side by side. The stair ended and the two were greeted by a long hallway covered in hieroglyphics, looking as though they were thousands of years old. Ventures grabbed a torch from the wall and ignited it with her magic. The orange glow helped slightly as they walked down the long hallway. The mare still didn't have a clue as to what was going on but her master looked as though he has been here before. The centaur stopped at the end of the hallway at a large obsidian door with two large holes in it. The centaurs horns flared up in purple energy and he placed his horns inside the holes. The entire door then glowed purple and began to slide into the ground. Ventures eyes widened as she and Tirek saw behind the door a circular room with more hieroglyphics. They stepped in and the centaur crossed his arms while Ventures lit more torches in the room. Once that was done, the images became more clear.
"I knew I remembered where they were."
Ventures looked at Tirek confused.
"Remembered what master?"
"The hall of legends was of course, every castle in Equestria has them."
The centaur started to walk along the giant wall, observing the pictures as if they were a book.
"This, is the tale of the masked knight!" he exclaimed.
"Legend tells of a knight who was so powerful, he couldn't die. On this wall, it shows his biggest triumphs. He's conquered an entire city! He's defeated a powerful demon and has even defeated an evil king! Yes indeed, he will do nicely."
Ventures found herself mesmerized by the wall. Such a creature shouldn't even be allowed to exists!
"Do you think he is here?" she asks the centaur.
Tirek shoots a look at the hooded mare that sends a shiver down her spine. His voice then sounds like thunder as he shouts at her.
"Of course he is here! I've sensed the power with in him!"
The centaurs voice quiets down and Ventures takes her hands off her ears. The centaur looks away from here and back toward the wall. He stares at a image of the masked knight holding the tyrant kings head in his hand and has it raised over him. However, the legend didn't stop there. He slowly moved his eyes toward the far right and saw the image of a slain beast under the knight. The image bothered Tirek, it bothered him a lot. Was he the one under the knight? Was that his destiny? He didn't want to find out. If he was to absorb the knights energy and grow stronger, he needed to kill him personally, but first, he needed to get the small problems out of the way.
"Ventures. Gather any troops you can find. Its time I pay some old colleges of mine a visit."
Jason didn't know why. He didn't know why he felt so in danger now. It felt as though someone looked into his mind and put a target on him. He felt uneasy and couldn't think straight. The revenant looked up and saw he was still walking behind the crusaders. His heavy boots slushing in the melting snow under the sun. Jason blinked his eye and relaxed it. He didn't remember why he was following the crusaders. The last time he heard them before drifting off to space was something about "telling the others?" Jason guessed they were referring to their friends. The ones who with them years before. Jason had to be honest with himself, he couldn't wait to see their reactions. The crusaders had informed him it has been fours years since he killed Sombra. Four years and everything looked as though it didn't change. Everything was still in its place years prior. He didn't however notice the age of the crusaders and how they looked as though they were in middle school now instead of elementary. Besides that everything looked the same.
The three fillies soon ran up to a snow covered tree house and furiously knocked on the door. Jason cocked his head as he caught up to the children and waited just like them. A fast swing of the door opening and Jason took back what he thought about everything looking the same. A teenage dragon, wearing a black long sleeve shirt and green sweats was standing in the doorway. He gave a smile toward the crusaders but when he saw the wolf man behind them, seeing his muck covered bones, blackish skin, and dagger like teeth, he passed out right on the spot! The crusaders hurried to his aid while Jason stood their stiff as a board. Yep, totally hilarious.
Discoveries
Fresh baked cookies filled the air within the Cake's bakery. From scents coming from pies, cookies, pastries, to even muffins. A grey unicorn with a blonde mane was ordering half a dozen muffins. Her eyes were in two different directions and her tongue was sticking out of her mouth. The orange skinny stallion behind the corner happily put a basket of muffins on top of the counter and the grey mare picked it up and placed two gold coins on the table. She waved goodbye and turned but collided with the front door, breaking it off its hinges. Mr. Cake signed.
"That's another few bits toward the door."
Mr. Cake then heard a high pitch voice in his ear, nearly giving him a heart attack.
"MR. CAKE!"
The stallion put his hand to his chest and staggered back some. He gave a annoyed look as he put himself together. There standing in front of him was Pinkie Pie. His, somewhat creepy, employee Pinkie Pie. She had the usual wide smile on her face and she was jumping up and down as if the floor was a trampoline. Mr. Cake signed again and fixed his bakery hat.
"What is it this time Pinkie?" he asked.
The pinky pony stopped bouncing and reached into her hair. Mr. Cake felt his eye twitch. When ever the mare wound reach inside her hair, she always pulled something weird out of it. Little over a week ago she pulled out an entire damn tricycle! Pinkie Pie huffed as she found what she was looking for. She pulled out from her hair a piece of paper. An order, Mr. Cake figured. She then plastered it on the stallions nose, giving a small giggle as she did so. He pulled the sticky note off and looked it over. He then gave a surprised look.
"A delivery to Twilight's house?" he asked.
Pinkie Pie nodded furiously. Now her smile was eating into Mr. Cakes soul. He chuckled nervously and went into the back to see if the order was ready. Indeed it was, a bright red and white cake with red lettering at the top.
'Welcome Home Jason!' it read.
Mr. Cake shrugged off the bizarre comment and carried the small cake to the front desk where Pinkie Pie was dressed in her delivery outfit. By this point, Mr. Cake wasn't going to ask how she did it so fast. He handed her the cake and she vanished out the front door. Pinkie Pie was bouncing all the way toward Twilights house. The thickness of the snow not stopping her as she sprinted toward the tree house. It was one of the lit houses in Pony Ville at the time. She stopped dead in her tracks as she reached the front door of the tree house. She knocked what seemed like a hundred times until the front door slowly opened. What she was expecting was either Twilight or Spike, but instead was broad shoulder, black furred, and damaged mask wolf man starring down at her. Pinkie didn't let it bother her though as she gave a questionable look before returning to her wide smile.
"OH! Mr. Jason! Is this for you?" she said. Holding the cake out toward the wolf man.
Jason grabbed Pinkie by the back of her neck and swung her into the house, slamming the door behind him. She had a surprised look on her face, this was something she wasn't expecting. He carried her into the kitchen were Twilight, the crusaders, and Spike were sitting. He dropped her and Pinkie landed on her hooves, still holding the cake. The crusaders grew smiles of their own and quickly rushed over and grabbed the cake before putting three coins in Pinkie's hand. She returned to her jovial smile and sat down in one of the seats.
"Sorry if Jason was a little rough Pinkie Pie." Twilight said.
The pink mare shacked her head.
"Not at all! It was fun!"
Every one looked at each other rolled their eyes. Jason stood in the doorway of the kitchen, not moving. Apple Bloom set the cake down on the kitchen counter, she and the rest of the crusaders walked back over toward the revenant and hugged his legs. He looked down at them and patted their heads.
"When did you get back mister Jason?" Pinkie asked.
The revenant cocked his head. Apple Bloom looked toward the wolf man and answered for him.
"He just got back yesterday." she said.
The filly looked back to discover Pinkie missing a embarrassed Twilight and Spike behind. Both were pinching the temples of their noses. Jason felt the pink ones presence behind him, he snapped around and saw her picking at his exposed bones. She was tapping on Jason's ribs by this point with a very questionable look. Jason breathed deeply, catching her attention. Pinkie looked up and saw Jason's teeth grinding above her. She giggled with embarrassment and darted back around to her seat. Twilight looked over the revenant again with a confused look of her own.
"Pinkie does have a right to be curious though. How is Jason alive?"
Everyone looked toward Jason, he was watching a spider climb down the kitchen wall. it was obvious his attention was taken away from the conversation. Twilight saw this as a sign.
"His brain must be jelly by now with how long he was underwater and possible blows to the head he's received." she said.
Jason was prodding the spider now with his finger. The arachnid bit him but the wolf man showed no pain, instead he lifted his finger with the spider's fangs still in his finger. He cocked his head once more. The crusaders giggled at the sight. Pinkie Pie then suddenly was gone again and she reappeared onto Jason's head. Everyone held their breathe as the wolf man slowly, lifted his head to see two bright blue eyes looking at him. He then grabbed his axe next to him and swung but Pinkie was already gone. She was right back in her seat. However no one paid attention as they observed Jason try to pull his axe out of his head. With a violent sound of cardboard being ripped, Jason pulled out his axe and looked over the blade. Now Twilight was even more curious as to why he didn't die from that or not a single ounce of blood came out.
"Something must have brought him back to life." she concluded.
"But what?" asked the crusaders.
Twilight leaned back in her chair and scratched her chin. She had only one option.
"Do you three mind if I keep Jason here for a few days?" she asked the fillies.
The crusaders looked at Twilight was cautious looks. They worried she was going to cut Jason open and see what brought him back. They worried something might go wrong, Jason getting angry and possibly killing Twilight, or the alicorn blowing their friend up. The last one was their best guess. Though, they were curious as well. The crusaders didn't ask Jason how he came back yet and to be honest, they didn't care. They soon came to a decision.
"Okay." they said.
Twilight gave a warm smile and put her hand on their shoulders. Jason was still playing with the spider on his finger.
Jason didn't know why he was still in in this tree house. All he knew was his friends wanted him to stay in the tree house for a few days so that they would tell everyone he was alive. Jason didn't care much for the others company, matter of fact he preferred to just the crusaders. They have become like sisters to him since he has been in Equestria. He would only do what they say, as long as its nothing absurd. All this time, the purple one had Jason sit in a seat and has been hovering over him for the past few hours. Levitating a clipboard next to her and looking over Jason's bones, fur, even his exposed teeth. She stood up and examined the spot where Jason had struck himself with his axe. All the meantime, her breasts where mere centimeters from Jason's nose. He paid no attention to it however as the wolf man was bored out of his mind.
Twilight levitated a flashlight toward her and gripped it the moment it hit her palm. She clicked it on and shined the light in Jason's left eye. She tried to see if the pupil would dilate but to her suspicions it didn't. She figured something must be wrong with Jason's head if the eyes didn't respond to direct light. He didn't have symptoms of a concussion which is what made Twilight more curious. She then shined it on his other eye, but Twilight let out a small scream as she discovered their wasn't one. Instead was a part of Jason's skull looking back at her accompanied by an empty eye socket. Jason didn't move. She quickly grabbed the flashlight and shined inside his skull again. It was empty, and very dry. Jason was more decomposed then Twilight thought. He was a walking corpse! Another hint of curiosity came to Twilight. She pulled back from Jason and looked at his mask.
"If you don't mind Jason. I'm going to look under your mask."
Jason shacked his head. Twilight didn't want to argue, fearing what Jason might do if she went against his wishes. She grabbed her clipboard out of the air and looked it over. Jason had barely any blood in his system, it was only found in his vital organ spots but even then their was barely any. His skin looked as though you could peel it off like a banana. Then theirs the case of Jason's skull exposed. Twilight thought it best to leave that part alone, figuring the wolf man was far gone from being normal. She still however needed to find out what resurrected Jason. Biting her lip, Twilight engulfed her horn in magic. Jason snapped his head up and observed the pretty colors.
"Okay...please don't be mad at me for this, but I need to test something." she said.
Jason cocked his head and observed as a violet stream of magic hit him dead in the chest but bounced off him. Hitting the book shelf behind the two. Jason looked at the burning pages falling of the shelf. Twilight looked as though she was going to pass out.
Lunar Landing
Three days had past and the crusaders had enough of waiting. The first rooster that croaked, and the first clock that rung. The crusaders were out their doors and running toward Twilights library. Apple Bloom sprinted through the marketplace, dodging and weaving between ponies as she ran. She ducked, barely hitting her head on crate being carried by a pony. She jumped over a fallen fruit stand, and ignored the ranting pony who was yelling at her. Apple Bloom ran full sprint out of the marketplace and soon was running toward the tree house. Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle soon joined her as the three saw the large tree house in the horizon of the morning sunrise. Although, Apple Bloom felt anxiety came over her as she noticed black scorched leaves amongst the green of the tree. She also noticed the entire top floor of the tree house windows were shattered. She worried that Twilight and Jason had gotten into a fight and the burns and shattered windows were left overs of the fight. If that was the case though,the police would've surrounded the tree house with yellow tape by now and either Jason or Twilight would be either dead or in handcuffs. Wouldn't be the first time Twilight got the police on her flank for noise complaints. Though that only made Apple Blooms anxiety increase and she could feel herself slowing down. She didn't notice the burning in her lungs and the rapid beating of her heart, she was to fixed on the tree house. The three stopped a good ten feet from the front door and gazed apon it. More burn marks could be seen and now slash marks from a blade were visible, the crusaders felt their hearts skip a beat and their stomachs twisted. Apple Bloom shuffled her hooves against the dirt and slowly walked toward the front door.
She gulped and knocked two times. Nothing. She knocked again and got the same answer. She looked back toward her friends who somehow got very close to her without Apple Bloom knowing. So much they were practically leaning on the country filly.
"Do...do you think their okay?"
"How should I know?"
"Would ya'll be quiet! I heard something."
Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle silenced themselves and watched as Apple Bloom put her ear to the door. Her cheek mushed against it and she heard heavy footsteps inside. Their were multiple steps, both of hooves and heavy boots. She signed and pulled away form the door with a small smile on her face. She put a hand to her heart to see if it was still beating, with a healthy beat she signed again.
"Their inside, I can hear their voices and I can hear Jason's boots hitting the floor."
Scootaloo grabbed the handle and her eyes widened as the front door slowly creaked open. Inside the library were walls covered in black scorches and books were on the floor destroyed. Spike was laying on the floor spread eagle with a book covering his face. The crusaders walked in and Apple Bloom slightly kicked Spike on his foot. She scrambled and shot straight up with the book falling to his lap. He took it off and saw the three fillies looking at him.
"Oh uh...hey girls."
His voice was embarrassed and the crusaders the nervousness in his body language. The looked at each other.
"Where are Twilight and Jason Spike?" Sweetie Belle asked.
The drake scratched his head and closed his eyes. Spikes head was ringing and he felt as though he had a hang over. He stood up and signed apon seeing the library in ruin. He imagined the countless hours of restocking the shelves once Twilight order new ones. Almost half the library selection was either burned to a crisp or in the other room. Speaking of which...
"Twilight isn't here, she went Canterlot to pick up almost a carriage load of new books."
The crusaders looked at each other with confused looks.
"If that's the case, who was talking with-?"
"I must admit Sir Jason, your immortality is enough to rival me and my sisters."
The fillies and Spike looked toward a door opening to the kitchen and saw the co-ruler of Equestria, Princess Luna walking with a surprisingly calm Jason next to her. Luna had a happy look on her face while Jason was looking straight ahead with his axe still in his left hand. Luna and Jason stopped as they noticed the fillies and Spike looking at them. Luna smiled at the crusaders.
"Welcome children, I must apologize for the surprise visit and the condition of the library but Twilight got carried away with Jason's immortality and she tested every destruction spell know to unicorns AND alicorns. She is fortunate to not have destroyed her entire library with the amount of spells she casted. I must admit myself though, when I came last night and saw Sir Jason sitting calmly on a couch and Twilight Sparkle casting spells on him just for it to bounce off was quite amusing."
She looked toward the revenant who was lifting the crusaders and putting Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo on his shoulders while Apple Bloom climbed on top of his head. Luna giggled.
"And I must admit his relationship with you three is absolutely adorable."
The crusaders giggled and hugged Jason's head as the wolf man stood at his full height, not moving a muscle. Spike picked up remaining books on the ground that weren't destroyed, what ever remained. Luna sat down on a semi burned couch and the crusaders climbed off Jason and sat near next to him as he sat on the couch. He looked into space as the ponies engaged in conversation.
"Have you learned anything from Jason Princess?" Apple Bloom asked.
Luna tapped her chin with her finger and gave a puzzling look. She then smiled and looked back at the crusaders.
"Actually, I learned a lot about him from his dreams."
The crusaders looked at the stiff as a board wolf man.
"He dreams?" Sweetie Belle asked.
Luna looked at Jason and saw his teeth slightly gape open and then close. He wasn't staring into space, he was indeed listening. Just in his own way. She smiled again and looked down at the fillies using his lap as a pillow.
"Oh yes, its mostly of his childhood though and remembering his mother. Other times he remembers fighting with various enemies."
"He didn't get made at you for looking through his thoughts?" Apple Bloom gave a surprised look.
"They way I convinced him I was a friend was actually lifting a horrifying night mare from his current dream." she said nonchalantly.
Luna looked back toward Jason was slightly turning his head toward her. She could see the half closed eye behind his mask. She could see the calm look in his eye and how for the first time in his life, she could see Jason was well rested.
"Though, he had a very odd way of thanking me" Luna said as her cheeks turned red and her voice went lighter.
The crusaders smiled and if they were being told a fairy tale. They felt Jason lift his arm and move it toward Luna. The three giggled as Jason patted Luna on her head and stroked her mane. She signed happily and her cheeks were brighter. Jason cocked his head at the reaction. He did it with the crusaders so he figured the pretty blue pony liked it to, though it seemed as though she liked it to much. He patted her head once more and pulled his arm back and laid in on his axe. The fillies giggled as Luna regained her bearing. Apple Bloom then remembered a question she wanted to ask.
"Wait princess. Why are you besides wanting to have a date with Jason?"
Luna's blush returned with a vengeance and soon her entire face looked like a tomato. She scrambled to find her voice again as it only came out a grunts. She couched into her fist and breathed.
"I...didn't come here for a date Apple Bloom, I came here to ask Sir Jason for help."
"What sort of help?" Scootaloo chimed in.
Luna rubbed the back of her neck. She didn't ant to get the fillies mixed in with the situation with the Disciples of Tarturus, but after receiving a report from scouts saying their marching for PonyVille, she had not choice but to tell.
"Well you see little ones, I-"
A sudden explosion brought the entire side wall of the library into a hellish blaze and the couch was flipped over, causing the crusaders and Luna to fall to the ground. Jason landed on his boots and his chest raised in anger. Luna was on one knee as she looked over the children.
BOOM!
A large cannon shot past Jason as it impacted the wall behind him and made a deep crater in it. The sound or the cannon didn't even faze him. Luna grabbed the fillies using her magic and lifted them to the upper part of the library where Spike took each one in his arms and lightly set them down next to him. Luna flew to the upper level and gave a serious tone to the four.
"Stay here and by Faust don't come out!"
Luna shot down and landed next to the revenant. Her horn engulfed itself in purple magic and Luna's eyes turned pure white. She reached out and a sword manifested in her hand. She then felt her elegant dress change to hardened Lunar armor. Jason shot a looked toward Luna as she got in a ready stance. He shrugged and gripped the handle of his axe. A cloud of dust blocked their vision from seeing their attackers, but Jason could smell them. He could smell their blood boiling with excitement. For what though? Jason's eye widened as he saw fast moving figures approaching him and Luna. Each letting out war cries. His eye narrowed and he exchanged a look with Luna. She had a wide smile on her face and Jason could see the readiness and bravery in her eyes. He grinded in teeth and nodded.
Two purple figures shot magic bolts, Luna used her sword to block the shots while they simply bounced off Jason. The two swung their weapons. Luna collided her sword with the first attackers mace and the two were at a power stand off. Pushing against one another. Jason felt himself being lifted off the ground as large talons impaled his chest. He was sent crashing through the roof, dropping his axe. Luna kicked her attackers gut and then kneed him in the jaw, earning a satisfying sound of pain coming from him. She swung her sword but again made contact with her enemies mace. She growled and grabbed him by his arm. He retaliated with punch to her cheek and threw her to the side. Luna shot up and used her wings to shoot herself like bullet toward her attacker. He dodged and kicked her in the side. Luna grunted as she was sent flying into a bookshelf. She landed hard on the ground but moved as her attacker swung his mace, leaving a hole in the shelf. Luna kicked him in his gut and then used her agility to kick him again in his lower jaw. He flew backward and landed on his stomach.
Luna smirked as she charged her horn with magic. She shot a bolt toward the attacker but he swiftly moved out of the way. Luna shot multiple blasts but the attacker was fast enough to avoid each one. She then threw her sword in front of the attacker, guessing his direction. She was correct as the sword impaled the attackers leg, piercing straight through it. He screamed in pain and fell to the ground, scrambling to pull the blade out. Luna smirked and stood over the attacker. She grabbed the hood he was wearing and lowered it, revealing a stallion. She gave a confused look and looked further down the cloak. Her eyes widened. The Disciples of Tarturus had arrived in PonyVille.
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