The Three legends

Twilight's castle

The Survivor looked out the window to see a large crystal like structure standing tall in the sun. He'd be lying if he said it wasn't impressive. The chariot made it's way around, circling around and landing on a pad like platform. The door to the chariot opened up and Luna made her way out first. The Survivor hated to admit it but...she looked good going. He shook his head and made his way off the chariot which was easier said then done. It took a few attempts but he managed to get up from the seat in the chariot and make his way out of to the platform. The sun shined on him and he's sure if he wasn't wearing his armor it feel great on his skin. Luna was waiting for him as he walked over to her following her lead.

The castle was huge, the ceiling was at least twenty or so feet high. The walls were a dark purple and banners were hung all over. The inside was dark, probably from the lack of this light. The Survivor was having trouble seeing and Luna's color was blending a little with the dark making it hard to follow her. He decided to turn on his blue lights that were attached to his helmet. Luna jumped when they turned on suddenly. She couldn't believe he was able to light up the hall so much but she didn't question it.

They continued walking pass sets of doors, getting deep into the castle. The Survivor's curious mind was starting to wonder on how long it could of took to make this place. It would take him a good amount of time to make his settlements. Defense took at least a week, building home a little less time but time all the same. The Survivor looked around inspecting the walls and floor when he noticed that a picture was hanging on the wall. It was of a alicorn like Luna but purple and seemed shorter to her. He wondered if that was this Twilight Luna taked about, as they came to the end of the hall Luna stopped and turned around.

"Alright, here we go. My sister is waiting for you on the other side of these doors." Luna went over to a chair near by and sat down.

The Survivor was confused, "I thought you were coming with me?"

Luna looked down slight sadness in her voice, "I would...but my sister said she washed to talk to you alone. She wanted to make sure YOU wouldn't be a problem to the ponies here and also wanted a read of your character." Luna looked up at him, secretly hoping Celestia would allow her plan to pass.

The Survivor was slightly saddened by this as well, "well...I guess I can manage. I'm a big guy I'm sure I can take whatever she was to offer."

Luna giggled, "right well, good luck...Soul." She blushed lightly as she said his name.

The Survivor didn't notice, "Soul? Is that what your gonna call me?"

"Yes, unless that's not what you want me to call you!" Luna answered fast, almost tripping on her words. This made the Survivor laugh lightly, as he pushed open the doors.

The Survivor walked into a large room pillars all around a table which was surrounded by chairs. They were made of crystal and in one of the chairs had a large white alicorn sitting in it. She was large about as tall as a death claw, her curves were far more noticeable then Luna's. She had a long horn and wings and was wearing a dress alot like Luna's but seemed color coded to her. Her hair was waving in an nonexistent wind again like Luna's. He was starting to see why they were sisters.

She stood up making the dress cling to her body. The Survivor gulped, wondering why in the hell the two women he's seen in this world look like they could be in adult movies. Celestia waked over to him having to look down slightly at him.

"Hello human, or do you want me to call you soul?" She extended her hand which he shook. Her grip was delicate, so he let up on his grip substantially. Celestia couldn't believe her eyes, he was so different. The thick metal skin, wide shoulders, bright light that was hurting her eyes. "Could you maybe turn off you spell? I assure you the lighting in here is fine."

The Survivor giggled nervously, "oh sorry, I forgot I had them on and if you want to Soul is fine." He turned them off. Celestia was right the light here was fine. "Should I sit down or...something?" He motioned toward the chairs.

Celestia nodded her head and walked over to sit down. The Survivor decided to sit next to her seeing as the chairs were set weird. He got as comfortable as he could and got ready for the conversation.

"Would you like some tea, maybe some food?" Asked Celestia, as she floated a cup and plate to him. The Survivor was thankful that he had a helmet on. He knew that if he could see the face he was making he'd fall of the chair onto the floor laughing his ass off. He just added this to his list of questions and whipped the look he had off his face.

"Sorry I'll have to decline." The Survivor was incredible hungry and the fresh looking food almost elipted a growl from his stomach. He pushed down the feeling of hunger, he had to many questions and hunger could wait.

"As you wish, now let's discuss the matter at hoove." She crossed her legs and placed her hands in her lap. "My sister believes that you aren't here to hurt my little ponies. I have called you here to make sure this is true." She had a plain look to her face. The Survivor couldn't read her, so weather or not she didn't like him was unknown.

He sat back and relaxed his body, "I assure you your highness. I wouldn't harm any of your subjects if anything I'd help them."

Celestia raised an eyebrow to him, "oh really? Why would you might I ask?" Little did Celestia know, she had just opened a box of very old emotional turmoil. One that the Survivor would of preferred stayed closed.

He sat up a little more and cleared his throat, getting ready to speak. "I...don't like taking about it but, yes you can ask." He took a deep breath, getting ready by boarding up his tear ducts and stressing his muscles under his armor. "I use to be married, but my wife was killed but a guy named Kellogg."

Celestia went stiff, the thought of losing your loved one like that. The Survivor cleared his throat, the emotions stuck there making it hard to continue. "I'm... It's been some time sence then but it still has alot of weight to it. Anyway when she died I was in a pod frozen, for some reason I woke up just as Kellogg and somebody else were opening my wife's pod. They wanted our son Shaun for some damn science experiment. I was forced to sit there and watch as my wife struggled to keep our son in her arms. Screaming to leave and let go and Kellogg.... He just shot her in the head. I couldn't move I couldn't say or scream, I couldn't even look away!" The Survivor had lost it a little but put himself back in control. "Sorry...anyway no matter how cold that cryo liquid was nothing put the heat off my rage down. If I burned any hotter with hate I would of melted the metal that pod was made of...but instead I go back under. I wake up in a waste of my formal city."

Celestia was in complete shock, just...How! How could anything living go through something like that. Here she was trying to accuse him of being a danger to her people. She honestly fealt she owed him an apology.

"Oh, oh my I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to open up such a horrible wound, please forgive me." Celestia tried to apologize for making the Survivor remember these events.

He waved it off as if it didn't hurt to bring up his wife, "Oh it's fine just...I couldn't help her because I was locked up." The Survivor stood up, "I promised myself that day that I would never let anyone get hurt as long as I could help it." He stood there for a bit but glanced down in his armor's heads up display. The fusion core he had was getting low and was about to go out, he walked over to a clear area of the room.

"What are you doing, Soul?" Celestia asked while following him, "I'd hate to say it but were not quite done yet." She stopped when the Survivor went still facing her and all of a sudden he bent his backlegs and extended his arms. His skin moved and some movement could be seen behind him. She was about to ask him what was going on when from behind Soul walked a slightly smaller creature. It had metal armor on it's forearms and strange white plastic covered it's chest, legs, and the top of it's head. There also seemed to be some kind of blue outfit underneath it all. "Umm...Soul, is that you?"

"In the flesh, sorry my armor was running low on fuel." He said as he pulled out another fuel cell and put it in the armor. Celestia stood back as he reentered the suit the metal covering him head to toe. "I love this suit."

"Suit?" Celestia said as she walked up to him putting her hand on the cold metal, "This isn't your true form? Luna was quite certain you were a metal being."

The Survivor couldn't hold back his laughter, "she thought I was living metal! Well don't that beat all, I've been called alot of things. That right there takes the cake!" He continued laughing, not noticing Celestia's ears perk up to the word cake.

"Well it was an honest mistake, you even had me fooled." She tried to defend her sister but it only made him laugh a little more. "Alright, let's get back to the matter at hand." She walked back over to the center of the room and sat back down in her chair. The Survivor after getting a hold of himself walked back over and waited for the next question.

"Now...my next question, how experienced are you in combat?" Celestia said as she crossed her legs again.

The Survivor thought about this, "Well...I've been fighting sence I first left my pod and I was in the military sence before the bombs fell."

Celestia sipped her tea, "So what are these 'bombs' you've talked about? I believe there some kind of weapon from what I've heard."

"You'd be right your highness, we destroyed ourselves with the very thing we built to protect us. I walked around those lands for two years helping who I can, but there's only so much. Only so many you can help." He looked down, remembering those he lost along his way.

Celestia put her tea down, "what kind of dangers have you faced?"

"I've fought, giant scorpions, super mutants, raiders, death claw you name it. Changes are I've killed at least one of them. I don't like killing raiders but what can I do, they refuse to listen to reason." The Survivor, decided to take off his helmet.

Celestia saw a large scare that went down the left side of his face and went over his eye. There also seemed to be a few small scares on his lip and right cheak. His main was a dark black and his eyes were a deep brown like a deer. He grabbed a crumpet from the flouting plate and ate it, a look of pure bless on his face.

"Oh my god, these are delicious! It's been sooo long sence my last tast of fresh food." He continued to eat forgetting about the questions after having to relive the loss of his wife. He could use something to eat, and a beer didn't sound to bad either.

Celestia's ears flaten, "how long HAS it been sence you last had regular food?"

The Survivor whipped his face with his armored sleeve and swallowed, "Well...all together over two hundred years." He answered taking another bit of crumpet.

Celestia stopped mid sip of her tea, "your....over two hundred years old?" She looked at him not able to believe him.

He smiled as he finished the crumpet, "Yeah I wasn't awake for most of it but yeah I'm over two hundred years old." At this point the Survivor had gotten over the idea of being that old, after all he looked really good for his age.

"I'm quite surprised, I've yet to meet a being that has centuries under his belt. I for one have more years then you but let's continue to the last question."

"Oh woah woah woah, what?" The Survivor knew he heard that right and wasn't gonna let it slip by. "Your...older then me? How old are you?" He normally wouldn't ask such a question to a woman but, he had to know.

Celestia's face made a inacent look, "Well, I am over three thousand years old. My sister is over two thousand years old, one of the perks of being an alicorn...but also a curse." She looked down sad.

"I, I don't know what to say. You mean to tell me that...you and Luna are...immortal." A shocked look on his face

"Well....yes. We are immortal, me and my sister will live theoretically forever. We can die but only through wounds or sickness but if we avoid that then we can live forever." Celestia finished sipping her tea.

"Wh- I- ...wow, I can't believe I'm talking to a god. A real god, I mean this is a first for me." He honestly had never talked to an eternal being. "So...can you really move the sun?"

Celestia smiled, "yes I can and my sister CAN move the moon. In fact I use to move both of them but, then my sister returned from her....imprisonment." Her ears went down again, bringing up a sore memory.

The Survivor heard this, but didn't push it. She looked like she didn't like talking about it. It's amazing how easy it is to read I person when they have ears like that. "So....what's that last question?" He asked.

"Wha-oh, right" Celestia had forgotten their conversation, "the last question is, do you wish to return home?"

The Survivor was going to answer but...stopped. He actually had to put thought into this but ultimately decided. "Yes, I would like to go back."

"Are you sure? From what I hear of your world wouldn't you'd rather stay her?" Celestia said a surprised look on her face.

The Survivor smiled, "I would... But I still have people to help. I won't stay here long, I'll consider it a vacation." He stood up his armor making slight noise. "If that's it then I should be leaving, I'm sure Luna has a plan for me as far as where I'm gonna live." He waved to Celestia as he walked over to the door. Ready to start his little 'vacation'.