Clash of the Legends

"...come on, you're gonna make it!" Aerlion shouted, but to Celestia it came into her hearing as a muffled cry. "You're gonna make it, just stay with me!" He continued. His brown fur was splashed by Princess Celestia's silvery blood, a stark contrast to the dull brown of his own fur. His white mane was smoothed back, just to ensure he didn't introduce anything that was in his hair into Celestia, and to top it all off his cheeks were red from the excessive CPR he was doing to ensure Celestia remained alive, and in the competition. Her magenta eyes were struggling to remain open, even through Aerlion's shouting at her to remain alive. The wound from Hunter's horn had almost gone through her heart, had she not have moved slightly as he plowed the 15-inch spike into her chest. Aerlion was going to show no mercy yo the original Scorch, just for part of him coming out and doing that to Celestia.

Aerlion's muscles were fully strained from the amount of times he'd pushed on her chest to keep her blood flowing. But he would continue. As far as he could tell, he had been performing CPR for 5 hours, without any stopping. If he was truly honest, HE was on the brink of passing out. But with a lack of hatred for the mare, due to the fact he had had...intimate encounters with her twice AND that they had been hugging for around 2 days, he pressed on repeatedly to ensure her life. It was all going well; up until the point where she violently convulsed and fell still. No breathing, no pulse, nothing. Aerlion stopped, feeling himself about to burst into tears.

She...she's...gone? he thought. No. She can't just die! She's Princess-bucking-Celestia! Impossible! Rage filled the stallion, as he let his hooves to the sky and yelled at the top of his lungs. He had no other choice: the mare he loved now lay dead in front of him. And, he didn't know what the Architect said would happen if they actually died. For all he knew, the ruler of his homeland may well have actually died, and he may have, to his horror, killed her.

Aerlion continued like this for 2 whole hours, sat alone in a dark barn, the only source of light being a dim glow from Celestia's mane. Even that had stopped flowing. All of a sudden, Aerlion stopped. Looking up, the fires of hatred in his eyes, he remembered who had done it.

Scorch-Mane is a dead stallion. I'm not stopping until I have his head on a pike.

And with that, Aerlion Drift's hatred for Scorch-Mane continued for several hours, until logic finally impacted his brain.

Celestia could see nothing. No light, no ponies, no nothing. Is this what it's like? Is this paradise? Nothing?She thought to herself, slightly annoyed that the Church of Equestria was wrong again. They made a wrong guess at when the world would end, that the lord would come to Equestria, and many others. Just once, just ONCE, Celestia wanted them to be right. Where is my family? My old dog, Flare? The family cat? The old butler that died last year? And what about all the sweet cake?! Celestia was ruler, she wanted cake, goddammit! thoughts such as this crossed her mind as she (presumably) lay on a hospital bed with her contact lenses removed so she had her blue eyes again. Yes. She would have bleared vision when she woke up, and sexy blue eyes like she did before she had to start wearing those ridiculous pink eye-colouring-things.

"...priiiinceeeeeesss..." came a distant voice. All of a sudden, she could make out a faint light, forming in a horizontal crack along her vision, just big enough to make out. The voice came again. "...wake uupppppp...pleeeeaaaassseee...."

Wait...I recognise that voice...Twilight?**

The crack in her vision grew larger, slowly yet surely, and eventually became large enough for her to make out a blurry purple figure, not inches from her side. Happy that her protege had come to her bedside to visit, Celestia used all the energy she had gathered during her rest to force her eyes open. The crack opened much faster during the boost of energy, revealing her surroundings.

Her room in the hospital, despite her request to be put in a normal room, was far from normal. Golden intricacies were emblazoned onto the wallpaper and elaborate oak furnishings. Looking slightly down, she saw that her covers were plain white sheets, with a purple hoof holding hers. As she followed it up to its owner, she immediately recognised the tiny body holding onto her hoof as though her life depended upon it. Her protege had this certain way of doing things, so she immediately recognised the frantic holding.

Smiling weakly, Celestia finally spoke to her worried student.

"I bet..." she hoarsely whispered. "...my eyes are blue...and sexy..."

Twilight simply rolled her eyes, and gave her teacher a loving nuzzle. Celestia returned, before she looked into the mirror over her student's shoulder. A bed-bound alicorn with rainbow mane stared back, and to her pleasure, had deep blue eyes. Even she found herself attracted to them for a moment, before shaking herself out of her stupor and speaking with her student.

"Oh good." Scorch sighed as he trudged down the street to the Town Hall. "I see she was a gossipy one, then." Looking out to the Town Hall ahead, a huge crowd of ponies were stood happily staring at him, a few waving hooves. And, smugly stood at the front, was Rarity, smiling innocently at him as though she had done nothing. Sighing audibly, he continued onwards, ignoring the huge crowd following him. Smile and wave...just smile and wave...impossible.

Regretting ever stepping into that Boutique and not sneaking about like an intelligent pony would, he noticed a crowd diverging from his 2 'o' clock position, all looking as though they had no intent to storm him and do...things...that...er, they...do to a temporary celebrity. Scorch, as he does, detests gaining too much attention. His life had been lived the same way wherever he went; meet a few ponies, make the occasional friend for life, bugger off to go and do it again someplace else. That's it. None of this staying in one place buisness. And he still didn't understand WHY he was famous! All he did was attack a monarch, who in turn had sex with hi-oh, he understood now.

But, now he had to find a way to escape from 3 crowds; 1 at the town hall, 1 behind, and 1 at his right. Judging by the town's layout, he would be able to get onto the rooves by a small service ladder somewhere. But, again.

Somewhere.