The Dragon Knight Of Equestria

A bright sunny sky ironically shined beautifully on a field. It could've been a perfect summer day, but the weather and the area seemed to disagree on the beauty due to what lay in the field.

Bodies. Many dead bodies littered the battlefield everywhere, many both new and old alike, the older ones were decomposing, the different bits of them falling apart as simple as mere patchwork. Many of them you couldn't find most of the limbs just the remaining bones, scraps of skin and bits of blobs lying about. Some of them casually piled in crude piles creating a grotesque piece of artwork. Many of the newer ones were scarier. They had life in those dead eyes and limbs. Many lives cut short or lives that did not want to end.

Much of the equipment those had used were still laying about. Swords, hammers, axes, and polearms. Their wielders were all dead. The weapons did not have even one drop of blood on them as if whatever did the deed wasn't even touched once.

If you looked closer, the entire area had fires that lit the entire area. Black smoke from some burning bodies slowly drifted through the air going away in separate blankets in different areas of the cloudless sunny sky.

There was not a single sign of life. Almost. The only sign of life was a lone figure who sat in the middle of the battlefield. The figure had appeared to meditating with his legs crossed over each other. His fingers were touching each other tips while his thumbs did the same leaving an open space between them. What really noticable was the fiery like aura that surrounded his body.

The figure was humanoid in appearance. Standing at 6'5 with a muscular and lean build. He had no hair atop his head. He had bronze skin that was almost the color of caramel. An array of dark black tribal markings covered his entire body with more intricate crimson red markings inside the black markings. In his jaws, he had four sharp fangs like canine teeth. His fingertips were armed with pitch black claws that looked to be sharp enough to rip and shred metal. His toes also were the same only being slightly smaller.

He wore dark baggy pants. On his forearms, he wore a dark black leather type of armor while his hands were covered in white wrappings.

"I see you been busy again, Erseid."

The figure eyes opened revealing menacing ruby eyes with thin black slits in either iris as both as red discs floated in pools of ink darker than night.

The one known as Erseid glared at a robed figure that stood in front of him. He wasn't glaring due being annoyed but in anger from never knowing who this figure was. When he first met him, he simply told him he was nobody.

"What do you want?"

"I merely came here to tell you that 'Darkness Is Rising'."

"With Tarturus following it." Erseid replyed

"Indeed."

"I doubt you simply came here to tell me that."

"Can I not come see how you are doing?"

Erseid continued staring at him at him.

"Fine be like that. By the way, you missed one." The figure spoke pointing behind him

Erseid said nothing as he continued staring at the figure. A lone soldier was still alive as he rose to his feet while picking up a bow. Notching an arrow, he pulled the drawstring back while aiming. He let go of the arrow causing it to soar towards Erseid head who merely sat there. The arrow approached him only for the aura to deflect it.

The griffon growled and turned to run away only to grunt in pain when something pierced through his chest. Glancing down he saw some shadow thing. The last thing he saw his heart being ripped from his chest.

The robbed figure brought the heart toward him while the shadow returned into his sleeve along with the heart.

"You are too soft."

Erseid glared at him not speaking a word.

"Before you leave, please dispose of the waste will you?" The robbed figure laughed before vanishing.

Erseid glared at the spot where the robed figure was for a little while longer. After a few moments, he started closing his eyes.

Soon the ground beneath him began to crack creating craters. The fiery red aura that surrounded him that began to slowly melt anything near it. Soon the aura started to change to a lava-like texture. Soon it began expanding destroying and melting anything it touched.

Twenty yards away the robbed figure watched all this with a smile underneath his hood. He continued even as the aura reached the spot he stood. Before it could consume him, he vanished.

Garyx was in a foul mood. That stupid mare. He couldn't understand how she was able to get on his nerves. Kindness? A heart? The very notion wanted to make him puke.

He couldn't help but think of his life though. His parents. Remonnet, Ana, Haruko. They had kindness in their hearts.

'Yet they still died!'

Garyx couldn't stop the one tear that escaped his eyes and had rolled down his cheek. If what that mare said was true then they wouldn't have died. Those humans would not have tried to kill him. So why did they die? Why was he forced to live on?

'Cause kindness only gets you killed.'

He hated having these thoughts of his parents and the humans he cared for, but their deaths were proof of that. He was not kind nor soft. That's the reason he is strong and still alive.

'Yet these ponies were kind and not enslaved or anything.'

Garyx shook his head.

'They will die eventually. The weak die and the strong survive.'

He was so caught up in his mind that he didn't see the tree in front of him until he bumped his head against causing to step back holding his head in pain and annoyance.

'Damn it.'

Looking up he saw it was a tree but the peculiar thing was that it was full of apples. Glancing around he saw more and more of them that seemed to stretch on forever.

'Must be that stupid farm I saw earlier.'

He was pulled from his thoughts when he heard a loud thunk. Blinking a few times, he glanced around the tree to see what was happening only to grunt in annoyance when apples fell on him.

'So it was the farm.'

"Hey are.....you....ok...."

Garyx glanced in annoyance at the pony that wore the stupid hat. The mare he also fought against that teamed up with the rainbow bitch.

Now he stood there with apples around staring in annoyance at the mare who returned a neutral look. He saw no anger or fear. Just a look that appeared to be annoyance.

"It's you."

"Know any other people who had beaten you in a fight?"

Garyx was satisfied when he saw the corner of her mouth twitch, but he didn't get any other response from her. The two just stood there looking at each other.

"Mind telling me why yer here?"

"Not to see you."

"So you just walking around?"

"Walking around."

"Stealing our apples?"

"Stealing?"

"Are you?"

Garyx watched her eyes narrow while she looked ready to jump at him. It was obvious she was looking for a rematch. Garyx started smiling showing his teeth.

"Perhaps not," Garyx started while bending over and picking up an apple causing the mare eyes to narrow at him. "Perhaps."

The two stared at each other. He watched the mare eyebrow twitch. He didn't know why she looked angry. Then again he did just took a bite out the apple in his hand.

'These are surprisingly good.'

"Yer thieving varment!"

Garyx watched the mare jump at him. He was more than ready to smack her away. What he wasn't ready for was a hand to reach out and grasp her by the collor of her shirt and lift her up all the while she kicked and scream.

"Big Mac! Let me go!"

"Enope."

Garyx just blinked before turning his attention to the new pony. The pony was huge compared to him. The pony easily towered over Garyx. He stood at six foot seven with red fur and orange hair or something Garyx guessed. He wore a simple white shirt and jeans with brown boots on his feet. What drew Garyx attention was the powerful corded muscle of him.

Usually, Garyx would just dismiss everything, but it was the stallion eyes that surprised him. They were full of wisdom and pain. He barely noticed it but he saw it.

"This plothole just stole one of our apples!"

The pony known as Big Mac glanced at his sister than at Garyx with an eyebrow raised. Garyx tensed his body. He wasn't afraid of this pony. He also doubted he could beat him in a fight. Instead, he watched as he slowly lowered Applejack who had a smug smile on her face.

"OW! What the hay was that for!?" Applejack shouted holding her head.

Garyx just blinked at what happened. He saw the stallion had moved and assumed he was going to attack him only flick the orange mare in the head with his fingers.

"Enope."

"You seriously going to let him....OW!"

Big Mac just flicked her head again.

"Will yer stop that!?"

He didn't say a word only to motion with his head at Garyx.

"WHAT!?"

Garyx wouldn't admit it, but he was finding this scene to be very funny.

"I am not apologizing to him!"

Garyx just watched him sigh shaking his head sadly.

She just stared at her brother before sighing.

"You have tried apologizing before and how did that turn out?"

She just clenched her right hand into a fist while grumbling something.

"What was that?"

"I wasn't apologizing."

Garyx just raised an eyebrow at her.

"Mah granny and brother wanted to thank you for saving Applebloom. So.....would you like to join us for dinner?"

There was no sound from anyone as they all just stared at each other. The only thing that could be heard was the wind blowing slightly causing the tree brushes to move.

"You kidding me."

The two just stared at him in confusion.

"Why the hell would I eat with you all?"

"Why wouldn't you?"

Garyx was silent for a minute.

"Cause you a bitch."

"What the hell did you call me!?"

"Did I stutter?"

"Why you..." Applejack started walking forward only to be stopped when her brother raised a hand in front of her.

"Big Mac this plothole is asking for it."

"Obvious he knows who the better one is."

"You..."

Garyx just shook his head while turning and picking up another apple devouring it whole all the while smirking at the two. He was satisfied with the mare shaking in anger. The stallion expression was what surprised him the most. Instead of anger, there was sadness. It was like he was staring into his soul with those eyes. Garyx wouldn't admit it, but they creeped him out.

"Thanks for the apples they were delicious," Garyx spoke while turning and walking off.

When he was fifty yards away Applejack turned towards her brother with a glare that could probably kill a manticore.

"Why are you just letting him get away with this!?"

He didn't speak a word but turned and began walking off.

"Big Mac!"

The giant pony stopped in place.

"Why?"

The two stood there in silence before he finally spoke.

"There's a story behind every pony. There's a reason why they are the way they are. Think about that before you judge somepony."

"He not even a pony." Applejack grumbled under breath.

"No. But he lives and breathes the same like us. Everypony deserves to live."

"When the buck did yer become a scholar?"

Big Mac didn't speak but shrugged his shoulders.

"Enope."

"Yer enjoying this." Applejack deadpanned

All she got was a smile.