Game of Thrones: Equestria

“FALL BACK! ALL TROOPS FALL BACK” Lock screamed as he flew with Beorn, Imperius, and Marshall back towards the castle.

Hordes of undead swarmed into the city and the allied armies were barely able to keep them at bay. The three warriors flying in the air looked on in horror as the situation went from bad to worse.

“We need to regroup!” Lock said. He and the others touched down just outside the castle gates.

“Marshall! Go to your wives and stay with them!”

“The Tartarus are you on about!? I’m not leaving you and the boys!” Marshall snapped.

“Marshall! You are a father again, and our last line of defense!” Lock barked in Marshall’s face.

“If we fail, you are the only one who’s capable of keeping that undead bastard away from the Heart!”

“Heads up, we got company!” Imperius said as he clamped his visor down and a squad of undead soldiers came charging down the street.

“We can handle this, go now!” Beorn said as he removed his cloak and planted Kingslayer in the ground.

“It’s skull cracking time!!”

Within seconds the undead smashed against the heroes with Marshall reluctantly retreating into the palace along with a few guards.

“You look after my boy!” he shouted at Lock before the doors were shut.

The entire main hall was in a panic as several citizens rushed to the lord regent for answers along with a few officers in the palace guard.

“My lord, what are your orders?”

“Bring everypony to the main hall and set up barricades in case the enemy breaks through!” Marshall said while marching past the crowd before another explosion shook the palace.

“Where’s Shining Armor and Princess Cadence?”

“With your wives sir, in the hospital wing.”

“Take me there now.”

“Get fucking back!” Lock screamed.

He clenched on his spear as hard as he could while whipping his whip-swords around. Dozens and dozens of undead soldiers fell victim to his blades’ relentless slashes. His breathing was heavy, his arms and legs burned, but he kept up his attacks. Lock backflipped high in the air with his arms spread out. He flared open his wings and flapped them vigorously as he cut through the horde like a knife.

“C’mon, you fuckers! I’ll slash every last one of you to ribbons!” Lock said as he then held his blades in front of him.

“THREE-SWORD STYLE! DRAGON HELLFIRE CYCLONE!

Lock spun around like a top while engulfing himself in flames. His attack whipped up a tornado of fire that cut and slashed anything and anyone in its path. The undead were helpless as the tornado tore through the lot of them.

Beorn and Imperius worked in tandem while taking on the undead. Beorn swung his hammer and crushed any undead in his way while Imperius twirled his inflamed spear in his hands.

“The damn things just keep coming!” Beorn grunted as he sent another skeletal soldier flying.

“Master, behind you!” Thunderbolt screamed as another one nearly knifed him in the back and was quickly skewered by Imperius’ halberd.

“There’s gotta be a way to thin their numbers!”

The attacks suddenly stopped when the undead began to make way for a figure in ancient armor with an aura of frost around him when Beorn noticed the undead were bowing before the creature. It was one of the generals.

“This bastard is mine…” Beorn said as he placed down Thunderbolt and called for Kingslayer with a snap of his fingers.

“Beorn! The hell are you doing!” Lock shouted.

“Let me handle this, uncle!” Beorn said and stood before the giant.

“You’re one big bastard, ain’t ya?”

SCREEEE!!

The creature spoke no words and even if it could, Beorn would not care what it would have to say. All he saw before him was an enemy that needed to be crushed and in the blink of an eye their duel began and both seemed to match each other move for move until the wendigo summoned a wall of icy spikes to defend himself from an attack that nearly cost him his head.

“You damn coward!” Beorn cursed before smashing the ice apart with his bare fist and lunged at his foe with the primal fury of a berserker as his one eye glowed a bloody red.

From atop the palace, all could see the young king engaged with the undead creature and began cheering him on as the sparks flew from their blades.

“Will he be alright?”

“Of course he will, he’s the son of King Wulfric!”

“But that monster looks like it could crush him!”

“Keep fighting, King Beorn!”

Imperius was about to go help Beorn with his opponent when his senses screamed to move to the right. The prince barely flew out of the way as a large ice lance flew past him. He turned around to see another one of the Windigo King’s generals glare at him with one more ice lance in his hand.

“Of course…” The prince said before tossing aside his helmet and marched towards his opponent.

Lock was too busy keeping the undead from swarming the gates and could barely focus on the two boys before he saw Beorn get tossed aside.

“AGH!! Why you…” Beorn growled as he prepared to charge.

“Beorn, hang on!” Lock shouted before the gates suddenly flew open and he turned to see Shining Armor leading the charge with the palace guard.

“Well your majesty, it’s about time!” Lock huffed after finally getting a breather.

“We can hold the gates, go help them.” Shining said just before they heard Beorn scream in pain along with the dying wails of the Windigo. Just as Beorn struck the killing blow, the creature summoned an icy dagger that pierced his side and the young kill fell to the ground badly wounded and bleeding.

“Beorn! Get him outta there! GET HIM OUTTA THERE!!” Lock screamed as the guards pushed through to form a protective circle and dragged him back inside.

“Aaagh! Damn bastard!” Beorn screamed in a mix of pain and anger as he was brought behind the gates.

Just as the Windigo’s life faded, hundreds of undead suddenly began to fall apart like the frail corpses they were and even the Windigo King let out a painful cry from across the field before the soldiers began to rally and push them back.

“Target the generals! Cut off the head, the body dies!” Shining Armor yelled over the cheers as they began a counterattack.

Beorn was dragged inside where he was immediately attended to by the castle nurses while his sister and Crysta came rushing over to see how bad he was hurt.

“Oh my stars! Beorn!” Crysta cried.

“Erf! Hey love,” Beorn said.

Lock skidded to Beorn’s side and immediately engulfed his hands in flames before pressing them on his wound.

“It’s a clean wound,” Lock said.

“You’ll be right as rain in about five minutes. But you’re a fucking dumbass for taking that thing on by yourself.”

“I wasn’t about to just back down…” Beorn said.

Lock made sure the wound closed up completely before snuffing out the flames on his hands and picked his weapons back up.

“I’m going back out there, you stay out for a bit,” Lock ordered and flew back outside.

As the fighting grew in intensity, the Windigo King calmly walked through the streets of fallen soldiers and with a single screech of his voice, new soldiers rose in place of the ones that fell. Fresher and stronger as they lashed out at the ones they once called their friends.

“Accursed creature…” One of the captains said before the area suddenly began to feel warm and a light equal to the sun began to brighten the darkened streets.

“You’ve stolen enough lives this day, monster.” Imperius declared as he marched down the street with the head of the general in his hand. The soldiers quickly parted ways for the prince as he held his trophy up to the king and reduced it to ashes before pointing his spear.

“You are next.”

The Windigo king said nothing as the remaining two generals attempted to move in but he held up his hand. As if accepting the challenge Imperius made, the Windigo king stepped forward while slowly drawing his sword.

“If…I…can’t…rule,” the Windigo king spoke, his voice sending a chill through Imperius’s very soul. “Then…it…will…all…freeze…”

“So you can talk after all…good.” Imperius said as he readied himself.

“Then you can understand when I say, my face will be the last thing you ever see!”

Like a rocket, the prince sprang forward and locked blades with the monster as their powers clashed against one another. The windigo king gave a quick order for his surviving generals to make their way to the palace as they turned into wisps while their army continued their advance into the city.

“Men keep them at bay! Do not let a single one escape!” Imperius shouted before he was suddenly pushed back by a blast of magic.

Inside The Palace

Marshall and his men were barricading the front entrance of the castle. They all grabbed a variety of furniture and shoved it against the door. Marshall gripped the handle of his sword and kept his eyes locked on the barricaded door.

“Looks good.” One of the soldiers said as he wiped the sweat from his brow.

“Aye, no undead is getting through this.”

“Don’t let your guard down, they’re crafty bastards.” Marshall said as he took a deep breath to relax.

“Sir, we’ve got this covered. Why don’t you go see your new foals?”

“Aye, we’ll let you know if anything happens.”

“Alright I won’t be gone long so-!!” Suddenly, Marshall noticed ice seeping in through the sides of the door and the air began to get colder as his breath suddenly became visible.

“By the gods! MEN! GET BACK!” Marshall shouted

CRASH

The soldiers were blown back as the furniture flew off with the doors. From the dust and debris, two figures slowly walked in. One held a pair of axes and the other held a flail.

Without a hint of fear, Marshall drew his blade and readied himself as the two windigo’s stepped to the side in an attempt to outflank him.

“You should’ve stayed dead.” Marshall said before their weapons began to clash and the men managed to spring to their feet as more undead came rushing down the hall.

“Keep them back!”

“Aye milord!”

As the fighting could be heard outside, Celestia and Luna’s little ones began to cry in fear of the noise while their mothers did their best to calm them down.

“Ohhh oh oh. Shh it’s okay my little ones, mommy’s here.” Luna said to her triplets while gently bouncing them in her arms.

“Shhh there there my little filly.” Celestia said in a soothing voice to her new foal.

Both princesses looked out the window with great concern.

“Marshall, Imperius,” Celestia said.

“Please make it out safe…” Luna said.

“WHITE SNAKE!”

Marshall thrusted his arm forward and covered one of the generals in his smoke. He made his smile clench around the general and Marshall threw it into the wall. The other general sprinted at Marshall and thrusted its spear at the lord regent. Unfortunately for the general, due to Marshall’s power, the spear passed through Marshall’s body as if he was made entirely out of smoke.

“Not good enough!” he shouted before kicking his opponent to the ground and prepared to deliver a killing blow when he was suddenly tripped up as the floor turned to ice.

The windigo loomed over the now dazed knight as it raised its spear to finish him off but just as it seemed the lord regents end had come, a loud gunshot rang across the hall and struck the undead creature in the shoulder and all turned to see Top Notch holding a smoking flint lock.

“Blast, missed!” he said before tossing aside his gun and drew his saber.

“Mind if we cut in?” Shouted the voice of Beorn who quickly went to work chopping the undead soldiers down by the dozens.

“You fools! This is not an enemy to be trifled with!” Marshall barked.

“Get back to the rear now! He is my foe!”

“Uncle, with all due respect,” Beorn said as his eye turned red and his muscles suddenly bulked up.

“SHUT UP!”

Beorn screamed at the top of his lungs and clashed with the general. His brute strength drove the accursed Wendigo general back as the veins in his head pulsated with pressure. Meanwhile, Top Notch was going toe-to-toe with one of the other Wendigo generals with Marshall. The two worked in tandem but the Wendigo managed to meet them head on.

“He’s too fast!” Top Notch said as he barely managed to evade a slash from the general.

“We need backup!”

“Look out!” Marshall shouted just as several shards of ice came flying at them and forced them to take cover behind the fallen debris while Beorn slammed his opponent into the marble floor as he managed to shatter his weapon and impale Kingslayer straight through the undead creatures chest as it instantly turned into shards of ice and decayed cloth.

“Now-WHO’S NEXT?!?”

FWOOSH!!

Beorn was suddenly pinned to the wall by a chilling gale before he spotted the Windigo King marching towards him yet the young king did not look afraid, he welcomed the challenge as he forced himself free and attacked when Lock came around the corridor to find his friends barely holding their own.

“Come on you frozen bastard! Show me what you got!!” Beorn shouted, enthralled by the thrill of the fight while his opponent parried each attack with ease.

Lock narrowed his eyes behind his mask and immediately flew right for the two combatants while slashing away at any undead. The Wendigo king noticed Lock’s approach and conjured a large spear of ice in his free hand.

“Ha! I’ll meet that head on you-!” Beorn said, when the king suddenly threw his spear and it soared right past the young king.

Everything went in slow motion as Beorn watched the spear hurdle right at his godfather. To his horror, the spear pierced right where Lock’s heart was, sending him flying backwards until he slammed against the wall and immediately went limp, dropping both his swords and letting go of his spear from his mouth.

“LOCK!!!” Marshall screamed.

“SIR DIMITRI!!! NO!!!” Top Notch cried.

Time froze instantly for Beorn as he looked at his godfather reduced to a corpse hanging on the wall and he could hear nothing but the sound of his heart beating rapidly as his vision turned red and his body took on a more beast-like form and all could feel the atmosphere grow more intense with each passing second.

“NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” Beorn cried out with primal fury as he lashed out and rained blow after blow against the undead king before smashing him through the wall and into the courtyard where the crystal heart resided.

“I’m going to take you apart one piece at a time!!” He declared before continuing his attack.

As the fighting continued, Lock found himself unable to move or speak as he barely managed to regain his vision and felt the pain of the spear in his chest. His breathing was labored, his hearing was deafened, and blood leaked out of his mouth. All Lock could see was the snowy floor and his feet from where he hung. He could hear faint voices, probably the undead, maybe Frost or Flare, perhaps his godson? He wasn’t entirely too sure. All he knew was that his body was going numb, and there wasn’t a thing he could do to heal himself.

A fool will always be a fool, he heard Lucifer’s dark whispers in his head. You will not meet the same luxuries as your predecessors. You will simply be another damned soul doomed for eternity…

Just as Lock’s eyes were about to close, he managed to hear a pair of footsteps walk his way. I’m his blurred vision, a set of boots stood in front of him. They did not move, not until Lock managed to slowly lift his head up from all the snow and ice covering his body. In his blurry vision, he saw a familiar face. A face who looked at him with a disappointed scowl and had his arms crossed. Somehow, Lock’s vision was becoming clearer, if only a little, and managed to make out who it was standing before his mortally wounded body.

“W…Wul…” Lock croaked at the face of his fallen comrade.

“Wul…fric…?”

“You have really stepped in it this time, my friend.” Wulfric shook his head as Lock managed to look up with a weak smile behind his cracked mask.

“It’s…good to…see you…” He wheezed before feeling the former king place his hand on his shoulder.

“This is not your end. Not yet. You must help them.” Wulfric said while slowly removing the mask to see Lock’s pained face as blood leaked from both sides of his mouth.

“I…can’t…I can’t…help anyone…” Lock said as tears fell from his eyes.

“I couldn’t…protect you!”

“That was not your fault.” Wulfric argued.

“You swore an oath to me, old friend, and now when you are most needed, do you intend to break that oath? I know you.” Wulfric said while making his friend look at him.

“You are stronger than this, our bond gives you that strength. Just as you have become part of my family, you have become part of my clan!”

Wulfric’s words resonated within Lock’s soul. He was right. Lock couldn’t just die like this without finishing his business in this world. Lock grit his teeth as Wulfric stepped back and he lifted his arm to grab the spear in his chest.

“Never…again…” Lock grunted as he pulled on the spear, ignoring the pain.

“Never…! Again…!”

Lock pulled on the spear more as small embers flickered off his body.

“Never! Again!”

He felt his heart pump more and more as the spear began to pull out from his flesh.

“NEVER! AGAIN!”

The flames starting to surround Lock began to change color from their usual orange and red to a pale blue.

“NEVER!! AGAIN!!”

As Lock continued to pull the spear out, he saw the Wendigo king get an edge on Beorn by forcing the young king back, almost slicing his head off. Lock screamed at the top of his lungs and managed to pull the spear out all the way, crushing it in his grip.

“NEEERVVVEERR!!!! AGGGGAAAAAAAIIIINNNN!!!!”

KA-BOOOOOM!!!

A massive pillar of pale blue flames erupted into the sky. The high winds almost immediately ceased, the moon and stars could be seen again in the sky, and the pillar of pale blue flames illuminated the battlefield and nearby castle. The allied and enemy forces were at a standstill as the pillar continued to rage into the sky with its brilliant light and intense heat. Inside the pillar, a figure slowly stood up straight with its cloak billowing in the uprising winds. In his fit of rage, Beorn could see the figure somehow had three sets of large wings. But when the pillar of flames began to dissipate, the figure then suddenly only had two. Once the pillar spread out to create a funnel of flames on each side, Beorn, Marshall, and Top Notch saw Lock standing with his swords back in his hands and his spear back in his jaw. The man’s eyes were glowing bright amber and his wings looked very different than before. They still had their usual crimson red glow, but the feathers all had pale blue highlights. The pale blue flames danced and flickered all around the area where he stood and his body looked as if he was made of pale blue flames. From the castle, Applejack, Rainbow, Thora, and Luta were watching the amazing spectacle from a distance with their young held close.

“Is…is that?” Thora said.

“Lock…” Rainbow smiled.

Lock slowly pointed Hell’s Flare at the Windigo King and his generals.

“That hurt…” Lock said.

“You owe me blood.”

In the midst of the confusion, Beorn was in complete shock at his godfather’s miraculous recovery and could not help but smile and dropped his guard for only a brief moment before he was impaled by two spikes of ice on both shoulders, making him roar in agony.

“BEORN!!” Marshall shouted before he was pinned down by another ice attack.

“Enough of this!” Top Notch shouted before he used a blinding spell on the general and was able to fire his last shot straight through the monster’s head.

Beorn, however, was still helpless as the Windigo king slowly approached him with a sadistic grin and raised his blade to deliver the killing blow.

“You…will now…serve…”

Beorn braced himself for the end when all spotted a red comet coming streaking towards them with a heat equal to that of the sun when Lock managed to make out a figure in the blinding light.

“GET AWAY FROM HIM!!” Imperius shouted as he crashed into the king and sent him sliding back with the force of his attack while Lock managed to get Beorn to safety.

“Uncle…”

“Don’t speak.” Lock said while leaning him against the wall.

Before the king could recover, Lock seemingly disappeared into thin air and was suddenly standing above the Windigo king. He reeled his leg back and kicked the king as hard as he could, sending him flying across the battlefield and crashing into a bunch of undead. Lock glanced around as noticed he was surrounded by the remaining generals who were all armed to the teeth and ready to attack him.

“Three-sword style…” Lock said as he readied his blades and pale blue flames flickered violently.

“PALE DRAGON TWISTER!!”

In a flash of blinding speed, Lock swung his swords and spear in a circular motion, creating a hurricane-like attack that consisted of pale blue flames and sword slashes. The attack managed to slice all the generals up into pieces as the flames burned them all to a crisp, soon rendering them into dust, to which even that was burned without a trace

With their generals dead, the undead army began to crumble as allied forces closed in along with Marshall and the rest of their friends.

“So you're the varmint that caused all this mess.” Apple Jewel said while cracking her knuckles.

“And you’re also the one who messed with my baby brother. You’re dead meat!”

“Save some for me.” Selene said while drawing her blade as she flew in next to Lock.

“Hello, my dear,” Lock said as he grit his teeth around his spear.

“Hello, love,” Selene said.

“Pretty flames.”

“Thanks, they’re a gift,” Lock said as he watched the king burst out from the horde of remaining undead and charge at the group.

“Be a dear and keep the undead off us? The boys and I are gonna finish this once and for all.”

Imperius met the undead king’s charge head on as their weapons clashed and fire and ice began to spew in all directions, changing the landscape and forcing many of their allies to fall back.

“This is for what you did to Beorn!!” Imperius shouted as he unleashed a blast of pure sunfire that sent his opponent staggering back for Lock to impale him on both shoulders as he let out a chilling shriek.

The king seethed at Lock, but his flames made him cringe away as Lock hoisted him over his head and threw him towards Marshall. Marshall clasped both hands around his sword, while also enveloping the weapon with smoke, and swung with all his might at the king. Marshall slashed a wide wound across the king’s chest before the king tumbled across the snow. Many undead went to aid their master, but Lock swung his swords around again to create a large ring of pale blue fire. Any undead that tried to pass through were immediately burned to a charred pile.

“No one can withstand the pale blue flames of Hell,” Lock announced as all the main fighters surrounded the king.

Lock took a stance with his swords and spear, Imperious gripped his sword tightly while shining like the sun, Marshall’s smoke billowed from under his armor, and Beorn thumped his chest as hard as he could in order to stand back up on his hooves. The young king held King Slayer and Thunderbolt in his hands as his eye glowed as red as possible. Just beyond the horizon, rays of sunlight began to shine.

“Dawn draws near,” Marshall said.

“Let us end this!”

Ignoring the pain of his wounds, Beorn charged forward once more and swiftly disarmed the king and managed to get him in a stranglehold just as the first rays of dawn began to appear on the horizon.

“FINISH HIM!!” He shouted to Imperius who flew into the air and took aim with his spear.

“King Silver of The Unicorns! For the crimes you have committed against my family and your own and for the countless innocents you have slaughtered and enslaved, I sentence you to death!!”

The king attempted to make one last ditch effort to take all of his enemies with him by forcing all undead soldiers to break through the flames while he summoned several ice spears in midair. They were all aimed at the crystal heart, which told Lock one thing as he sensed an absurd amount of magic coming from the king. He noticed Imperius about to go in for the kill, but he knew he wouldn’t make it in time or risk getting himself killed in the process.

“Suicide bombing, huh?!” Lock said.

“Not on my watch!”

Lock exhaled deeply and held his swords in front of him. His aura surged and made the air ripple as he focused his senses up to twelve. His spirit allowed his appearance to change as arms split into two more pairs of arms and he grew two more heads on his neck, each new limb and head holding a weapon.

“Nine-sword style…!” Lock called out, his voice sounding distorted. In a blink of an eye, Lock flapped his wings as hard as he possibly could. He looked like a pale blue fireball and swung his many weapons at the same time.

“ASURA!!!”

SLASH!!

“SILVER MIST!!!”

Lock’s attack left multiple slash wounds across the king’s body, making the undead king screech as loud as he could with his guard completely down.

“IMPERIUS!!!” Lock shouted.

“NOW!!!!”

At the last second, Beorn jumped out of the way as the prince’s spear pierced through the undead kings chest and set his body ablaze into a fireball so intense that the very crystal beneath them was reduced to molten slag and all were forced to fall back or risk being burned alive.

“Ah! That heat!!” Selene cried out as Lock quickly flew to her side and covered her with his wings while the others hid behind the rubble.

As the flames began to die down, the sun began to shine upon the Crystal Empire once more as it revealed the carnage and destruction of the battle and in the center of it all was the ruler of the undead now being reduced to a pile of ashes as he fell before Imperius.

“It’s…done…” The prince huffed before collapsing to his knees while Beorn rushed over to help him.

“I got you.” The young king smiled when they heard the clatter of the undead king’s crown hitting the floor.

“Poor fool…” Beorn said as the breeze scattered his ashes to the winds and a thunderous cheer began to fill the city. It was over, the war was finally over; they had won.

“VICTORY!!!” Marshall roared as he raised Nightfall into the air and his men joined him in his victory cry.

Lock stood straight up as Selene allowed him to lean on her for support. He basked in the sun’s rays and smiled. This victory was something he’d fought for with his new comrades for a year now. Just beyond the large group of celebrating men, Lock caught sight of the spirit of Wulfric. Ghostly wisps floated around the late king as he looked at Lock with pride. Lock smiled at his late friend and nodded at him and he nodded back before glancing one more time at his son. His smile widened with pride before he disappeared in the wind.

“Come here you!” Selene giggled as she planted a smooch on his lips as the cheering continued.

In the aftermath of the battle, much of the city was already going under repairs and the fallen were being cleared off the streets. Many tears were shed as the loved ones of the soldiers said their final goodbyes with Beorn overseeing the funeral himself as the pyres were prepared.

“You have earned your warrior’s death, my friends.” He said with a mix of pride and sadness as he lit the first pyre.

“Go greet your fallen comrades with honor and glory.”

A horn was then sounded across the city as the civilians bowed their heads in respect while the soldiers gave one final salute, some did their best to hold back their tears but could not help grieve over their fallen friends.

It was during this time that the remnants of the rebel faction swore their undying fealty to the princesses as they were gathered in the throne room and kneeled before their monarchs.

“Your majesties, we beg your forgiveness.” One of the nobles begged with his head hung low.

“We only served the prince in fear of our own safety, our true loyalties have always been with you.”

“You will have a lot of time to prove it.” Luna said while cradling one of her newborns while the nursemaids held the other two.

“You can start by using your remaining fortunes to help rebuild the city and help those devastated by this conflict.” Celestia added as her filly played with her mane.

“You are all fortunate our husband is attending to more important matters at this time.”

“Where is the lord regent, if I may ask?” One of the nobles inquired while the two sisters smiled at each other.

Marshall was in the hospital wing once more pacing back and forth until a nurse came out with a bright smile.

“My lord, you can see them now.” She said while quietly opening the door for him.

Upon his entry, the lord regent saw Raven in the hospital bed looking like a complete wreck with a little bundle in her arms as the doctors stepped aside and gave him the good news.

“It’s a healthy little colt my lord. Congratulations.”

Raven could only smile as she handed their son over to his father who beamed with pride as he lifted the blanket covering his foal’s face to see a little colt who looked just like him.

“Hey there kiddo.” he said as the baby's eyes opened.

“Crow.” Raven smiled.

“His name is Crow.”

“Hey Crow!” Marshall said in a hushed but excited tone as his son reached up for him.

Marshall held his new son close to him, and for the first time in a long time, felt peace in his heart and soul. Marshall looked out of the window and could envision the new age of peace that would follow.

“We did it, Wulfric, we won…” Marshall said.

Six Months Later

The months after the end of the war against the undead were long and arduous. Rebuilding the city of the crystal empire, and helping those still affected by the war, proved to be more difficult than expected. But thanks to the combined efforts of the newly founded Coalition of Royals, all kingdoms of the land pitched in to help the Equestrians in their time of need.

In the midst of the rebuild, the citizens and allied kingdoms took a short pause for today was a day most admittedly did not want to come. A year and half had passed since his arrival. And how that his business with aiding the war was concluded, Dimitri Lockdrom was now set to return from whence he came with his newfound love, Tarra. The Frost Wyvern.

The grand hall was filled with leaders of the Coalition of Royals, their subjects, nobility, and soldiers of each nation. In the center of the grand hall, the mirror that brought Lock to this world stood on display. Celestia, Luna, Marshall, Selene, Imperius, Beorn, Apple Jewel, Scoli, Rainbow Dash, Applejack, and Antoinette stood by the mirror. The princesses all had their respective young cradled in their arms as the double doors slowly opened. Lock strode in with a traveling pack on his back with Tara walking beside him and had her arm hooked around his. Lock’s hair had grown more in recent months and even sported a stylish goatee around his jaw. The man and Frost Wyvern eventually made it just before the royals and the mirror, all smiling gratefully at each other.

“Well…” Lock began and chuckled.

“Hell of a ride, huh?”

“Know that you will always be welcomed here.” Marshall bowed his head to his comrade who returned the gesture.

“If you drop by again, visit us in Valkenheim. We’ll share some mead.” Beorn said, now sporting an impressive set of antlers and surrounded by his herd.

“Just be sure to arrive after the new additions get here.” Crysta said as she pecked her husband’s cheek.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Lock laughed. His other lovers stepped forward and they all were trying to hold back their tears.

“Hey now, none of that. We’ll meet again one day.” He looked at Antoinette, Thora, and Luta and his three new children.

“Be sure to tell them my story.”

“Of course.” Thora said while holding their sleeping child.

“Just promise you won’t forget us.”

“Never.” Lock smiled while giving each of them a kiss.

“Dimitri, it’s time.” Celestia said as the mirror began to hum and shimmer.

Lock could see Lucifer behind the mirror and used his magic to activate it.

“Farewell, daughter, be well,” Frursaim said.

“I will, father,” Tarra.

As the mirror powered up, Antoinette stepped in the center behind Lock and sang a beautiful song.

As she sang, the glass rippled faster and faster. Lock recounted the battles he faced in this world, the relationships he forged, the unbreakable bonds he held, and the memories that gave him a new perspective on his campaign. Tears leaked from Antoinette’s eyes as the mirror finally formed a swirling portal. Lock took his first step, followed by Tara, and now almost everyone had tears in their eyes. Just before Lock made contact with the portal in the mirror, he looked back one last time at all his new friends and comrades. The man gave them all one last big smile and gave them a two-fingered salute, causing the mares and doe’s to finally cry, before he turned back towards the mirror and stepped through with Tara. As soon as he was out of sight, the mirror quickly reverted back to normal and Antoinette finished her song. Just like that, the human visitor, Dimitri Lockdrom, was gone without a trace.

“Farewell…uncle…” Beorn said through his tears.

The wind outside blew a gentle breeze, the sun’s rays shone down on the now peaceful lands of Equestria and the neighboring kingdoms. An age of peace that would forever follow days onward could be foreseen by all.

End.