(WARNING! LOTS OF BLOOD IN THIS CHAPTER, THOSE OF YOU WITH WEAK STOMACHS SHOULD SKIP WHEN PROPTED TO DO SO)

Twilight POV:

It was dark... very dark. Like you knew that even if you lit a candle, you wouldn't see the flame. I felt around the darkness, trying to find out just where I was, when suddenly I was blinded by light.

"Ah, you're just in time Twilight! Here, have a seat, I'll pour you a cup of tea." Came a familiar voice, but it was different... crazed somehow. Once my eyes were adjusted, I saw Celestia, but what I saw shocked me.

Her hair lost any and all flow and color, simply being various shades and tints of Grey. It seemed disheveled and mangled beyond any hope of being combed again. Her eyes were pinpricks, and I had to look away from them because I felt something insane was behind those eyes.

"Your tea is ready Twilight, you'd best drink it before it gets cold." She said once more in that horrible, shrill, insanity ridden voice. A shiver crawled down my back. I lifted the tea cup to see it was filled with a strange liquid. Was this some kind of strawberry syrup? I had no choice but to try it.

Once I had tasted the liquid, I nearly vomited. It tasted like Iron, I knew that taste whenever I got a paper-cut and popped the cut in my mouth. Blood. I looked at Celestia to see her signing something.

"What's that Princess?" I asked, and she looked me right in the eyes.

"You know I am Queen Celesta, do you not?" She asked in a dangerously calm voice. I nodded furiously in fear of her doing something horrible. She looked down at the paper again.

"As Queen, I have the authority to put sentence your friends to death, for failing to kill my sister, and her new crush, Abigor." She said, glancing back up to me.

I felt a pit form in my stomach, wondering if this was either a trick, or a joke. She pointed to a window before moving towards it.

I walked over to it, each step seemingly more sluggish than the rest. I looked outside to see hundreds of thousands of Solar Guards marching in the streets of Canterlot. At the center of Canterlot was a square, where there should've been pompous nobles and playing children, there was a large wooden stage, and on that stage were six ropes. Upon rubbing my eyes to make sure I was seeing things right, I noticed a single fact that would both break my will and destroy my soul.

The six ropes were occupied... By my friends and brother.

I screamed out a wail of dread, but there was no sound. Instead, I heard a voice.

"This is what will come to pass, should Celestia remain on the throne. Our spies tell us that she already is displeased with you. How far until she'll stop, do you wonder?" I looked over to the voice to see Luna in her new form. "She will never stop. Not until she wins, or somepony kills her. And in only one of those outcomes will your friends survive." She said to me, gesturing out another window, I looked out of it to see me and my friends sitting on a picnic blanket, wearing orange and black clothes. We seemed... Happy.

I looked at Luna, then the joyful vision, and finally I stared at the corpses of everyone I held dear. and said three little words.

"I'll join you."

Abigor POV:

The Minotaur kingdom was very similar to the Vikings, in that they were practically unarmored. And held heavy, crude but effective, weaponry.

They also could put on a hell of a show.

I watched from a distant hill as the Minotaur hordes rushed the City's outer gates, and in their midst was a huge ram, great as a forest-tree a hundred feet in length, swinging on mighty chains. Long had it been forging in the dark smithies of the Blackstone Legion, and its hideous head, founded of black steel, was shaped in the likeness of a ravening wolf; on it symbols of ruin lay. Grond we named it, the Hammer of the Underworld.

I had given it to the Minotaur as a sign of good faith.

Thrice the great ram boomed against the gate. And suddenly upon the last stroke the gate of Yakutsk broke. As if stricken by some blasting spell it burst asunder: there was a blast of searing lightning, and the gates tumbled in riven fragments to the ground.

The Minotaur horde rushed in, and the screaming began.

I turned to a nearby Blackstone messenger, and gave him a nod. He took out a raven, tied a message to it's leg, and sent it on it's way.

I must've waited for two hours before a reply.

"Abigor, You were right, Yakutsk is under siege, defend it as if it were your own." - Mountain Feather

I unsheathed my sword, and turned to the Legion I had with me.

"Blackstones!" I yelled, loud enough for all to hear. "We have been given a task by our allies, to secure and protect this city. We will not fail!" I yelled, receiving a resounding howl of approval. I lifted Craven Edge, and with one hand, I pointed it to the army of Minotaur.

"CHARGE!"

Battlefield POV:

The Legion charged into the flank of the Horde, catching them by surprise. But the Minotaur were quick to rally, and made their counterattack.

They clashed just outside the gates of Yakutsk, and the Legion divided in two. One half fought the enemy outside, the other would carve through the enemy on the inside of the City's walls. Abigor engaged in a duel with Iron Bull, but it was very one-sided. As Abigor toyed with Iron Bull, several of the Yak guards saw the Blackstones fight alongside their own, and immediately set archers upon the city's walls. The archers aided the Blackstones inside the city's walls, but the Legionaries on the outside... They were on their own.

They didn't need any help. The Blackstones carved a bloody swath through the enemy troops, taking casualties of their own. Each death simply made them more driven to fight, to kill. For every Legionary killed, ten Minotaur would die in kind. Naturally, their flanks were open for counterattack, but the Minotaur knew nothing of true military tactics, and their leader was unavailable at the moment.

Abigor POV: (Here's where you'd want to skip)

I wanted to give Iron Bull a respectful death, but then he insulted me, the Legion, and my mother by calling us 'deceitful bastards'... So I introduced a new death to this world.

Death by a thousand cuts.

"Nine-hundred and ninety nine..." I continued counting, making another small incision on the Chieftain's already mangled skin. He looked up at me with pain-filled and pleading eyes.

"Puh… lease... kill... me." He said, I looked down at him through my helmet. I leaned down next to him, and the noise of the battle raging around me seemed to muffle for me to say the last thing he'd ever hear.

"One-thousand." I whispered to him, making a large cut across his throat. I watched the life-blood leak from him in gallons all over himself. I looked around me to see mangled and bleeding corpses, and then I had realized something. We were in grassy hill-like lands, so why does the ground feel like a swamp?

I looked down to see that there was a staggering amount of blood, so much so, that the previously dry land had become muddy, the entire battlefield was covered by dark red mud. Various pieces and parts of varying species littered the ground around me, and blood covered every inch of my body, even the hard to reach areas. I looked around me to see my Blackstones were disposing of the last remnants of the Horde. How long was that duel?! I thought to myself as I looked to the setting sun.

The battle for the Yaks was won, now we just needed to convince them it was the Minotaur Kingdom's idea all along...

I had my work cut out for me apparently.

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Luna POV:

I was sitting in a chair, watching as the worst fears and nightmares of the seven prisoners took place, and molded them all to be similar, with Celestia as a mad queen, slaughtering all that was dear to them. Fluttershy seemed like she'd never break until her Crazed Celestia bit the head off of Angel Bunny.

All of this was possible because they were all asleep in the chamber in which I became whole. There, everything they dreamed could be manipulated, even their own beliefs, but the magic was wearing out, and the chamber had only enough power for one use, so I figured using it on the Elements of Harmony and Captain Shining Armor was the best course of action

Everything was going according to plan, and now all I had to do was wait for Abigor to come back

Author's Note

No, I'm not dead, I just suffered from Final Examitis and a lack of a Muse for a bit.

I'll admit, this chapter's a little shorter than usual, but I hope the content's quality made up for the word quantity.

Usually, I'd tack on some questions that'd either get those gears in your heads going, or clue you in on what might be next. But I have a better idea.

Two riddles. And no, I didn't search them up online, I wrote them. (With the help of my English Major buddy in Psychology class)

Riddle one:
I am always around, but never seen. I am often avoided, but you can't out run me. For I will come when your old and grey, or maybe even the very next day. I will come with cold embrace, and give you rest with a chilled kiss on your face. I come in may forms of emotional state, weather it's irony, love, laughter, or hate. I am everyone's fate.

Riddle two:
A black dog is sleeping in the middle of a black road that has no streetlights and there is no moon. A car coming down the road with its lights off steers around the dog. How did the driver know the dog was there?

I don't want you to answer them, just remember these two riddles when you read the next chapter I post, okay? sorry about the over-the-top blood back there, but I wrote this entire chapter in four hours. I started at midnight, and stopped at four in the morning. How'd I do it? Every college student's best friend of course. Coffee.

What will happen next? Find out next time on Her Wolves, His Pack!