Author's Note

Special thanks to " EmptyPlotFiller " & " Charles Farrow " helping me with this story.
Your help is worth gold and I could not have let it sound so good in english like you did.

(Edit: Wow totaly forget about that story... I improved so much in only two years thanks to others.
Hope you enjoy my very first idea to write, when i bearly could write english.)

Edited last:
28.12.2024

Selene The Crimson Red Changeling Empress // Prologe

Selene The Crimson RED Changeling Empress
By: "Black--Soul"

Prologe:

Hello. Where shall I start with my story? Hmmm... I guess I should begin by telling you about my last fucking day on earth.
Once upon a time there was a man. He-... Hmmm... Nah screw it... I think I’ll tell it from a first person view for this chapter.

My name is Artemis Crimson. I’m a former medic from the German mobile infantry, with a reputation of being spared from the grim reaper. When everything around me goes south, I help the poor guys around me to escape the reaper's blade as well, since they get screwed over instead of me. I can at least do that in return.

I’ve helped the victims to do the same if I'm able. If I can and flip off death, then it’s a win-win, as they like to say. Because fuck the grim reaper, when he’s too clumsy to take me and takes the people around me instead. I’m going to screw him over and help the poor fellas to do the same if they have to take the blow for me! He better work on his bloody aim or I'm going to make his job really hard for being the asshole he is.
Where was I?

Oh, yeah.

I was off duty and had been for an hour and was on my way to my favorite little coffee shop. It was early morning and I planned to enjoy myself and meet my mother there. We had left the hospital together and were not five minutes away, when a car accident happened not even two meters to my left.

No idea how I always get that lucky, but whenever shit hits the fan, I'm the lucky one that gets away with his life. No matter if I would like to take the place of the victim, it seems there is always someone else beside me to take the hit for me. And well, today is one of those days I regret having luck on my side. There is always someone that takes it instead of me.
Always, I hate it. Especially if I feel like people get punished from the grim reaper in my place simply because he can. What an asshat.

Today I fucking hate him more than usual. Because the one to take the hit for me was none other than my mother. She was stuck to the car front window without breaking through the safety glass and was lucky enough not to get tossed from the vehicle and suffer more injuries. Still, it looked bad, very bad. Both her legs were bent the wrong way and she was bleeding profusely from her knees and mouth.

There was nothing I could do. I was always able to help others when accidents like that happened around me. So long as I was never alone, be it only one person or a whole battalion in arms by my side, death always claimed at least one life to mock me.

But not today. There was nothing I could do. I had been a medic for years and saved so many lives, but I could do nothing for her. All I could do was hold her hand and look into her beautiful eyes. She must have been in so much pain but she still watched me with a smile on her lips.
If not for all the blood pouring from her mouth, I might have forgotten for a moment what just happened. But today was a day it seems I would never forget. My life will always be a reminder of my lucky streak from the grim reaper. My "gift" would have a price, no matter if I was willing to pay or not.

The same day mere hours later. I was in my favorite coffee shop, I think it was around afternoon- don’t know, don’t care. Alone, standing there like a stone. If you didn't know any better you might think I'm actually a wax figure, like some piece of sad art. Standing there, all alone, emotionless, not talking to whoever came up to me. The shopkeeper, my friends or strangers coming to the other side of my table in the middle of the shop.

When the shopkeeper's best friend came up to me, laying his hands carefully on my shoulders and asking me if he could do something for me, I just sat there and didn't respond.
After several minutes of silence between us, he asked me something. It was so silly that I actually started to laugh and facepalmed hard. I facepalmed so hard it left a mark on the tip of my nose from the ring on my middle finger.

I was so taken back by the question that I didn’t even notice the hearth emblem attached to my ring had cut me. My distraction was enough that I failed to notice the drops of crimson that bleed off from me, falling off and painting the white coffee I had been drinking.
The question he asked me was simple:
"Do you like ´My Little Pony´?"

I didn't see that question coming, nothing even close to this topic as a matter of fact. And what a welcome change it was to this horrible day. To ask me about something I loved and that could take my mind off of what just happened to me, or rather my mother.
When I had my mind back in order, no longer overwhelmed from all my sadness, I told him:
"Yes... Yes. More than anything else left for me on this chunk of dirt we call Earth".

We shared a brief moment of silence until he asked yet another question.
"If I could get you there, send you to Equestria, would you leave your old life behind? Would you stay there and help me to forget this life? Without any regrets of leaving this all behind you?„ My answer required little thought and I answered without any reservation. “Yup.”

He began to smile and everything around us seemed to fade to black when he started to tell me with an echoing voice. “And here you go.“
And with the surroundings around me faded away, I was no longer a part of the Earthly world I had known. Where I had been standing before, only a blood splattered coffee glass remained on the table. The last thing showing the world I was there today.