Ponyserk I- Egg of the High Queen

In this world. Is the destiny of pony kind controlled by some transcendental entity or law? Is it like the hand of fate hovering above? At-least it is true, ponies have no control...Even over there own will!

Rainbow Dash

All she could do was stare. The sky above her always held such an allure to her: The serenity of the infinite blue above her called out constantly as if inviting her to join it in all it's majesty, to mingle amongst the marble white clouds and the birds that made the space home. How she wanted to just leap into the air, to take flight and send herself through the infinite space, but she knew that at a time like this it was impossible. Her gaze was drawn to a single hawk, circling above her and the other hundreds if not thousands of souls confined to the ground below. She envied the creature in it's freedom to travel where it pleased, to be free from any and all orders or responsibility from other creatures. She was torn between wanting to tear the creature from the sky, to make it suffer on the ground with her and the rest of the ponies below, and just continuing in watching it circle without purpose or reason. There was peace in this sight, more so then what occurred below, free from conflict or danger. The thoughts of the pegasus were rudely interrupted as a stray arrow struck the airborne creature in the neck, sending it spiralling to the unforgiving ground below. It was a sight she had seen time and again, just another victim of the war below it.
The sounds of the battlefield came back full force to the pegasus, eliciting a quiet sigh of regret before her gaze hardened.

The barren land surrounding the castle was blotted out by armoured ponies, all of them making a mad dash toward the outer wall to try to breach the inside. Arrows rained down from the battlements, some unfortunate ponies being struck and killed before they even reached the wall. But reaching the curtain wall or portcullis did not assure safety, oh no, the pegasus had learned long ago such a thing was just foolish hope. Most of the time the battlements swapped arrows for stones, using them to crush the head of whatever unfortunate pony they aimed for. If they were smart or served an especially wealthy lord, they would pour scolding hot oil or water on the victims ramming at the gates. Such occasions had been rare in her career on the battlefields of equestria, but she had seen the pain the ram-wielders suffered from such assaults. In this situation, the ponies manning the ram had managed smartly placed a boat over the top of them to dull the hits from the stones that rained down from atop of the portcullis. This was taking too long for her: The gate had barely been scathed by the ram, the ladders that had been erected by eager soldiers had been either knocked down or it's climbers disposed of for recklessly rushing up it to meet the tip of an enemy sword.

Pulling the visor of her helmet down to obscure her face, she finally took off in a charge towards the castle walls. The last wave of soldiers was rushing alongside her, having had the misfortune of being lumped with them. The last wave was always ones who had never killed a pony before, or ones that were too cowardly to stake their lives on the first wave. It didn't matter to her for she had no intention of staying with them, a smirk crossing her face as she picked up the pace. Her wings gradually splayed themselves out, managing to side-step or miss the arrows as she neared the walls until, finally, she launched herself off the ground and into the air.
The pegasus didn't waist another second, using the brief surprise of the archers to charge directly overhead and towards the bailey. Spotting the archer ahead of her notch a bow, she grasped the hilt of her blade as she neared closer. She wasn't far, she could do this! Just as the archer raised his bow to fire, she swiftly drew the blade from her back and swung the weapon in a diagonal arc in-front of her. The pony before her had no chance, the bow snapping with an audible crack as the sharpened metal edge made contact with wood. His head was liberated cleanly from his body and sent flying up into the air above as she sped past, the leather scraps he called 'armour' being all but useless to her blades wrath.

But as soon as the moment of freedom had begun it was over and she landed on the opposite end of the castles battlements. Archers dropped bows to quickly draw blades, but it didn't matter to the pegasus: She had flown in, breached the supposedly 'impenetrable' defences, and even drawn blood. Right now, in this moment of euphoria, the enemies numbers meant absolutely nothing to her.

The sound of wood collapsing and the cries of horror from the bailey beneath her meant one thing and one thing alone: The gate had been breached at-last. Using the distraction to her advantage, she flared her wings and propelled herself forwards, swiftly fighting her way along the battlements' distracted soldiers to clear a path below. That was where the real money would be: The commanders head.

It took but a few moments after her hooves touched the ground of the bailey before the forces she tentatively called her allies had stalled once again, coming to a halt in the face of a single armoured colt. No, this was no Colt: It was a suit of Armour masquerading as a pony, it's size and bloodied battleaxe instantly halting the once eager and brave mercenaries that had been eager for a pay-check The light grey plates that completely covered the colt from head to hoof made him seem less real and more metal: The only sign that there was a living creature inside of the suit was two holes in the front of the armored helmet where wide, blue eyes glared sinisterly down at the others as he loomed above them.
“Bazuzo!” The mercenaries muttered in fear amongst the ranks, whispering this hunk of metals accomplishments and titles: The grey knight, once said to have single-handedly defended a castle against a force of thirty ponies. An impressive feat, but Rainbow dash knew all to well that there was a pony under that suit of armour A pony that bled, ate and shat themselves like all the rest. Something her comrades had yet to acknowledge.
“Look at you all, standing around like scared little fillies!”Bazuzo chuckled heartily, raising his great and bloodied axe again.”Whoever wants their heads smashed in, come on in!” Yet again her comrades did little but stand around gawking, much to the dismay of her commander.
“What are you all waiting for!? Is nobody going to fight him?” Her commander cried out. He was a colt in black plate armour that looked a bit to elaborate for her tastes: It looked like it had just been bought recently, a ridiculous red feather sticking out the top of the helmet that she just wanted to rip out of it. But, he was her employer and until she got her money, she had no choice but to follow him.
“Hey! W-we never signed up for this!” One of her comrades muttered.
“If he's so important, why don't you go fight him!?” Another added fearfully.
Her commanders hoof made contact with his face, shaking his head in disgust.
“Unbelievable! And you call yourselves knights?”
“Uh. We're Mercenaries..”A short colt corrected, making the pegasus shake her head. They had a job to do and if they weren't going to do it, she was.

Making her way through the line of ponies, shouldering passed them amidst complaints and threats. She kept her gaze on the armoured pony before her, and only on him, knowing he was her ticket to a bigger pay-check Before she knew it she was at the front of the line of her scared comrades, stabbing her blade into the ground beside her.
“How much?”Speaking at-last made the ponies at her back burst into mutters and murmurs of astonishment, the leader just standing in shock. She sighed, unimpressed at the silence, and pointed her free hoof at the armoured giant before her before speaking again.”How much for the giant, Buzzo, Bazuzu- Ergh, Mister Thirty man slayer here?” She noticed the shock on her commanders face before adding.”I'm a mercenary. I'm not out for status and Rank, I just want pay”.
Bazuzo straightened in surprise, appearing to be angered by the lack of respect she had shown him.“Grr! Why you insolent little-”
“I'll give you five silver bits for his head!” Her commander replied at last.
“Only five?” She asked, astonished at how stingy this commander was being. This was a supposed thirty man slayer after all, she only figured he'd be worth a gold at least!
“F-fine! Seven Silver! But no more!”
Sighing in aggravation, she just shook her head.
“Man, you're stingy..fine, seven it is for the giants head” She grumbled in consent. Stingy or not, this was still far better pay then she usually got for these jobs.
“Hah! See this? The enemies so weak they have to send little mares in to do their dirty work!” Bazuzo teased as his composure was seemingly regained, taking a step forwards.”Only a coward would let a little foal fight a colts ba-” Bazuzo got not further as Rainbow dash swiftly charged forwards, bringing the large two handed blade in her possession down in a powerful strike, not only stumbling her opponent but shutting his large mouth in the process.

She didn't care about anything else at this moment but her enemy, constantly swinging her sword downwards again and again at the armoured colts mid-section. His armour made him slow, his helmet likely hindering his sight more. A fair duel was just going to get her head lopped off, so she had to make sure he couldn't make a single move. Metal met metal continually as her blade made contact with the metal hilt of the great-axe, forcing Bazuzo into a corner with little hope of retaliating. She just had to keep this up until he stumbled back. If he fell she knew with that armour he wasn't getting back up. Then? It was just a matter of striking where his plates couldn't protect him.
Unfortunately, she had gotten so lost in keeping him on guard with continuous strikes that she failed to notice the armoured hoof strike out, hitting her right in the armoured breast-plate she wore. The brown scarf wrapped around her neck fluttered out in front of her, obscuring her vision for a scant few seconds as she fell flat onto her back. Her armour was thankfully much lighter then her opponent, allowing the mare to swiftly recover.
Glancing up, she saw the sinister gleam of blood on her opponents axe, which was now raised above his head and on a collision course for her. A loud growl escaping the mare, she swung her blade up, parrying the blow by her blade making contact with the axe. She noticed the blow had left a solid crack in her opponents axe head, leaving him to again stumble back. Only this time, he leaned back enough to cause the plates of his armour to shift. Seeing her chance, she rushed forwards with her sword prepared and swung diagonally from the left to try to slice her opponent in two. Just as she swung left Bazuzo swung right, hitting the side of her head as she moved in for the kill. Instead of slicing through her head though, the axe split down the middle, rendering any threat from it useless and also dislodged her helmet. Rainbow streaks of hair peaked out at last from under the blue pegasus' helmet, her face revealed completely to the spectators. Her opponent had made his saving throw, but by then it was already far too late: He had lost.

Letting out a cry of pain as her blade embedded itself in the side of his waist, Bazuzo fell down to his knee's. One of his hooves grasped his side in a vain attempt to stop the blood evacuating his body, the other raising itself in defeat.
“H-hold on! I, the mighty Bazuzo acknowledge your-”She didn't even let him finish she pulled her greatsword back, raising her blade above her head and bringing the sharp blade down on his skull. His helmet, it appeared, was rather weak compared to the rest of his armour: Her sword cut through it like a pumpkin, sending his brains flying out amidst a stream of blood. His body fell back as she withdrew her sword, dislodging one of his eyeballs from his ruined skull in the process. The mighty Bazuzo? She had proven he was nothing more then another mortal pony.
She looked up to expressions of horror from those who had been her enemies, their spirits all but crushed at the sight of their trump-card being butchered so effortlessly before taking a breath and flicking the blood from her blade. Her commander laughed, calling for her allies to finish their assault and charge forwards. But, she didn't care: She knew now that the enemy had lost, she had seen to that, and that all that was left now was for the remaining soldiers to take the castle.

She moved, collecting her helmet from beside the fresh corpse of the former Grey knight, ignoring her allies as they charged passed her.

Unknown soldiers

From the balcony of the keep above, four ponies surveyed the chaos below them.
“I'll be! Seems they had someone capable down there. Gotta wander who she's with” The mare second from the left spoke, her accent having a noticeable southern accent to her voice.
“This is no time to be in awe of such ruffians!” A more dignified voice to the left of her spoke, her tone suggesting annoyance.”They completely took away our chance for glory”. A smirk graced the second speakers face underneath her visor, turning to face the pony to the far right of her.”Still, Pinkie-pie, between you and that ruffian down there, who do you think is stronger?” This caused a huff of annoyance to come from the fourth and final pony to her left.
“Please don't say such things!” She replied, her tone soft and meek yet also oddly defiant.”There is nobody stronger then Pinkie-pie!”
The pony on the far right, Pinkie-Pie, who was obscured by white armour and a strange helmet akin to an open birds beak, just stared down intently at the rainbow haired sword-pony below. Her eyes narrowed, as if a hawk training in on it's prey, ignoring the battle taking place below. One of her hooves absently traced over a red bauble on her necklace as her gaze locked on the pony, not seeming to even notice she was unconsciously carressing the piece of jewellery. It was an odd, even ugly thing: A small red egg with what looked to be parts of a face carved into it on various angles.
“Send the word to our forces: we're pulling out”. She finally ordered, her companions nodding and moving to quickly gather our forces.
“This was a good job while we had it, Sugacubes” The southern accented pony spoke as she made her way along.”We lasted three months when the ones that hired us didn't even think we'd last three days”.