Something Different

Ooo. I'm not dead. How convenient. Anyway sorry to break this to you all, but Something Different will be cancelled.

"BUT JOY-!"

I DON'T CARE! This story is finished!

FOR NOW!

"Really, Joy Stick?! :D"

Yes, now shut your faces.

It will come back eventually. But have you guys ever wondered what happened BEFORE this fic came out? What happened with the team before they came to Equestria? Well now you can find out. I am now writing an original story where you can find out.

However there will be like 78.3 changes.

But yes, I am now writing the story "for realsies" this time. The story is called "Connected Fates" and it will be released on deviantART.

Here is my account: MegaBLYSTONE on deviantART

I wrote the epilogue first, so those who read it are hooked and want to know what happen before that. Here it is!

The following story is rated FIMU-14

The content may not be suitable for FIMFiction users ages 14 or younger

Blood

Violence

Mild Language

Various Cliches

Bad Writing and Storyline

Viewer discretion is advised.

Connected Fates- Epilogue

    It has been 5 years since Elijah Matthew Octavius defeated Lord Purgatory, lost his brother a second time, drawn the sword known as the Hand Of God, and overall saved the planet Alysium. And now he has been experiencing depression. Elijah feels incomplete. He had lost so much during his year long journey, including a brother and a friend. He remembered the words of the old monk, M'k'shael. "The only to defeat sorrow, is to defeat yourself." For years Elijah didn't know what he meant. But now, he has figure it out.

    Elijah begins to meditate. The ritual he is about to conduct demands 100% concentration. The sound of a fly could disrupt the ritual and leave Elijah as a vegetable. Luckily this was... taken care of earlier.

    Elijah meditates to the best of his abilities, until he feels his very soul and spirit leave his body. He is startled by this but adjusted to the change quickly. Elijah then finds himself in a plane of non-existence. A black and purple void of absolutely nothing that look like it continued to the edges of the universe and beyond that. The only thing in sight was the large, flat, floating, stone platform he was standing on. And a shadowy figure meters away in front of Elijah, sitting on the ground with it's head down.

    Elijah hesitantly attempts to approach the figure, not knowing anything of what he is seeing. He manages to get closer to the shadow...

    ...When it abruptly raises its head, only to reveal a matte black face, glowing red eyes, and a mischievous if not devilish grin. The figure jumped to it's feet. And smiled to Elijah.

    Elijah gasped and his eyes widened. He saw the face of the shadow. The shadow... was himself. Only in a much darker tone, and a much more evil presence. Elijah only then realized what the old monk 5 years ago meant. "The only way to defeat sorrow, is to defeat yourself." Defeat Yourself.

"Oh, boy." Elijah sighed sarcastically at the cliche floating in the airless void.

    The shadowy doppelganger holds his left arm out and a sword appears out of nowhere in his palm. Elijah is shocked at the reveal of the sword. The sword being the one his enemy wielded 5 years ago. The sword called the "Key of Purgatory". Elijah knows that the doppelganger has obvious intentions of killing him, and quickly our protagonist begins searching his body for a weapon, but is unable to find his throwing knives or sword.

    The figure hold out his right hand, and another sword appears. Elijah was very frightened. He was unarmed, and the doppelganger apparently had dual swords. And then Elijah recognized the sword in the shadowy figure's right hand.

"The Hand of God." Elijah murmurs under his breath.

The doppelganger tosses the Hand of God to Elijah, he barely catches it.

"Heh, guess you really are my 'evil twin'. You always fight fair." Elijah compliments to his doppelganger and his following of the Warrior Code. The doppelganger chuckles and shrugs.

    The two then ready themselves in battle stances. And begin to circle each other, waiting for the opposite to strike first. Elijah maintains a serious face, while his twin has a crooked, mischievous, if not psychotic smile.

    The two warriors study each other, looking for a weakness in their defense. But it is a battle of equals. Both are skilled swordsman and have near flawless defenses.

    So naturally, the dark twin grows impatient and attacks Elijah abruptly and randomly, catching him off guard. The doppelganger rises the Key of Purgatory above his head and slashes downward to Elijah's arm. Elijah manages to advert the blade with his own, allowing his arm to stay attached to his shoulder. The hero jumps at his doppelganger with a vertical slice, only to find that the doppelganger can teleport the bastard, which leads to Elijah's sword striking the stone ground, making an obnoxious clanking sound.

    Elijah bites back a curse. He turned his body around where the doppelganger currently stood. The doppelganger stands there with a smug face, and then runs to Elijah with an attack to the legs which is quickly deflected by the good swordsman. Elijah thrusts his blade towards the area where his doppelganger's heart would've been. But the dark assailant casually moved his body out of the way, diagonally, and slices at Elijah's arm. Elijah dodges the attack mostly. There was now a shallow gash where skin once was, but Elijah would have to deal with it.

    Our protagonist turned to face his antagonist. But the doppelganger was nowhere to be found.

"Say whaaaaat?" Elijah stretched the 'what'. He turned his head in every direction, but still couldn't find the rival swordsman.

Maybe he's behind me, and turns whenever I turn.

    Elijah tested his theory by thrusting is sword behind him. Nothing. Elijah then noticed something unnatural about his shadow. It had a pair of red eyes.

Elijah's eyes widened and he jumped away, but not before yelping like a little school girl. His shadow began to take humanoid shape and form back into the doppelganger.

The doppelganger laughed maniacally, taking amusement in his good twin's fearful face.

He almost had me there... Hey, that wasn't fair fighting!

    The doppelganger had stopped laughing and stared at Elijah. And he stared back. And the void was calm. Both opponents stood near motionless, swords drawn in front of them, ready to harm. But they both knew...

    The battle was going nowhere. It was a battle of equals, and if one is able to beat their equal, then they would be better than them self. But the fight must continue. Elijah's only way out of the void was to defeat his dark opposite. And if his spirit died here in the void, Elijah would've died in the Physical World.

    Elijah stepped out of battle stance and began throwing fire balls at the doppelganger. He continued to do so while running in a circle around his dark twin. The doppelganger, however, kept on dodging the flames. Eventually, he then began throwing fire balls of his own, only they were blue. Elijah continued running in a circle, only he stopped throwing the fire balls.

    Elijah stopped running altogether. The doppelganger stood there, meters away from Elijah, doing nothing. The doppelganger wondered what his twin of flesh and bone intentions were.

    The clever protagonist smirked. He used what chi he had left running through his veins and pointed his index and middle fingers at the Hand of God, and flames spewed out of his finger tips. It was as if Elijah's hands were the mouths of dragons. The legendary blade had fire illuminating around it. A common, yet deathly, technique used throughout the planet of Alysium: Fire Sword. For once in the battle, the doppelganger had fear struck in him. The doppelganger attempted to do the same, but was quickly overwhelmed by the fire blazing Hand of God in Elijah’s nimble hands. The doppelganger continued averting attacks by the suddenly vicious and determined Elijah. Eventually, the dark one closed his eyes and slashed at one of Elijah’s legs.

There was a shout of a great pain.

    When the doppelganger opened his eyes, he could see his opposite lying on the ground. Both of Elijah’s hands were gripped on his leg. The doppelganger had cut one of the main arteries, and Elijah was doing the best to stop the bleeding. Elijah repeatedly let out grunts of pain, and though he would never admit it: squeaks of agony.

    The doppelganger made a face of triumph shouted out a victory yell. His moment of triumph ending, the doppelganger slowly stepped towards the hero in agony. Elijah was close to passing out, and in only a few minutes, he would die of blood loss; causing his physical and spiritual body cease to exist.

The shadowy antagonist finally neared Elijah, only feet way.

    Elijah looked up to his attacker, defeat in his eyes. Realizing death was near, Elijah lowered his head, preparing to be struck down and transition to the next life.  He waited. And waited. And still waited. Elijah looked up to see the doppelganger offering his hand; offering to help Elijah stand up, despite his leg. Elijah is hesitant, but takes the hand and stands up.

    The two warriors now stand, and step a few feet away from each other. The doppelganger had one sword in each hand. He throws the Hand of God to the ground and kicks it. The blade slides to Elijah’s feet and he looks down towards it. The sword’s blade glows; a sign it recognizes its master’s presence.  Elijah raises is head to his twin, giving him a quizzical look.

The doppelganger speaks his first words. “Pick it up”.

    The doppelganger’s voice was spoken in harmonies. 3 voices talking over each other, saying the same exact thing. The dark and ominous tone of his voice didn’t make the situation any better. Elijah still had a quizzical face. He didn’t know if he could fight on a bleeding and pained leg. In fact, Elijah probably couldn’t. The doppelganger grew impatient.

“Pick up the sword. I will not fight an unarmed warrior. Even a worm such as yourself.” He insults.

    Elijah puts the back of his hand on his forehead in mock offense. “Oh, why don’t you twist the sword while it’s in there?” he says sarcastically.

“Believe me, I plan to.” The doppelganger replies readying his sword.

"Heh, you just called yourself a worm!" Elijah realizes.

The shadowy figure gives a confused face. "How do you mea-?". The doppelganger stops himself and facepalms. "I suppose I did, didn't I? Always the joker you, or shall I say 'we' are." He said, slightly amused.

The opposites end their surprisingly friendly conversation abruptly and take fighting stances. They stare intently at each other. It was like looking into a screwed up, fun house mirror.

    In a few moments, the two swordsmen ran at each other. Though Elijah had a limp, he still ran as fast as he could. The two swing their swords as they past each other, and a loud clank fills the void. Elijah swung his sword horizontally, but his opponent jumped backwards. The doppelganger thrusts his sword forward only to have it averted by Elijah's. It went on like this for what seemed like hours, but was only for a few minutes. The battle was still going nowhere. And the doppelganger had just about enough.

"I have had just about enough of this!" he exclaims.

See? I told you.

  The doppelganger breaks into a sprint; running straight for Elijah. Elijah sees the apparent attack. As well as its flaw. He was running with his sword outward to his right, leaving a gaping mistake in his defense.

Elijah was almost sorry for what he was about to do.

   The doppelganger was only a few feet away now. Elijah reared his sword back and let out a yell. The doppelganger was running too fast. He too saw the flaw in his attack. A single tear fell from the mirrored one's eye, as he ran his where his heart should've been right through the blade of the Hand Of God.

Silence.

   Elijah and his dark twin stood there, as if they were statues. The blade in Elijah's hand sat still in the chest of the dark of the doppelganger. A gurgling sound could be heard, before the doppelganger's chest burst out an impossible amount of black blood. Elijah's face was wet and clothes were stained in black. So bloody his clothes were never.

    The Hand of God and the Key of Purgatory both disappeared in flashes of light and shadow. The doppelganger stops spewing blood and begins limping towards Elijah. Elijah is not sure what to think of this. And only steps closer. Out of random, the doppelganger embraces Elijah in a hug, catching him by surprise. He whispers into Elijah’s ear.

“It is done.”

    The doppelganger then falls to the ground. And his body disintegrates into smoke, leaving only clothes behind. Elijah stands emotionless, looking to what remained of the dark one. He begins to feel the effects of blood loss and passes out on the ground.

What is 'Done'?

   Elijah wakes up, still in a meditating position. It was apparently night time. The battle lasted hours by the looks of it. Elijah sees his wife in bed, sleeping (they have only been married for a year). She probably didn’t want to disturb Elijah. He did take meditating a little too seriously. Elijah grinned and got up. He walked out of the bedroom, through the hallway, and into the kitchen. Elijah poured himself some milk and heated it up a little bit with his fire magic. He gulped it down rather quickly. He took a seat at the table, trying clear his mind of what just happened. Elijah decided sleep should help.

It has been a long night.

   Elijah washed out the cup and put it back in the cupboard. He walked back into the bedroom, to see that his wife, Sarayu, is atanding up and rubbing her eyes.

Sarayu yawned and said, “I see you’re finally done. I was getting worried about you.”

“I was worrying too, believe me.” Elijah chuckles and Sarayu laughs softly.

"What happened, exactly? During your meditation?" Sarayu asked with a look of concern.

Elijah frowned. His eyes were actually watering up, though he didn't know why.

"I don't want to talk about." he turned his face away slightly. Sarayu wouldn't have it.

"Talking about it will make you feel better~.", she says on a sing-song voice. Elijah only turns away more.

"Why do guys never want to talk about their feelings?" Sarayu mused.

"Because magic." Elijah says with a smile. His wife glares at him.

"Will you ever stop saying that?"

"I've been saying it for 7 years, try and guess the answer." Elijah tests Sarayu. Another death glare.

"Thats it. No sex for a month." Sarayu crosses her arms.

"Worth it."

"Ugh, you're hopeless."

"So I've heard."

"Do you want to sleep on the couch, too?"

"..."

"I didn't think so." Sarayu smirks in triumph.

The couple look at each other and begin laughing hysterically. Elijah walks toward his wife and pulls her into a passionate kiss. He pulls away. "I love you."

Sarayu smiles. "I love you, too."

Sarayu's smiles a bit more, but becomes a frown and she turns away from Elijah.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

“Elijah, while you were meditating I found out something…” she trails off. Elijah is confused. What could be wrong?

Oh, wait.

“Sarayu, are you…”

Sarayu’s expression gains a soft smile and nods.

Elijah falls unconscious abruptly.

This gives the vampire wife a bit of a shock, but she begin laughing hard right after. She gives a content sigh,  lies back down with the passed out Elijah, and wraps her arms around him.

“Good night, Daddy.” Sarayu says, jokingly, before falling back asleep.

The End