Hear the voices of Samuel/HTVO: Arc 1: Samuel

Chapter 35: Bella Muerte/Beautiful Death

(MLP is owned by Hasbro and Lauren Faust and the OCs are mine. Enjoy!)

Skoll was looking at a small rat wondering around his cell. The rat stops at the edge of the wall, clawing at the stone. It was looking for a way out, but the stone walls added along with the steel door, trapped it inside with the insane white haired devil. Skoll smiles and says, “How cute, you were wandering around the hallways and when you came into this room, perhaps to find food. You got trap here just like me.” Closing his eyes, Skoll licked his lips. He then opened his mouth and whispered to the rat. The rat turned towards Skoll, understanding the quiet words that came out of his mouth.

“Oila, Kaluka Rezizaku Ialoa Jesenfi.” Skoll said, in a dark tone. The rat’s dark eyes, turned red, as it started crawling on the chains that had Skoll trapped. The rat crawls down his shirt, stopping at his collar. “Uda, Isakaweu Iaoli.” Skoll said, grinning at the end of his words. The rat body starts changing into a dark shadowy form before it turned into dark liquid. It then sunk into Skoll’s skin. Skoll’s eyes opens, revealing his glowing separate color pupils. “Heh, so, only the princesses knows how to unlock these chains.” He said.

Skoll hears the locks outside of the door, being unlocked. The door is soon opened, revealing Luna in her sin state. She was smiling with tears rolling down her eyes. Skoll was about to say her name, but she stopped him by rushing towards him and then hugged him. Skoll noticed there was a saddle bag around her.

“Oh Skoll, you’re still alive.” Luna said happily, levitating a key out of her saddle bag. She levitates the ebony steel key to a lock, connected to each chain. When she inserted the key into the hole, she twisted the key, causing it to unlock the chains that binned him. Skoll fell down on his back when all the chains broke apart. Luna blushes, forgetting that he was upside down.

“Ow…I was upside down love.” Skoll said, painfully to her.

“Sorry, I forgot you were upside down, but at least right now, I found you.” Luna said, happily but still kind of sad she caused her lover to get hurt.

Getting up from the ground, Skoll cracks his back and grins. “Ahh, it is alright Luna my love. I’m finally free from those chains.” Skoll said, turning towards Luna. He went down to his knees and hugged her tight, causing the moon alicorn to blush and smiled. “I am glad you’re not dead.” He said, breaking the hug and looking at her.

“Yeah, I left just as you said, but when I found out you were defeated I had to find out if you were still alive. I was glad when I heard that you were alive but shocked that you were captured. So I snuck into the dungeons and got here.” Luna said.

“Sneaky little alicorn, we must not waste time here Luna.” Skoll said, rubbing her cheek. “Come on, we must celebrate your accomplishments for another time, we are about to miss the wonderful show.” Skoll said.

“Wonderful show, what is this show master?” She asked.

“The show of Sunna my dear Luna; it is the day where the three messengers perform their goals in this war!” Skoll said, laughing. “The messenger of conflict will bring the war into a circle, trapping it in an eternal bind known as the Uroboros. After that, the messenger of fear will take over. He will cast a spell of fear and rage upon the souls that are trap in the circle. This will lead into death and destruction.” He said, starting to laugh.

“Is there more?” Luna asked.

“Yes, the last messenger…the messenger of life. During the reckless carnage in the circle, the messenger of life will go into the circle break its hold, causing everything and everyone to perish from existence.” Skoll said, grinning at her.

“How, I thought that if you are in the Uroboros, you will not be destroyed?” Luna asked.

“Oh Luna, you see, the messenger of life is going to eliminate the two main sources that keeps that circle round. Two snakes are swallowing each other’s tails; the messenger shall eliminate each of their heads so that he can break the circle. But in the price, it will kill everything just as I said before.” Skoll said, walking in circle around Luna. “After the battle is over, the messenger will start the destruction of life all over again. The messenger shall sacrifice itself so that its energy, soul, mind, and power will plant the seeds of stars in the universe. Sprouting out life once again, but then…” He stopped and started laughing.

“But then what master?” Luna asked, becoming concerned.

“But then the ritual of Sunna will start all over again.” Skoll said, stopping in front of her.

“All over again, wait, doesn’t that mean we will die in it as well?” Luna asked.

“Oh no Luna my dear, no, we will not, we will create our own world just as I said before to you. But the reason why we’re still here is because I have some unsettled scores with two gods. But I’m not going to get them, no, I already see someone about take care of that problem for me.” Skoll said. “Such aesthesis upon this event, the sensation of thinking about it makes me want to go wild.” He said holding out his palms. They started glowing red, and then they turned black, then finally white.

Luna could feel a strong aura wave coming from him, watching the aura deteriorate the walls in a manner of seconds. Skoll clutched his hands into fists and swung them forward. Luna heard cracking, coming from the direction he thrust his fist towards. She saw cricket lines starting to appear in the air. It started to spread around the entire room and beneath where Luna was standing at.

“Now, let’s go Luna and watch the death show.” Skoll said, turning towards Luna with a grin on his face.

At The Tree Of Timid Anguish Strife

Strife was sitting on the ground, with his eyes focused on an old tree in front of him. It was the very tree his mother was buried under. The tree wasn’t the same cherry blossom tree like it used to be before, when he was little. No, it only had one blossom on one branch while the others were gone, leaving the branches naked. Vines were wrapped around the bark of the tree, with sprouted out leaves.

Strife was looking at the letter that was lying upon the small set of stones. The very letter he made for his mother when he was a colt living alongside his father. The full moon was at the edge point of the cliff; it seemed much closer to him, if he looked behind the tree. Strife’s left hoof touched his chest, moving some fur of his coat to reveal the large scar. He frowned and looked at the tree.

“Hey mom, it’s been a while since I had last visited you…many years ago.” Strife said calmly. But behind his calm tone and frowning expression, was a sign of pain. To see his mother’s grave again meant a lot to Strife, especially when he hadn’t for many years.

“I haven’t brought anything for you, sorry. I was looking for flowers, but Rosebud, the mare who sells flowers in Ponyville, was sold out. I decided to give up on finding flowers and just get over here. I guess you really don’t need any flowers to pay your respect if you’re already doing it from the heart.” He said, chuckling lightly.

Strife closes his eyes and says, “I…look you know that I’m not much of a talker at times, so please expect this to be well…odd. I never really said anything to you when I visited you back then with Dad. I didn’t know what to say. I felt alienated from you because I never saw you before. I know that when I was born, dad told me you smiled at me, before your heart gave out. Every time I dream of you, all I see is a faceless mare with a smile on her face. I have no clue what you look like so it just…” He stopped talking, and opened his eyes. They gleamed sorrow as he then spoke in a painful tone, “It’s just I can’t make sense of you anymore!” He yelled.

“I can’t make sense of myself anymore, I can’t make sense of dad anymore, and I can’t make sense of my friends anymore!” He yelled, as tears started too leaked down his eyes. “I asked myself, why was I put in a world without you? That question was never answered. I wish you didn’t die, I wish that I could see you, and I wish that Dad and I never had that fight back then. Mom, I miss you, I miss you so badly!” He said, starting to cry. The ground beneath him started to get touched by his stream of tears.

The wind started to blow, brushing through the branches on the tree and Strife’s coat. The feeling of the wind was gentle and light. “Strife…” A soft whisper of a mare was heard on the blown wind, causing his ears to twitch.

“Mom…I’m sorry for yelling, I’m so sorry.” Strife said. “This war…this pointless fighting...I can’t take it anymore. I just want to be hugged in your legs while you sing me a lullaby. I just want to sleep by your side, safe from this confliction in my life. I would sound like a coward if dad heard me, but if it were you…I bet you would soothe my pain. I bet you would keep me safe from this hellish world that I live in.” Strife said, looking down at the ground. He continued to sob, flooded with distress.

“Every time I go on a mission with my friends, I ask myself, are they going to die and am I going to sit and there and watch? I hate thinking negative all the time, but I can’t stop it. I’m Strife; my entire life revolves around strife. Mom…you’re my tomorrow whenever I dream of you and I’m your today whenever I think of you. But the more that I continue to love you; I get this painful heartache wishing you were still here. So whenever I bleed, I can be hugged by you and told in your words, by you alone and nopony else. Just these words coming from you; “It’s alright Strife, mommy is here to protect you.” Those words alone will let me know that I’m safe.” Strife said, biting his lower lip so hard, that it started to bleed a little.

Looking at the letter, Strife says, “When I fought dad at the canyon, I thought that I would be able to redeem myself. I thought that I could finally show him that I changed, that I grew strong. I wasn’t afraid of fighting anymore, no, I was not afraid of his judgment anymore. I wanted him to know that the weak colt that he had seen long ago, the very weak colt that he had scared and knocked off a cliff wasn’t weak anymore. He was strong, stronger than him.” Strife said.

“Magic had trained me to get stronger; I hope the training was perfect. I hope that it made me strong enough to beat dad. Mom…I’m not sure how this will go, but I might have to kill dad. Depending on the situation me, Magic, and the others will have to go through.” He said in a sadden tone. “I knew that he was actually trying to kill me when I fought in the canyon, what will make it any different when we fight again?” He asked himself.

Looking up at the sky, Strife tears were dried up. His sorrowful expression was replaced with an angry face. “Mom, I can see the conflict everypony is going through, especially Magic. I’m going to end it, I’m going to stop this war and settle the score with dad. I’m going to…I’m going to move on and put all of my problems aside.” Strife said, turning around. He started to walk away, but soon stopped.

“Mom…if you can hear me, I want you to know…that I love you and dad, but…what I have to do will be the best of everypony’s problem and mines as well. I...am not sure I will survive; I’m not sure if dad will either, but…when we finally go hoof to hoof, our fates are set. We will fight till one of us falls, even if it means setting the world on fire.” Strife said with confidence in his tone.

As Strife walks away, two wings extend out of the sides of the tree. Behind the tree was Dexilus, looking at the moon as a smile was formed on his face. “Heh, you have no idea how much you’re right, Strife.” Dexilus said. “Fighting on and on even if it means setting the world on fire, heh, you better be ready to burn with those flames son, because you and I aren’t going to stop till one of us is finished.” Dexilus said.

To Be Continued