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

Chapter 45: My Name Is Little Strife

'So, how long has it been?' A young stallion asked in a calm tone.

"W-what do you mean?" Another young stallion asked in a groaning tone.

'You know, how long has it been since you were down there on the dirt all scratched up?' He asked.

"I, I don't understand." He answered.

'Of course you don't understand. Maybe it's because you were never meant to understand. Maybe it's because you were supposed to not understand. Perhaps that maybe, you were never born to understand.'

"I...don't get it."

'Of course you don't, Strife. Wake up.'

Strife's eyes suddenly opened up as he got from the ground coughing out blood. He glanced left and right finding himself in an empty room with stone walls surrounding him. He struggled to get up as he glanced up at the spiked ceiling. He looked around and spotted a window seven feet above him. He did not know how he got in this place, but he was not going to stay here any longer. "Let's see if this will work." He muttered.

Strife summoned four claymores and shot them deep into the sides of the wall, creating a ladder. He leaped on each one, going up, straight towards the window. When he leaped towards the last one, it almost got pulled out causing him to quickly grab the ledge and blade, hanging on tight. "Damn it!"

He struggled, pulling himself up after he kicked the sword down in order to boost him up. When he got over the ledge, he landed in the middle of a gothic like era designed hallway. He looked left and right, deciding on what path he was going to take first. "How did I even get here? What is this place?" He muttered to himself, keeping quiet. As soon as he took a single step back, he felt a sudden pain in the right side of his stomach. He collapsed onto his rump, clutching the painful wound. Glancing at it, he saw blood slowly drip down from the sides of his hoof and on to the ground.

"W-what happened?" Strife wondered. "How did I obtain this wound?"

"Who are you?" A young male pony asked looking at him. He looked exactly like him when he was young. Strife became confused, believing that he was looking at a mere illusion.

"Who...are you?" Strife asked, cautiously.

"Me...why do you want to know, I asked you the same question?" The little colt said.

Strife could tell this colt had the same personality he had when he was little. He was always the smart one to talk. As he struggled to get up he looked around and noticed how the hallway looked so familiar. "Have I been here before, weird?" He wondered. Looking back at the colt, he opened his mouth and spoke. "Look, all I want to know is your name. Do you want mines first?" He asked.

"Yeah." The colt answered.

"My name is Little Strife. Now yours." He said.

"My name is..." The colt stopped and gasped. He pointed towards Strife frightened. "B-behind you!" He yelled. Strife turned around and gasped. A large shadowy figure floated in front of him growling. The form of the shadowy figure was a large lion. Strife gritted his teeth backing away cautiously. He looked at the colt behind him and then back at the shadowy miasmic feline.

"Kid, don't just stay there, run!" He yelled as his horn lit up. He looked back again to see if the colt was there, but was gone. He sighed in relief before looking back at the miasmic creature in front of him. He summoned two shields and two swords. Strife formed them in an X pattern against one another. "Hades!" He shouted. The X patterned items glowed black before they exploded a bright light causing the shadowy feline to roar in pain. Strife came out of the bright light running down the hall gritting his teeth angrily as he stared back spotting the shadowy cat monster emerging through the bright light chasing after him.

He ran left down another hallway beginning to sweat in fear of being outran by the shadowy monster. He started looking further ahead, trying to spot any light source he could use against the creature. There were a few torches up ahead, hung on the sides of the stone walls. An idea formed in his head as his horn began glowing. He summoned a shield and small iron sword and had them stabbed into the ground on his left and right. As he stopped in front of a torch he glanced at the oncoming monster. When the first part of its head passed in between his swords he flung the torch at it. His horn started to then glow as he shouted in a loud tone. "Light Repel!"

Both his sword and shield glowed brightly yellow before exploding into scattering light bullets. It struck the sides of the dark creature causing it to lose its back half. The front half collapsed into the ground in front of the torch. "See you later." Strife said smirking as he summoned another iron sword before shooting straight into the cat's head. The cat's eyes watched as a small drip of oil landed on the fire causing it to trail up burning the creature. The blue unicorn turned around and started walking down the hall, until he suddenly stopped after hearing the loud ear piercing roar of the shadow monster. Turning around quickly, the feline pounced straight towards him with ferocious speed. Strife had no time to react, so he closed his eyes waiting for impact.

But after thirty seconds, nothing happened. He slowly opened his eyes and saw Dexilus holding back the feline with a halberd embedded deep into the center of its skull. He glanced at Strife before he twirled the cat and threw it through the wall. His father sighed looking at Strife.

"Again, you need to learn how to not underestimate your opponent all of the time. You can get yourself killed." Dexilus said offering a hoof to Strife. He looked at him confused. "Well...are you going to stay down there?" Strife looked at him cautiously before grabbing his hoof and getting pulled up.

"What are you doing here?" Strife asked.

Dexilus cracks his neck before walking past him. "I was waiting for you just as you were coming to me. You should already know why though." He said before stopping. Strife looked down muttering to himself before he glanced back at Dexilus.

"I'm going to kill you." Strife said. Dexilus looked back at Strife and smirked.

"Are you finally going to succeed?" Dexilus asked sitting down.

"I will. After all, I came all this way to take you out." Strife said as his horn glowed.

Dexilus chuckled as his horn glowed also. "Before we start, I want to ask you something. Do you know how you got here?"

"...No." Strife answered.

"The portal you went through teleported you and your friends to the place their mind was mainly focused on. This castle is on a moon which was going through your head as well as mine. The others...I don't know about them. But I'm sure they are somewhere that they probably might remember." He said.

"So...we're on a moon, in a castle...why am I not surprised?" Strife asked in a sardonic tone.

"Heh, you probably were thinking about the "Castle in the Moon" story or...you were thinking about your mother just like me." He said. Strife blinked twice before looking down. He was, he had to admit. The moon was the only thing that made him think about his mother. "There's no going back on this. We do this today. Right here and right now."

"I know." Strife said looking up at him.

"Well then...make your move, Strife." Dexilus said summoning two spears.

Strife summoned two spears while getting into an attack stance. "You're the final chapter..." He took one step before leaping towards him, shooting his spears. "In my story!"

-To Be Continued-

(Thank you EpicAeromancer33 for editing and have a nice day! ^^)