A Forsaken Land

Luna jumped back letting a small yelp escape her. Cephas laughed with all his might.

"Have you gone mad already?"

"Myabe I was mad before we even met. Although metting someone usually means saying "hello" and give one's introduction."

"We are long past that." said Luna while starting to feel irritated, as she regained herself.

"Why? I can talk and it's faster to answer this way."

"Very well then, I am Princess Luna, Ruler of the night, Diarch of Equestria."

Two minutes i silence went on before Luna asked : "I think it is your turn to present yourself now."

"I won't speak without an attorney."

The princess beamed with rage, her horn crackled with lightning. She then pointed it directly to the warlock, letting go of her thunderous anger by shooting the lightning at the prisoner. However, Luna forgot two things : one the manacles restraining the trickster absorb all direct magic to avoid easy escapes, two these manacles also have limits. The restraints rattled vigorously before opening brutally, making Cephas almost hit the floor if he hadn't had the reflex to reception himself swifly with his hands and knees.

Heh too easy, altough I still feel I got toasted ever so slightly. Now! Escape plan, escape plan!

Luna fell on her rump, aghast by what had happened when the warlock deftly put his right hand in the back of his robes to reach his pouches and pull out a small potion with a purpleish mixture bubbling inside.

"Buvons en un, buvons en deux à la santé des amoureux." He sang happily as he drank in one gulp the content of the flask. the next moment he disappeared into fine air. Luna's jaw almost hit the floor. Still trying to reel in the situation she heard the door opening behind her and a voice intonning : "Et merde pour le roi d'Angleterre qui nous a déclaré la guerre!"

Probably should've thought of using my potions in the first place. Now I have about fifty seconds to find the exit before I'm visible again. So! I was asleep when I was transported here so I even have less of an idea of where the heck I am and even if I wasn't I still wouldn't know how to get out. Damn it! I should've bid my time to learn more, screw unplanned escapes!

While pondering on his next move, Cephas had walked to the circular staircase and heard the roar of storm behind him. the door of the "guest" room was thrown out of its hinges directly into the opposite wall, shattering upon impact.

"COME BACK HERE NOW!" yelled the storm from the room.

"Better skidaddle!" he chuckled before sprinting up the stairs wondering if he would get out of the dark horse's wrath before the potion faded.

"YOU WON'T GET AWAY!" an echo threatened from the deeps. The undead promptly sped up and passed several exits. From experience he knew with certainty that there would be an open roof from which he could jump off. He crossed his fingers, hoping he still had at least one parachute in his pouches.

"If not this will be a short, bloody, splattered escape. At least with all these exits, I'm sure not be followed so easily." he muttered before suddenly colliding with a brick wall making his translucidity vanish.

"And who are you supposed to be?"

Still pretty dazed after meeting a stone,, resilient friend, Cephas responded with barely audible growls. He managed to get up to the sight of an armored horse with bat wings, he was apparently guarding the last door to this tower.

Meaning this door must be important or an exit.

"Are you okay?" the horse asked.

"WHERE HAVE GONE BIPEDE?!" clammered from below.

"That's my cue to leave." Cephas promptly punched the bat-horse in the stomach and banished him into another plane before he could block his way or send an alert. The escapee kicked open the door and felt a small static shock course through him when stepping through the threshold, but he didn't care for that or the decor of the room as he glimpsed at an open window with glee.

"Finally blessed salvation!" the undead exclaimed with childlike joy. As he ran toward it, a blinding light stopped him in momentum.

"How many times are you going to do that? Why do you keep getting in front of my path to liberty everytime I'm so close to it?! Seriously, this is getting annoying as heck." he pouted to the appearing dark horse.

"Stand down! NOW!" Luna ordered with a authorative and stone cold tone.

"How about... BURN!" Cephas replied while launching a few Incinerations her way. The princess defended herself by making a telekinetic shield collide brutally with the flames making them explode on the walls, setting them ablaze.

"You DARE burn down my bedroom!"

"You did that yourself, equine!"

They circled each other, spells ready to fire. A sudden crack in the walls nearby was the moment when they both released their condensed magic. Chaos bolts against rays of light, fire versus lightning. The tide was at first on the undead's side but was gradually shifting in favor of the blue offender, which they both knew.

"You can't win! Surrender!"

"NEVER!" Cephas screamed as he transformed into a black and purple, winged demon. He started to channel an anomalous amount of magic between his claws making the floor shatter under the sheer weight of power.

"I'll blow you away! This. ends. NOW!" he yelled, throwing a Chaos bolt the size of a buffet. Just as he thought the princess was crushed, Cephas heard her booming voice utter : "You are quite powerful, however this but foal's play."

Luna finished dispersing the magical burst and witnessed that she was the only one in the room, the demon was nowhere to be found. She raced to the open window but didn't manage to see it fall to its doom or fly away.