Is Your Friendship Mistaken?

Falling, burning, dying, loving, hating, failing, and trying.  These thoughts all ran through the boy’s mind.  What was he?  He was nothing.  He was hated by the one he loved.  There was nothing.  There is nothing.  Death will be welcome.

“Oh Celestia!  We’ve got to carry him back.  Rarity, you get his legs, I’ll get his arms.”  The lavender mare exclaimed when she saw the body.  She picked up her friend with magic, while Rarity did the same.  Their combined effort was just enough to lift him.

The attack had drained them, and the two were barely able to lay him on his bed.  The other four of Twilight’s group came with Nurse Redheart.  She began working quickly, while the other six stood on edge outside.

After two hours and twenty-six minutes, by Twilight’s counting, Nurse Redheart opened the door?  Before she could be attacked by the worried ponies, she quickly explained the situation, “He’s awake and alive.  He’s asked me not to help him, but he wants to see Twilight.”

Said pony dashed into the room faster than a Frenchman away from a battle.  Kyle lay in the bed, staring at the ceiling.  Twilight quickly announced herself with a cough.

He turned to look at her.  “Greetings, young pony.  I understand you’ve been put through quite a bit of trouble.”  He began, the smile on his face suggested he remembered little.

“Kyle.  We’re so glad you’re alive.  But… do you even remember what happened?”  Twilight asked, worried he had more head trauma than she thought.

He sighed, and then turned to her, sitting up.  It seemed like he healed faster than normal.  “Yes.  I do.  That’s why I’ve got to leave.”  He saw the confusion on the mare’s face, “You can’t understand, but I’ve got to do something.  Kyle got hurt because of me.”

More confusion, “Yes, I’m Blackheart.  But I’m not here to do any harm.  Kyle’s dead to the world.  His suffering won’t even fight back against me controlling him.  He’s lost his will.  He no longer cares if he dies.”

It was odd, hearing Kyle’s mouth and voice talk about himself like he was a sick old stallion.  “Then, let us help.  We can do anything if we use the power of friendship.”

He stood up and walked to her.  He knelt, and stroked the mane that covered the back of her neck.  “Twilight, dear, sweet, innocent, Twilight.  Everyone, has a path they have to walk alone.  If you accept help, you’re forgetting who you are.”

He pulled her into a long embrace, speaking while he held her, “I have to stop the one who did this alone.  When I’m in control, Kyle has more power.  I have to do this because he won’t.  I have to let him take his time to come back.”

He let go, and grabbed the edge of the window, then he turned to Twilight one last time, “Don’t miss him, he’ll be back.  And don’t you dare miss me; I’m evil to begin with.”  He flung himself headfirst into the streets and ran for all his worth.  Twilight watch him go, tears in her eyes.  She’d already done both the things he’d told her not to.

There was one final thing for Blackheart to do.  It wasn’t his to do, but here he was, in Luna’s room.  He pulled out the pen and paper he’d borrowed from Twilight without asking.

He sang, and the message wrote itself.  Even without form the note hung in the air:

(The poem is currently under heavy reconstruction.  I will make a post in the comments when it's done.-Knave)

His archaic and purposely confusing message complete, he left the message on her pillow and then left, fully aware he would not survive this.

He walked to the forest.  It was time for the last bit of preparation.  He appeared in the Everfree Forest.  He knocked on the door of a small hut the appeared to be African.  Inside, the zebra was preparing the potions as he’d asked.

After making sure she was ready, he sat in a specially selected clearing.  It was open and distant, perfect for an undisturbed battle.

He sat, and crossed his legs, and began to sing, to lull himself into a state of focus.  It took only one song to bring him into his mind.  He chose one of sufficient anger.  He sang ‘You’re Gonna Go Far Kid’

When he finished he collapsed.  He landed laying flat on the forest floor.  His brain rushed with thoughts faster than he was able to comprehend.

Then he rose, perfectly at peace.  And standing in front of him was a large wolf.  Similar to him, but standing on two legs, and wearing a crown of glowing gold.  The crown was simple, but had a light radiating out of it, like Celestia blessed it herself.

“Blackheart.  You know now that I have to kill the body, take a different one.”  It spoke in a masculine, strong, high, honey-sweet voice.

Blackheart shook his head in return.

“A shame,” it mused, “you were always so mercurial, but TRAITORISM?  Even that’s a little far for you.”

Then it understood, the look in his eyes said everything.  Then, in an instant, his eyes flashed from tawny to lilac, and he growled in a gravelly voice, “I have waited for an uncountable amount of time, do you doubt my determination?”

He received no answer, and their battle began.  A battle of memories.  Each had to prove their reason to exist.  While fighting for another is a just cause, the Nightwalker had reason as well.

Blackheart was the Nightwalker’s sin, and some say that the creations always rebel against their masters.  This was no different.

At Canterlot castle, Luna had only just stumbled into her room after a long day of ‘important’ decisions, she flopped onto her bed, only to hear the crunch of paper.

She couldn’t see the note’s contents, but she could tell it wasn’t good.  The paper was tearstained, which meant it could have been Kyle.

Fear and paranoia coursed through her.  Could this be a letter to tell her that he no longer cared for her?

The door opened, and Luna said without turning, “Can’t you knock?”

“I hardly thought I’d have to knock at my sister’s door.”

She turned, shocked at Celestia’s voice.  “I’m sorry,” she spat out, “I thought you were somebody else.”

“That boy’s rubbing off on you.”  The solar ruler observed, feigning ignorance.  “But I have a matter to intend to in Ponyville, do you think you can raise the sun in a few minutes?”

“Sure, I’m certain it’s important, so I’ll let you go.”

Her sister turned and left without another word, not wanting to disturb her sister.  She knew the sign of angst.  She’d had it at the same age, and knew it was best to let it trot its path.

Luna slowly opened the note, dreading the news it might bring.  Before she finished, she closed it again.  She’d seen something on the other side of the paper.

On the back was a heart so black ink couldn’t have made it.  It was running, as if the letter itself was sad.  She didn’t understand until she opened the note and began to read the lyrics.  She sang softly to herself as she read, fearing her sister hadn’t yet left.

“I am returning from the dark; the one you loved and I have met our mark.”…