When will it end?

Daring awoke, and looked out of the nearest window. She could barely catch glimpses of the sky, which was a pinkish hue. "Morning." She looked towards the sound, and saw Artorias sitting in the center of the floor, a book in hand. The book was torn in several places, and looked like it had been through a lot. Daring could tell it was at least 120 years old, at least.

"What is that?"

"It's my Journal. I use it to record my past adventures and any lore I might find." This puzzled daring, because if the book was so old, Artorias had to be that old as well. He was looking at a section of the book five-sixths through. She thought he couldn't be that old.

"So it's basically a book containing your history?"

"Exactly."

"I see. Could I take a look?"

"No." Artorias snapped the book shut, then put in his box. Daring didn't press the matter.

"What's in the box?"

"All the necessities for my adventures. Armor, weapons, and herbs of different kinds."

"How do they fit in?"

"This box doesn't have a bottom. You can put anything inside it."

"Even your whole body?"

"Yes, but then you would forever be lost to its depths."

"I see. Thanks for coming to my rescue by the way. Ahuizotl would have left me for dead."

"Ahuizotl?"

"A giant blue cat fiend, who hunts after dangerous treasures. It's my job to stop him."

"You have taken a dangerous quest. I hope you can see it to the end."

"Thanks. Oh, by the way, did you see a statue of a red sun crashing into the world?"

"Ahuizotl ran off with it."

"Crap."

"Huh?"

"That statue has the power to drain the life force of a god."

"What?!" Twilight shouted from the nearby doorway. A look of panic struck across her face.

"Yes," said Daring, "it can, and will, drain the powers of a god that harnesses the sun in any form, be it heat or flame."

"He could use that on Celestia!"

"Celestia?" Asked Artorias.

"She is our monarch, an alicorn who controls the sun, raising it and lowering it every day. She also has a sister named Luna, who controls the moon."

"Ah."

"If he gets that to Celestia, she's a gonor." said Daring.

"We need to get going," said Artorias, "are you feeling okay miss...?"

"Daring. Daring Doo. And yes, I'm feeling fine, a bit dizzy, but fine." She responded, as she stood up onto the floor.

"Good. Twilight, can you wake up Rainbow?"

"I thought she would be out here with you?"

"She isn't here?"

"No."

"Great, now we have to go fi—" Zecora's front door burst open, and Rainbow burst in.

"Twilight, we have to get to Ponyville!"

"Rainbow, what's wrong?" Asked Twilight.

"The town...it's under attack!"

"Then we have no time to lose. Artorias, grab Daring and lets get going."

"Wait what!?" Daring barely got out as Artorias lifted her onto his shoulder. He picked his blade with his right hand, Daring with his left, and sprinted out the door. Twilight and Rainbow followed.

Ponyville

Artorias, Twilight, and Rainbow sprinted out of the forest, breaking through the trees on top of a hill, to gaze upon the whole of Ponyville. What they saw shocked them to their hooves, (or feet). Ponyville was in ruins. Flames were atop every building, and town hall was rubble. The Library where Twilight lived had crashed to the ground, flames devouring it. Carousel Boutique was the only untouched section in the town due yo a magical force field of a bluish tint. Almost the entire town was inside the tiny bubble. Twilight could barely here the insane sound of laughter echoing across the ground. "Wait here." Artorias set down Daring, and ran towards the town.

Artorias dashed through the wreckage of the peaceful town, heading towards the insane laughter that was originating from within he center of the flames. A nearby building began to collapse, and was sealing up the only path. Artorias dashed under, rolling as the building fell. Its destruction trapped him in a circle of flaming rubble. CLAP CLAP CLAP, a slow clapping sound originated from behind him. "Well, well, well. It looks like you found me Artorias." The words were spoken by a female wearing thick armor. It was golden and had a blue cape coming out of the back. He helm was pointed upward, and it reminded Artorias of the armor worn by the giants of Anor Londo.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Dydilus," she replied, "and I can't let you leave here alive." She slowly drew her blade, a thick great-sword of copper color, with ruins inscribed on the bottom.

"Very well then, so be it." said Artorias as he drew his blade.

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She rushed, barely giving time to prepare. She smashed his blade aside, imbedding it into the ground to the right. She slammed her fist into his gut, them grabbed him by the arms and swung him into the center. He landed on his back, knocking the air out of him. She slowly walked up to him as he shakily stood up. He dashed at her, fists raised. She swung her blade down, making him roll to the left, away from his blade. As he stood up, she grabbed him by the plume of his helmet. She punched him in the face, then swung him onto the ground. She stood over him and planted a foot on his chest. She brought her blade over his heart, and shoved it down. Artorias gripped the blade, barely keeping it above his chest. It slowly inched closer, just millimeters above his life. He lost strength and the blade came down. He felt it pierce his skin, impaling him through his ribcage. It barely missed. He looked up, and saw why. His own blade was pushing against hers. He followed it to the hilt, and saw a silhouette. It pushed hers aside, then cut into Dydilus' shoulder. She cried out in pain, and jumped back. Artorias felt the blade slide out of him, blood gushing from the wound. He heard a sound that could only be described as a fleeing wind, then everything went black. The last thing he felt was rain.