I put on my things and took my Scythe and quickly started waking everyone, there reactions ranging more anger to fear. It was just when I woke up Zachariah and Margaretta that I heard knocking at the door, and Zachariah speaking to me. Him sounding more serious than I ever heard before.
“Soldier!? Are- Are they going to take you, what will we do!”
I speak, quickly.
“Do not wowwy. Auwucuw am suwe fwuffy can wowk somethin’ out, an’ if not I gabe instwuctions to youw Fathah an’ Uncwe pwiow to wakin’ 'ou.”
Everyone else who was now ready comes out and joins me near the twins room, with the knocking not stopping. I speak to everyone.
“Auwucuw wants ‘ou aww to stay hewe an’ be safe. I wiww tawk to these men an’ hopefuwwy soon dey wiww weabe ouw wand. If Auwucuw doesn’t wetuwn by sunwise Sauw an’ Dabid hab been giben instwuctions.”
I give each one of my family members a hug and head downstairs, opening the door.
I was met by a rather large middle aged Pegasus stallion, light yellow coat and a shortly cut bluish graying mane. He wore some of the finest armor I had ever seen, it being made of several plates with painted red lines, and a red feathered helmet, he also had a small red cape. He speaks to me with a awkward smile, a voice of formality and respect that took me slightly off guard.
“I apowogize fo’ ouw wathah stwange timing, fwuffy got wost twyin’ to find dis pwace. Name’s Aawon DawkWing, Duke of Edsew an’ Fiwst Commandah of dah woyaw guawd. Nice to meet 'ou, am quite dah cewebwity back in Motow!”
He goes and shakes my unoccupied hand, me to much in shock to resist. Aaron speaks again.
“Am guessin’ ‘ou am Auwucuw do to dah gowd scythe an’ wibin’ in dis big house.”
Finally I speak, trying to keep my composure.
“Why am 'ou hewe…”
Aaron speaks.
“Oh stwaite to business, wike youw stywe! ‘Ou see what ‘ou hab been doin’ has been causin’ wot of tawk an’ wumows, we’be been heawin’ things that sound quite y’know, not gud… His majesty Empewow Sebewin ii an’ Gwandmastah Fabian hab come to tawk to 'ou, dey wish to meet 'ou in pewson.”
Suddenly another voice comes, a puffy. I see the Talon Grandmaster come walking up to us, his rather youthful appearance being that of black feathers and a brown body, his armor being that of a Knight with a large black cape covering half of it.
“Have you got him DarkWing!”
“Yes Gwandmastew!”
He arrives and he looks at me, speaking quickly.
“Than let’s go!”
Reluctantly I follow them, I will speak to “His Majesty” And get these people off our land.
As we walked towards the Carriage, I was quickly surrounded by Talon Knights and Royal Guards, there faces either disdain, confusion, or curiosity. The Grandmaster speaks, sounding rather frustrated.
“Can’t believe Severin dragged me out to this shithole, this shantytown of inbred idiots makes Hive City look half civilized!”
He looks to one of his bodyguards and speaks.
“Get me a bottle of the good stuff!”
I see a Knight quickly get of a wagon and open a crate, taking out a bottle. The Grandmaster speaks once more.
“BE CARE WITH THAT! That crate was from Vissarman’s personal collection…”
He hands him the bottle and Aaron speaks.
“Otay’ den, gib me dah signaw if anythin’ goes wwong.”
"Yeah…:
With that Aaron leaves and we arrive at the Emperor’s carriage, the Grandmaster speaking to me as he holds the door.
“Nu sudden mobements.”
We enter.
The Carriage had to be one of the nicest, most luxurious, and well crafted places I had ever seen. Fine wood covered the entire structure, with ordainments lined with gold and mounted statues all around. Finally nearing the end of the carriage sitting on a throne, I saw Emperor Severin ii. The Emperor looked nothing like I had thought, I felt more taken aback than when I spoke to Aaron. He was a young earthie with a bright beige coat and long straight dark gray hair, and with his more rounded face and prominent eyelashes you could have mistaken him for a mare if you were far away. Besides that the outfit matched, a long luxurious flowing robe and clothing to match, him also wearing the crown of Motor and holding a jeweled scepter. The Emperor speaks, a smile appearing on his face.
“Ahhhh Sebewin finawwy gets to meet dah mistah who’s been causin’ quite dah stiw. 'ou know how hawd it was to-”
I interrupt.
“Why am 'ou hewe…”
The Grandmaster quickly speaks right after, his voice filled with anger.
“You do not interrupt the Emperor!”
Severin speaks, him raising his scepter slightly.
“Fabian it’s otay’, mewe commonews nu know couwt edict. Nao c’mon wet’s cwack open that bottwe, my fwoat am dwy as fuck.”
The Grandmaster goes and gives the Emperor the bottle, him taking out three glasses. He speaks.
“Wan’ any?”
I don’t respond, my question wasn’t answered. After a few seconds Severin speaks again, putting the glass away.
“Mowe fo’ us den.”
He fills the glasses and starts to speak, having a demeanor of smugness."
“Dah weason we am hewe am 'cos of ‘ou, Auwucuw. We simpwy wan’ to know, whewe’d do get dah powews?”
I speak.
“Auwucuw wasn’t “giben” them. Dah One choose me to be a vessew fo’ him to webeaw himsewf to peopwe, am simpwy his Pwophet. Nao get out.”
Severin speaks, not satisfied.
“Auwucuw 'ou know aww wewigions am just made up wies? Eben when fwuffy was a foaw Sebewin knew it was aww buwwshit! C’mon teww me dah twuth, how did 'ou get these powews!?”
I speak.
“Auwucuw am not wiaw, nao get off ouw wand.”
Severin now looks visibly frustrated, Grandmaster Fabian chimes in.
“Maybe we should just move on to the next point dea- Your Majesty.”
Severin speaks.
“Yes, yes… Auwucuw I nee’ to teww ‘ou somethin’.”
Severin takes a deep sigh and speaks again, what he was thinking about must be exhausting.
“‘Ou see it may not be obbious to those wibin’ in dah countwyside, buh dah Equestwian empiwe has seen much bettah days. Faiwin’ economy, undewgwound Madanakian an’ Changewing’ sepawatists, gwowin’ disdain fo’ my dynasty an’ it’s histowy, an’ a popuwation gettin’ to wawge to feed itsewf. Wewe neawin’ 9 miwwion 'ou see.”
Severin wipes his brow and continues.
“Fwuffy inhewited a mess, buh I intend to fix it.”
Severin continues.
“'Ou know dewe am a pwace down souff fwom hewe, ‘ou just hab to fowwow dah wibah. Dey caww dis pwace Abbewtu, wand of dah Zebwa’s. Dewe am gweat wegends of dis pwace, cities made of gowd, magicaw beings wike ‘ou, an’ neaw infinite wesouwces. Auwucuw, Sebewin wants ‘ou to hewp us inbade dis wand, su we can take ebewythin’. It may be ouw wast’ chance.”
This man was made, warring with another country! I speak, barely having any words.
“‘Ou demon am goin’ to bwin’ destwuction, 'ou hab nu idea what ebiw am about to unweash. Auwucuw wiww nebah sewbe 'ou!”
Severin chuckles at the “Demon” Comment and speaks again, his voice cold as stone.
“Sebewin twied to ask hewp fwom dah Dwagons, twied takin’ new wands to onwy be met by faiwuwe, twied eben wefowmin’ dis mess of a state. Nu use, it’s ouw onwy option. Dis am youw wastes’ chance, sewbe dah cwosest thin’ to god on dis eawth, ow ewse…”
I speak.
“Weabe an’ nebah come back.”
Severin shouts, less than a second later.
“AAWON!”
At that moment I thought I was going to be attacked, nothing happened. Aaron speaks, him outside.
“I got them!”
Instantly I felt my body go cold… Severin smiles, speaking.
“'Ou weawwy thought we’d just wet 'ou go?”
Without hesitation I run out of the carriage and see the sight infront of me, I couldn’t believe it.
Windmer, Evalyn, Isaac, David, Saul, Zachariah, Margaretta and Julia were all lined up in a sitting position, Aaron and the Royal Guards putting their swords to there throats. A few seconds later Fabian and Severin leave the Carriage, Fabian speaks to Aaron who had his sword on Windmer’s throat.
“He refused our last chance, execute the old fucker!”
NOOOOO! I tried to use my Scythe to stop him but it wasn’t working, WHY! Windmer looks at me with terrorized eyes and Aaron murders him, everyone else screaming in absolute terror. His blood gushes out as he gurgles something I couldn’t make out and moments later he falls limp on the ground, eyes completely lifeless. There was so much screaming and crying, I could barely hear Fabian speak as I started to black out from pure shock.
“May this serve as a warning… If you ever disobey us again, they will all die.”
He looks over to his Knights.
“PUT THE FAMILY IN A CAGE, AND PUT THE SORCERRER IN HIS OWN! WE MAKE IT TO STABLELOT BEFORE NEXT WEEK!”
I see all of them dragged to a small filthy caged wagon, and thrown in. I am taken and thrown into my own, as I was blacking out Severin picked up my Scythe and laughed. Speaking to me mockingly.
“Sebewin thinks he am goin’ to keep dis as a soubeniw, nao be a gud boy!”
The gate is locked and we leave our city, I only see is Windmer’s bloodied body before total darkness takes over. Fin
The end is near… Thank you for reading my story! I hope to have the next part done in a few day’s to a week, and of course constructive criticism is appreciated. May you have a good day!