It was looking more and more like Twilight hadn't been reading my thoughts. Which was good, as it meant I was now just one step farther from her and her reach of power, as I was currently walking through the brush leading out of Canterlot. The night dragged on for a long while, I'd had to take several stops to...ahem, drain the lizard, and the moon was lowering in the sky. That and...I'd been trying and somewhat failing to put the events of said night out of my mind.

'On one hand, I just discovered I came here with more than just gear. Will is certainly not expected, but, at least it's easier than most magic I've heard of in stories.' I reasoned as I continued to trudge through the underbrush.

The foliage was getting lighter, and I knew I'd have to cross onto the actual road soon, but I decided to do that as late as possible. I frowned as I tried to glance back at the blade on my back.

"So...you're the Bluemoon Greatsword?" I asked. "Forgive me for being blunt-" I paused, then turned my head back, scowling. "-Actually, no, fuck that. HOW, are you the Bluemoon Greatsword? Only the Moonlight Greatsword can use moonlight energy!"

'I am YOUR Bluemoon Greatsword. That is why. The one from the game you know and love simply did not work because none believed in it quite enough, nor had your spirit. Benhart believed, yes...but he did not have your spirit. Your Will.'

"...Will with a capital 'W', or...?" I asked, trailing off.

'Yes. You are not a typical Hero. Your Will is similar in power to Garth, The Hero of Will's, in strength. Greater, in fact. As such, your Will is almost naturally attuned to me...and your other blade.'

I blinked, looking down at the katana at my hip as I kept walking. "But...why, then, is it not talking?"

'Tis not ready to, O' Master.'

I grunted, rolling my eyes. "Riiight." We walked on in silence after that, me simply keeping an eye on the sky and road, and listening to the running water nearby.

Eventually, the Greatsword spoke up again. 'Are you not going to clean up, Master?'

"When I'm farther away, I will. We're still too close to the capital to warrant stopping now," I replied curtly.

'...Fair enough.'

I did want to stop, though. My feet ached something fierce, I still had glass in me and on my clothes, I still smelled of vomit, on top of sweat and blood, and I was just overall tired. Not just physically, but emotionally and mentally.

So yeah, shit sucked right now.

But, I had to forge on. Otherwise, I'd be facing much, MUCH worse times ahead. I did not fancy going to jail, or being executed, or turned to stone, or whatever the Elements would do to me.

Even though my body and spirit were weary, I had to forge on. I had to have hope. Hope that someday, things would be better.

'And they shall, o' bearer mine.' A new voice in my head said.

I stopped in my walking at that. Slowly, I looked down at my hip, where my katana was.

"...I see you decided to join the party too," I said with a sigh.

'Indeed. I simply needed proof that you were the One.'

I blinked. "The fuck do you mean? Like a chosen one? 'Cause pal, I am far, FAR from that bullshit."

A chuckle. 'Perhaps not a chosen one, no. No, o' bearer mine, you are simply my true wielder.'

I raised a brow at the katana. "You've had other wielders?"

'Indeed, o' bearer mine. I am the Faith of the Weary. Their Wrath. Their Sorrow. Their Anodyne. And, most importantly...yours.'

I stared down at the blade, then sighed again and started to walk once more. "Well, great. Another happy fucking companion."

'Take heart, o' bearer mine. As you so thought, you must only continue to have faith, and all shall be well.'

I groaned. "Yeah, yeah..." I took a breath and released it. "Yeah... I know..." I said in a much more tired, lower tone.

I wanted to sleep, honestly. Everything had taken it's toll, and the adrenaline boost I'd gotten had worn off hours ago, the pain creeping in more and more.

Yet, rest was not in the cards fate had dealt me currently, as much as I hated it. I still had to keep running, so no one could find me.

A rush of air suddenly blew me on my back, and I grunted in slight pain, looking up to see- Oh.

"Oh. Shit," I breathed.

A dragon. An actual fucking dragon was hovering above me. I hadn't been watching the sky enough, I was too distracted and tired, and now there's a fucking dragon above me! I mean, sure, I knew dragons more openly came to Equestria now, but WHAT THE FUCK?!?

It stared down at me, piercing golden eyes seeming to inspect me. It's scales gleamed like platinum in the moonlight. "You are the new Chainbreaker? Krosis."

I blinked again. "That...was that Dovahzul?"

"Ah, so you know our Tongue. Good," the dragon spoke, humming.

I shook my head slowly, backing up a bit. "W-Well, I uh, know some, but not by heart..."

"At ease. I am not here to kill you. That would defeat my purpose, Chainbreaker," the dragon assured.

I didn't feel very assured. Dragons may have had their exceptions in the Elder Scrolls, but many were still menaces to mortals. Equestrian dragons honestly weren't too much better. I did not fancy my chances. Stilll...what the fuck was a Chainbreaker? It was obvious the 'C' was capitalized, and thus the word had deeper meaning but...what was the meaning?

"S-So, uh, what is your purpose here, then?" I asked slowly and carefully, hand on my katana.

The dragon opened it's mouth to speak, only to stop short and looked up. I frowned. "Uh...something, uh, wrong?"

"The time has come earlier than thought," the dragon said with a hiss.

I shuddered at said hiss. "U-Uh, what do ya mean?"

It swiftly landed, lowering it's head to me. "There is no time. Climb on. We must move with all haste."

I blinked. "Whyyy...?" I looked up to where the drake had looked, and my eyes soon widened.

The clouds were swirling in the late-night sky above Canterlot, and a deep green glow was emanating from within them. Not only that, but small, winged figures were swarming out of it.

I recognized the scene, even if it wasn't from up close. "How the fuck...?"

"There is no time! Get on!" the drake beside me barked.

I jumped, and, not wanting to make him angry anymore, swiftly climbed on. Much as I would normally be very happy to ride a dragon for real, this was not the time, or the place. I grabbed firmly onto his horns, and without much more warning, he flapped his wings and took off towards the city.

Already I could see the other form coming out of the spiraling clouds. A dragon. It wasn't red like from the game, not entirely, but instead an assortment of red, purple, and black, with similar patterns around it's eyes - not unlike Sombra - and, after it unfurled itself and exited the spiraling vortex that was slowly closing up, I noticed the same patterns on it's wings and around it's chest, specifically around its heart. It also had four legs PLUS wings, instead of the dragon I was on and it's two legs and wings.

But it was far, FAR larger than the drake I was riding on now. And falling much faster than we could reach it. The vortex had dropped it almost right above the city, and while we were flying, we were at least three, maybe four miles out from it.

The bigger dragon landed in the city of Canterlot to a heralding cacophony of screams, followed by a bell tower. I could see the smaller winged figures better now, too. They were harpies, straight from Dragon's Dogma.

The drake I was on had to use his breath and maw to keep some at bay, and while I wanted to unsheathe one of my blades, I was not confident I'd do it without falling off. So, shakily, I tried to summon my Will again. I tried to focus on fire, on heat, tried to imagine it coursing through me and into my palm, and soon enough, I felt, saw, and heard fire crackling in my palm.

That done, I grit my teeth and took aim at the closest harpy. Once it got close enough, I Iobbed the ball of flames at it, burning the she-witch's wings and making her plummet to the earth below. I did this over and over, missing a fair few times because I suck at throwing, much less lobbing, but still hitting quite a few since there were so many.

The guard were too scrambled to do anything about us, too caught up fighting the harpies and the other dragon. Most, however, simply ran away.

The city folk below were of similar minds, screaming as they ran for their lives. I noticed that even some dragons, minotaurs and yaks were running away. The other dragons running away was curious, but I focused more on where we were apparently heading to.

Straight for the dragon.

"Um, hey, why are we heading straight for the big thing that obviously wants to fucking kill everything else?!" I asked over the din of the wind.

"We must fend the fiend off!" my designated driver explained.

"Fucking WHAT?!" I cried, looking down at the platinum dragon in shock, Fireball spell fizzling out.

"Steel yourself! We are going to land!"

"Fucking whHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!?!" I cried again as we dove down for where the larger dragon had landed.

My mind raced for the umpteenth time today. I didn't want to do this. I didn't want to die to some fucking dragon! But... I looked down at the streets below me as everything rushed past. Time seemed to slow. People were running. Scared for their lives. Many probably had already lost those lives.

And I was just told to fend this thing off.

I was just given the chance I'd always wanted in life.

A chance to make a difference. To make a real impact. Small ones had kept me satisfied over the years, but this? This was on a whole other level. This was something that would change a nation, or at least this city. Before, all I changed was someone's mood, and temporarily at that. This...this would have lasting changes.

I could change things for the better here.

I could save lives.

I'd never gotten that chance before. Wasn't eligible for the Service, or the Police. Too unpredictable, too dangerous, with my psychosis. But now?

I had a chance.

I turned my view back to the massive dragon we were diving towards, and my gaze slowly hardened, even though I shook. I ignored the fact that the ponies had betrayed me. Because now? It didn't matter to me. They were in trouble. They needed help. My personal feelings were far below second now...because lives were at stake. I could feel adrenaline slowly kick in again as I focused my gaze on the huge dragon we were creeping up on quicker and quicker. I ignored the feeling of impending doom, the fear...and pushed on. Time sped back up.

I...would make a difference.

Once we were close enough, I jumped off from my ride, plummeting towards the back of the much larger dragon below.

As swift as I could, I unsheathed the Bluemoon Greatsword, and angled it down.

I rocketed towards the beast, and as it turned to look up at us, I slammed the greatsword into it's eye.

It roared and shook it's head about, thus shaking me off and making me rocket towards a building. I slammed back first into hard stucco, felt something snap, gasped in pain, and slid down to feel my legs break.

I screamed in pain.

I looked shakily down at my legs, vision blurring.

'Master!'

'Bearer!'

I then immediately looked back up at the dragon as I saw and felt my greatsword embed itself right next to my head. The dragon lowered it's claws, having obviously flicked my greatsword at me after plucking it out of it's eye.

My vision continued to swim. I could vaguely make out the continuous screams, and the fact that the other dragon was lying across the shattered square with a number of broken scales and maybe some blood, but not much else. Shapes and forms were hazy. Everything was fading.

I coughed up blood. For real this time. I looked shakily down at myself, realizing that I really might die. I glanced around. Others were still in danger. I had to help. Forget about myself, OTHERS WERE IN FUCKING DANGER! I force myself to look back up, to try and move. I gasped in pain at that, falling right back down. My lungs burned. Everything was white hot pain. Crackling, white hot pain. Burning pain. But I still tried. I needed to.

At the very least, I could look up at the fucker, and glare at him, show him that even if I died, he wouldn't kill me. Wouldn't kill my spirit.

Then, the larger dragon looked down at me, noticing my glare, likely, eyes black and glowing green now. They were...oddly clear, to me, despite my swimming vision.

"Dideba ghirsi. Namdvilad sheidzleba sheako. Tkven namdvilad ghirsi k’andidat’i khart shemdegi bmulistvis.

Gikharoden, akhladkmnili. Sanam shen dgakhar did gzas.

Shens guls shevinarchuneb, magram tu daak’maq’opileb gansatsdelebs ... maik’ls mogartmev mas.

Damshvidobebit."

Time slowed down again as I saw it lower a single, massive claw towards me. Lower it went, and lower, until it reached my chest, and pain erupted through me. Pain that put the previous few seconds to so much shame it was all in a doghouse. I looked up with a wordless, voiceless gasp as my heart was ripped out of my chest.

The Dragon raised it up, towards it's maw, opened it, and dropped my heart in. I only saw the faintest glow from my heart as the Dragon closed it's maw, felt the pain in my body grow to be too much, before I blacked out.

What the bigger Dragon said was Georgian. Basically, it means this.

"Praiseworthy valor. Laudable indeed. You are surely a worthy candidate for the next Link.

Rejoice, newly Arisen. For before you lies a grand path.

Your heart I shall keep, but if you meet the trials...mayhaps you shall gain it back.

Farewell."

Keep in mind it's a very rough translation. Like, VERY rough. I'll look for something better in the future so that the words are more correct.

Either way, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Even more is coming!