~Here we go. Chapter one is coming along smoothly but I thought I'd give you guys something to keep you all sated. Introducing our Champions in the process is a bonus.
Introduction: A Taste of Things to Come
"Tell me, Lunar Champion, is this everything you thought it would be?" He spoke above the maelstrom that was the tearing winds surrounding them. Light rain splattered itself across his wide silver breastplate, the water running along the contours of the in-laid golden designs. His greaves were planted well on the cracked and weathered ground beneath him. His frayed cloak danced about in the wind, the Imperial crest embroidered into the thick fabric bellowed about in a flurry of reds, yellows, and oranges. His long blonde hair hung wetly along the features on his strong face, slightly obscuring the cutie mark on his cheek, a black sun.
The Celestian Champion stood with his back to the oncoming sunlight, facing the encroaching darkness before him. His broadsword was coated in blood that was slowly being washed away by the light rain. His large kite shield, battered from long hours of battle, clasped itself firmly to his left arm. He was a tower of strength, a bastion of holy radiance garbed in silver and gold armor.
Across from him stood a man of an athletic build. Behind him, the darkness of the night enshrouded the skies and the light of the moon and stars cast a cold glow upon his silhouette. He wore a long, short sleeve black coat made of sturdy leather with a light grey athletic tank top beneath. His coat was ravaged and had holes in various places that complimented the frayed ends. He wore a set of black jeans and simple black leather shoes. His medium length brown hair, normally shaggy and wild, now clung to his head in a mix of blood and rain. His hands and lower forearms dripped with blood, from both the cuts along his features and the blood of the enemies he had slain. All of the blood slightly obscured his mark that he had on both forearms, a white star held inside of a white crescent moon. Tied to various parts of his person were ribbons of every color of the rainbow. They flapped about in the winds that tore at him sending out a barrage of colors streaming from his person. He stood hunched over, head down.
The Lunar Champion looked to the skies above him. He saw dark clouds obscuring a sky at war with itself, the sun and moon were having their own battle above them. Dark shades of majestic blues and purples swirled violently against the bright colors of the dawn. Lightning streaked across the sky caused by the magic energies at work. As he looked, the rain stung at his eyes, but he didn't blink. He wouldn't dare shut his eyes until the task he was given had come to an end. He looked back down at the wall of silver in front of him, his piercing green eyes beginning to glow a deep and terrible shade of purple.
"To tell you the truth," The Lunar Champion said. "I never wanted things to be this way. And knowing you, you didn't either." He stood up straight and placed his arms loosely at his sides. "But I can't stop now. Not after everything that has happened. Not after..." He touched at a clutch of ribbons on his right shoulder, just above the sewn-on patch given to all of the soldiers of the Lunar Republic. A clutch of sky blue, orange, yellow, lavender, white, pink, and red.
"You would still fight? You would still chance everything after you have already lost so much?" The Celestian Champion clutched his sword and shield tighter as he saw the dark magical aura that started to seep from his opponent's body.
"I'm not like you, Celestian. I don't fight for some grand cause or the every day citizen. I fight for more." The Lunar Champion gritted his teeth together as he began to feel the force within him build to a boiling point. It was a hot feeling, like he was being burned alive from the inside. "I fight for the friends I have lost. For the loved ones that were taken from me. I fight for the promises, not that I made, but the ones made by others. I will fight until the day I drop, and no matter what may come my way," The ground beneath the Lunar Champion erupts in a violent outburst of magical energy causing various weapons of all sorts to sprout up around him. "I will see the day where I take Celestia's head."
The Lunar Champion picks up two weapons, one in each hand. A sinister looking broadsword and an axe, both made of a dark energy. He readies himself into a stance, his right foot forward, his sword resting calmly in his right hand pointed at his enemy, the axe towards the ground in front of his chest. His cutie mark changes colors as dark forces work their way down his arms to the weapons in his hands, from purest white, to darkest black.
"So be it." The Celestian holds his shield at the ready, sword half-way cocked for a swing at chest level. Blinding light starts to work it's way from the ground around him, melding and weaving itself into his armor. His cutie mark changes colors as his blue eyes begin to shine with solar fire, into that of a bright golden.
There they stood, poised at the ready. It was all down to one final motion. Only one would walk from here alive. The Champion of the Celestian Empire and the Champion of the Lunar Republic. Two fated warriors whose only goal is to take the life of the other.
Things weren't always like this, Equestria wasn't always chaos. The Lunar Champion could see it all flash before his eyes. In what was supposed to be his last moment, his mind allowed him to relive the nightmare of war all over again.