One Pony's Tale: The Drake Chronicles Vol 11: The Return of the King

by Dr-Lovekill

The 11th book of the series. Drake and family are summoned by Princess Celestia to head to the frozen north on a new assignment. Along with a famed artifact hunter, they must retrieve a powerful relic before a sinister cult can use its dark power to bring about the return of a long-feared evil. Will this case finally be the end of Drake...and all of Equestria? Rating may change.

12. Chapter 12

Chapter 12

This is a REALLY short chapter, and I know how odd that is for me. I just wanted to show Daring's POV just once in this thing. I hope you enjoy it. -Drake

From 'Daring Do and the Curse of the King'

I knew that Drake was in trouble. The Sombra followers had given us the terrible news that there was no way to get the spirit of the evil king out of the gallant soldier's body. I think we all understood how badly this could end, and what little chance there was of Drake making it out alive. I think none of us wanted to even consider losing him as a possibility though. There was always the hope that Princess Cadence or Princess Celestia had the power to draw him out and fix the mess we were in before it was too late, but that was the problem. Whether or not we would be too late. The more time passed, the more I could see that Lieutenant Drake was being worn down, that he was losing the fight inside of him.

We left the chamber and took one of the tunnels in the center. It was a gamble, but in situations like this, you sometimes have to throw all of the chips down and take a chance. So we rolled the dice and picked a passage. Drake wasted no time in charging ahead of us, no doubt determined to not let King Sombra take possession of his mind. He loved his family, more than anything. I could tell that about him from the start, and maybe that is what had kept him going this long. I hoped that it would be enough to keep him going long enough to reach help.

Drake stopped once, and I could see the struggle he was up against. He clenched his teeth and grabbed his head. His breathing became harder and more labored. I knew there was nothing we could do but watch, and hope that he had the strength to pull through this latest mental attack by King Sombra. Whatever he did, he fought it off, and after a moment to catch his breath, he was galloping down the corridor again, with his family and I running to keep up. I hoped. I prayed to whatever deity I thought would listen that He would make it. I had my doubts about the strange detective when I was assigned to work with him, but in the short time I'd worked with him, he had more than proven himself. He was my friend.

Next chapter up soon.