Elite Knight in Equestria ch2

It had been some time since the catastrophic events of the Changeling assault. The wounded were being treated in makeshift tents as the Hospital was full to capacity, volunteers lending a hoof as the community came together in a time of crisis.
The changelings had been repelled once more, although this time Queen Chrysalis had been incarcerated in the palace dungeons for the terrible threat she had unleashed on the land.
There was, however, a room in the hospital that had been cut off from the public eye, guard ponies stationed outside as some medical professionals attended to the alien creature that had been summoned in their hour of need.
Trixie stood awkwardly to one side of the room, brought forth for her part in calling the strange being, yet without concrete answers to provide. Truly, much of magic can be attributed to chance when desperation and mortal peril are in the mix.
While Celestia assumed command of the relief efforts, she had entrusted the security of the proceedings to her sister Luna, who stood nearby in the event the alien proved to be hostile. Two of her guards accompanied her, stony faced as they assisted the nurse ponies in stripping the injured being’s armour.
It was male, by their reckoning, and the crumpled steel plate was secured by a series of leather belts; worrisome in itself that such a culture would harvest pelts for their tools. The chainmail was an unusual garb, not unheard of, but deemed unnecessary by the often lightly equipped guard, for inhibiting flight. Some personal effects were stored on it’s body, as Luna had made a comment on the pouch containing some sort of box enchanted with a space expansion effect. Finally past the heavy protection, they reached the being itself.
It was bloodied, the sheer amount of abuse the being had suffered in the latest battle was incredible, bright crimson blood and caked masonry grit wiped down quickly by the efficient hospital staff. The body was vaguely that of a Minotaur, yet the head much more compact, with short gold hair that was filthy at the moment.
“His body is showing signs of long term abuse,” began the head nurse as she read from her notes, “Hairline fractures in the shield hoof, as well as compounded internal bruising all over the body, concentrated on the upper limbs. The skull shows signs of repeated concussion, and there’s internal bleeding in his lungs from the collapsing wall.”
She looked up sadly, “It doesn’t look good, Princess Luna.”
The night monarch shook her head and gently urged the ponies to continue.
“We understand thine concerns, although we must not falter in our efforts; Were it not for the brave creature before us we would have suffered terrible losses to the dragon.”
Efforts redoubled, the healers began to stitch the internal injuries with magic while bandages were applied to the numerous superficial wounds along the alien’s frame.
It was strange…how different the creature’s body was from them, and yet how frail. It was strung with whipcord muscle, very sturdy, but it bled and broke just like they did. Underneath that thin armour was just anypony else, really.
It was a sobering thought that such a soul could have gone up against a dragon alone.
In the corner, Trixie shuffled nervously, tugging at her cloak hem in a habitual tic.
“Is…will he be alright, your highness?”
Lune smiled down at the shorter blue mare, and nodded gracefully.
“We will do all in our power to make it so.”
“The Great and Powerful Trixie is indebted to you, your highness,” bowing lightly the magician’s eyes returned to the injured creature she had inadvertly brought about.
“Alright everypony, we’ve stabilized him for now. He’ll need extended bed rest and an IV to replace all the blood he’s lost.”
The assembled faces brightened at the head nursepony’s declaration.
“Perhaps,” began Luna, “We might take this time to learn more of our strange guest. I will project a faucet of his memories, that we may deduce if he should prove a threat to our kingdom.”
The hospital staff politely filtered out, as Luna’s guards joined the others just outside the door. At a subtle motion, Trixie was invited to stay, and soon the pair were joined by the exhausted figure of Celestia.
“How is it, sister?”
“Fine now, we are preparing to peer into his memories, to dicern his intentions.”
The sun princess acknowledged, “Make it so.”
Situated at the alien’s head, the moon princess’s horn glowed as she cast her magicks, and an ethereal cloud gathered above, and the small group looked on as shapes began to colour in the smoke.
It displayed to them, the lone figure of the alien, climbing some dreary Cliffside. Cresting the top, a collapsed cathedral sat on the overcast peak. The ponies watched as the armoured creature entered the ruin, fighting horrid corpses reanimated through some sorcery. Though obviously tired, the alien fought well, until he suffered some grievous blow, and limped away to lie wounded in a cell.
As the warrior lay winded there, in the light through the broken ceiling, another alien came upon him. It was the creature from the cell, in which the corpse had been rolled into.
It was clad in damaged armour unlike that of the one the ponies had in their care; This creature was more fully enclosed in iron, fluted along all of it’s limbs, and a helm with a pronounced beak and two eye slits. It carried a longsword and a kite shield, emblazoned with a simple yellow dragon design.
“…Oh, You…” said the blue-clad warrior, “You’re no hollow, eh? Thank goodness…”
The ponies started abruptly at the creature speaking common tongue they could understand.
“I’m done for I’m afraid… I’ll die soon, and then lose my sanity.”
“Not today.”
The stranger interrupted, sheathing his weapon to reach and lift the injured warrior’s limb over his shoulders.
“I’ll help you down to the bonfire, do you have any Estus left?”
“…some, yes.”
“That’ll be enough then.
The pair descended a stairwell, and breaking through a rusty grating, entered a courtyard with a sputtering fire about a sword. The armoured figures eased down near the flame, and a magical aura spilled out as they drew near, miraculously vanishing wounds about the two.
“I am in your debt, friend,” The blue-clad warrior said softly, recuperating there on the sparse grass.
“It’s nothing,” the stranger dismissed, “Although you can help me fight that Stray Demon, if he’s still lurking about.”
“That I can. I am Oscar of Astora, pray tell, who might you be?”
The fluted helmet turned to regard the blue-clad warrior.
“I am Anon, of Boletaria.”
Throughout the next few hours, ponies observed the fragmented memories available to them through Luna’s dreamscape scrying.
The creature’s name was Oscar, from the kingdom of Astora; a name unfamiliar to Celestia or Luna, suspecting he had indeed been summoned from another world. The alien species was ‘Humanity,’ and apparently this Oscar was a knight, a sort of elite guard to royalty. They looked on with fascination as Knight Oscar travelled to the land of Lordran, in some quest to restore the dwindling fire in service to his liege.
The ponies witnessed only some of what terrors Oscar faced, the memories open to them being few. He met many challenges, monsters that defied belief, and horrors lurking in dark places the ponies had never imagined so vile. He too, met great champions, and companions on his journey. Solaire the Sunlight Warrior, the Witch Beatrice, the tragic end of Knight Artorias, the blacksmith Andre of Astora, and Sigmeyer of Catarina in his onion-like armour.
Fighting alongside these staunch heroes, the knight’s journey came to an apex at the Kiln of the First Flame, where he and the sombre knight Solaire sought to do battle with Lord Gwyn, the hollowed spectre of the flame.
There was a terrible duel. The two men were hopelessly outmatched by the hollow king, yet bravely fought on out of sheer nerve and peerless coordination.
Then, the final blow struck, and the sad revelation of Solaire.
There were tears in the mare’s eyes as they watched the two courageous knights bid each other farewell, as Oscar kindled the flame with his own soul, and bid to hold the darkness at bay just a little longer.
Then, the gold glow of a summoning spell, and the battle of Canterlot Castle.
There was silence for some time. The three ponies mulling over what they had seen in something akin to shock.
“Truly,” Celestia began, “You are most fortunate young Trixie, to have had the luck of calling this knight to your defence.”
Intimidated in the presence of not one but two princesses, Trixie’s voice only wavered slightly.
“Trixie had no doubt her magic would yield results. No doubt at all.”
 “Of course, if you’ll excuse me, I must return to the relief efforts. Luna, do call on me should something happen.”
And with that, only the two blue mares were left in the room with the recovering knight.
The bluenettes shared a look, before craning their necks to peer at the strange guest’s body.
“Oh my…”
“He’s certainly built differently than a stallion, I wonder…”
A hoof gently shifted the bed sheets, and with a choked squawk, the two mares were witness to the knight’s exposed member.
Luna’s eye twitched disbelievingly, and Trixie seemed as if one turned to stone.
“G…Great and Powerful…” she muttered to herself.