The Darksiders: Eight's Prologue

Chapter 4

"That's an odd name."

The words echoed around him as Eight dreamed, images of a blue and red-haired Pegasus flashing before him, but they quickly faded.

"Yeah, my parents had... odd naming schemes" The voice obviously lied, a noticeable amount of nervousness in his voice.

-

Slowly, Eight would find himself drifting back out of sleep, opening his eyes to find himself still in the library, close to the warm fire, and a blanket laying over him. "Violet?" He whispered, looking around him until he could feel her head shift on his shoulder.

She was sound asleep.

"Oh." Was all he could muster.

For a few long minutes, Eight just sat there, trying and failing to sleep, but couldn't manage. Instead, he found himself pulling Violet off his shoulder, laying her comfortably on the floor, before once again, trying to get up. His body ached and protested, but he finally found himself standing, albeit a little unsteadily. Limping, he braced himself against the many bookshelves before he reached the doorway. "She's so..." He couldn't help but think about how light Violet was, not to mention how beat up she looked. "fragile." Eight whispered. With a sense of determination, Eight casually ordered the Crystal to pull the other sword up and off the wall, levitating it to its side. He knew he couldn't let Violet stay here anymore. "Okay... Let's get that information and get her out of here."

It was a struggle, but Eight managed to make his way down the hallway, using the sword as a makeshift cane. At each doorway, he peered in, only to find nearly identical rooms to the one he'd just been in. "God, this place is repetitive."

"Yeah, it is..."

Eight gasped, turning quickly only to see Violet, looking sadly at him, a blanket wrapped snugly around her. "Oh, it's just you..." With a sigh, he collapsed against the wall, calming himself.

Violet remained quiet but quickly moved to Eight's side, helping him back up. It took a few moments for her to speak again. "Are you okay?"

-

Now, there they both were, trotting down the hallways, Violet supporting Eight as they moved.

"What were you doing?" Violet spoke as they looked in on another identical room, though, this one more noticeable trashed.

"Looking around, trying to find that thing Teia mentioned." Eight let out a grunt as they moved forward.

"In the dark?" Violet's voice was quite, yet sounded worried, along with her voice quivering with fear. "But you aren't fully recovered yet."

"I don't think we can wait that long." Eight said, looking into another room, this time finding a small room, with a desk against the wall, while every other wall had a bookshelf against it.

Slowly, the two would make their way inside before Violet would softly sit Eight down onto a nearby seat.

Violet let out a soft breath but didn't say anything, only sitting on the floor.

"Look, this place..." Eight leaned against the desk, trying to catch his breath. "It's an obvious death trap, and..." Eight paused again, seeing Violet wipe her eyes, her body shaking slightly. "Are you... okay?"

"Yes," She looked away, at nothing in particular, seemingly trying to hide her eyes. "but you're not... and I..." She let out a sigh, before resting her head against the nearby bookshelf, going silent.

Eight paused, hearing her unsaid words, but not fully knowing how to respond. Looking to his hooves, he found his gaze drifting to the Void Crystal. "Protecting a friend." Eight whispered, catching Violet's attention. Looking to her, Eight gave her an expression of determination. "You are worth protecting." Softly, he reached his hoof forward before resting it on her head. "If we were put in a situation like that again, I wouldn't change a thing."