Warning: Ols are a very interesting form of shapeshifter, as they do not require a set form to change into. Many Ols would create their own identity and form simply from their imagination, making strange creatures a common sight. They are very strong creatures that were heavily controlled by there emotions as they were not used to being allowed to control themselves. Ols were created by Discord as he was getting bored with the plain old ponies and decided that he wanted some puppets to play with. Ols were physically controlled by him but were mentally free, allowing them to learn and grow smarter. It is never stated in history books but the celestial sisters wern't the only ones that defeated Discord. Ols from all over Equestria were recalled to help defend there master, but in his weakend state Discord found that they resisted his control. Using there natural ability to shapeshift the Ols were a tidal wave of shifting forms and hatred that crushed Discord. Many Ols were slain by there creator but because of there sacrifice he was imprisoned in stone. Ols went extinct in the next hundred years from radical Equestrians who hunted them down, as they believed they were still controlled by Discord.
The sound of something heavy hitting wood was the first thing I became aware of. I opened my eyes to a darkness that was so oppressive that it's began to strangle me. Lifting myself up my head collided with something hard, knocking me back to my laying position. Rubbing my head I raised my other hand and felt what was overtop of me. Smooth wood meet my hand and in a growing panic I felt all around me, finding that I was surrounded by wood panels. Panicking I began to pound on the roof of what I figured out was a coffin and could hear from outside it someone cackle maniacally.
"You finally awake girly?" Someone called out as something slammed on top of the coffin.
"I'm not died! Let me out!" I shouted, pounding my fists even harder against the coffin until my hands started to bleed.
"That's the point girly! But before you can't hear me remember that the Madman of Hollowshire was the one who killed ya!" The Madman cackled again and shoveled another load of fresh dirt upon the coffin that sat six feet deep.
"NNNOOOOOOOO!" I screamed as I began kicking at the bottom of the coffin, trying my hardest to get out of the accursed thing.
"Don't waste your limited supply of air too quickly, I want you to suffer for the last minutes of your life, not seconds!" The Madman yelled in rage, though his voice was growing quieter by the second and that made my blood run cold.
Panting from the stale air I was breathing and the exertion I simply rested my head against the back of the coffin and sobbed. What had I done wrong in my life to deserve such a horrific death? I had prayed in the church every day and had worked everyday of my life since I had been able to walk. I had a loving family and many friends and had never betrayed or sinned against them! I had dreams of moving to the capital and becoming a blacksmith, as was my families way even if my father would disagree with my choice of profession. Resting my hands over my breast as was ceremonial in the proper burial, thanking my small luck that I was still wearing my Sunday dress for church and hadn't changed into my smithing attire.
It was getting really hot and I couldn't hear anything anymore from up above, tears streamed down my cheek as I looked back upon my life. I had led a good life, even if it was being cut short by some psychopath. At first it began with a giggle but soon I was laughing hysterically at the strangeness of my death as I quickly ran out of air. I soon began to cough and choke between wheezing laughter and soon my eyes became heavy with a sleep that I knew I'd never wake up from. I must have looked insane before I died as I had a maniacal smile on my tear stained face and a wild glint in my eyes as they closed. Right before I fell unconscious I had the strange urge to pucker my lips, and it felt like soft lips embraced mine as everything went black.
Light invaded my eye lids as I began to crawl out of a deep sleep, feeling completely refreshed. Attempts of trying to sit up we're met with my bones and muscles groaning in protest as a stiffness worse than after my first day working with the forge kept me where I laid. My eyes fluttered open revealing to me a deep blue sky with barely a cloud in it. Trying to move again I was able to move my body but very slowly as I was still stiff. Sitting up I looked around and found myself sitting right outside a large forest in a field. If I squinted I could make out a small town on the other side of the field and to my right there was a cabin in the distance. A squawk made me jump up and spin around, all stiffness gone from my joints.
Sitting on a tree branch close to me preening its feathers a large raven sat. It was easily the same size as me even if it was at eye level with me. Finished preening itself the raven turned it's golden eyes upon me, a sense of dread descended upon me as I stared into it's eyes.
"I see you are finally awake." The raven chirped, it hopped down from its perch and changed into a rabbit which stunned me. "You wouldn't believe how boring it is simply waiting for someone to awake." The rabbit said, it's nose twitching ever so slightly with disdain as it hopped closer to me. "But, friendly chit-chat isn't what I'm here for." The rabbit once again changed, this time a humanoid creature seemingly made of white wax with red eyes walked up to me.
"I do hope that your new body is "up to snuff", as it took me about a day to make." The thing said as it poked me in the chest, making me look down at a perfect replica of its body, or was it a perfect replica of mine? Before I could do anything the thing changed again, this time into a mirror with two red eyes looking back at me. Looking at my body it was completely changed except for the fact that it was bipedal, but other than that there were some major differences. My skin was now wax white but has the same texture as regular skin. I was now around the size of a six year-old, my feet had four pointy toes in the front and one large one in the back. My fingers were longer than they should have been compared to my size and I had no more hair, just a horn sprouting from the back of my head that looked like the flame of a candle.
"What am I? Where am I? What are you?" That might not have been a calm and thought out response but at least it got the point across better than to run screaming.
"You, my child, are an Ol in the magical land of Equestria!" The mirror exploded, leaving behind an imp with its arms outstretched to the sky. "And as for your last question, I am Limbus, but you may call me Inconsistency." The imp split in half as a tree sprouted from its body, the head of a bat grew out of the trunk of the tree. Stumbling back from this I stared in horror at the creature in front of me, looking away when it's seemingly forever changing body threatened to steal away my sanity.
"Why did you do this to me?" I asked the ground in front of me as I couldn't handle watching Inconsistency continuously change.
"Because I felt bad for you! I mean it isn't everyday someone gets buried alive!" Inconsistency chuckled at that and by the sounds of it changed back into a raven. Looking up it seemed like Inconsistency was going to leave but then it turned around and squawked in surprise. "I almost forgot the finishing touches!" With that a sense of curiosity and fear of the world around me took a death-grip upon me.
"What did you do to me?!" I asked as I stared around me, now just realizing how big and scary the forest was.
"Why put you in the body of a child without the uncontrollable hormones!" Inconsistency cackled as it took off at full speed into the forest. "AND DONT FORGET TO HAVE FUN!" It shouted behind itself as it disappeared from sight, leaving me all alone at the edge of a big, dark, scary forest. Beginning to hyperventilate I did the first thing that came to mind, and that happened to be to run and find some place safe to curl up and cry. Remembering about the cottage that wasn't very far away I sprinted as fast as I could on my short legs with tears in my eyes. The closer to the cottage I got the harder it seemed to breath, as though the whole world was crashing down upon me. Running at full speed the question of how I was going to get into the was swept away from my mind.
Thankfully I had some guardian angel looking over me that day, because the door was opened to the cottage by a pony. The insane thought that a pony had opened the door didn't seem to register. Closing my eyes I slammed into something soft and warm that gave a small squeak. My heart raced and I couldn't seem to stop hyperventilating as I clutched onto the soft and warm thing. A hand stroked my head affectionately as I began to calm down, letting out a few pitiful whimpers. "Shh it's ok, your safe here." A soft and kind voice said as I burrowed my head into the warmth and protection. My head felt extremely light and I felt so tired. A smile slipped onto my face before I passed out.