The war, the fourth war. Devastation and darkness cover the worlds involved. Their heroes had fallen, the villains had won, and no one would be safe again. The truth behind a war of ages, a war of worlds, a war spanning the Multiverse, is that no one is safe. No even the greatest of threats, the godliest of heroes. The only true survivors are the ones who watch and monitor.
The Displaced never learned, you must never bring forth a fight. A war should be a battle between the two, not the many.
Paradigm, the current ruler of his Equestria, glared down at the man in front of him. It was a mirage, a hologram, created of the man who had felled him once before. This man had forced his plans to extend and fall short by years.
And, as it was, this man was a hero. One of many. This man had invaded Equestrias that were not his own before, and done so simply because he wanted to. It was a violation, an illness. The man was a light that must be extinguished.
Normally, Paradigm would care less about the interference in other worlds, yet, as it was. His lesser alternates had contacted him, speaking of the man who had stopped them all. In fact, the man had destroyed many of them.
Paradigm’s goal was complete control of HIS equestria, for the time being, and his alternates were his means of discovering the perfect path to the world’s end. However, few of his studies had been successful.
It was due to such, that Paradigm contacted a Void Dweller. Brel Stire, an elder Displaced who had achieved Void Dwelling capabilities through his manipulation of the inner magic of his home world.
“Hello Paradigm,” Brel greeted as he stepped onto the ground through his portal. Brel’s casual attire was simply that of a dark mage. He was fairly average looking, aside from the pure black eyes. They had become that way due to his manipulation of dark magic.
“Yes, hello. Would you mind delivering a message for me?” Paradigm asked, holding a scroll in his hands, it looked incredibly official.
“To whom?” Brel asked, blinking.
“Quintox, the idiot hero who interferes in worlds not his own,” Paradigm said, holding out the scroll, “This is a declaration of war against him, for infractions against the Autarchy of Equestria.”
“I was headed in that direction, I’ll drop it off,” Brel answered, placing it under his coat. He turned around and made his way back into his portal.
As he glided through the Void, he passed Quintox’s home Equestria and dropped the document into the world through a portal. It vanished from the Void and fell directly into the lap of Quintox, a golden haired hero of Equestria.
Quintox set his spoonful of cereal down into the bowl and lifted the document, eyeing it. “Twilight?” He called out, after opening and reading the scroll. “What’s the Autarchy of Equestria?”
The lavender pony blinked, having returned from the other room, “What? Equestria isn’t an autarchy, we’re a diarchy.”
“It fell from empty air,” he said, having trouble understanding the information within. Twilight rolled her eyes and took the document from him, scanning it.
“I need to call Celestia!” Twilight whispered, wide-eyed. The document she held in her magic stated that the Autarchy of Equestria was declaring war on the Diarchy of Equestria, specifically, her Equestria.
“Why?” Quintox asked, mouth full of cereal.
“War has been declared against us!” She yelled, hoping it got through into his thick skull. Obviously, by the glazed look in his eyes, it really hadn’t.
“Don’t worry, I’ll win. I’m a hero!” He said, flexing his biceps and accidentally spitting his cereal onto his shirt. Least to say, Twilight did not have high hopes as she wrote down the letter and sent it.
The document said they had a few hours before the Autarchy began its attack, and Twilight hoped Celestia would quickly deploy forces or have them at the ready. The Autarchy declared they would enter from the Breach, far to the east, and invade.
Twilight finished the letter, sending it quickly with her magic due to Spike’s current absence. After a minute or two, Twilight could hear the loudest scream of ‘WHAT!?’ Equestria had experienced in her world.
And, so it was, Celestia deployed the troops to the eastern borders of Equestria. She fully expected to win, but, little did she realize the residents and allies of the Autarchy were more powerful than a few hundred thousand troops.
And, so it was, Celestia demanded that Quintox summon all of his allies, all the heroes he had helped. Many of them were only as smart as Quintox, but some were smarter. It was the more intelligent ones that rejected helping, because they weren’t stupid.
As such, both sides contacted many mercenaries across the void. Of course, each side paid handsomely, so no one really had an advantage. It was finally as such, that upon initial contact, every natural resident of Equestria was wiped out.
It quickly arose to the first battle between the Displaced of each side. One villain, the shadowman who could summon the dead, and one hero, who could cause the world’s brightest burning light.
The shadowman summoned his minions creating a huge wall of writhing spirits as the hero blasted forth the light. It took a stagnation as the spirits burned away quickly being replaced.
They went on like this for a minute or two before the villain ran into a building, grabbing the full-body mirror inside, and ran back out, shielding himself with it. The hero blasted it and quickly got hit with his own light frying harder than Anakin Skywalker.
The villain blinked. He had fought other heroes before, but none of them had died that quickly. Paradigm was right, Quintox’s allies were idiots. The villain turned around and made his way back towards the main force, calling out to everyone else how stupid the heroes had to be.
Most people would say he was bragging, if a new hero hadn’t landed in the middle of the main force and started yelling. “SURRENDER OR FACE THE WRATH OF SIR DERPLINESS!”
This was quickly followed by a mass amount of laughter, enraging the hero. “FINE.” He yelled, pulling out his sword, “YOU WILL FACE MY-” He was cut off by a villain cutting his hair with his blade. Sir Derpliness gaped and fell to his knees.
“O’ forgive me, father. They hath discovered my weakness,” Sir Derpliness said, “And now, I die.” The hero fell face first into the ground, dying the moment he hit the ground, only followed by more laughter.
This only further confirmed the idiocy of the heroes for the villains, but, despite that, there was still a more sizable force on the side of the heroes. The villains came together for a discussion.
“They’re definitely idiots,” one of them said, “But they’re got more power on their side.”
“It is true,” one of the others responded, “But if they band together properly they’ll win.”
After several minutes later of arguing, one of the leaders, Shax, Paradigm’s second-in-command, spoke up, “Why don’t we just steal the sun?”
The villains started nodding in agreement, “Let’s take the moon as well,” one of them suggested, followed by more murmurs of agreement.
After a quick discussion, many of the villains set out. The group going for the sun successfully grabbed Celestia, who actually proved more of a challenge than the actual heroes. Sadly, she had been distracted so the fight did not last very long.
The other half of the group successfully deployed a system of satellites around the sun, gaining control of its movements.
Luna, unlike Celestia, actually fought like a madmare and took out several villains. However, because of an idiot hero, she fell too. It was absolute crap how stupid the hero forces were. One of the villains could shout their plans and the heroes wouldn’t do anything.
And so, that led to the current situation, Paradigm’s forces surrounding Canterlot and the heroes holed up in the city.
“DEAR HEROES,” Paradigm shouted, his voice echoing throughout the city, “We have captured the sun and moon. We have your Elements, and we are winning.”
The heroes booed and Quintox stepped forward, “RELEASE MS. CELESTIA AND MS. LUNA! RELEASE ALL OF THEM?”
Paradigm frowned, “WHAT’S A CELESTIA AND A LUNA? AND WHY ARE YOU MAKING THAT LAST BIT A QUESTION?”
“Celestia is the big white horse with the sun on her butt, Luna is the blue one with a moon on her butt!” Quintox answered.
Paradigm frowned and leaned towards Shax, “Do we have those?”
Shax nodded and whispered something to Paradigm.
“Yes, you can keep her,” he said to Stax, “Just don’t plow the plot too much, she could be valuable. WE WILL NOT. WE ALSO HAVE THE REAL SUN AND MOON. SURRENDER, AND WE WILL END YOU WITH MERCY!”
Quintox and the heroes shouted back, “NEVER!”
“SURRENDER OR I SEND A SOLAR FLARE SO FAR UP YOUR ASSES THAT YOU’LL GLOW FOR EONS,” Paradigm yelled, stopping a moment, “THERE’S THIRD OPTION. I COULD JUST SHOVE THE ENTIRE SUN UP YOUR ASS AND LET IT SUPERNOVA.”
The heroes yelled never again, and Paradigm just sighed and called over another villain. “Open the portal,” he said. The man nodded and a portal opened up, Paradigm and his forces marching through. Paradigm was the last one through, calling the sun towards the current Equestria before the portal closed.
And so, the fourth Displaced war ended, rather anti-climatically, and wasn’t all that amazing. In fact, it was rather boring to watch, if you ask me.