A strange creature wakes up in a place he doesn't belong, but he doesn't remember his name
A strange creature has woken up in the Everfree, with no memory of how he got there or who he is. But he soon discovers that he has recieved strange powers. Will he learn to control these powers? Will he discover his lost memories? And who will he meet while trying to accomplish this?
And what nopony knows, is that an ancient being.. Is stirring in it's sleep.
(rated T for some violence and swearing, may change to M later)
I have watched the reign of the elders, the very beginning of time and sentient life. A time which started out of the greatest ideas. they raised mountains, flattened the land and shaped the heavens. But their greatest triumph of all, was creating life.
Kain and Selena created dragonkind in their own images. Threatening beasts, tall as a mountain and as sturdy as one. Their flames as hot as the volcano’s fires, and their greed greater than all else.
Toke and Kiris created the griffons. A majestic race, filled with the greatest warriors and finest flyers in all the land. Their talons as sharp as the best of swords, and their speed unmatched.
Tikal created the diamond dogs. A race of the best trackers and diggers, but not gifted with the intellect of others.
Finally I witnessed the birth of the little ponies. Solaris and Oriana did not spare anything in making these creatures, and got the idea as they looked at their own bodies. With wings to soar the sky, horns to guide the forces of magic and strong bodies to maintain the land. They split these into three. The pegasi, the unicorns and the earth ponies.
As time passed by, the elders started fading. Starting with Tikal, who just disappeared underground. Then Kain who laid down to rest, and still sleeps to this day. Selena simply vanished in a sea of fire, and Toke and Kiris were slain by the now King Solaris and Queen Oriana.
The last to go was those two… But it was by my own creations hands
As the others had tried their luck with creating life, so had I. However, the others created theirs in their own image, but I had none. So I borrowed a bit from every design. The outcome was a creature so different and rare, that he deserved a fitting name to the mishmash chaos he represented.
Our story begins deep, deep within the Everfree forest, a strange creature was lying by the edge of a pond. The creature did not move, and the animals who came to ease their thirst, paid no attention to it.
Seconds turned to minutes, minutes to hours and yet the creature remained as still as the ground beneath it. Soon the moon took it’s place in the sky, and moonlight began to shine on the creature. It had been a windy night, leaves and small twigs laid upon the creature.
At some point a small woodland critter, a squirrel, had made it’s way to the sleeping figure. It moved with caution, and when it was within reach, it sniffed the creature. The squirrel moved closer, and ever so slightly, tapped the figures head.
The leaves covering it began to rustle and fall off as it rose to its knees. The squirrel, now sacred, rushed off into a bush, watching as the creature looked around confused. As it’s eyes settled upon the nearby pond, it’s throat began to burn.
Quickly deciding that the water in the pond was clean enough, it drank too it’s heart’s content. When the creature looked at it’s reflection it stumbled back, panic slowly spreading in it’s face. Slowly it crept back to the pond and looked in the water.
He recognized most of himself, the brown hair and slightly tanned skin. What shocked him was his eyes, and the moving lines of light on his skin. For several more seconds, he continued to stare at his reflection, his eyes had gone from their usually hazel color to a vibrant cyan. He looked down to his arms, and saw the light blue lines there too.
The light seemed to flow, and as he moved his left arm, the lines changed position. He thought about it for a moment before deciding it was his blood vessels. He tried standing up on his two legs, but was quickly hit by a wave of dizziness. Almost tipping into the pond, he redirected himself to a nearby tree, which he clung to for support. As he stepped into the shadow of the tree, the lines on his body faded. Puzzled by this he tried sticking his arm out in the moonlight, and once more the lines appeared on the part sticking out.
“Hmm, that’s new” He said in hoarse voice, which made him thirsty once more.
After he had some more water, he had found a cloak lying next to him on the grass. Not really caring why it was there, he swiftly grabbed it and put it on, amazingly enough it was a perfect fit. He had then tried his luck getting out of the forest, which hadn’t done him any good considering he’d wandered around aimlessly, so long that he had even lost track of time. He looked up at the moon and found it on its way down,
‘The sun will rise soon, maybe that will help’ hethought to himself. But no sooner than he had finished the thought, his luck turned around and he looked around as he walked, and noticed that the number of trees and bushes were diminishing, until he found himself on the edge of the forest. He looked around the area, and spotted a wooden cottage not to far from himself. Quickly thinking it through he started to walk with as much as he could muster, still tired from the hours of walking. ‘ Oh god, I hope it’s not some psycho in there’ he mentally joked.
He had not taking more than ten steps, when a sudden growl caused him to freeze. He looked over his shoulder, hoping that is was his imagination, but the small flame of hope in his mind died out when his eyes was meet with a pair of yellow orbs. He turned around completely, and stepped backwards when the pair of yellow orbs was joined by two other pairs.
Suddenly he hit something with his back, finding himself unable to move further away. ‘Shit!’ He mentally screamed as the glowing orbs stepped out of the shadows of the forest, and he couldn’t believe his eyes when three wolfs, made of timber and leaves, came to greet him with their mouths open and some sort of juice leaking. The three timberwolves quickly encircled him, with the tree still at his back, he had no option but to defend himself. ‘ I’m so dead...’ was the only thing on his mind
Without warning the timberwolf to his right made a dash for him jaws wide, he only just managed to dodge it because of his tiredness, but the wolf dragged his cloak off. Now exposed to the moonlight once again, the blood in his arms began to glow and flow and his eyes changed from their hazel color to cyan in a matter of seconds. The weariness he had felt before was replaced by a surge of energy, it unlike something he had ever felt before. Another timberwolf tried to jump him, even before he registered what had happened.
As if by instinct, he had grabbed the timberwolf mid-air by it’s throat and slammed it into the trunk of the tree, the whole process lasting less than two seconds. Next he lifted two hands pointing them at the remaining pair of timberwolves, and before they could react a shining white beam had erupted from his palms, and headed straight for the timberwolves.
Loud howls echoed throughout the morning, and as the moon set over the horizon, all the exhaustion came flowing back into his body. He sat down with his back against the tree, he cast a glance down to his right arm and found a row of teeth marks and blood pouring out. As his conscious continued to fade, he cast a last look to the cottage and saw the door open, a figure he couldn’t describe looked in his direction and started to sprint toward him, he thought he saw it running on four legs ‘Impossible..’ was the last thought that entered his mind, before his world went blank.
Fluttershy had just gotten out of bed, and was headed downstairs to make some breakfast for herself and Angel, Angel’s breakfast would of course have to be something special or he would throw it out the window. She was just about done when she heard a loud bang, and a pair of howls, which at first shocked her, but she thought that another pony might be in danger.
She got to the door as fast as she could and opened it, she scanned the area quickly setting her sight at a nearby tree with a figure sitting by it. She also noted the two craters in front of it, without further delay she quickly galloped over to the the tree and her eyes widened. This was definitely not a pony, or any other creature she had ever seen.
“Oh my..” she said in a voice no louder than a whisper. Her eyes traveled up and down the creature, It was taller than a pony, and instead of hooves it had something that reminded her of a dragons hand. That’s when she saw the blood trickle down the limb, so not wondering any further, her instincts took over: The creature was clearly hurt and needed medical attention.
She tried getting it over her back, only successful the fourth time, she noted it’s weight, which was lighter than that of a pony’s, so she could still trot at a good pace. Without further delay, she turned her muzzle around and headed back to her cottage, with the strange thing on her back.
