The Usurper. · 7:58am Jan 12th, 2015
Valhalla, the kingdom of kingdoms, protected by The Six.
The Crystal Empire, the vigil of hope, ruled by the Empress of Light.
Nirvana, the city of life, protected by She of Eternity.
Canterlot, the kingdom of unity, ruled by the Twin Princesses.
El Dorado, the city of gold, guarded by the Triad.
Atlantis, the kingdom of protection, ruled by The Nameless.
So many kingdoms... Now only one remains as it was.
Valhalla, sent crashing to the earth and swallowed by it.
The Crystal Empire, consumed by frost and left to wither into time.
Nirvana, forced to shield itself as the flora betrayed them.
El Dorado, reduced to lumps of hardened glitter and bone by the waves of magma.
Atlantis, crushed and swept into the abyss by the seas that once protected it.
Canterlot... Though the winds blew, cut it down to size, rattled the earth... It still stood. It was his only failure. That failure cost him his life, his freedom, and his control over the Titans.
The Usurper...
Hmm...interesting idea.
Reminds me of an idea that struck me a little while back--of the only being Celstia has ever killed.
Over ten thousand years ago, Equus was a small, but vastly powerful nation; the castes of the Alicorn nation maintained strict order and their disciplined armies could unleash terrible arcane power against all who would question their dominance.
The only nation that could resist them was the innumerably vast Buffalo horde, a millions-strong host of warriors whose might and prowess in physical combat was peerless.
War between the two nations was on the horizon, much to the dread of the young Royal Princess Luna, heiress to the Arcane throne, and her warrior-caste bodyguard, Celestia.
Just as tensions reach the breaking point, the mountains on the Western islands shatter in flame. From the eruption emerges a being of forgotten legend; from the tales of the world's birth. Surtr has no interest in kingdoms, in nations, in politics or in subjects or slaves. In mere hours, the great capital of the Buffalo empire was crushed to rubble; the lush plains around scorched and cursed. The shattered horde flees as the Alicorn legions unleash Eldritch magics and mighty, ancient artifacts. In his unnatural wrath, the bloodied monster continued his rampage undaunted. Quakes and fire followed in his wake as his black sword broke the back of the legions and cleaved through god-King and peasant alike. When the Alicorns of Moon and Sun were slain, when the last tamed demon was crushed, only then did the Alicorns' final weapon, the Spear of Eternity, manage to break the beast's blade--as well as its own. With nowhere left to run, the Princess and her seneschal--nearly all that remained of the empire's glory--faced Surtr beneath a black moon and a blood-red sun. With her last, desperate urge of strength, Celestia drove the shattered ruin of the monster's own sword into his chest. The wave of flame and earth-shaking force in the wake of Surtr's demise left a gorge deep in the earth; a scar that remains to this day. Disgusted by the endless death and pain , the last two Alicorns vowed to never again take another's life, no matter what came to challenge the new nation they would build.
I'm too lazy to ever put this to pen in full form, so you (or anyone else) can feel free to poach it for ideas.