[Aberrant Harmony Short]: Remnants · 4:13pm Apr 13th, 2016
Oh my stars. I'm soooo sorry! I wrote this like in March on deviantart and forgot to post it here. X3
Just know that I'm not giving up on the story. I've had to take a break due to low motivation and depression, but I'm not going to let that slow me down for too much longer. I have what I need to write, I just need to plop my ass down and write it.
In the mean time, here's a short from the series to tide you over. This takes place before the Princesses' reign and before Discord's banishment.
A cave. A stinking, dripping cave. The beasts could have chosen any place, any structure for their accursed temple, and they chose this. A pathetic monument. Morpheus snorted in disgust, lifting a hoof as dark as the midnight above them. The floor of the “temple” had once been painstakingly laid with marble tiles brought from their homeland. The homeland their own kind destroyed.
At least it is befitting of them now. Morpheus’ hollow chuckle rang in the stillness that pervaded over the dust-strewn floor of the cave. All the tiles broken and carried away, a testament worthy of those beasts. His horn lit with the steady silver aura so familiar to him. Even in the dim light afforded by its glow, his new collar shone like the stars above.
The collar had been fashioned out of metal from space by the finest of craftsponies, a living testament to the superiority of his race and a reminder who truly held sway over reality. His hoof ran along the now uneven surface of the cave’s walls. A surface once gilded with almost an inch of solid gold. All had been removed, molten, and refashioned for his empire. As for the “scriptures” still visible against the stones . . . but remnants of a past glory. A language unrecognizable and unreadable to all who entered there. So much for their “everlasting impact.”
“This world belongs to us now, Havoc.” His voice reverberated, though he had scarcely spoken over a whisper. He advanced towards the narrow beam of moonlight striking the stone slab at the far end of the chamber. The altar. His body gave an involuntary shudder at the crusted blood upon its surface and the trough at its base. The words still etched clearly in the stone glistened, graced by the moonlight. His moonlight.
Morpheus closed his eyes, preparing the most potent of spells and released it in a solid burst. Rather than scarring the surface, the beams of harmony scattered off of it, sinking into the cold floor of the cave. “Chaos magic,” he spat, lowering his horn to the surface. A last parting gift from Havoc no doubt. The draconequus always had a penchant for the accursed art.
He ran his hoof along the words, wondering what they meant. Likely some sort of curse . . . or perhaps a praise to the gods. Those false idols they held above all else. And where had it left those beasts? Disbanded. Isolated. As dumb as any goat or sheep to wander this earth.
Morpheus looked heavenward, through the crack in the ceiling. “How long will you wait, oh gods? If you are so powerful, why not smite this heretic here and now?” His laugh sounded harsh even to himself. “Well? I am waiting!”
His hooves struck at the altar again and again, chipping pieces off in all directions. Centuries ago, he would not have dared to touch it. Now each strike liberated a great weight off his chest. “I will not bow to their precepts any longer. Fairy tales to bolster . . . your power . . . they mean nothing!”
After he had nearly exhausted himself, he stood staring up at the moon, lathered sides heaving. “I am the only god now, Havoc! Let your beasts chew on that.”
Blue, you've got the words.
Side note: have you ever read Anne Rice's series "The Vampire Chronicles?" I think you would very much enjoy "The Vampire Lestat," "Interview With a Vampire" and possibly "Memnoch the Devil."
Man, with every appearance Morpheus has on this story I start to dislike the guy even more. Hell, it's obvious the egomaniac side of Nightmare Moon came from him. I really hope that whatever happened to him that made him deposed involved a brutal murder.
I believe the proper word to describe this is "badass".
...which works on two levels, of course, because donkeys.
Question, would an explanation be given in the coming Aberrant Harmony story as to why Morpheus is no longer ruling Equestria or what did his daughters thought of his decisions/ruling skills after Havok died? Also, would an explanation be given as to why Morpheus went from understanding of Discord and Havok's customs to despising both draconeqquifrom the bottom of his being?
3868326 It'll be in the series somewhere, don't worry. XD
Hurray! I just finished this cruel and random world and there is a little teaser for more!
Keep at it man, I know you have it in you to succeed, because you already have.