An ancient evil has awoken. Heroes have been summoned. The creature that was born for the sole purpose of destroying the ponies and the four heroes who must work together to destroy it, must fight once again.
The first, with strength and solidity, lacks sight and speed.
The second, with speed and sight, lacks solidity and independence.
The third, with strength and forethought, lacks sight and freedom.
And the fourth, with sight and speed, lacks independence and forethought.
Each has their own strengths and weaknesses. Only together can they truly become legends.
That is… If they can work together.

Rated teen for mild gore in a later seen and action/fighting.
My attempt at writing an adventure novel.
Please keep the comments clean my little sister reads them.
Link to artwork (cover edited)

The Adeptus Astartes, great defenders of mankind. Unless they're just some guy who's been thrust into being one due to the whims of fate and some sort of extra-dimensional being. Especially so when that guy is weird, possibly likes classical literature a bit too much, and might be a little insane.

A displaced story and my first story that I've shared anywhere, so please be gentle with your scathing comments.

Warhammer 40k/MLP crossover. all copyrights to their respective owners, Games Workshop and Hasbro.

(This is a Displaced Story. If you hate them, please leave)
People don't know how agonizing it is being alone for a few thousand years, stuck in a chair the whole time. Let me tell you, it's not fun. Then, this teeny weeny 'Princess' shows up and acts like she's the boss. Oh, and Sparklebutt is there too.

So, how did this happen? It's was probably that angsty Merchant asshole. Should never have bought from him. News flash kids: when a creepy Merchant guy walks up to you with very desirable wares, walk the fuck away. It's a damn trap.

But the worst part of my endless torment? I'm a fucking corpse sitting on a golden throne, writhing in agony as I slowly decay into nothingness.

....fuck you, Merchant Asshole.

And Sparklebutt, JUST. FUCKING. STOP.

(If The Emperor Had a Text-to-Speech Device)

Equestria is a large, vast country. A country filled with mares and stallions, colts and fillies, ponies and whatever; all with lives, problems, and the facts of life they have to face. But really... Does any of that matter? Or do the efforts of one small nopony really mean something? I can't say for sure... Maybe you can?

Art by: Jonjoseco