Pushed from their home by the jealous and monstrous Equestrians, the broken remnants of Humanity flee across the sea to the far north. Beset upon their arrival by countless new dangers and ensuing tribal division, the humans war amongst themselves for what little supplies are left until He came. Unifying Humanity, Magnus strives to craft a new and ensuing golden age for his flagging race.

In the lands of Equestria, the princesses are celebrated in every town and city of the nation. The defeat of the barbaric humans restored their ancestral lands to them and have ushered them into a new age of wealth and prosperity. But strange, new phenomena threaten this idyllic life. The princesses are at a loss and when ponies are asked what they think of these events they only answer with one word: "chaos."

*This story is a prequel to "Sins of the Mother" so I recommend reading that first to get some more context for aspects of this story.

When Humanity is on its last stand from the power of chaos. One man will rise up and defend his people, to whatever end.

Rarity has always been known to act on impulse at times, especially when her career is concerned, but can the consequences of her impulses always be forgiven?

Narration by VoiceGuy

(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)

Princess Celestia doesn't like how humans deal with their problems, so she decides to do something about it. That something is an invasion attempt. She starts in what appears to be an old, abandoned town but soon learns this is the home of 2 deadly and ruthless human groups.

"TRAITOR!" he shouted.

FN-2187 is a traitor. And that was all he needed to know. Traitors were scum, traitors were and are a stain on the First Order, and Nines, hates traitors.

Nines knew he was always fated for something; yet he never knew what it was. Perhaps, after dying at the hands of that traitor and awakening in a new world, he would finally find his true purpose.

They say when I saved the Traveler from the horrors of the Black Garden, I became legend.

How presumptuous of them.

I didn't deserve such a glorified title, nor did I want it. I was a Guardian with a Ghost, Light, a few earthly possessions, and a purpose. A singular purpose, shared by all resurrected Guardians - to defend the Traveler and, by extension, the myriad life it allied itself with.

And I did my job by the book.

With my given task completed, the Darkness at bay and the Last City focusing on rebuilding, I departed. Aloof and utterly aimless, I traveled to other planets and tried in vain to ascertain my new purpose as I carved a swathe into scores of Fallen, Hive, and even the ancient Vex in the Vault of Glass.

As destiny would have it, the Speaker had ulterior plans for me at the Tower.

Destiny Crossover. Human tag is intentionally missing. Legend is based on vanilla Destiny, but will contain elements from all of the DLCs.

I own nothing.

This story is a sequel to Gods of Equestria: How Will This Benefit Me?

Time to burn!

Part of the Gods of Equestria series

After the shenanigans in Canterlot, the Mane 6 think they can rest easy with one god on their side and another on the loose. But Agni, the Hindu god of fire, has just been teleported to a world full of things to burn.
Will this honored god find the self control not to burn the skin off of the ponies faces?

A Displaced Story.

For 3,000 years, I terrorized ponykind. From before Hearth's Warming Eve, to the present day of the show itself, to a thousand years into Equestria's future. After my third and final defeat, I found myself back on Earth, none the worse for wear.

But why did I do it all? I... I honestly don't know what to say. Yes I caused so much death and suffering, but they were only cartoons, right? They weren't real, so it didn't matter, right? I shouldn't have to justify my actions! It was all fake! I shouldn't feel guilty! I am guilty of nothing!

God please forgive my soul.