Huh? Oh hey! Didn't see you there! Considering my eyes cant exactly move at the moment.... Anyways! Nice to have an audience! What? You cant hear me? Thats alright, my mouth cant move anyway. So! Your probably wondering how I got here eh? Well, it involves a convention, a costume, and a very stupid decision. Got some cool gloves out of it though! Eh, ok they're not that cool, well to me anyways. Back to what I was saying...
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What was I saying?
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Eh, it doesnt matter! Because I can feel my prison breaking and my freedom is at hand!
Let freedom ring!!!

History is a mystery to even those who know it well. For no matter how deep we dig, there will always be another layer to uncover. For every mystery solved in the texts of time, there is another that is quick to take its place. Ruins are discovered, monuments resurrected, or maybe just an old text finally having the dust swept from it. There are so many ways history can be found.

But sometimes, those few dark times, there is a history that truly is better off forgotten.

After an ancient ruin is uncovered, and its finders missing, it is up to the Elements of Harmony to answer the mystery of the ruin's history. Or else they may fall to the same mistake again.

A love/apology letter to all my Pangur Ban and One Last Game readers. Focusing on Karl from Castle of Nations/Law of Talos, I hope to make him every bit as terrifying, powerful, and charismatic as he was before. I hope you enjoy.

P.S. If this story embodies any tropes, it’s Bloodless Carnage, Exact Words, and Power Source.

In worlds ravaged, be it by war, natural disasters or extraterrestrial causes and left with no discernible future, there is always those insane enough to differentiate themselves from the shattered populace of their kind, often taking up arms against the unknown.

Kazimir Omelchuk, one of the most experienced Sparta Order stalkers in D6, is one of them.
Rita Vratsaki, a veteran Ranger whose history makes her one of the scarred survivors of the Mojave, is also one.

When these two are transported to a wasteland that only offers more nightmarish dangers and maddening sights, they will find that the fight for home and the future of three worlds, with the aid of unintentional and unexpected allies, has begun.

(No spoilers here, until I get to it)

Meet Cyr. He's one of the last of his breed: A Changeling Behemoth, living battering rams that are selected and mutated from the worker caste of the Hive. Aged from centuries of labor and service to his Queen, he grows disgusted and weary of the Changeling's plots and malevolent attempts to feed on love, especially after his capture during the Canterlot wedding. Thus begins a new (and possibly more enjoyable) chapter of his existence.