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// What’s this? 
// Story: The end of suffering 
// by Sawtoothetherium 
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Twilight stood frozen in place by the sudden feeling of a great power somewhere in the room. Twilight and her friends had been on an excavation project on the castle of the two sisters, and much of ponyvill had agreed to help. They had been at it for two days now and were close to considering a restoration project on the castle. They had found several artifacts, though very few of them belonged to the princesses.

Twilight had uncovered a hidden room with powerful containment enchantments on it in the deepest reaches of the castle, and that was deep. Inside she had found a stone sarcophagus with even more binding runes and enchantments etched into it. Something about it made her feel strange, uneasy, small. She found herself afraid of it, and she felt the barest hint of anger rise in her, for what reason she had no idea. 

So Twilight called in an expert archeologist to help with handling it. When he arrived he brought everyone in to assist with opening the sarcophagus.

“Alright,” Bones said, “Let’s get this thing open.”

So the six stallions that had been selected to pry the tomb open got to work. First a group of unicorns, with Twilight, removed the spells and enchantments on it. Next the stallions would then use their tools to crack the stone open, and lift it from the top to reveal the body inside, only it wasn’t a body.

Inside the sarcophagus was a young armored unicorn stallion that appeared to be in comatose. He was covered in scars and he had a heavyset scowl on his face. His hooves were chained to the sarcophagus and there was an iron band around his chest, that showed he had wings bound to his sides, on his horn was a magic suppressor. His breathing was steady and even, and audible.

There was a collective gasp from the crowd, they didn’t expect a healthy young alicorn stallion to be in the sarcophagus. They expected what any sane pony would, a dead pony. But instead they found an alicorn, alive.

The alicorn opened his eyes very suddenly and looked down at his hooves. He pulled on both chains for about five seconds before they broke with the shriek of tearing metal, one after the other. Then his wings tore through the iron band holding them there and he let loose a blast of magic that broke off the magic suppressor. He stood up from the sarcophagus and looked at the group of ponies.

“What year is it?” He said in a deep voice with a heavy Trottish accent.

The group responded by running like frightened rabbits from the room and castle, leaving Antares without information. This didn’t faze him however, he simply went to the back of the chamber and retrieved his Trottish Claymore from the weapons rack. He held the claymore over his shoulder and began to walk out of the castle that was all to familiar to him. He had memories of horrible atrocities committed by his own parents against their youngest child, his sister Luna. Celestia had been kept in the dark, so she wouldn’t protect Luna as she would have if she had known.

Antares left his ruined home and out into the forest, he could see the capital city from there, and that is where he was headed.





The ocean, filled with Islands and creatures, even volcanoes, many of which were underwater. One particular volcano underwater had remained dormant for eight thousand years, now was rumbling with more than enough force to send a ship to Davy Jones in pieces. From the volcano burst an alicorn stallion that hadn’t seen the light of day for eight thousand years. He sped upward toward the surface using the force of the eruption to carry him up. Twelve thousand one hundred feet up.

He broke the surface in a rage and flew above the ocean. He looked at the rising sun, then turned and flew west toward equestria and his traiterouts children. He had managed to lock Antares in that sarcophagus before that acursed daughter of his put him in one of his own volcanoes. He sped across the waters at a pace that left a trail in the water three feet below him.

Vulcan had sworn vengeance against all of his children, especially Luna. She was the one who had killed his wife Gaea, she had removed Gaea of her head. But the thing about gods was that they were immortal, they could only die if it was something extreme with major magical backup. And if one managed to kill a god, be they one already or no, they had to assume the responsibilities and powers of the god they had killed. Luna had been too powerful as it was, now she had even more. This would be a difficult thing to achieve, but he would do it, no matter what it took.





Antares strode across the plains toward the new capital city. He kept his wings folded against his side as he marched across the grassy landscape toward the shining city on the mountain. He saw a group of guards armed with spears and wearing bronze armor fly at him from the city. They soon had him surrounded.

“You are coming with us.” The sergeant said to him.

“That depends on where it is you plan on takin me.” He replied calmly.

“Lay down your weapon and come quietly.”

“If you plan an arrest, what charge is it I am under?”

“Armed assault.”

“On what victim.”

“A large group of ponies at the ruins of the old castle.”

Then Antares knew what had happened, one of the ponies who had awoken him had panicked and contacted law enforcement.

“Ah, there has been some mistake I’m afraid. I never hurt anyone, and I never intend to hurt anyone who hasn’t started a fight with me. I simply wish to speak with the princess.”

“Come with us and you will get the chance.”

“Alright, but I’m keepin me sword.”