"My liege I believe it is unwise to invade the privacy of a Goddess who just recently granted a favor for you without even batting an eyelid."
"But that's the problem!" whined Akotash. "There has to be a catch, which is why we are looking in her diary for clues."
The Ebony Warrior sighed. “Then should we not try Goddess Faust's library?”
"Uhhh...gimme a minute, things are getting intresti.... I mean I might have found a lead! Carry on without out me! I'll meet you at the library my friend."
The ebony warrior shook his head as he walked out of the room. “Not only did we broke into a goddesses home, we also read her diary, well in Lord Akotashes case and-" The ebony warrior walked into the kitchen. "- Ate all her homemade biscuits." The ebony warrior blushed as he burped. "The reserve ones as well."
"Sorry for not waiting for you Lord Akotash," said the ebony Warrior as he looked through the books.
"Its fine, the lead just ended abruptly," yawned Akotash as he stretched his hands.
The Ebony warrior smirked. “Let me guess, she did not write anything today."
Akotash nodded. "Exactly...I mean....uh..."
The ebony warrior turned around his arms folded in ‘Ha! I got you’ position. "Will you at least admit you were fooling around....again?”
"Nope."
The ebony warrior picked his hands in frustration. "Gods I tell you. Stubborn till the core."
As the ebony warrior searched the books, Akotash scanned the room. It was quite simple for a divine. All four walls were covered in wooden bookcases, reaching till the ceiling and an ornate wooden desk and a wooden chair in the middle.
"Is she a recluse or something? Gods are supposed to live lavishly! Not living like a hermit!" He ranted as he sat on the chair. It was comfortable. "At least the chair is of good quality," he muttered.
After some time of searching, the ebony warrior walked to the table with two books, beneath his helmet he was frowning. "My liege it seems you were correct on your suspicions... you not going to like what this book says."
Akotash took the leather bounded book and immediately narrowed his eyes at the title. "The book of prophecy.” “This is not good."
The ebony warrior stood nervously by Akotash as the room temperature started increase.
"Page."
"Page 179, title: The Birth of a Storm”
Akotash turned to the page and read it aloud.
Miraak the first dragon born has been slain.
By spear and lance with blood flowing from his veins.
Laid low, laid low...
...the weak, the innocent...the brave.
But with tidings most strange and devious...
This was not his life's end. No...
Under Celestia light...he awoke...as a pony.
What ficklest things may a dragon be...with such a gift?
But there is a prophecy.... a prophecy that ties him with the fate of Equestria.
Will he raze it to the ground?
Or will he save it from the impending doom?
Will he succeed?
Or will he become corrupt just like in the previous life, a deceit?
A monster, that roams around killing the innocent?
But fear not O ponies of faith!
Other hero's will rise if he is unable to do so...
And Titans will collide…heavy casualty on both sides
The world against him is but barely a fair fight…
FOR YOU…
So pray that his very existence is not your impending doom…
But a mercy of light.
The book turned into ash in Akotash's hands, his rage barely contained." That horse bitc-”
The ebony warrior covered Akotash's mouth. "My Liege, Language! It is unbecoming of a God to use such foul language! Even if they deserve it."
Akotash threw his hands in frustrations. “But she does! Using my son as a scapegoat for her world's problems!”
"But she did give Miraak another chance at life sir," reasoned the ebony Warrior.
Aakotash shook his head as he swept the ash from the table and onto the floor. "The prophecy made it clear that Miraak will have to make a choice that would decide the fate of an entire planet! And if I recall the last time he was given a choice, he chose wrong. Really really wrong and frankly this is not my definition of a normal life."
"But my liege -"
Akotash raised his hand. "No, I have decided on what I must do."
The ebony warrior tilted his head, confused. "On what?”
Aakotash woke from the chair. "I am abdicating from my throne and plan to live the rest of my life with my son on whatever planet that stupid mare sent him."
"Y-Y-You can't abdicate my liege! What of planet Nirn? Tamriel? What about the dadera? If they found out-"
Akotash scratched his head." I guess you got a point there."
The ebony Warrior sighed a breath of relief. “Thank you for listening sire.”
"It seems I am going to have to appoint a successor, thank you ebony warrior for reminding me! Can't disappear without appointing a successor now!”
The ebony warrior almost fell to the ground. "Why Gods can't see reason?" he muttered.
"Don't forget you a God as well," retorted Akotash as a ball of light appeared in his hand.
"A minor god," corrected the Ebony Warrior. “There’s a difference."
"Pshft, Potato- patato," replied Akotash as he cast the ball of light onto the floor, forming a sort of portal.
"That is not the correct way of using that expression." Aakotash ignored the comment.
"Okay, let's see if she picks up," said Akotash, staring at the portal.
The portal turns a shade of purple as an image appears.
The ebony warrior shook his head. "No. You can't be serious."
Akotash looked at the ebony warrior quizzically. "You don't approve?”
"Yes I don't."
The image spoke in with an amused tone. "I see you still can't get over the fact that you were bested by a mortal."
"No one was talking to you dragonborn!" seethed the ebony warrior, his arms folded.
Aakotash rolled his eyes. "Forgive my colleagues outburst, we just in a tough problem that we can't seem to solve."
"Yes we can," muttered the ebony warrior. “You just do not want accept my solution."
The dragonborn looked at the two immortals. "So.....you want my help?”
"Yes, Dovakiin.”
Aakotash began to kneel towards the dragonborn. The ebony warrior did too, well, only because Akotash dragged him to the ground with him.
"L-L-L-Lord Akotash?”
Akotashes voice became regal. “Dovakiin, as Lord Akotash, father of Dragons, God of time and might, King of the Adera and creator of Nirn. Do you accept my crown? "
"B-B-But-"
"Yes or No."
"Y-Y-Yes."
"Do you promise to protect Nirn? To protect Tamirel?”
"Yes Lord Akotash but I-"
She was not able to finish what she was going to say as with a wave of his hand, Akotash dispelled the portal. He rubbed his hands as he walked back to the table.
"How did I do?”
The Ebony warrior sighed. “I think you rushed it a bit, my Liege."
Akotash waved it off. "Nah, she'd be fine. I mean how hard it is to rule a universe anyway? All she has to do is make the right decisions to prevent total chaos and Doomsday."
The Ebony Warrior stared at Akotash. “Are you being serious?”
"Yes I am."
Sighing and muttering about Gods in general, the Ebony Warrior walked off to the other side of the library. Akotash grinned.
"You know I can hear you right."
"
Akotash stared at the two books in front of him. “So you said you found this at the newer section of the Library?"
"Yes my Liege, there were others like it. It seems Lady Faust documents her world’s timeline in great detail."
"And you sure this will help me find where she placed my son?”
"I am certain, my liege."
The two books were covered in leather. On top of the cover of each book read Era: Generation 4 and Era: Generation 5 respectively. At the bottom of the Generation 4 book was the words written: Friendship is Magic.
"Weird title for an Era but who am I to judge." Akotash picked up the other book. "Where’s the title for this book?”
The ebony Warrior answered immediately. "It seems that is the present Era, for her universe that is, all the other books have titles except for this one which could indicate it is incomplete or ongoing."
"Hmmm.... which one do you think she sent him to?”
The ebony warrior thought carefully. "Well, my liege, I will assume by the title of the fourth generation that it was a happy one and the fact it would cause a headache for Lady Faust to put Miraak in this era…a lot of things happened in that book. Also the fact that the prophecy spoke of something that is going to happen, I would say generation five."
Akotash picked the book in question as he rose from the seat. "Well, I know where I'm going." He then looked back at the ebony warrior. "Ebony warrior, after serving me, protecting me and giving me the company of a friend all these eons I free you from your duty. Go and enjoy your Godhood and keep an eye on the Dovahkin. See how she fares at her new duties. We might never see each other again but I will never forget your service and loyalty to me."
To Akotash surprise, the ebony Warrior shook his head. "Not once did I ever thought what I did was service. You were like a friend to me and gave me godhood, there's no way in oblivion am I going to leave your side. I mean you get lost in your own palace. Imagine a whole new world? Who is going to remind you to bath in the morning? Or that you must brush your teeth?”
Akotash huffed angrily. “For a second I actually thought you cared. Way to go and spoil the moment."
The ebony warrior chuckled. "My liege-"
Akotash waved his hand. “You do not have to say all that fancy titles. You free from your service remember?”
"That is going to take some time getting used to but hey nothing else has changed. I mean what friends are for."
"Indeed," said Akotash, as he gave the library one last look. “Okay, I am going to assume that you going to be joining me." The Ebony warrior nodded.
“As I said, nothing has changed.”
The library was in a mess as the ebony warrior stuffed his bag (more like a big sack) with books. He already took the essentials such as…books and uh….
The library doors burst open revealing a triumphant looking Akotash holding a jar. “Aha! I found her secret stash of cookies! ”
The ebony warrior frowned. “I said food essentials like flour, dried fruit or veg. Only God knows what we going to need when we get there and I am definitely sure it isn’t a picnic.”
Akotash wagged his finger as he put it in the bag (sack). “You forgetting that I am god and I say we need cookies!”
Akotash looked into the bag (sack), picking up a book, laughing at the title. “Guide to Equestrian stitching! Seems someone needs to listen to their own advice”
“It’s some pony,” corrected the ebony warrior as he tossed the book to Akotash. It read: a detailed guide of Equestria, its history and culture .
Akotash looked at the bulging bag (sack). “Ebony it seem we have a weight problem. I will not be able to teleport this sack with us.”
“It’s not a sack, it is a hand stitched bag, made by yours truly”
Akotash grinned. “Well it is quite evident that it was hand stitched”
Before the ebony warrior could retort the sound of a door could be heard.
“By Sovergarede! She’s back! Quick, grab whatever you can carry. We got to go now!”
The ebony warrior immediately started to grab as much as his hands could carry while Akotash made a portal.
“Get the door!” grunted Akotash. He was worn out.
The Ebony warrior dropped the books and in a nick of time held the door as it was about to opened by its owner.
The two immortals were silent as they heard lady Faust try to open her door.
“By Star swirls beard! It seems I locked my library again. Hmmmm. Ah! I remember were the spare key is!”
The ebony warrior sighed in relief as he heard the horse leave. “That, was a close one.” He turned to see a portal already opened and by it was a very tired looking Akotash.
“Let’s go, I cannot hold this much longer,” said Akotash breathing heavily.
“It looks unstable.”
“This is the best I can do. An inter-dimensional portal has never been done before!”
The ebony warrior looked at all the books on that he threw on the floor and picked one. “So much for packing.” And with that entered into the unknown.
Akotash groaned as he picked himself of the ground. ”Stupid portals. I just never ever got the hang of it.” Is this Equestria? Akotash looked around. Bare ground, littered with rocks and boulders. Not a single green form in sight.
“Ebony warrior you sure- What the fruitcake!” Akotash looked in shock at the two unconscious forms, in which one was stirring. Akotash moved back, first step is to make friends with the planets inhabitants. “H-e-l-l-o- d-o-n-k-e-y. M-y n-a-m-e- A-k-o-t-a-s-h. W-h-a-t y-o-u-r –n-a-m-e? ”
The form groaned. “It is me you idiot! And we are not donkeys we are ponies.”
“Hee Hee sorry Ebb’s I thought- Wait a minute, what did you meant by ‘we’… Oh holy moly! ”
Akotash looked at his hands and legs which were now hooves. “AHHHHHHH! I’m a donkey!”
“A pony,” sighed the ebony warrior. “How do I look?”
The ebony warrior was a Pegasus. His coat was black with his wings becoming lighter shade of black as it went down his wings. His irises were grey and his so was his mane which was long in the front and short at the back.
“You look like an animal.”
The ebony warrior rolled his eyes. “Ha Ha, really funny.”
“How come you do not have one of these,” said Akotash, as he pointed towards the horn on his head.
“I am what equestrians call a Pegasus. There are three races. Earth ponies, your normal ponies without a horn or wings but are connected with Mother Nature and are generally strong. Then you have Unicorn’s who have horns on their heads which enables them to use magic and finally Pegasus who have wings and can fly. ”
“How do you know all this?”
The ebony warrior pointed at the book on the ground. “Thank Shors beard I decided to take this book.”
“But wait. I have wings and a horn, what race is that?”
The ebony warrior looked surprised. “Never noticed that. Wait let me check.” After some difficulty trying to turn the pages, he found what he was looking for. “Ha! I found it”
What does it say?
“Hmmm…..It appears you are an alicorn, a godlike race of pony that personifies an attribute. There have only been five known alicorns throughout the eras. Two were sisters. Each controlling day and night. And another two were an embodiment of love and friendship respectively. While the last one…. ”
Akotash looked at him. “What? What did the last one represented?”
The ebony warrior looks up from the book. “It does not say.”
“So what are we going to do with our new friend here?”
Akotash looked confused. “What do you mean new friend?”
The ebony warrior pointed at the other pony. “It seems you transported some pony else with us”
Akotash looked at the pony. “He looks very similar to you.”
The mystery pony was an earth pony. His coat was grey and his spiky mane was silver gray. He had a scar on his left eye.
The ebony warrior sighed. “We have a lot of explaining to do when he wakes up.”
“Speaking of explaining, why are we so short? And I know we are ponies but seriously the ground is really near to us. ”
“That is because we are children or foals to be exact.”
Akotash yawned. “That could explain why I am feeling so sleepy.”
The ground started to shake, a roar could be heard and it was approaching in their direction.
“It seems we about to encounter some company,” noted the ebony warrior.
“A dragon alright.” Akotash said, popping his neck. “Approximately 6 Meters high, Weighs about Nearly three quarter of a ton and assumes that we are its lunch.”
The roar was heard again.
“I mean his after lunch snack.”
The ebony warrior looked at him incredulous.
“What!? Thu’um remember? I am the father of dragons after all.”
The ebony warrior rubbed his hair. “Sorry, totally forgot.”
“I’m surprised you already forgot about that. I mean I personally taught you the language of the dragons, I invented the damn thing.”
The ebony warrior frowned. “Maybe I would have learnt better if my spectacular teacher taught me while he was not drunk and maybe I would not have been bested by that stupid dragon born!”
Akotash chuckled to no pony. “Oooh someponys knickers in a twist now. It’s your fault own that you were bested by a puny mortal, you stupid tin can.”
“Says the pony who let their bow be used to aid vampires in battle. ”
Silence.
Akotash narrowed his eyes. “Take that back.”
The ebony warrior shook his head. “Never! Dirt face!”
“Knob Face!”
“That’s it! This ends now!”
The Dragon stared at the two foals trying to strangle each other not noticing that he was right in front of them. True it was a bit strange. Two foals in the dragon lands duking it out with each other. He did not complain though. He was getting a dinner and a show! Tummy rumbling the dragon decided that it was time to eat.
He roared, getting the two foals attention. He like seeing the scared faces of his prey except they were not scared, more like annoyed as if he interrupted something. Which he did.
The one with the horn and wings in particular was most irritated. “Can’t you see we in the middle of something youngling!” said the foal in his squeaky voice.
The dragon was taken aback by that remark. Did a tiny foal just call me a youngling? The dragon laughed out loud, the foal fuming with rage. “You? A puny pony is calling me a youngling? You got guts horned foal and you going to find my guts soon enough” The dragon licked his lips. By The dragon sceptre was he hungry.
The other foal spoke to the horned foal in a hush tone. Only for the horned foal to laugh out loud. “Do not worry about me, I’ll be fine! I can take losers thrice his size in this baby form.”
The dragon was amused. It’s not every day your prey fights back. That and the ratio of his big mouth to body size.
The winged foal then left the horn foal who went away for some reason. “Bring the stranger to speed to what is going on okay!” said the horned foal. “And tell him I am sorry for accidentally transporting him here!”
The dragon started to drool. A third pony? Today, it seems, is going to be a great day.
“Okay youngling let me show you how I, the great akotas-”
The dragon did not waste time as his fire breath engulfed the tiny foal for a good ten seconds. He like his meat rare. To his shock the horned foal appeared unharmed accept for a few singed hairs on his coat.
The horned foal looked up at the shell shock dragon, clearly unimpressed. “Your thu’um is pathetic! Let me show you the power of my thu’um.”
FUS RO DAH !
The dragon flew back hitting a huge boulder in the process. Painfully he got up, anger propelling him forward back to the foal. “You going to regret that you stupid horse!” The dragon roared as he stomped the foal with his foot. “Finally!” said the dragon. “No one can best me. I am the king of all dragons!” He was not the king of the dragons but he was so happy that he said it out of exhilaration. His biggest mistake.
“What did you say?”
The dragon looked confused as looked for the source of the voice. “Who said that!?” The dragon felt his leg being raised by a growing figure until he was hoisted of the ground be dangled by a….
“Dragon,” whimpered the tiny dragon as he saw a dragon larger than the largest dragon to walk on Equestria. Dragon lord torch.
“Who is the King of all dragons?”
“You, O great Lord Torch.” Said the tiny dragon, shakily.
The massive dragon looked confused. “I am not this Lord torch you speak of. I am Akotash, father of all dragons and lord of time! Now be gone! And if you ever eat any pony again! ” Akotash paused as he leaned closer, making sure the tiny dragon could see his teeth. “Then the next meal I eat will be carving dragon meat for breakfast, lunch and supper !”
With a mighty swing Akotash threw the dragon towards the horizon. “Well that solves our small dragon problem, Let us see how the ebony warrior is doing with our friend.”
Back to his pony form Akotash walked back to the ebony warrior. “So how did our friend take the news?” Akotash looked at the sleeping form. “Is he still sleeping?”
The ebony warrior shook his head. “He did wake up and I manage to communicate with him. He is actually from another universe altogether.”
Akotash looked at the sleeping form. “Were exactly?”
The ebony warrior sighed. “I do not know exactly. But he spoke Japanese and so I assumed Earth except that he has magic within him and a huge amount of it in his left eye.”
Akotash raised an eyebrow. “Humans of earth do not have magic.”
“Exactly, which is why I deduced he is from another universe entirely. But I think we did him a favor.”
Akotash gave him a confused look. “Why would snatching a person from their home be a favor?”
“The reason why he was so tired was because it would appear that whenever he was, he was on the verge of death or extreme magical exhaustion, you have indirectly saved his life.”
Akotash puffed his chest as the ebony warrior rolled his eyes. “That is what hero’s do”
“Enough of inflating that ego of yours and get some sleep,” yawned the ebony warrior. We got some searching to do tomorrow.
“I am not tired,” yawned Akotash, as he folded his legs. “I’m just…..zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz”
The ebony warrior chuckled as he let himself sleep into the night.
Faust looked down from the heavens as she saw two of her little ponies stopped on the road, pointing at the three sleeping foals in the dragon lands.
“You have changed nothing Akotash. In fact you already have sealed your son’s fate. The fourth generation went through tough times, Let us see how the next generation fares…”