Pony POV Series
"Dark World" Part Eleven
Happy Birthday To You
By Alex Warlorn
"Down with Discord!" Shout Horus behind the podium.
"YEA!" Shouted the hippogriffs, including Inquisition.
"We'll never give up!"
"Never!"
"We'll fight to the last 'griff!"
"To the last!"
"We won't live as toys anymore!"
"YEA!"
"We can do it!"
"Yes we can! It's time for a change!" Shouted a brown and gray male hippogriff with odd colored wings, his cutie mark being a twisted tornado. His eyes were yellow and red. He also wore glasses with a fake mustache for some reason. Besides him was a smaller hippogriff chick who really liked her hamburgers.
"Nice to see you could join us again Wild Tempest," said Inquisition's mother.
"It's no problem, it's interesting, it's fun, and seriously, it's a good way to spend some time." Wild Tempest waved off. Inquisition's mother laughed.
The resistance meeting in the very foundations of Cloudsdale was going well, as normal. And Horus was glad to have Wild Tempest, a regular who only came into town for the meetings. Whenever the group felt hopeless, his sense of humor and witty remarks lightened their spirits.
All he asked in exchange was teaching his daughter ("The only reminder I have of her mother!" He'd sob whenever made to explain), instructing her in basic strategy.
Inquisition tried to get to know her better but was at an anti-social brick wall until Inquisition mentioned interrogation techniques she had read in a book once.
"You shall be spared," Tempest's daughter mumbled between bites, leaving Inquisition confused.
"Just think, the Virgacorns are having their group meeting right now on how to spread and encourage magic too." The adult hippogriff said off clawedly to Wild Tempest.
"Huh? Wha-! You mean the Virgacorn resistance meeting is today? I-erm! I just remembered something! Got to go! Nice talking to you again!"
Wild Tempest made a hasty but quiet exit dragging his daughter with him still eating her hamburger.
"Where have you been Paradigm Shift?" Symbolism asked the other Virgacorn.
The brown and gray Virgacorn panted, a smaller yellow and pink stripped Virgacorn trailing behind him, "Sorry... I... lost track of time."
"It's alright, is this your daughter?"
"Yes, teach her magic."
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'The rich and powerful will be torn down.' An eye-patched Anarchy whispered.
"The rich and powerful will be torn down!" The bald stallion in front of the mob shouted.
'Trials will be held.'
"Trials will be held!" Declared the same muscle on muscle stallion who had broken the back of Batmare.
'And your city will be returned to you... the people.'
"And your city will be returned to you... the people."
Anarchy felt something in his bones shake. No way. Couldn't be. But there no other feeling like this in existence. Whoa man, was She and Dad really gonna?
Sorry pal! You're on your own! Family calls.
"Yo! Pandy! Strife! Ya feel it too?!" Anarchy called as he raced on all fours down the hallway/path/road past his sisters' rooms/worlds/domains. He pulled off the eyepatch, it made him look cool, but he needed both eyes right now.
"I felt something big brother," said a glowing skull of death atop the neck of a female draconequus.
"It's bigger than you imagine! And take off that Nightmare Night mask already!" Pandora nodded taking off the glowing skull revealing her pretty face underneath.
"What makes you think we could not have felt it brother?" Strife asked, tossing away her 'towel' as she did so, tapping the stone paw of a Tasmanian devil against her hip.
"Well, yeah, bein' polite, right? Anyways! Let's move it! You guys don't want to miss this."
"I was merely waiting for you brother," Strife said simply.
"Coming!" Pandora said skipping out behind them.
"By the way, I've kept an eye on your latest work, I am very interested as to how that conflict will resolve," Strife said, as they headed towards Their Parents' domain/presence/being.
"Thanks, I think I've really outdone myself. I've still got the Eivo recording of him breaking the back of one of Justitia's champions, wannna watch it later?" Those who fought crime outside the law that the corrupt system wouldn't to ensure others' freedom? That Anarchy got, after all, ultimate-self-responsibility was Anarchy's ultimate goal. He'd even HELPED Justitia set up one or two of those, like the black pony with the skull cutie mark. The ones who fought outside the system to HELP the established law and order be maintained like that one dressed like a flying rat? They were a mystery to him.
"Perhaps. But don't assume her champion is done, determination is one of the key traits that Justitia looks for in her champions."
"He broke her back, what's the worst that could happen? Anyway, thanks for setting up the physical side of my newest champion this time."
"Well you've always had trouble with the physical side of your champions, I felt it'd be a good birthday present."
"Wait, that was my birthday present?!"
The entire universe shook, heaved, and moaned in pain.
"Do You Know Honey, No Matter How Many Times I See This It Never Stops Being Fun?" Havoc grinned, twisting about the sky almost into a knot. The shadows of existence steering clear of him even as they instinctively were pulled closer to the main event.
"YOU TAKE PLEASURE IN MY PAIN?"
"Oh Myself Forbid! I? Taking Pleasure In My Bride's Unhappiness? Perish The Thought!" Havoc giggled to himself. Three draconequi flew through the infinite layers of ice and darkness down to the sea of blackness, landing on top of three of six dark blue needle like peaks. The waves rippled and chopped, becoming the size of continents as their violence increased and continued to grow, "Hey Kids! Wonderful To See You Could Make It! You're All About To Witness Of One The Most Wonderful Miracles Of Beauty The Universe Dreads To Know!"
"Wow! She's really gonna do it!" Pandora whispered in awe, sitting down eagle style.
"So the time has finally come," said Strife standing and crossing her arms.
"Never thought I'd see this again. Makes me kinda wish Destruction, Dissy, and _________ were here to see this."
"Please don't mention 'Ruin' or _________. It makes it depressing," Pandora objected.
"Meh, sorry sis'." Anarchy shrugged.
"I Miss ___ Too. But It Is What You Get For Talking Back To Your Parents. Every Child Who Has Ever Lived Should Know That. __ Should Have Come To Me If __ Wanted to Blow Off Some Steam, I'd Have Loved To Hear It."
"Where's cousin Ponythulhu, though? He said he'd love to see this if it happened again," Pandora said, trying to change the subject slightly.
"I bet the poor guy thinks we're still angry at Dissy, shame he'll miss this show." Anarchy said, scratching his head.
Admittedly, Anarchy had never visited for a reason. A thousand year kingdom ruled were choices were utterly unpredictable due to the one in charge? That didn't exactly sit well with the embodiment of rebelling against authority. Strife on the other claw approved the cast iron ponies it was breeding.
"AAAAAAAGHAHAGHAGH!" Entropy moaned as dark blue mountains crumbled and others rose up. The shadows of existence scrambled out of the way.
"Such An Angelic Sound The Universe Can Barely Hear, My Bride's Voice Is Truly A Thing Of Beauty."
Two . . . 'limbs' grasped, the one belonging to Entropy crushing the one belonging to Havoc as the pain intensified. "That's It Dear! Let It All Out!" Entropy would have erased Him from existence for daring to speak so to Her if She wasn't in agony.
The existence around the three (meaning Their Mother) began to shake uncontrollably, like it was all going to fly apart at any moment!
Anarchy shouted, "I told it was a great show!"
"We're all going to die!" Pandora covered her head and cowed.
"Calm down! Nothing shall harm us!" Strife said punching a dark cobalt boulder with her stone paw as the reality-quakes sent it flying at her randomly.
"That's what I'm worried about!"
"I mean we shall not be harmed," Strife corrected, having let her mind slip about who's domain they were in.
The shadows of existence were now transfixed on the sight. Entranced and hypnotized at the wild storm of the ocean of Entropy.
"Who Knew Giving Life Would Be Such Torturous Agony For the Embodiment Of The End Of All Things? Not Quite The Same Thing As 'Pain' For You, Though I Did Enjoy My Part In The Process!!! Ha ha!"
Entropy/existence Herself/itself contorted, the waves becoming a maelstrom, Equestria would have been a speck of dust on a bubble on one of the tidal waves.
"And Here, We, Go."
The pain reached a climax and Entropy roared.
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Two statues in the gallery shuddered.
Discord fell on his side gasping. Fluttercruel fell against the mirror she had been blenching the pink fluffy dress she was wearing in. The glass shattered and 'Cruel's forehead bled.
"M-Master, what was that?"
"I know what it had to be. But I don't believe it. This didn't... "
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"Twilight are you okay?" AJ asked.
"Nothing, just a headache."
(I do not believe it.)
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"That is one fatass egg." Anarchy pointed.
Strife backpawed him, stone against flesh audible. "It's not polite to point."
"Hello, do you want to come out?" Pandora knocked on the giant egg's side.
"Maybe It's A Dud. Just Think Honey. We Might Need To Do It Again! I Have Some New Positions We Can Try!"
"YOU DON'T EXIST!"
The egg quivered from behind. Something heaved on the inside.
"I Suggest You Get Back Kids. She's Gonna Be Hungry," Havoc said as He casually willed Himself back into existence with less than a micron of effort.
"Her?" Anarchy asked.
"A Father Knows These Things. Did You Expect Your Mother To Know?"
"Pay up," Strife said simply, holding out her stone paw.
Anarchy grumbled and handed his sister a twenty.
A banging noise was heard on the inside of the egg, like a battering ram.
Strife grabbed her siblings and teleported a good distance away.
The egg began to crack, air, ice, and shadows being sucked in through the cracks.
Two nearby purple and beige pony shaped shadows survived by tossing a third larger dragon shaped shadow towards the egg as the cracks became larger and larger, connecting to each other and the egg itself rumbled violently.
Out.
I
Want
OUT!
The egg exploded, a shapeless, chaotic, random force tore its way out, it ripped wildly through the landscape, tearing apart everything in its path. It tore towards Havoc, who caught it easily as it bit and clawed harmless in His grasp. He merely brought it up to His eye to look it over.
"Ah, You're A Feisty One Aren't You? I Like That. But You Need To Learn. Now This'll Hurt You More Than Me, But It's For Your Own Good!"
Havoc slammed it into the ground, creating cracks that spread to the horizon. Then He threw it straight at Entropy's ocean, the great serpent rose up, and the force latched onto the serpent side, bit hard, and began to feed, gulping down what flowed, growing bigger and bigger. Bloated it fell off and fell into the ocean. It was nearly erased from existence countless times in the span of a moment on contract, but the overwhelming drive to live to exist inherited from its Father shook through it, a primal fear, and it swam toward the shore an infinity away, and climbed onto the cliff, panting, blackness dripped off it.
Strife actually smirked a little. "Here's my favorite part."
Like a pheromone, shadows of existence were drawn towards it of all shapes and sizes. They began to crowd around it, pushing each other off the cliff if need be to get closer to it.
The first shadow reached it, a cat shape with large fangs, the shadow touched it.
It ate the shadow, then tore through the rest like a scythe in a wheat field during a hurricane, ripping them to shreds.
Anarchy considered it was a good thing shadows of existence couldn't feel pain that way.
Even as it devoured and tore them apart, the shadows continued to crowd towards it.
The body of a serpent like its Mother.
The head of a horse and body covered in fur like all her siblings.
The front paw of a Tasmanian wolf.
The three toed claw of a moa reaching forward.
The rear hoof of a Kouprey.
The rear paw of a saber tooth tiger.
The tail of a shark.
And from her back the wing of a Archaeopteryx and a pterodactyl.
She fell on all fours panting. The shadows simply wandered away.
Havoc loomed over her.
A pseudopodia reached out and touched her on the forehead. Her eyes widened and focused.
"Do You Hear Me? Do You Understand Me? Your Name Is Rancor Adrestia Typhon Or Animosity. Do You Know What You Are?"
" . . . . I am revenge. I am violence. I am passions. I am rancid to the core. I am one of the winds of chaos. I am nature's fury against nature's law. I am of the Draconequi!"
All violence everywhere was her. Every act of revenge was her. Every heart gasping for air in its own passions was her. She did not rule over them like a queen or attend them like a janitor, she was them. She had always been them. They did not fuel her existence, she was the source of their existence, to put it hopelessly crudely.
Starting with a purple pegasus and beige earth pony shadow, the shadows of existence bowed to the new Draconquus.
The pseudopodia gently and warmly wrapped around her, "And Happy Birthday, My Baby Girl."
The three other draconequi slowly approached their new baby sister.
She was still so small. Her shape was that of a child. Little fat limbs, short tale, large eyes, big head, cute little fangs, adorable stumpy horns. And that mane could use a comb, Anarchy thought personally.
It would have been jarring to have heard her declaration of her nature and existence out of that young sweet spunky voice.
"Greetings. You know who I am, little sister. I have a birthday present for you, little sister. I have been keeping it for you for a very long time." Strife stabbed a black spear into the ground that was three time as tall as the new born draconequus. "When you're big enough to carry it that is. And when you've proven yourself worthy of such a magnificent weapon as this."
"Oooooooh." Rancor looked up at the huge spear in awe.
"Do you think she'll still like the book?" Pandora whispered to Anarchy holding up a little book of poems.
"Meh, don't get your hopes up."
"Well, I didn't know what Concept she'd be...I'll have to write a fresh batch. What did you get her?"
"Nothin'. I've got a few riots I'm sure she'll like. And I'm sure my latest champion is just her style."
"Anarchy! Fetch The Camera. Time For A Family Photo."
A few moments latter, the three adult Draconequi, Their Parents, and the newborn (who Havoc cradled in the closest fashion He could while still remaining as much in frame/eye/perspective with Entropy as physically possible) posed for a family picture/image/memory.
"Now who called my egg fatass?"
"Uh oh..."