The Interdenominational Travels of Connor Shadows
By Connor Shadows
Chapter 1
Connor Shadows was a simple spawn of corruption. He liked having fun, playing jokes, and occasionally causing chaos. He would go from planet to planet and dimension to dimension to make new friends, see the sites, and cause minimal to an ungodly amount of destruction.
He was a living mass of darkness. His only facial features were his glowing violet, ever changing eyes and his sharp toothed, black grin. He had two short onyx horns atop his head that costly changed into different pointy shapes.
The only clothes he wears is his long, flowing, tattered, teal, cloaked robe. At one time it had been a stunning garb but now after thousands of years of wear, it now was frayed, with an occasional bullet hole of slash in the fabric. The sleeves reached all the way down his arm leaving only a fraction of his hands were visible. It constantly moved and flowed above his writhing body. Where the robe ended a grey, inky haze rolled out, so when he moved he was followed by the darkness. The largest amount came from the bottom of his robe, it steadily poured out from the force of him propelling himself away from the ground so he could float; he had no legs.
Connor was look over his latest playground, the planet of Tortallel, is what he thinks it was called. He surveyed the scene from fifty feet in the air with a disappointed look on his shifting face. Jet black lizard like creatures that were only three feet tall were wreaking havoc on the amphibian inhabitants of the swampy, water filled world. Groups of the demented monsters pounced on the citizens of the village of adobe brick huts, swiftly latching onto them with their teeth and then tearing at them with razor sharp claws. Many of the frog-like inhabitants ran from the small terrors with no regard of their fellow villager. Some even tripped others so as the creatures killed them, they could escape or at least try.
“You think they would have at least tried to prevent this!” Connor angrily complained, in his slightly distorted voice. “All I wanted to do was meet the locals, find out about their culture, and make some new friends, but noooooo! They had to try and kill me just because of how I look I mean come on they’re frog people for cry-in out loud , you’d think of all people they wouldn't judge a book by its color or is it cover? Yeah its cover that makes more sense.” He swung his arm in a huff sending a mass of black sludge down towards the ground.
When the mass splattered against one of the huts it quickly started to conform into the shape of five black humanoid, lizard creatures. It took them a moment to realize their birth, but when they caught the scent of blood the joined in on the frenzy of killing.
After all the villagers were dead or being eaten alive Connor looked at the gruesome scene one last time and waved his arm. As he completed the gesture the lizards dissipated and returned to sludge that then seeped into the muddy ground. All that was left in the village was lifeless bodies.
“The rest of the world will probably be like this village this planet is underdeveloped, they don’t even have metal weapons yet,” Connor assumed, let down that this planet would be no fun.
”Oh well! Time to move on then!” he exclaimed, with glee. “Let’s see dimension or planet.” He retrieved a small copper coin, which had bearded man wearing a suit on the front, from the inside of his robe. “Heads for planet, tails for dimension.” He flipped the coin and as it fell back down Connor failed to catch it, letting it glance of the side of his ghostly hand toward the marshy land below. His face twisted in anger, that was his favorite coin, the anger quickly left his face and he smiled and clapped his hands together. “Dimension it is!”
With a toothy grin he focused black essence into his clasped hands; he then spread them apart letting a ball of purple, shining energy form between them. He brought his hand farther apart as expanded to his size. He quickly thrust his right hand into the center of the violet star letting black haze pour into it. As the shadows mixed with the ball, it began to swirl and deform into an oval shape.
“That should be good.” Connor proclaimed as he withdrew his hand from the vortex of light and darkness.
The vortex began growing brighter and it twirled faster, a starry sheet was now forming in the center.
“And so I go!” He yelled as he flew into the portal.
The gateway collapsed in on itself and shot off looking like a purple comet, with a trail of darkness in tow.
Then another vortex opened just ahead of it engulfing it then quickly disintegrating into nothing.
It was an especially cold winter day in Ponyville. The sky was clear and full of stars. There was a blanket of snow on ground, the full moon made it sparkle as if the ground was covered with diamonds.
Pinkie Pie was taking a midnight stroll on the outskirts of town, wrapped up in a red scarf.
“Why can’t I sleep?” Pinkie thought a little exhausted.” It feel like I’m gonna miss something, but everypony is asleep.” As she finished the thought a bright light flashed and lit up the ground in a lavender glow. She looked up and saw what looked like a comet flying through the sky.
“Wow! That the biggest comet I ever seen.” Pinkie exclaimed; the strange satellite was now beginning to grow larger. Then it occurred her that it wasn’t big it was just close and getting closer. Her eyes grew wide as the cascading ball shot over head and into the woods.
Connor smashed through snow coated tree limbs and then through trunks.
“Can he stick the landing, hahaha?”He shouted laughing uncontrollably. He was almost to the ground when it occurred him, “Wait, I don’t have legs!” He smashed into the ground and plowed through the tree roots and rocks in the ground. “Owowowowowow!” He came to an abrupt stop when he splattered against a hefty boulder. Connor pushed himself away from the painful brake and pulled himself out of the icy trench a floated there in the snow covered forest rubbing his head. “I really need to figure out how to make legs for myself.” whimpered sadly. He quickly got of the shaky experience and began laughing hysterically while brushing off his abused cloak. “Bwahaha! I hope someone saw that!”
“I saw it and that was crazy!” said a high pitch voice from behind him.
Connor whipped around in surprise and saw a small scarfed pink mare standing on top of the boulder he smashed into. “That crash must have been worse than I thought, horses can’t talk.”
“Well I’m a pony and I’m pretty sure I can talk” Pinkie said to the battered shadow.
Connor’s glowing eyes grew wide. “Wait what? I’m not imagining you little talking horse thing.” He floated up to the top the boulder, towering over the pink pony he reach out and touched her on the head, his hand didn’t pass through her; she was defiantly real. “Holy-moly talking horse!”
Pinkie Pie stood on her hind legs, “Stop calling me a horse I’m a pony.” she affirmed pointing at herself
“What? How are you doing that?”
“Doing what?” Pinkie asked a little confused.
Connor floated around her and inspected her. “You’re standing. Horses…”
“Pony.” Pinkie cut in.
“Fine “ponies” shouldn't be able to stand on their hind legs like this. Or talk for that matter. Are you the only talking ho, pony that is like this, you know that can talk and everything?”
“No everypony else can talk and stuff.” Pinkie responded while sliding down the cracked boulder onto the snowy ground.
Connor matched her movement and went down with her. “Really are there any humanoid species here.”
“ Huma-what-now?”
“Never mind.”
The weird word Pinkie had said earlier just registered in his mind “Wait what, don’t you mean everybody?” he said confused by the word.
“No I mean everypony. What are you saying everybody? That’s not a word silly.” She chuckled.
“Whatever guess I got a new word to use now.” Connor sighed dismissively. He didn’t want to have a grammar discussion especially one with a talking horse. He wanted to learn about this world of talking animals. “So as you can see I’m not from around here so would you mind giving me a tour and fill me in on your home.” He said this sounding like an ordinary tourist.
“Sure I can show you everything! Let’s go!” she declared excited preparing to run but before she did, she asked “What your name shadow guy?”
“My name is Connor Shadows, and who might you be my pink furred friend.” speaking in a regal tone bowing slightly, showing off his black grin.
“I’m Pinkie Pie pleasure to make your acquaintance.” She said outstretching her hoof to shake, and trying to ignore the wave of drowsiness that was approaching fast.
Connor reached out to the small hoof and grasped it, “Same here. Shall we,” he said releasing her hoof.
Pinkie started lazily walking towards Ponyville “Yeah lets go before I….” After Pinkie‘s forth step she collapsed on the ground and began snoring.
“Before you what?” Connor asked while floating with his head hanging over the curly haired pony. He stayed like that for a moment waiting for the sleeper to wake up, he then started poking her in the head, but she kept on snoring.
“Man she is out.” He thought lightheartedly. He began to flow away from her when a frigid wind hit him. “I just can’t leave her there, that wouldn't be cool.” He laughed and concluded. “That would be cold.” That was corny but he didn’t care.
He took off his cloak, exposing his dark, spectral form and picked her up. He then wrapped the sleeping package in the ragged cloak. With Pinkie in one arm he floated out over the canopy of snowy foliage and started looking for where she could have come from. He quickly noticed that he was near the edge of the wooded forest and was very close to a warmly lit city of mostly stone building with thatch roofs.
An evil thought hit him, “Thatched roofs equals easy to burn.” He put that thought away for later, when and if he felt like starting a fire.
Connor quickly shot through the air towards the town leaving a trail of shadow behind.
“Let see if I can find where you live.”