//------------------------------// // Prologue // Story: Ponies Bizarre Adventure: Harmonic Legacy // by LagomorphicExpanse //------------------------------// Rainbows bizarre adventure. Prologue Iron Sand galloped as fast as he could through the dapple wood as fast as he could, terrified as memories flowed back to him in a rush. His friends sat around him in the university cafeteria. “Can you believe it? A completely untouched set of ruins just outside of Dappleshore! And if it hadn’t been for you we never would have found it Iron.” Carbon Date raised a glass into the air for a toast, the rest of his friends followed suit. He winced as he felt his saddlebags catch on a low hanging branch and rip off. Gold, sheets of paper, and priceless artefacts poured out onto the forest floor. Iron didn’t miss a hoof beat. “According to this dating spell, these carvings were made... that can’t be right.” Iron turned to look at Parchment, the white and tan unicorn looking puzzled as she levitated a crystal in front of a wall covered in surprisingly well preserved carvings. The world tilted around him, he was falling. Had he tripped? He hadn’t seen any roots around the path. “These marking are clearly from the ancient Azteca tribe of earth ponies, but this is Equestria! The Azteca never set hoof here.” Parchment said bewilderedly. “On top of that, this crystal clearly says that these carvings are two thousand seven hundred years! That’s over a hundred years before the earliest records of the Azteca!” His eyes widened as he saw his attacker in mid fall. He hadn’t tripped. The pain that he had blocked out now reached his mind. His left foreleg was missing. The entire group stared up at the mural before them. It showed six ponies with both wings and horns, five of them wore jewelled collars crafted to look like their cutie marks; the sixth wore an enormous crown. He looked into his pursuers eyes. They were deep red, the color of the apple he had eaten that morning. The color of his friend scalpel’s mane in the biology division of the university. The exact same color as the blood pooling beneath the hole where his leg should have been. The strangest thing about the carving was that even though each of the ponies possessed both horns and wings, only the crowned one could have been called an Alicorn. The other ponies each had strangely positioned horns, ranging from two horns on either side of the head pointing backward like an antelopes, to six horns forming a crown like shape where they sprouted from the head. Iron sand was completely terrified by the strange creature before him. Mane like a rainbow but strangely dark with four short curved horns poking through just above the eerie slit pupiled eyes, and a dark blue coat. A coat freshly wetted with the blood of his friends and colleagues. Dusty Tome was already translating the text beneath the image as the rest of them simply stared at it. His face grew more horrified as he worked. It was with shaky hooves that their group’s most proficient translator held his writing book for the rest of them to read. They heard hoof taps behind them. “Beautiful, Isn’t it?”Was the last thing most of his friend heard. The owner of that voice stood before him now. Smirking as it observed its prey. Unlike the princesses this multi-horned creature was the same height as most ponies, in fact he looked slightly short for a colt though the only thing that Iron could use to identify the creatures gender was it terrible, unnatural voice. Iron drew what he knew would be his last breath, and asked a pointless question that he already knew the answer to. “Mercy?” “No.” CRUNCH The attacker had to hand it to the unicorn, he could run. Much better than the weak Azteca ponies that he had hunted before they had the sense to run away. Not that running was of much use against him, even among the chosen ones his aireal abilities were leagues ahead of the others. He noticed the bag, gold and tablets lay strewn about among the inferiors papers. He shook his head. “Some ponies are just so rude. Don’t you know that it’s impolite to take things from somepony else’s home without permission?” he trotted over to the fallen bag to retrieve his belongings, but something else caught his eye. A book with a bloodstain across the cover. He turned his head towards his victim. “HEY! You over there! This is the thing that your friends were looking at when I killed a whole bunch of them right?” No sound but the wind moving through the leaves could be heard. He smiled. “Yeah, I thought that was what it was. Mind if I have a look?” Again, an unnatural silence hung in the air, unbroken by any kind of answer. “Why thank you very much!” The bloodstained pony said as he lifted the book and flipped through the pages. “Ah, ponies always get so much more polite after their heads have been crushed. It’s simply incredible.” After several minutes of scanning the book, the darkly coloured creature tossed it aside. “Nothing interesting in there. Not even very well hornwritten And I’ve only known how to read and write this language for... When did I absorb that first colt? Or was it a mare... Oh well I can’t be expected to remember every meal can I.” The creature levitated the objects taken from its home and began to trot back to it lovely temple, carved out the mountainside by his worshipers over two thousand years ago and still in picturesque condition. He left behind the book, which lay open to a page flecked with blood. On that page were these words. They are the chosen, elevated above all other creatures by their power. Land, sea, air, all worlds belong to them. The strength of but one is greater that of the largest dragon. Their speed is greater than the wind itself. They do not need to eat as mortals do, but hunt the unworthy as sport. They can soar like a bird, burn like fire, flow like water, and so many other great feats. There is but one thing the chosen are unable to do. Their birth was deep beneath the earth, far from the sun, and so the sun shuns them. They cannot run under its light, and that is their only weakness. But the cunning chosen found a solution! They created six mighty gems that after twice a thousand years and a quarter of that again will allow them to befriend the sun. And with this power they will rule over all the world.