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// Chapter 3: Aftermath 
// Story: Wrath of the Broken Crown 
// by Doctor Magnum 
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He walks alone through long past years,
With shattered dreams on silent tears,




No one moved.

No one spoke.

No one even breathed. 

The wind was calm and the earth had stopped shaking. Any light that had surrounded the being was gone and all was strangely calm. 

Fluttershy had her arms wrapped around his neck in a tight embrace and was holding on as tight as she could as she dangled from his neck; her back legs only came down to its waist. 

The impact had jarred her but she managed to still grab on. She wished Rainbow hadn’t of thrown her so hard like that but she kept her word and didn't miss. The minute she had him in her embrace and activated her element, everything just stopped. The chaos he had thrown everywhere was gone and all was calm. He was still in the form of some monster but he was no longer yelling at least. 

The thing that was The Writer was stunned by what happened. His face was one of surprise and his arms hung limply at his sides as he tried to figure out what was going on. Deep in his mind past all the rage and grief where the real Writer was hiding he tried to make sense of all this. What was this small pony thing doing? Was it......is it giving him a hug? Why is it doing that? And.....why did it feel good?

He felt a warmth spread from inside of him as small, pink butterflies began to appear around them and circle around, bathing him in a healing warmth. He felt calm and realized the small pony was healing him. He felt his rage subside and his grief slowly disappear as her power took away the wrath and brought him back from his place where he hid.

The Writer breathed out in relief as to everyone's surprise the monster began to disappear and change back into the real form they had all seen before. The wings folded back down and faded away without leaving a trace. A white glow enveloped him before fading and revealing the figure from before, the real body clad in the strange clothing. His hair died down and fell back on his head and face in long black drapes as well as on Fluttershy's who couldn't see past all the dark hair. She shook it off and looked at his face to see it turn back into the normal face of The Writer and he looked at her with white eyes filled with relief and exhaustion. She sighed in relief as well when she saw that it had worked. 

Everyone just stared in surprise at the spectacle. Like a miracle the crazy plan had worked. The Writer looked at Fluttershy, still hanging by his neck and started to speak, "What..." 

He was still trying to catch his breath and found talking rather difficult. What had he done? How long had he been screaming like that?

He tried to speak again, "What is this power?" 

Fluttershy smiled a little and squeezed his neck in another hug and said softly, "It’s the power of kindness and sympathy."

The Writer couldn’t believe the power these small innocent ponies possessed, how a simple hug washed his entire wrath away. Then he remembered….

He looked down at his feet and saw the black pieces of his amulet and he remembered what he saw. A great sadness overcame him and he felt tears start to fall. His legs grew weak and he slowly began to fall to his knees. Fluttershy gave a small “eep” when he finally fell, the hard impact from his knees to the ground made her lose her grip and fall on her back to the floor. She stared up at the Writer wondering what happened when she saw his face, and there could not have a sadder sight. Tears rolled down his face as he tried to hold back his sobs, his throat going tight as he stared at the wrecked amulet and the images of his dead friends flashed through his mind. Fluttershy tried to stand back up and comfort him when an indigo blur grabbed her and rushed her back away from the Writer to where her friends stood. Everyone gasped when they saw Harbinger there standing in front of Fluttershy with a glare fixed on the Writer. 

Luna was stunned to see the old captain, “Harbinger what are you doing here?” she asked. 

He was about to answer when the Writer made a sound that drew everyone’s attention back to it. They looked on as it slowly reached down to scoop up some of the pieces of the amulet and hold them in the palm of his hands. His friends were dead, he just couldn’t believe it. 

His friends who had been there for him his entire life and supported him through everything. Never once had they given up on him or left his side and they had taught him more in life than anyone else he knew. They had even sacrificed themselves to save him and make sure he escaped death. And they were gone forever; he would never see them again. 

He tried hard to hold back his tears as he tried to get the other pieces of the amulet into his hands. He tried to stand back up when another image flashed in his mind…….the image of his son being executed right in front of him. And he could no longer hold it back. 

The man who was known as the Writer, as a king, with powers beyond imagine and who had steadfast command and solid strength…….fell to the ground and cried. 

He no longer cared about the ones who saw him or what they thought as he gripped the pieces close to his chest and let his tears fall onto the ground. He was bent over on his knees, his head brushing the ground as great sobs racked his body. He couldn’t get the image of his dead son out of his head. The one thing he loved the most in his life was gone, brutally killed in front of him. He just couldn’t stop grieving and he was lost again to the sadness that consumed him.  

How could this have happened? How was it that everyone he loved and everything he built up since the beginning suddenly disappear? He had no idea how he was so helpless against the destruction that tore apart his world. That was something the Writer had never felt before and now it consumed him and drove him to the ground in despair: Helplessness. 

The only thing he could have done was watch. He had fought harder than anyone and he had tried everything in his power to stop Destruction’s reign but it was all in vain. Time and time again he had been driven back in defeat by his enemy and no matter what he tried to do nothing worked, nothing could stop it. And so here he was, on his knees crying into the dirt. A once proud and fair and powerful king……now broken and defeated. All hope left him and only despair resided in his heart. He had nothing and was nothing and so he wept for all he had loved and now had lost. 

But the ponies could not just stand aside and let him despair. They saw someone in desperate need of help, something they couldn’t ignore. Everyone felt in their hearts that they had to do something for the poor creature. Even the guards who lowered their spears and even Shining Armor felt a need to help the creature. Harbinger couldn’t believe what all had just transpired: he arrived just in time to see some monster raging about and Fluttershy fly right into it and then in the span a few mere moments it had changed into something else and was on the ground crying. What was going on?

He turned to the Elements and Princess Luna and said, “Forgive me but, what happened here? I don’t understand.” 
The elements were too concerned with the state of the being and so Luna was the one who answered him, “I don’t really know Harbinger but I do know that he had somehow healed from his crash and when I was about to check on him he came crashing out of the hospital. He was talking in this strange language and I couldn’t understand him. He pulled out this amulet and it showed other creatures like him and they were all dead. But then it showed someone else and it looked a lot younger and it too was killed. Before that happened though I heard him say something and it sounded like…..that was his son.”

Harbingers eyes grew wide as he took all this information in and he looked back at the creature and sadness filled him. He felt sorry for the creature and for once didn’t know what to do and neither could anyone else. 

But then two figures stepped out of the hospital entrance, the doctor and nurse Redheart approached the creature and stood next to it. The doctor was a little scratched up from the glass that had fallen on him but he didn’t care. He wasn’t going to just sit there and not help his patient be him a dangerous monster or not. 

He put a hoof on the Writers shoulder and comforted him as did Redheart. “Im so sorry,” he said, “Please. If there is anything we can do to help you just tell us. We are here for you and we can help you.”

The Writer looked at him and tried to say something but couldn’t, he was grateful for the comfort he was given though. The elements then began to approach as well, this time no one objected. They formed a small semi-circle in front of the Writer and comforted him as well.

“We’re so sorry. We didn’t mean to make you any angrier. We were just trying to help. Is there anything we can do?” asked Twilight.

The Writer feebly shook his head; he was still bent over a little but wasn’t crying as hard as before. He thought to himself that he must have looked real pathetic to the ponies. He felt bad for his behavior since he arrived in this strange world. No doubt they were all afraid of him because he looked nothing like them and in their eyes he was a giant alien with scary powers. The fact that he had used some of that power to try and kill one of them probably didn’t help things either. 

Much to everyone’s surprise he muttered a whisper, “I’m sorry…”

This was the first time he had ever actually spoken to any of them normally without any screaming or in his own weird language. Everyone was surprised to say the least and Twilight leaned in to say, “Um, I’m sorry but I didn’t catch that?”

The Writer looked up at her now and they were staring into each other’s eyes. Twilight found herself transfixed by the brilliance of his pure white eyes but she could also see so much sadness in them. 

“I said, I am sorry.” He said to her, his voice a little louder but sounded hoarse. 

“Whatever for dear?” Rarity asked; her worry for him more than apparent in her voice.

The Writer then looked at all of them and they too were struck by his eyes.

“For the way I have been acting since I came here. I did not mean to scare anyone when I landed and used my powers in front of everyone. I just have this thing with fire. Also,” and at this he turned to Applejack, “the red one is your brother is he not?”

Applejack’s eyes went wide with shock at his words, “Uh yeah actually” she said, her mind couldn’t figure out how to react to this.

“I see” the Writer responded, “Then I am very sorry for trying to….destroy him it’s just that……his color and size I mistook him for an enemy….please forgive me” 

The Writer had to struggle to keep his demeanor as he still fought back the sadness. Applejack became very conflicted about all of this: on one hand he had tried to kill her brother which is something she would normally not forgive but his words felt so sincere and he wasn’t really himself then as he had explained. She felt he told the truth and couldn’t find it in her to deny him her forgiveness. 

“Ah of course ah forgive you” she said, laying a hoof on his shoulder with a smile, “You weren’t you and nopony got hurt anyway.”

To say The Writer was surprised was an understatement; he had expected to be shown no mercy and be punished by the creatures. He wasn’t expecting to be forgiven for his actions at all. 

“Wait what?” he replied, some of the sadness being replaced with shock and disbelief, “You mean to say, Orange One, that I am forgiven for my actions? Why? I…..I could have killed you all and…..not even know it….” 

Twilight then approached the Writer and said in a calming voice, “Because we know, somehow, that you didn’t mean to do those things. When you landed you were dazed, confused, and quite possibly scared. We’re just glad you didn’t really hurt anyone and as for……whatever that was a few moments ago, we understand and we can help, we want to help. We all forgive you.”

Then she turned to point to her friends, “By the way, the “Orange One’s” name is Applejack and this is Rainbow Dash, Rarity, Pinkie Pie, and Fluttershy.” 

She pointed to each of her friends as she introduced them and then at herself, “And my name is Twilight Sparkle.”

Such odd and unique names, the Writer doubted he would remember them all easily. These were the strangest creatures he had ever encountered and they had power that could stop his own. They would make fierce opponents and yet….

“You ALL forgive me? I do not understand…” 

Twilight smiled as did the others. 

But before they could say anything else, their elements suddenly flashed and a glow came from each of them. They looked at their respective elements in confusion. 

“What’s going on?” asked Rainbow. 

“I don’t know. I didn’t do it.” responded Twilight. 

The Writer watched curiously as their pieces of jewelry they called Elements began to glow more before from each of them came a flying, glowing image of their elements. 

They flowed smoothly through the air and pulsated in their respective colors. Everyone watched in awe and apprehension as the spirits began to circle around the Writer. 

“What is this new power?” he asked as the one that belonged to Twilight stopped in front of his face. He straightened up on his knees and stared at the strange spirit of magic. Then the pieces of the amulet started to glow and rise out of his hands. He gave a startled sound as he watched the pieces fly above his head and the spirits of the elements began to fly around them. Then the pieces started to form together and when all of them had found their place and the glow seemed blinding did the elements fly into the amulet and a great beam of color shot into the sky. The power cut through the dark clouds and the light of day could be seen again as shafts of sunlight shined down upon the wrecked courtyard and illuminated The Writer and the six Elements in its warming light. The dark clouds began to disappear as a different wave of power swept over the land. It was one of peace and hope as the dark fear was swept away. Celestia witnessed this as her carriage sped towards Ponyville. She could not comprehend all that was happening and urged her steeds to fly faster. 

Luna and Harbinger and Shining Armor stared dumbfounded at the scene before them. The Writer and the Elements surrounded by the powers of both like they were meant to be together. What did this mean?

The light was also noticed by a pack of dark creatures, their red eyes glowed with hate and malice at the easily recognizable power. By their knowledge that power was supposed to be dead. They couldn’t believe their luck at being placed on a world that actually had their prey on it. The leader turned to his brethren and spoke in a sick and evil dialect and the horrid pack of monsters made their way slowly towards the place where their target hid. 

The light had finally stopped and the now whole amulet slowly drifted back down into the Writers hands. He stared at it not believing that it was whole again. The gold glinted in the sunlight and the jewels glowed dimly. He wondered what this truly meant but he did know one thing, hope had returned to him as he saw that there might actually be a way to fix the past. 

He stood up now and towered above the ponies as he held the amulet and looked into the sky with a look of determination. He vowed to find a way to bring all of his people back and destroy the one that had ruined it all. 

At that point, Princess Luna approached hesitantly and said, “Who are you?”

The Writer looked at her and in a voice that radiated power and authority said, “I am The Writer.”





Millions of light-years away, in a place in the darkness of the universe where there was no world or sun but simply an empty and quiet place in the galaxy, a figure floated in the darkness. He was humanoid and bathed in light and soft shimmering tendrils of energy drifted from him. He had no face yet there was an intelligence there that was older than all things in the universe. He had no name but was known by many titles. And he was searching for someone.

As he reached out into the void he felt a faint, yet unmistakable wave of energy and he grasped on to it with a fierce, mental hold. He opened his eyes and said in a voice that had shaped worlds, “He is alive.”

Then he spread two giant wings and flew onward through the void……