You are drifting through space, blackness. You feel weightless, like your swimming through water. Everything is calm and at peace. Suddenly you see it, a portal leading to an unknown location. You float seamlessly through it.
On the other side is a large grassy meadow, filled with flowers and cute little animals, all within the cover of bright green. You see that the meadow is bordered by a wall of huge, snowcapped, mountains to the south. They stand majestically over the field, almost as if watching over the meadow as its protectors. The sun is setting in the west giving the whole pasture an orange coat.
Then you look over to see a single tree in the middle of the field. You fly towards it to get a better look. What you see is a lovable sight.
Two ponies lay beneath the tree. One, a tan mare, the other, a brown stallion with wings, they are nuzzling each other. They must be lovers, you think. You then notice a red and white pick nick blanket beside them, with a big basket in the center. Then you hear laughter, the laughter of children.
You see two young foals, specifically, a brown colt, and a tan-brown filly; running up toward the picnic. They run around in circles and laugh; it is some of the most adorable sounds you have ever heard. The foals tackle each other and giggle with delight. The two adults look at each other and smile warmly. Then the mare leans in on her husband’s chest and nestles him warmly. The stallion leans his head on top of hers, and hugs her in a warm embrace. It is a beautiful sight, the definition of happiness.
It sickens you.
Suddenly thunder roars in the distance, waking the couple up. The children stop laughing, get up, and look toward the south.
Dark clouds seep out from over the mountains. Lightning strikes out from the clouds. The sky is blackened by the dark clouds, and the wind begins to pick up. It carries away the basket and blanket. The children become frightened and huddle next to their parents, who are now standing. Their eyes widening with fear.
Suddenly a great roar bounds from over the mountains, it shakes the earth, the children fall of the hoofs. The mountain crumbles from its might. Then finally, it appears.
A dark shadow rises from the peaks. Its mass is covered by the dark clouds, the lightning turns from its white color to the color of red, blood red. Then the clouds part and the great shadow, is revealed.
A colossal black dragon, bigger than the mountains it came from! It hovers above the meadow, its fiery eyes filled with contempt. It then narrows its slit pupils on the family.
The children scream in fear and hug their parent’s legs for dear life; the two parent’s iris’s shrink to the size of marbles as their jaws drop.
The dragon smiles a sadistic grin on its long snout, baring teeth the size of boulders. It rears its head back and opens its mouth. A fiery core shine from inside it’s throat, and it gets brighter and brighter. The mother and father cover the children from the inevitable, in a pitiful attempt to protect the children. A huge ball of fire grows within the dragon’s mouth. Flames flicker out through the teeth almost as if trying to escape.
Then the dragons head shoots forward, its breath is unleashed. In what can only be described as a storm of fire and death falls upon the meadow, engulfing the entire field with its flames. The family is swallowed by the fire; the earth beneath scorches and melts from the intensity of the heat.
You stop breathing your molten death, and look upon your good work. An entire valley turned from grassland to a scorched wasteland. You feel the heat radiating off the remains of the once life-filled land and laugh. You laugh deeply and loudly. This is only the beginning of the end! This is a sign of what is to come! You will burn this world anew and rule your new shining kingdom over the ashes of its dead!
Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
Then a sound wakes you up.
What? You’re… awake!
Yes! You are awake! Finally! Lord Garmaddon has risen! Well… not yet, but still, after centuries of sleep you are once again conscious. Wait… but why are you awake. Then you hear that sound again. That… clinking… Yes you recognize it as the sound of metal against dirt. Someone or something is digging their way down to you.
The sound is growing louder and louder. You try to open your eyes, but you are still too weak. Yes, even you will admit that you are currently weak, not all gods would admit it. But that is a sign of arrogance, something to use against enemies. You are not “above” admitting that after what must be centuries of being cast down into the earth into what was supposed to be an eternal sleep, waking up will leave you a bit groggy. Besides, something is covering your eyes, most likely rock.
The sound is getting louder, almost as if it was right next to you! Then you hear it, the breaking of the earth. You hear the sound of the rock giving way to weight.
“W-whoa!” you hear.
Someone as fallen into your chamber, how unlucky for them. You tire of this nonsense. You want to see what that entire ruckus was about; you want to see the faces of those foolish enough to wake you from your slumber.
You concentrate hard and focus your power. You feel your dark powers coming back to you already. It takes a little effort, but eventually the desired effect happens. Your vision returns to you… sort off. You are using one of your most useful abilities, your sight beyond sight. It allows your vision to leave your body and travel any ware you want. Very useful for spying on your enemies, as well as seeing where you are when your eyes can’t.
You look around in the dark and notice a gigantic tunnel. It is completely dark, luckily for you, your sight beyond sight allows you to see in the dark as well. You also notice that the tunnel ends at a giant wall, in a peculiar oval shape.
You recognize this as your eye, covered up by what looks to be a large layer of rock. You then notice a pile of rocks to your left. It is in front of a small opening in the cavern that is not naturally formed. You also see the leg of a pony sticking out of the rubble.
Of course, you thought. Ponies, that degenerate race who dares call themselves masters of this world. How long you have hated these equine beasts, with their talk of “harmony” and “friendship”. Even the thoughts of such foolish beliefs leave a bad taste in the mouth. You then chuckle to yourself and admit, it isn’t their fault that they preach theses false ideas. It is in the nature… a nature promoted by their infernal rulers!
The sound of more ponies interrupts your thoughts. A group of ponies make their way through the hole. They are carrying lanterns in their mouths or on a stick.
One of the ponies’ points at the leg.
“There he is!” he says. He then reaches out at the leg, and pulls out a big dark blue stallion, with a cutie mark of a pickaxe.
Ugh, you remember what cutie marks are. How pathetic are a race, who must have the chosen mark of their profession tattooed on their backside! Are they really too dense to find out what they want to do in life on their own? Ha! How sad. When you created your children, you gave them a single purpose, destroy and conquer in your name. Easy to remember.
Then you remember; the thought rushes you in an instant. The dragons! What has happened to them? Surely they must still be alive, even after you were cast down. You know the ponies are too kind to kill an entire species, another quality of their weakness you might add. You must find the dragons and unite them once again to your rule, unless they’re still worshiping you. Which should be the case; you made strict rules that you alone were to be worshiped. But then again, who knows how long you have been gone. When you get out of here you must find the dragons… but first…
The ponies all gather around the stallion, he shakes his head and then sighs.
“I’m fine guys, nothing to fear, just some loose rock that’s all.” He says. Suddenly a light brown unicorn with a cutie mark of a map with an x on it steps forward.
“That loose rock could have given way to a chasm, Steel Hoof.” She says. You chuckle. No, no, you have found something much worse.
“You’re one of our best miners, Steel. We can’t afford to lose anymore ponies on this expedition. You know that.” she says with urgency.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m sorry, Miss Tracker. I’ll be more careful next time. But you know I’m a full grown stallion, not a foal. I signed up for this expedition knowing full well the risks involved, we all did.” He says. The other ponies look at the one known as Tracker. Honesty shines on their faces even in the dark. Tracker smiles and nods.
“Alright then gentlecolts, let’s continue.” She says. An aura surrounds her horn as a paper and quill float out of a saddlebag on her back, and hover in front of her. The quill zips across the paper writing numbers and equations, the unicorn murmurs to her self as this happens. She then turns around to face the group.
“According to my calculations we are around 3,000 miles underground.” She says.
“This mountain sure goes pretty deep, deeper than I’ve ever seen. Wow, this place is huge.” Steel Hoof says.
“Well like I said, the Dreadrock Mountain is no ordinary mountain. Its specific type of rock spreads throughout the bottom of the Badlands; it has many different tunnels and chasms beneath ranging from tiny tubes to… ones a big as this, stretching almost all the way to the Royal Palace. It appears we are in one of those caverns.” Tracker says.
Dreadrock Mountain? You wonder. The ponies then walk over to your rock-covered eye.
“What’s this?” Tracker wonders. She puts her hooves on the rock and examines it.
“Peculiar shape, it’s shaped into some kind of oval.” She mutters.
“Could be lava.” One of the ponies says.
“No, no, lava doesn’t form this way, not at this level, see there is rocky texture here.” she points to specific points of rock that stick out more.
“It must have formed over a long period of time over something on the other side.” She says.
That something is your eye, but you let this draw out. You like to toy with your prey.
“Steel Hoof, could you?” Tracker asked. The stallion nodded and motioned the other ponies to follow him. The ponies all gathered around the formation with pickaxes in hoof, and hammered away at the rock.
You could feel the rock being chipped away as the pickaxes strike them you can feel the tools banging away at your eye. You hate it, you want to reveal yourself. But you wait. You must reveal yourself at the proper time, like a good showdragon.
Then the rock falls away. The ponies back away from the crumbling rock as it falls into dust, revealing your giant, black scaled, closed eye. It is a refreshing feeling. But this is not the moment of reveal. The ponies look upon your eye wonder and astonishment.
Good, your form deserves such praise.
One of the ponies, the same that recued Steel Hoof, leans down and picks up some the collapsed rock.
“I’ve never seen rock that cracks as easily as that.” he says.
“Must be magical.” One of the others says. Tracker doesn’t notice their talk; she is too fixated on your eye. She feels her hooves along your scales and gasps.
“This is incredible, a dead dragon, buried under the earth…” she says. Dead? Oh she will be quite mistaken.
“Dragon?” Steel Hoof says. “I don’t think dragons grow that big Miss Tracker.” He says wearily. Not normal ones anyway. Tracker pays no mind to Steel Hoof’s words. She leans against your eyelid and places her head against it and knocks three times.
You feel the knocks; they are small, but irritating. That is it. You have had enough of this charade. Now is the big reveal. Using your internal heat, you focus your heat upon your eyelid. It takes a little bit of difficulty, more than you would like to use your power, but eventually the desired effect works.
Your black scales turn to molten orange, the heat of lava radiates off of them. Tracker’s coat begins to sizzle and burn against your fiery skin. She jumps back in shock. She yelps in surprise more than pain. Some ponies rush to her side and try to cool her off but here eyes focus on yours, as the rest of the party does.
You then let your scales mellow, letting the heat fade away. Now is the big reveal. You reside your sight beyond sight, and your vision goes dark, but not for long.
You open your gigantic eye. It burns with the heat of your core. It lights up the entire tunnel with a shine of flame. The ponies cover their eyes for a bit. But when the hooves reside, you see the fear within them. You move around your iris just to get the hang of it again. Then your focus your gaze upon Tracker.
She freezes, as mortal terror digs its claws into her. You feel a smile upon your snout. Using your strength you pull away from the tunnel, the rock breaks from your great power. The whole mountain shakes from your awakening. You notice as your pull away, there is no rock to your right. You open your right eye to reveal a different sight.
An expansive underground chamber, pure bedrock shaped into a cone spiraling upwards. The whole chamber is lit in a light green. You look up to see that at the stop of the cone is a large, teal, crystal. Providing light to the entire expanse. You look along the edges of the chamber to see tiny holes along the spiral. You recognize these as tunnels similar to where your eye was. This reminds you.
You pull your entire left half of your body from the side, freeing yourself from the earth. You also notice that from your torso down is a gigantic pool of steaming teal water. Interesting place, you thought. You turn your massive head and stare down upon your awakeners. You smile along your powerful jaw, and begin to speak.
“Equine beasts, bid thee thanks.” You begin. Your voice booms with power and malice, it shakes the whole cavern. It enters the ponies’ minds, corrupting their thoughts and dreams as they stare upon your mighty presence. Your power to control minds with your voice, a power that can only be protected against by a strong will, something these ponies obviously lack. But that is expected amongst ponies. You continue.
“For thou hath freed me from my eternal slumber. I shall now reward you, with the honor of being my first meal in centuries.” You say. The ponies’ minds are too corrupted for them to voice any resistance. They simply stare, wide eyed as you reach down to consume them. You hate food that fights back. You take out a large chunk of what was once the tunnel, along with the bodies of the ponies, and begin to chew your meal. The rock melts within your jaw as your chew. You swallow the melted rock and equine and smile.
You stretch your wings out. You feel the satisfying pops within the bones. Your tail rises from the pool and splashes back down. You stretch your entire body ready to break free of this prison, ready to amass your armies and destroy all ponykind!
Then you feel a tug upon your neck, a powerful tug. One that keeps you from escaping. You reach up and feel around your neck to find a metal clamp.
What!? You look down to see a giant metal clamp around your neck, connected to a giant chain reaching down into the pool.
What? A chain, to contain the great Garmaddon!? Never! You grab hold of the chain and pull. It doesn’t budge. You pull again, still nothing. This will not stop you! You will escape. You pull hard, harder than you’ve ever pulled before. You pull using the strength that could move a planet, using a force that could topple mountains. Yet the chain doesn’t give. You stop and lean your neck down to loosen the chain. Then you hold it across your hands and inspect it. You see the texture shimmer in a magical rainbow light.
As you inspect this chain across your hands you notice two other metal clamps attached to your wrists, with chains also leading into the pool.
You roar with anger. It shakes the chasm. You then summon fire from your mouth to burn away at the infernal chains. Your fire is legendary to destroy anything it touches, from bedrock, to stars… to gods.
But you find that when you try to summon your internal flame, you can’t. You ponder as to why but then you realize the problem.
The pool!
You then notice the temperature of the water, its freezing, the coldest thing you’ve ever felt. That’s why it is steaming. To cool you down enough to keep you from using your breath; that’s why it was difficult to even make your scales hot, let alone using your breath.
Then it all hits you. This place isn’t just a chamber, it’s a prison! Your prison. Then you remember it, you remember everything.
Your betrayal, your war against the ponies, the genocide of the gods; all of them except for two of them. The two ponies who imprisoned you within the earth, the two targets of a prime form of hatred deep within you, reserved for only those who have done your great pain. The two “princesses” of the pony race. The vile duo that placed you within this earthly prison. The Princess of the Night, Luna, and The Princess of the Sun; a name full of such regality and goodness that the mere mention of it fills your thoughts with merciless contempt.
“Celestia.”