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// 1. Prologue 
// Story: An Agent of Chaos 
// by AleneShazam 
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“Are you prepared for what lies ahead of you?” Asked the white elderly unicorn. I sighed internally. Of course I am. Why else would I be standing before him now? I had placed my bets years ago, and I lost. Such is the nature of gambling. You win, you come clean, and more often than not, richer in some sense. You lose, and the consequences are clearly set. For my bet, the consequences were severe. Very severe.

“I am.” I answered honestly. I have nothing left to fight for, and there is nothing left for me in this world. For once in my entire existence, I was alone. Alone, without my sister beside me, this time forever. We had a little falling out a while back. She had put up with my ‘pompous, assuming, stuck up attitude’. I told her to stop being a little bitch and suck it up. Now, I’m not much for swearing, but really, even the most cultured and civilized degrade into barbarism when their most trusted life companion abandons them. She had called me a good many names, ‘good-for-nothing ass wiper’ being one of the bunch.

Naturally, we went our separate ways, her exit a bit more forceful than mine. But still, we were both traumatized by our little spat, and the loneliness definitely got to us both. I became a psychopath obsessed with maintaining my illusion of a world, the world as it appeared before we split. It was a beautiful world, at least for me. I lived in seclusion after that, planning to spend my days as a hermit. But fate, as it seemed, threw me a curve ball, and sent a project my way. Realizing that completing this project was far more important than moping, I slapped post-traumatic depression in the proverbial face and carried out the machinations of destiny.

I was almost done, literally -this- close to completing, when my sister returned. I was pissed beyond belief. First she abandoned me, leaving me to stew in this hellhole of a world. She didn’t even bother to write! Now, when she came back, I was shocked to see who she became. She had changed from a whiny little bitch to a fully fledged, mature young lady. And I was jealous. Who was she to become so lovable when I was wallowing in the illusion of my perfect little world? So, using the near completed project I created, I attempted to force her back into submission. Of course, it backfired, sort of, and we made up shortly afterwards. And the project? I left it to bite the dust.

And then, I was happy. I was reunited with my long lost sibling. I was surrounded by loving family and friends. I was doing the job of my dreams. Nothing could have been better.

“Excuse me, but there is no time to waste.” The pony said to me. I sighed and followed him. After all, I’m not in control of this entire situation. I was used to being in control of my own fate, blazing my own trail in the woods of destiny. It seems that the ability has deserted me as of late.

We were walking down a white hallway. It was too white, as a matter of fact. Too pristine. Too clean. Back when I had my own abode, I would paint the walls a light cream color. It just made the place seem that much homier. These walls were too unnatural. Designed to unnerve whoever was walking though it, no doubt. Well it won’t work. I held my head high, to signify that they have failed to break my will.

We stopped at a room that was slightly less... strong, in its decor. It was a simple wooden room, with a chair and an altar. The elderly pony walked up to the altar and flipped open a book lying there. “Now, I will give you your final rites, and we will proceed. Understand?” Oh hell no. Of all the things they had to give me, this was it? “In the name of the two sisters, they who art exalted in all ways...” Of all the things, they gave me a lecture on the two sisters? Do those fools even realize who I am? But perhaps this is yet another attempt to shatter my will. Yes, that must be it. By subjecting me to such warped holiness, they try to besiege my mind’s walls. Well, it’s not working! I toned out the sermon and stare blankly at the white pony’s face.

“Prisoner.” I ignored him, drowning him out with mental noise. 

“Prisoner.” I resolutely looked away from him, albeit somewhat childishly.

“The sermon is over.” He said, sighing. My ears perked up and I smiled. Finally. “Come along now. I hope you understand what this final segment means?” I nodded. End of the line, obviously.  I’m childish, not stupid. And I’m not naive enough to believe that I would luck out somehow and miraculously get spirited away by some powerful force of beyond.

“Q’lar makan tesh’ub, Doflar er’er fabu.” I muttered in Ancient Equestrian. It meant ‘You can take my body but you will never take my soul.’, but actually is better fit to ‘Fuck you I’m never giving up.’ The elderly pony raised his eyebrows, obviously not understanding what I said. Few ponies understand Ancient Equestrian nowadays. “It means I’m ready, you foolish old pony.” I said, scathingly. He frowned but did nothing else otherwise.

He marched me straight through a throne room. I nearly jumped out of my skin. I knew that throne room. Its official name was The Thrones of the Two Sisters. Although for a great thousand years it was occupied by only one of the divine sisters. With a pang in my heart I noticed how rundown the place looked. It was the relic of an bygone era. The once grand stained glass windows were smashed down, the red carpet torn and rugged, and the white tiles were stained with soot and ash. Gone was its royal grandeur. It looked like some rundown hovel which might have once been a decent hotel, instead of a throne room.

We passed through the throne room and and stopped at a balcony overlooking the entire city of Canterlot. Or what’s left of it. Not much left standing after the siege. A grand dragon lay on the half crushed ruins of the Wonderbolt racing course stands, eyeing me curiously. Dragon whelps milled around the ground and in the air, doing whatever it is that dragons do. There were griffons too, blending into the tapestry of chaos and destruction. There was also the entrance to a changeling hive, shown by the green webbing and the two burly changelings standing at attention.

This was the perfect mixed race society, formed from the collapse of another kingdom - a phoenix, risen from the death of Equestria. “See. Ponies prevented this - a land where species does not matter, only their agenda.” I turned to face the newcomer.

“...You.” I glared at the floating winged being. “I trusted you with my life. I gave you everything. You were nothing without me.” He chuckled, before landing and standing next to be. “Now you have me. Do what you must.” He gazed into my eyes, and, finding steel like resolve, nodded.

“Very well.” He floated upwards once again. “This is your execution, a process I’m sure you’re familiar with.” He smiled sadly. “It will be painful, that’s for sure. I’m sorry this has to happen. I truly am. But... all things come to an end, I suppose.” He lifted a giant sword that simply materialized in his hands. “Any last words?” He hefted his blade.

I stared him in the eyes. “...My name is Celestia, the last pony. And I will not go down without a fight.” My horn started glowing.