Magi Chronicles: Fires of Equestria

by Xeadin


Chapter 2 -- Impact

Out of the still darkness, a small vessel arced across the starry background towards a large planet. Panels and instruments hummed as clusters of information scrolled across several monitors. Next to the control panels, a single capsule contained a solitary being—a being with frail skin, black mottled hair, long ears and a dark red shirt. It was the same figure that had escaped from the invading Rygoliths. The being’s eyes were closed, and the vessel continued to float along in the emptiness.

The lights in the control panel dimmed except for one. The whole room began to glow with a faint red light, and an electronic voice echoed through the vessel. “Attention—Destination threshold.” This message repeated itself every several seconds for about a minute. The being opened its eyes and popped open the capsule door. It stretched its arms and legs and pushed itself across the vessel with weightless effort. As it had approached the console, it tapped onto a holographic keyboard, and the control panels brightened once again. “Orbital trajectory mapped. Calculating cargo release point.” The being then left the console and went back in to the capsule. “Release point calculated. Positioning vessel to trajectory path.”

At this point, the being had begun to swing open the door to the capsule, when suddenly a warning alarm blared and a red strobe lit up the room. “Warning. Navigation systems failure. Recalculating trajectory path.”

“What…?” he said to himself, before the voice spoke once again. “Warning. Propulsion systems failure. Unable to reposition orbit. Imminent contact with atmosphere—two minutes.” He frantically made an attempt to dash to the console when he heard a loud moaning all around him. “Warning. Hull integrity compromised. Life Support systems damaged and offline. Imminent contact with atmosphere—one minute and forty five seconds.”

The metal supports to the vessel had violently vibrated to the point where a piece of the outer shell had chipped off. The next moment was an astronaut’s nightmare. Before the violent maelstrom, the being had conjured up an aura of light around itself—no sounds were heard within the aura bubble. The next moment, he saw the vessel open up before him and split in half from the tremendous vacuum of the darkness. This force had pushed him straight towards the planet—twirling and spiraling weightlessly as the landmasses became more and more defined, until everything around him became bright. The chaos slowly faded away and the memory of an old excerpt from a study came to his mind. It was the only thing that came to his mind:

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As I stand in the light of the golden sun, I look over the expanse of space itself towards the event horizon. The Precursors were hard at work fulfilling their duties and filling the worlds with life. I have spent many millennia cherishing the worlds and fighting back the darkness that has plagued the outskirts of the universe. Out of all possible odds, the Precursors have given meaning to the purpose of life, which had imbued me with great motivation.

Among these clusters of worlds, one stood out greatly—a seemingly isolated band of worlds with one that had struck me with odd curiosity. Why did the Precursors create such a world? What was its purpose? I then realized that they had made it as a point of peace and rest. It was a world basked with life, and a civilization that was similar to the humans. What had stunned me the most was that they did not look anything like humans. I did not expect such a race of beings would accomplish so much with nothing but themselves and their ability to wield a magical force independent of the Elements.

So it was that the great guardians of the strange world took on the superior roles of the governors of their own balance of light and dark. It was delightful to hear that they had an individual who had been studying about our worlds and our powers. He had been known by his people as Starswirl the Bearded. I had encountered Starswirl on few, very brief occasions, but it was he who had gave me the most motivation to continue supporting the worlds from their foundations.

Then, there came the worst of my fears—the overdependence on the study of the worlds had led to the balance of light and dark go unchecked. The fabric of space itself began to unfold and destroy many of the outer worlds. I had attempted to hold the imbalance at bay, but my grasp upon the elements was not enough. It was so that a drop of my essence was delivered to the strange world, and I had made the choice to surrender the deepest of my powers to put an end to the elemental maelstrom…

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Closer and closer, the ground came into view. The boy did not struggle, nor did he stir. The ground still came closer, and all of the landscape and terrain was soon to be noticeable. It was only mere moments before the lone figure touched the ground-- forcing the light that enveloped him to swell outwards like a bubble. It cushioned his landing, and the bubble swelled beyond its limits until it burst into a fantastic array of swirling energy and dancing lights. The released energy only lasted a few moments before fading out into the darkness. Peace entered the boy's ears—the natural world around him was the last thing to pierce through to him before he faded into a state of unconsciousness. He had only to close his eyes…


Celestia, Luna, Twilight, and a few others appeared at the upper balcony of the hall. Twilight's friends recalled earlier events and shared silly memories with each other. Luna, who continued to listen to the conversations, fixated her gaze at the stars, and noticed peculiar movement amongst the night sky.

“This was probably one of the best gatherings I have been to. You all deserve much praise for putting this together.” Celestia glanced over towards her sister. “Wouldn’t you agree…?” She picked up on Luna’s curiosity and looked up to see what she was so engrossed by. The others had done the same.

A single white dot floated across the sky, quickly gaining speed, as the dot became more and more profound. It streaked across the sky within a few seconds and disappeared beyond the horizon—the last glare of the sun was only a mere pale glow against the dark background. A brief flash of light arced beyond the mountaintops; then, it faded as quickly as it had appeared.

Celestia stood in puzzlement as her sister stood idly by. “It seems like it may have been a shooting star, of some sort.”

Luna shook her head. “No. Stars would not behave like that. I have a feeling this may be something incredibly new.”

“You have a way of perceiving things in a strange way.” Celestia turned around to face the group. “Twilight, would you and your friends like to come escort us?”

Twilight Sparkle held a stern look. “Of course! Anything for you, princess!” The others nodded in agreement.


Within weeks, the capitol province of Marcovi had fallen under the control of the aggressors They stormed through the entire complex of the ancient towers, only to return empty-handed. A small squadron had approached the clan leader. The figure wore brighter armor than the rest and only had half a helmet. One of the squadron members knelt before the leader. “Isara, he is not here. We have searched everywhere.”

The clan leader glared at the other in disgust. “What? How could that be possible?” Her raspy voice echoed across the street block. She smashed a clenched fist onto a standing pillar and shattered the top into pieces. ”Without him, we cannot get to the stones!”

Sensing the leader’s distress, another one of the squadron members stood forth. “It is possible he may have gone off-world. My tracker team has just discovered an elemental trail that leads out of the planet’s atmosphere.”

The leader glanced up to the individual who had spoken. “Off-world?” She beckoned the individual to step forth. “You and your trackers shall come with me.” The individual held an arm up to his chest and bowed to the leader. “Everyone else—stay and keep the city under our grasp.” With the final command, the rest of the squadron vacated the block in several directions. The leader and her squadron tracker proceeded towards the ship that had been hidden from plain view.