by Jabazor

Meetings and Greetings and How-do-ya-dos

The day the monster arose was a chilly but peaceful night. No pony was out to see him rise, as the ponies were covered in heavy blankets, and the woodland animals had all gone to slumber in their quiet holes and tall trees. This was the peace that all in Equestria had longed for. This peace often existed, but it had its disruptions. None can hope to maintain peace for all eternity, and if peace lasts too long, the living beings of the world will lose their ability to rise up and go against intolerable action. All would succumb to any power and fall for any fallacy. Perhaps, sometimes, it is good that something goes ahead and wakes everypony up with a good jolt of terror so that they can be reminded that bad times are possible.

The monster awoke many feet under the ground. As soon as he had gained consciousness, he immediately knew where he was. He questioned laying there, starving himself to death or letting himself die of suffocation or letting the dirt fill his lungs. But he had remained under for so long without any of these things happening anyways, so he deemed them impossible deaths for himself. With that thought, with a massive effort, he thrust his arms forward past the dirt, moving the earth around him, and he began to dig his way up, pushing dirt to the side of himself and, eventually, breaking his claws past Earth's surface.

Immediately the monster noticed a change as he rose above. Looking around curiously, he no longer saw fog and blackness and other wild monsters roaming about, but the world seemed lighter and the other monsters were gone and all was open to be seen in its magnificence. The monster, in his time, never knew such beauties. When he used to sit by trees, they creaked and cracked and turned grey, seemingly putting on hundreds of years of age in less than a day. But now the trees stood strong and almost seemed to welcome him. The many flowers about used to wilt and droop and lose their colors as he got closer to them. But now they stood strong and their colors, even in the night, were more radiant than he could have thought possible. After what seemed like so long, the monster finally saw joy again.

Beyond the trees he saw the town of Ponyville, even though he was very far away from the town. One of the abilities the monster had was to see farther than any he had known in his lifetime. The monster, knowing that ponies would be in the town, looked up and saw the mountain as it loomed over him. He thought to himself If that mountain fell, perhaps that would be enough to kill me. But then the monster turned around and saw the beauty of the forest again, the last time hw would truly take it in today. Oh my. It would also kill these beautiful parts of this forest as well. That doesn't do anything any good, now does it? With that final thought, the monster ascended the mountain with ease. Too any other, walking up the mountain would have been quite the task, but the monster did it with ease.

As he climbed to the top, he found himself faced with a huge cave. The monster, as he entered, thought to himself, This looks fit and cozy for a large dragon. In fact, one seems to have been here, but he must have left or died. Various gems and golden coins scatter the ground, but there is no large heap. Here a diamond lies in the wall, perhaps from the dragon's movement in his cave, forcing such gems, with his movement, into the cave wall. Here coins lay scattered about like crumbs. A dragon's lair indeed, but no dragon I have ever known would voluntarily leave a cave, even to find a new one, after his treasure was accumulated. The monster gathered, in his mind, the fact that treasure had accumulated at one central point in the back of the cave. Many golden coins and gems lay in what could almost be called a heap. The pile was certainly bigger and more collected than any other place where coins were in the cave.

The monster had faced dragons before, some seemingly ten times larger than himself, but he always came out the victor without any injury done to himself except maybe some burned fur and, at the very worst, a gash somewhere on his body. But he did not even feel the pain of such wounds. The ony real pain he felt was emotional pain and pain from a long period of hunger. But those could not kill him. The monster often considered himself invincible, even though he did not want to be. He had let himself take serious wounds before, but there was no pain and he healed from even the largest wounds seemingly over night. When he threw himself off the mountain, he did it thinking that the worst that would come to him was probably a sore body after he got up from the fall and started walking again. He was, in fact, surprised when he woke up under ground and even more surprised when he figured out that he had been in a coma after he got up and saw all of the changes that only time could have brought. The monster thought that he would have not suffered so bad an injury as to be in a coma.

One of the changes he considered a spectacle was the light of everything. Even the cave, with only moonlight left to shine in it, seemed brighter than the brightest day back before his fall, and the cave was, to most who ever saw inside of it at night, which were few, seemed almost pitch black, even during the daytime. The monster had adapted the ability to see in the dark back in his day, and he was aware that the cave was, in fact, so dark that one, even with a lantern in hoof, could only see a few feet in front of themselves. But the monster sensed a kindness in the place, like he sensed in the forest, that he rarely knew before he fell. If the monster were to live in this cave for the time being, he decided that he would do it at the beginning of the cave. For reasons he did not know, that is where the kindness seemed at its strongest to him.

So the monster, with his hard skin, soon was on his back with his eyes closed on the rocky ground of the cave. The only sound, beside the wind, was his hunger making itself obvious. The monster then had a terrible thought. In my day, most of the woodland creatures were wretched things, like myself, but in this day and age, the creatures may be much more beautiful and kind and happy. The monster's stomach growled again. I have not felt so happy in a long, long time. Perhaps never before. My years as a monster have not been good to me, though. I could probably live the rest of my life without food, but I would be in eternal agony, seeing as to how I can not die and the pain from that hunger woud eventually be impossible to describe. So that is how it is, I suppose: I shall kill other animals and eat them to, hopefully, keep living out the joy I have recently experienced. But perhaps that joy and the beauty of this area will fade if I do so. But certainly some of these animals in the wood are carnivores, so death must happen, right? The monster couldn't stop thinking of the situation and had a troubled sleep.