All the man ever wanted was a true utopia. He may have done it in a wrong way, but he was not expecting that to happen...
Around him was an orange warmth and a dark sky with a clean moon. The night had gone on for too long over his kingdom of one, atop the great mountain where his people once lived, but that did not worry him. Instead, the man meditated in the criss-cross form. He felt his body harden, become still, but he did not worry, for he could still see the sun with its magnificent orange beams over in the sunset and the dots that littered the sky. He also saw a now impure moon, but that did not bother him.
One day, the Sun had flown to his place atop the mountain in elegance, but felt somewhat displeased and distressed. The sun talked to him for some time in words he did not understand, tears in her eyes, but he did not worry. The Sun told the man several promises she would fulfill for what she had done, and what kind of kingdom she would build. The man accepted each promise internally. More talking occurred, but the man did not worry until Chaos itself was placed near him. Chaos, like him, was hardened in stone, alleviating his worries. Chaos, too, spoke to the man after the Sun left. He spoke of things that he wished would've gone different between the races of the world, but admitted that even he cannot change the past nor revive those lost. He listened, but did not care. Chaos also told the man the names of the Sun and Moon, Celestia and Luna, but did not bother mentioning his name. The man did not care for their names. Then Chaos asked the man questions.
"Why are you still here among us?" and "How can you be so calm about what happened to our peoples?" seemed to be his favorite questions, to which the man did not reply. Chaos then began to spout many things of what Chaos' kingdom would be, asking, "What was your kingdom like?" He asked this for decades before the man gave in.
"What Kingdom?"
Chaos didn't answer, and only started to babble on what he wanted.
"If only I was free once more," he started plainly, but his voice then elevated, "then I would be able to have those ponies swear their fealty to the true king of Equestria, Discord!"
The man was silent after that, tuning out the mad speech of 'Discord'. The man then focused on what he could see, which included the Sun and some small, similar shaped, beings flying in the sky. They seemed happy, but that made the man feel something within that was like hatred, but colder.
Time passed, the man watching the sun rise and fall while the Sun and her followers built upon my kingdom of one in our style. This pleased the man, but then the followers started questioning what the man was. Although the man was not worried, it seemed the Sun was. The Sun lied to the followers, saying the man was just decoration and that Chaos was truly captured. The man did not worry, but did wonder why the Sun would lie to her faithful followers. The man was displeased.
Decades passed, the man no longer able to see the sunset through the hedges. Although the hedges were short, they were tall enough the impair the meditating man's vision of the one thing he liked to watch with his eyes. He had worries, but they died down shortly thereafter because, then, he was able to speak to a new friend. Unlike Chaos, who only complained of being stuck watching his enemy raise and lower celestial objects that should be his, the friend was a old soldier who had been accused of treason. Of course, a few years later, it turned out he was innocent, but no one could get him out, for it was the combination of the Sun and the Jewels that entrapped him in stone. The man comforted the soldier, who in return told stories of great accomplishments and tales of adventure. This pleased the man, but gave him a worry. He worried that his friend would be trapped forever. He and the soldier felt the Sun was to blame.
For hundreds of years, the man tried to move from his spot to help his new friend, but he had lost the ability to move in his meditations. Happily though, he had figured out how to talk to those passing by him, but sadly, he was at the end of the garden. He was visited a few times, but every time he tried to speak, the well-dressed citizens ran in fear. This worried the man, but he felt better knowing that he had learned something not even Chaos had known yet.
Then, suddenly, he heard Chaos escaping after a school of small horses arrived. Chaos offered the man freedom, but the man rejected, for the man did not feel ready yet, or rather, that the kingdom was not ready. The soldier was silent, so I suspect that Chaos freed him too. Now the man was truly alone.
The man began to look to the moon again, noticing that it was pure once-more and the sky was once again bright. The man watched the moon until the sun came back and visa-versa for years. He stared until he felt the coldest breeze he had ever experienced. He felt the bodily casing he was in start to crack, but the man did not worry.
A year passes, and the man sees the kingdom that was taken from him attacked by an outside source. He worried for a while, but lost those worries after watching the attack fail miserably. If only things went like this for him...
Chaos spoke the man. Chaos sounded happier, telling the man of the joys of the new kingdom with him being Duke Discord and the amount of wars he had conducted and won to gain land, but shut up after the man started to make sounds that sounded like chortles. Chaos asked why the man was laughing, but no reply was given. The Sun then flew in next to Chaos, looking at the man. The Sun said many nice things to Chaos and to the man before the both of them flew off, but talked in a way the man knew. The man began to worry.
The Sun and Moon talked to the man for years, but that only deepened the man's worries and the cracks in his stone body. The man began to worry that his existence was, itself, bad, for the Sun and Moon could only cry around him now, but he had to exist. They asked the man to be with them and stop contemplating his plan.
Eons pass, the cracks widened. They widened until the man could not worry any longer. He walked to the Sun and Moon, clad in armor, and spoke to them in ways that drove them to plead for forgiveness. They begged for hours for the man to forgive them for killing his people because they were different. They spoke of what they had done to rectify their past sins, showing the man pictures of the new and kind world of ponies and griffons living together. But the man did not care. No matter what they did, no matter how much time they had to perfect the art of persuasion and loving lies, cover-ups and false history, they could not stop the man who had been alone for eons, only a madman to accompany him.
They begged for hours, telling how they had almost fulfilled the promises, but the man disregarded them, and stabbed his sword into himself. The man then became stiff once more and lost all worries again, but did not become stone...
The King of Humanity had died, just like his people, but he had a curse that had been upon his own life. It was him just being alive that stopped the spell. All his contemplation had gone to this one action that would decide which kingdom would survive. He decided that the Sun and Moon had not created a perfect world like they promised when they first fought. Because of their breaking of the promise of building a true, evil-proof, utopia without hunger or strife; the sun and moon in the sky became one, and within hours, billions of the bones of a dead kingdom around the world assembled slowly and sadly to retake the land of which they had their blood shed on. If the man could have seen it, the Utopia of which he dreamed, he would have been pleased...