Twilight was stunned by what she had just been told. When she had asked where Celestia knew humans from she had not expected to find out that her mentor had once been one. What’s more, she had been unprepared to learn just how the world she lived in came to be. She sat on her rump staring at Celestia who waited patiently for her to organize her thoughts. It took a while, but eventually Twilight was able to make words come out of her mouth.
“Is all that true Princess?” she asked knowing that Celestia would never lie to her.
“I am afraid it is Twilight.” The white alicorn bowed her head looking ashamed. “I have hidden this from ponykind for so many years. I was afraid of what would happen if everypony learned of this. It has been such a burden all these years and it feels like a heavy weight off my shoulders to tell you. I trust you Twilight, and know that you won't go spreading this information. That is why I can trust you with this secret.”
“Ha.” The laugh caught both Celestia and Twilight off guard and they turned to its origin. Against the wall Apollo stood eating an apple, and looking thoroughly amused. “You told her because you knew that eventually she would find out, and you wanted it to be from you.” He took another bite, and then chucked the core to the back of the throne room.
“Do you have to always intrude on others private conversations?” Celestia asked rising from her throne.
“That is like asking if you always have to raise the sun in the morning, which by the way you wouldn’t have to do if we followed my original design,” he countered.
“Princess who is this?” Twilight asked as she moved alongside her mentor.
“This is…”
“My name is Apollo, and it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” He moved away from the wall and proceeded over to the two ponies standing near the throne.
“That same one from the story I assume.” To her credit Twilight didn’t back away from him.
“The one and only,” he confirmed.
Celestia took a step in front of Twilight shielding her from the man. “What have you done with the human?”
“Oh him? I am sure that he will make his way back to you in no time so don’t worry about that. What I would rather talk about is Twilight here. I assume that she is the one that summoned the human to the world. Well I guess I don’t have to assume do I? Or guess for that matter.” A smile found its way to his lips. “Tell me young mare what frequency did you attune the spell to in order to reach that planet?”
“91.7623 Arcanohertz.” Twilight answered, but quickly placed a hoof to her lips.
“Interesting.” Apollo placed a hand to his hand to his chin and contemplated the information.
“You will not harass my student.” Celestia informed him as she drew herself to her full height.
“I wouldn’t dream of it. You always were so protective of your ponies. It has driven you to do some very… extreme things in the past.” His smile vanished instantly. “You should ask her about the parts she left out,” he said once again turning to Twilight.
“What did I just say?” Celestia placed a wing between the two.
“You will not harass my student.” Apollo’s impersonation of Celestia was dead-on. “Moving forwards. I was hoping to find out if you have been keeping the elements of harmony safe.”
“They are in the safest place possible. Why would you bring up the elements?”
“No reason really. Recent events have just gotten me worried about the state of the world and what not. I know that seems really out of character for me, but I had a hand in shaping things,” Apollo explained.
“I find that incredibly unlikely,” Celestia deadpanned.
“Well we did get the Elements of Harmony to you in the first place so you can’t truly say that I don’t care can you?” he countered.
“You were the one that gave the elements to the princess?” Twilight asked moving out from behind Celestia.
“Not me exactly, but I had a role in it,” he answered garnering a glare from the white alicorn.
Silence fell over the throne room, as the three standing in it didn’t know what to say next. Apollo had gotten all of the information that he had come for so he didn’t have anything else to say. Celestia hated talking to him so she wasn’t about to start up the conversation either. Twilight was afraid of the repercussions of ignoring her mentor and engaging the ancient being. They were thankfully saved as another decided to enter the throne room.
All eyes turned to Luna as she strode into the throne room, and stopped in her tracks. Twilight was the only one unable to hear her swear under her breath as she caught sight of Apollo standing in the middle of the room. She rolled her eyes and walked over to the group in the middle of the room.
“Another visit from you, and so soon after your last. What special occasion is there to warrant this?” Luna addressed the cloaked figure.
“He has taken the human to some undisclosed location,” Celestia answered for him.
“Only temporarily I assure you,” Apollo defended.
“Temporarily from you can have several meanings. You could mean that you will only be in possession of him for a short time before he expires. You could mean that you gave him to somepony else. You could mean that he will only temporarily be human, and the next time we see him he could be a chicken or something.” Luna never took her eyes off him as she spoke.
“You know me so well Luna, but in this case your mistrust is not warranted. He will be back in this throne room in a matter of hours I promise.”
“I will hold you to that,” Luna said as she turned away from him so that she could address her sister. “I came to tell you that it was time for us to lower the sun.”
“Thank you, I believe that it is time that we get going then.” Celestia turned and gave Apollo another glare.
“I get it. I get it. I know when I am not wanted,” he began to walk to the doors of the throne room, but stopped abruptly. “I just remembered something else I wanted to ask your student about.”
Celestia rolled her eyes, but allowed Twilight to walk over to him. Twilight was hesitant as she stepped past the white alicorn, but picked up her pace so that she could get this over with quickly. Apollo didn’t seem particularly respectful of Celestia, but they were peers of a kind so he may not have had the same reverence for her that she did. Something about him just did not sit well with Twilight, but she couldn’t quite place it.
“What did you want to know?” Twilight asked as she stopped to look up at him.
“I heard that you can teleport. Is that true?” he said looking down at her.
“Yes, I can teleport. What of it?” Twilight wasn’t exactly sure where this was going.
“Did you know that in the history of this universe there have only ever been two being capable of teleportation? With the inclusion of you I suppose that would make three. I just find that tidbit of information to be very interesting.” Apollo smiled at Twilight and then turned to make his exit. “You might want to cook up a good amount of meat. I have a feeling that you will have a very angry dragon pay you a visit soon.” With that he turned to smoke and was gone.
Twilight turned back to Celestia to ask her about what he meant, but found that Celestia was talking in a hushed tone to her sister. Not wanting to interrupt Twilight quietly made her way out of the throne room so that she could go find Rarity. She had been speaking with the princess for several hours, and hadn’t seen Rarity since this morning. She hoped that her friend and her sisters were having a nice stay in Canterlot.
Thinking about the three unicorns tickled something in the back of Twilight’s mind. It was like the same feeling that she got when she was looking at Apollo. She couldn’t exactly place what the feeling was, but she knew that it wasn’t something good. She shrugged it off, and continued to walk towards the room she knew Rarity was staying in.
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Nighttime did not suit the library very well. For one the aisles were dimly lit by the lamplight that beamed from the walls. The ancient lanterns were magically enchanted to shine with enough light to read by, but the years had not been gentle to them. Now, one could barely make out the title of a book without a light source of their own. Luckily, Pristine had such a light as she scoured the various shelves for the book she was trying to find.
She had spent hours in the library searching for anything that had to do with this Porosis figure, but so far she had found nothing. She wished that she could be out playing with the other unicorn filly that she had come to Canterlot with, but her sister told her that she needed to stay here and continue looking.
Searching through the books and finding nothing felt to Pristine like waiting for something to happen, and you never knew if it would or not. Pristine didn’t mind waiting. She had waited a very long time for things while she was a statue. This was actually the first time that she had ever been allowed to walk around on her own, and she loved every second of it.
Apathy said that she could play as much as she wanted as long as she found something. Pristine really wanted to go play, but just being alive was enough for her. She had spent years running around in their mind, but nothing could compare to the feelings of the book covers in her hooves or the smell of the old pages.
A small part of her was sad that her sister had never known the feelings that she was experiencing like she had. Bre had never walked around on her own, but she seemed happy that Pristine was able to. Bre had always taken care of her so well, and made sure that she hadn’t lost herself over the endless centuries. When they were first turned to stone there had been twenty-three of them. Now only five remained.
She used to have ponies her own age to play with, but they all disappeared one after another. Prisitne didn’t think that she would still be her if her sister hadn’t helped her out. She wanted to find a way to make sure that Bre would be able to walk around in the real world, and have the same exhilarating feeling that she did. First though, she would need to find a book on this guy.
Pristine was beginning to get frustrated since this was the very last bookshelf in the library, and it also didn’t have anything on this pony. It had taken her nearly two days, but she had eventually searched every single shelf in the library, and nothing even remotely close to what she was looking for could be found.
“What is the problem, Pris?”
“It is nothing, A I will find it.”
“You had better or else we will have to take over.”
Pristine’s breath quickened when she thought of being shoved back into her mind and not being able to walk around anymore. She knew that she had loved being able to have a body, but now that A was threatening it she was beginning to grow worried. Would she ever be able to come out again if A took this away from her right now?
Pristine ran back to the first bookshelf that she had checked since she came to the library. It sat in the front, and contained an assortment of children’s books. She knew that it was pointless to try and find the book she was looking for here, but she searched anyways. As she looked over the very last book on the shelf her heart sank.
She quickly dashed to the next shelf in line, which held more books for young foals. Her search once again bore no fruit, and she continued to move down the line. One after another she was once again greeted with disappointment as the shelves held nothing for her to bring back to A. When the hopelessness finally set in she did the only thing that a foal her age could do. She began to cry.
Her tears hit the floor of the dark and dank library, and she sniffed softly. This was the first time that she had actually cried, and now she could see why Spite hated it so much. Spite had told her that if she ever cried then it was admitting defeat. Right now Pris could not argue with that. She sat in the aisle of the library completely defeated, and she knew that soon she would no longer be able to walk around on her own.
In mere moments Apathy would see that she had failed, and take away her body from her. Pris would once again be thrown back into their collective mind where she would probably remain for years before she ever had another opportunity to live again. A life in that mind could not be considered a real life. Even with Bre trying to keep her sane Pris doubted that she would be able to keep it together after experiencing the real world.
The sound of hoofsteps brought Pris out of her thoughts and back to reality. She looked up to see an old red unicorn looking down at her. She wiped a tear away from her eye and picked herself up off the ground. She realized that she had seen this stallion before. He was the librarian of the library. She didn’t know why he was at the library so late at night.
“What are you doing in here so late at night child?” he asked as she got to her hooves.
“I was looking for a book, but I can’t find it.” Pristine wiped a tear from her eyes.
“Well it’s no wonder that you can’t find anything. You can hardly see by this light. Come on I will take you back to your room.” Quick Wit moved to escort her out of the library, but she pulled away.
“No! I can’t leave. I have to find it or I will be in big trouble.” Quick Wit was not unaccustomed to dealing with small children, and it was his experience that if a child didn’t get something they really wanted they were prone to throw fits. He definitely didn’t want to deal with a tantrum this late at night, and all by himself, so he decided that it would be best if he tried to help out the young filly.
“I am the librarian so I would probably be able to find any book that you are looking for. Just tell me what it is about, and I can get it for you lickity split. Then we can return you to your room and nopony will get in trouble.”
“I don’t know the name of it, but it is about some pony named Porosis. I have looked through all of the bookshelves in the library and I can’t find anything.” Pristine’s eyes began to water again.
“I can’t say that I have ever heard of this Porosis character, but this is the most extensive library in all of Equestria. If there is a book about anything then it can be found here. If you couldn’t find it on any of the shelves then it is likely that it could be in the sealed archives.”
“Can you please show me?” Pristine begged.
“I am sorry, but you have to get special permission to access the sealed archives. Not just anypony can stroll in there. Those books are sealed away for a reason.”
“Is that so?” Pristine’s voice became deep, and her coat started to turn black. Wings sprouted from her sides and she began to grow rapidly. His mane hung limply to one side, and he stared straight into Quick Wit’s eyes. The elderly stallion looked absolutely horrified by what took place in front of him, but after a few moments the look of terror dissipated and was replaced by complacency.
“You will take me to the sealed archives.” Malitia commanded the librarian causing him to rouse from his stupor.
“Yes my Prince.” Quick Wit gave a bow and rushed back to his desk. Malitia lazily followed the frantic librarian who was trying to find his key to the archives as quickly as possible. He had memories of how horrible his prince could be when he did not receive what he wanted. He did not want to have his head mounted on a pike in front of the castle like so many ponies before him.
The key flew into the air as soon as the drawer it rested in was opened. Quick Wit turned to show his prince that he had the key, but Prince Malitia only looked bored. Boredom was not something that Quick Wit wanted his prince to be. He did very terrible things just to alleviate boredom.
The elderly stallion moved as quickly as his old bones would allow to the back of the library where the hidden passage to the sealed archives lay. He hit the wall with the magic key a little too hard, and the passage began to open. He turned back to see the black alicorn making his way over and bowed his head in subservience.
He remembered past times when he had met with the prince and how he dreaded ever upsetting him. He had once seen a mare sentenced to life in prison for dropping a cup of tea in his presence. Ever since that day he had gone out of his way to never set anything near the edge of a table. Now he bowed his head hoping that he would be spared his monarch’s wrath. He listened as the black alicorn stepped up beside him and peered into the stairwell.
Malitia began to descend the stairs without giving the librarian a second glance. He knew that once the red stallion was under his influence that he had nothing to fear from him. He had rewritten many of his memories in order to ensure his undying loyalty. The changes would last for many hours before the librarian would forget completely that he had ever met a black alicorn.
The wall began to close behind Malitia so he lit the torches that lined the staircase. The luminance was more than what had been in the open section of the library. The trip down the stairs was relatively short, and Malitia felt something pulling him to the books. The tug that he could feel in his mind was definitely magic, but he had idea where the source of the spell was.
He decided that he would follow the pull, and find where it would take him. The dark alicorn passed many shelves littered with ancient tomes dedicated to some dark art or rewritten history. He was not so naïve to believe everything that he had been told as a foal. Even if he had never actually lived as a foal himself.
He had the memories of growing up in many different eras, and he knew that none of those memories had actually been real. All the other ponies that he shared a body with had their own set of false memories, but he had all of them floating around in his mind. He remembered growing up with a sister and being both the younger and the older of the two. He knew that Apathy was not really a relative of his, but treated him as an older brother. He knew the horrible past that Spite remembered but never truly lived.
Being imprisoned in stone for centuries had caused these memories to become more and more vivid, and now they pressed on him all the time. Most of the ponies that had initially been with them since the breaking had gone mad and lost themselves to their own memories. Malitia had to endure all of their minds buzzing together, and he had nearly lost himself multiple times. It had been Apathy that had saved him on more than one occasion from himself, and for that he allowed her to call him brother.
Her real brother had lost himself to the madness, and she was unable to accept it. Contrary to her name she was a deeply emotional pony who needed an anchor to keep her together. That is what they were for each other. Each one anchored the other to reality and kept them sane. The same could be said for Pristine and Bre. Spite was the only one that remained alone, but she had her anger to keep her grounded. Finding something to keep you together had proven to be the most important part of their existence so far.
Malitia reached the last bookshelf where he felt the magic pulling him. The light in the room was dim enough for him to see a faint blue glow coming from one of the books on the top shelf. With his magic the dark alicorn pulled the book from its place and floated it in front of him. ‘Order and Chaos’ was its title, and he opened it so that he might read its secrets. It took only a few moments for Malitia to find exactly what he was looking for and a smile began to spread across his face. This would do just fine.
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I was tossed into the throne room, and was polite enough to open the doors for my captor with my head. Once again I was reunited with the floor who I hadn’t seen in at least a couple of hours. Oh floor we really must stop meeting like this. I struggled against my bindings in vain hoping that my impact against the massive wooden doors had loosened them. It had not.
I was immediately surrounded by guards who mistook my flying into the throne room for some kind of attack. At least they put some distance between me and the snarling woman that walked into the room behind me. I felt that it was safe to say that she was the angriest creature in the entire world. Her hair was made of green fire, and her hands were very sharp talons. I had been made aware of just how sharp they were during her interrogation.
I was grateful that my body had toughened a good amount since I had been dropped in this world. At least whatever it was that kept me from talking hadn’t lessened the other attributes that Apollo had made me aware of. It seemed that while I was here I would live for a very very long time and I would also be stronger than most anything.
I was made aware of just how strong a body I would need as Empress tossed me around her throne room when she found me intruding. I hadn’t even gotten a chance to explain why I was trespassing before my body left a deep crater in one of the walls. After a thorough interrogation I had been bound and brought back to Canterlot.
Luna seemed a little distressed to find me lying on the ground in front of her trussed up like a turkey, but she moved past it to the fuming dragon lady behind me. I was not sure if Empress could ever become less angry or if she could only ever get angrier. Since finding me she had been gradually building herself up to a point where I thought that her head would simply explode and kill us all. Instead her flaming hair just burned brighter and brighter until it was almost white.
“Empress what is the meaning of this?” Luna demanded. The guards took a hesitant step back, which was a very good idea on their part.
“I found this human in my throne room! I thought that I told you and your sister to deal with this problem not move it to my domain!” Empress took a step toward the blue alicorn, and her guards immediately sprang between them. Even in Equestria it seemed that ponies were willing to die for their causes.
Luna turned and looked down at me. Undoubtedly I was not a very pleasant sight. I had multiple lacerations across my chest and back as well as many bruises. Luna seemed to note my pain before she turned back to the Queen of Dragons.
“He was taken away from the castle, and we have not seen him since. It would seem that Apollo was right in knowing that you would bring him back. Though I doubt he expected you to torture him first.” Luna’s horn glowed and my bonds snapped. It took me a moment to get to my feet but eventually I managed it. I quickly got behind Luna like a child hiding behind its mother from a monster. By every definition of the word I believed that Empress was in fact a monster.
“I did not torture the human. I merely demonstrated the risk that comes with entering a dragon’s territory. Had he been found by any of my kin he no doubt would not have survived.”
Apparently she thought of herself as a philanthropist. That could not be further from the truth, but I was not exactly brave enough to point that out. Luna wisely also didn’t contradict her on the matter.
“Well you have returned him and for that I thank you. Now if you would be so kind as to take your leave…”
“I will do no such thing before I talk with your sister. She has to answer for allowing this invasion on my lands.” Empress’ hair began to grow brighter. I was surprised that she was able to keep her voice even.
“My sister is resting from an exhausting day. If you wish to speak with her then you will have to come back at morning.” Luna kept her stoic expression from slipping though I doubt that she wasn’t very annoyed.
“You will wake her now!” Empress screamed causing me to leap back some more. It seemed that I was the only one in the room cowardly enough to jump away like a little girl. Then again I was the only one in the room that Empress had taken the time to extract information from in the most painful way she could find.
“I will not wake my sister for your convenience. I have been courteous so far about your reckless harm of a creature under Equestrian protection, but if you demand further from me I will pursue this matter. Now leave my castle, and do not return until you can be civil,” Luna said causing the Dragon Queen to stop her ranting.
Empress took a long breath, and for a moment I thought that she would leap at the alicorn and a massive battle would break out. Eventually, she turned and walked from the room. On her way out her tail snapped against one of the massive doors and shook it off its hinges. The wood crashed to the ground and many of the guards had to dive out of the way to avoid being crushed under it. If she could do something like that with a flick of her tail then she must really have been taking it easy on me.
The sound of her leaping through an expensive window signaled that she had finally left the castle, and caused me to sink to my knees. My day had been thoroughly exhausting, and it was good for it to finally be at an end. At least I was hoping that more awful things wouldn’t happen between now and the time that I would get to sleep in my bed.
Luna bent down and examined my injuries further. I could tell that she really did not like Empress, but she probably wasn’t able to do anything about it because of politics. If there was one thing that I knew that I shouldn’t think about it was politics. Back in my own world the way that the government ran was confusing enough, and I didn’t need to learn a whole new set of rules.
“Do you need a doctor to take a look at those?” the princess asked me motioning to the cuts across my chest. The lacerations were healing quickly, and were almost completely closed. I figured that given another hour or two they would be completely gone, though I might have a scar or two. I shook my head, but Luna’s troubled expression did not leave her face.
“Are you sure?” I got to my feet a lot easier this time and waved her off. I knew that she was only being sympathetic, and that seeing a doctor might be very helpful. Still, I felt hesitant about having medical ponies try and figure out anything about me.
I slowly made my way to the one remaining door that stood in the archway, and almost fell. Man I felt weak. Luckily the princess was kind enough to catch me, and push her body next to mine for support. Had she been a human woman then I might have felt awkward, but as it was I was grateful for the assistance.
We slowly made our way through the halls back towards my room that I had been given to stay in. A troop of guards followed us step for step never getting too close, but also never letting the princess be more than a second away. They must have lived their whole lives learning exactly how to walk behind the royalty.
“I am sorry for how you were treated,” Luna said and I could hear the sincerity in her voice. I was also very sorry for the way that I had been treated while in the custody of the draconian empire.
When I had first been told about this world, and came to see it first hand the entire country seemed too utopian. I could not believe that such a place exist that many of the vices that we have to live with day to day do not exist here. That was not entirely true. The vices exist in this world just as they do in any civilization, but here in Equestria they don’t seem to be over indulged.
At first it was almost frightening how good all the ponies seemed to be towards one another, but now that I had been told the past of this world I could understand it. The ponies had been created by their rulers, and watched over through their entire history. I wonder how humanity would have turned out if our creator sat on a throne, and handed out commandments directly to us.
Philosophy is not one of my strong suits so such a world was out of my mental grasp. I do think that there would be a lot more order if such a thing had occurred. Harmony is what I had been told defeated the greatest threats that Equestria ever faced, and harmony is exactly what sat at the center of the society. The ponies in Equestria didn’t all get along perfectly, but they were tolerant enough of each other’s differences. They accepted one another and learned to live in harmony with each other.
Draconia on the other hand was far different from Equestria. The parts that I had seen while I was being hauled back to Canterlot made me cringe. The dragons fought each other for no reason other than to fight. They seemed to live just to prove who was the strongest amongst them, and would try to crush all opposition under foot. I had read of such barbarism in history books, and those cultures always came to a violent end.
The dragon empire had existed for thousands of years though, and the dragons themselves lived for hundreds of years. With such life spans it is not surprising that their culture would be so unchanging. Draconia bordered Equestria yet their citizens were so different. I couldn’t help but wonder what the princesses had to do in the past to keep the peace. Had they themselves fought off foes to keep their country safe? Had Equestria ever seen war?
The door to my room was still ajar, and we entered easily enough. Luna had remained quiet for the remainder of the journey allowing me to lose myself in thought. This was a time that I was glad of my ability to lose myself as it dulled the pain. Getting into the soft bed was very easy, and I fell onto the mattress hard. Luna took a long look at me before she left closing the door behind her.
I didn’t even have time to take off my shoes as sleep came to me. If I had ever been glad to lose myself in blackness it was now. The morning was quickly approaching, but I felt that I would be sleeping in for a while tonight. Whatever adventure tomorrow would bring would have to wait a couple of hours.
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The hidden passage to the catacombs beneath the Canterlot castle was difficult to find, but with the book leading him Malitia had little trouble. Just as had been described the gems that protruded from the walls were dazzling. The book had told of many ponies that had wasted their lives away trying to extracts the rare stones from the walls and hoard them in their homes.
Malitia could admit that there were in fact beautiful, but he didn’t want to possess them. He didn’t see the point in taking rare things into his possession when he could simply create them or confiscate them whenever he wished. Some ponies in Equestria were absolutely consumed with material desire, and it stopped them from ascending higher. These were the things that he wished to free ponykind from in the future. First however, he would need to free Porosis so that is debt to Discord would be complete.
Apollo had given up that freeing Porosis would eventually lead to Discord being set free so all he needed to do was topple the first domino. The only light that Malitia could see as he walked the dark tunnels were the reflection of his magic light off of the shining surfaces that speckled the walls. He had memories of visiting a carnival far in the past where he had gotten lost in a house of mirrors.
The cave had far less twists and turns than the mirror house had, but it was also far larger. The book that he levitated in front of him shed little light on the exact whereabouts of the captive he had come to save. All he had been able to glean was a vague description of what he looked like, and that he was hidden away deep in the cave.
The only thing that he could do was continue onwards and hope that he would not accidentally pass him by. Porosis carefully made his way forwards being wary of traps that may lie ahead. This was a dark place and nopony knew that he was down here so were he to fall into some hidden trap he would never be found. It was inconceivable that a pony as powerful as he was would fall victim to some ancient device, and be left helpless in the dark, but he didn’t want to take any chances.
As he rounded a corner he caught a flash of light reflect off a gem deeper into the cave. The flash had been red which contrasted with his blue light. He knew that he was drawing nearer. Malatia picked up his pace as he made his way toward where he had seen the light coming from. A few minutes later he had reached his destination, and before him stood a winged zebra made entirely out of diamonds.
No, he was not made out of diamonds, but had instead been turned into one solid gem. This is what had happened in the final battle against Discord, or at least that is what the book he had informed him. Porosis had been one of the old gods that ruled over the world, and Discord had done this to him. He wasn’t aware of what had caused the two eldritch beings to wage war against one another, but if he had been more thorough in his reading he would know the full repercussions of unleashing Porosis once again upon the world. The only information that he had pulled from the book had been towards the end, and told of how the winged zebra had landed himself in this state.
Malitia didn’t waste any time as he began to etch the runes necessary to break the spell into the ground around the glowing red diamond. The light that was given off was meant to be a warning to the danger that was trapped here, but it went ignored. The black alicorn was far too focused on his task to worry about a potential evil that he may be unleashing.
The book had given very specific details of how exactly the final battle had gone. It was also helpful in describing the exact spell was cast upon Porosis, and from that any half intelligent mage could create a counter spell. Celestia had been wise to hide this information away from the general populace, but perhaps she should have taken more precaution.
It had been millennia since anypony in the world had even heard the name Porosis, and all context of him had been thoroughly expunged from the histories. Celestia herself had probably nearly forgotten all about the evil being locked away in her basement.
Malitia finished the last of the runes that he needed in order to break the sealing spell. Everything was exactly in place, and the rest of the ritual would be easy. It would take all of his magical strength in order to break the spell, and he figured that Apollo had been right in saying he would be unable to free Discord. He didn’t know how strong the spell that the Elements of Harmony had put on the draconequus, but seeing how this one was millennia old and he would need all his power to break it he doubted that he would have been able to free Discord at this time.
Malitia stepped away from the imprisoned god and began to chant the words required to break the spell. At first nothing happened, but one at a time the runes on the ground began to glow violet. In a matter of seconds they were all lit and pulsing with energy. The light in the cavern grew brighter and brighter until it was almost blinding. A crack broke across Porosis’ chest.