• Published 7th Mar 2014
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A Letter from the Past - The P Co



How long have Luna and Celestia been around? Centuries? Millenia? Millions, maybe billons of years? A simple letter written to Luna will reveal a forgotten past.

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His last Apology and Testament.

A small series of buttons on the statue's base activated music, Luna selected one of them and went back to her explorations.

Sitting in the desk chair again, Luna used her fingers to turn through the pages of Tales of Adventures, she reached the last page with words on it, which was also the second-to-last page in the book.

-Tales of Adventures-

I now look into the night sky, searching for an answer to my plight.

Oh dear Luna, forgive me.

I would have never thought it could have ever ended like this, today I was reminded the hard way that I am a vanguard, not a general.

I just cant explain, I don't know why I did this, but all of my allies are dead again because of me.

All I can say is, I'm sorry to all of you, and please forgive me Luna.

How could I have been so foolish!? I should have never stopped keeping between them and the enemy.

I brought this upon them, oh... just... how could I just send them to fight?

It's my utter dismay.

So many years to now spend alone, how could I let them all die?

--

Now I finally realize, that all I needed was to keep loving the beautiful, star-filled night

But they only loved the clear blue day sky, such blindness.

All I can say is, forgive me Luna.

My masterful hands, no longer carry sword and shield.

Now armed with pen and paper, it's just a blank field.

I wish I could turn back the clock, and fix all of my mistakes.

All I needed to do was just try harder.

Fight with all it takes.

Maybe then Hitoroki wouldn't have died three times in a day.

Maybe then Yolo wouldn't have gotten smashed against that wall.

Maybe Rya wouldn't have gotten his neck crushed.

Orcus would have been slain.

Irontooth would fall.

And Mahoe wouldn't have burned.

The Lich King would have never risen.

Talthos would still have 9 lives.

And poor, dear Tara my girl... would still have her amethyst eyes.

But I found myself at a cross-road.

All the conflict just built up, no time to rest.

And in the end, even though I did my best...

... I failed

All those things that I said to them

All seemed so trivial and justified back then.

But now im on my own, oh why couldn't I just understand

That I was pushing away my friends?

All I ever wanted was to be a Paladin.

To be someone of great honor and reverence.

But I ended up being the asshole in the situation.

In my harsh attempts at deterrence

I just needed someone like Tara, just someone who really cared.

But I've just let go of... all the memories that we shared.

---

Luna had somehow managed to organize the messy field of single lines into a coherent procession of storyline, and found great sorrow and regret put into these words.

"Oh my, dear Luke, you don't have to worry, there are thousands of mistakes made every day, and many end in deaths, your mistake was just one in a crowd." she assured the dead man, looking up at his blank face.

She looked at the next page and found it to be a small painting of Luke and all his allies.

With the book finished, she stood up and stretched, walking around to the back of the statue to get a full view of it.

The starry-haired princess found a plaque on the back of the base, which read.

From ashes to ashes

And dust to dust

From honor to glory

And iron to rust

From hate to bloodshed

And rise to fall.

I must ask: if I never am at risk to die, am I even alive at all?

"Oh Luke, you are alive, er... were alive, you've been dead for a long time now, but you were alive at some point in the past!" Luna attempted to reassure, before realizing that the statue was just a statue.

The teal-eyed goddess looked to the wall, and finally found the answer to that question that had been bugging her.

A poster read:

It's here!

The 400th year of EI-24 (evil iteration 24)

400 years of living in fear of the 24th generation of evil.

Heroes have risen and protected us, so we honor the ones still alive:

Saint Luke Lustrous the Evanescent, Paladin of Wrath to Luna Nightstone, goddess of the Moon, among many things.

Come to the celebration in Crownsburg on January 1, 400.

"So there used to be generations of evil that oppressed the world? Odd, I wonder what happened to all of these fantastic creatures..." she looked above one of the bookshelves to see a cage door leading to a wall-rack of items.

Opening the door, which was unlocked (probably only Luke knew how to reach it normally, but Luna could fly up to it), she saw a plethora of items hung up in a large alcove.

The twelve-hooves long sword was still held by the statue, but in here was a six-hooves long and an eighteen-hooves sword, the first named 'Knight's Sword (black)', the second named 'Lunar Juggernaut'.

As well as Luke's own equipment, there were many other weapons hung up. A battle-axe was hanging up, labeled 'The Executioner (held by David)'. A repeating crossbow called 'The Pincushion (held by Gracker)'. A tooth-white sword with a gray gem lodged into the handle called 'Dragon Sword (held by Rya Huyubasu)'. A twin-bladed katana called 'The Blessed Skull (held by Hitoroki Batosi)'. A pair of double-edged shortswords with the bodies of the blades removed called 'The Aero Blades (held by Yolo Swaggins)'. A pair of mahogany wood daggers with titanium edges called 'Kingwood Daggers (held by Talthos)'. A revolver with a red chamber, white frame, and blue grip, called 'The Wrangler (held by Johnny S. Miller)'. A set of six rings called 'The Coverage (held by Tara Sparkle)'.

And so much more in there, Luna looked up and read the title plaque, it was engraved with the words 'Battle Memories' in the same typeface as all the other plaques.

Stepping out of the alcove, Luna saw that there were still many more books to look through.

--

Ryse of Emor told the tale of the Emorians, a people of great glory and power that took over a huge region of land, but eventually collapsed because of the sheer overwhelming amount of their enemies combined with the loss of too many high-ranking soldiers.

Mein Kampf was a wonderful and inspirational story written by one of Luke's allies, Rel'Tih Floda, a high-elf Cleric of Lieh Geis, the high-elf god of glory.

At least, wonderful and inspirational to high elves, to all others (including her) it was a horrible and slanderous book that was essentially two hundred and fifty pages of the words "Fuck you" directed at every other species in the world

However, the second book, Mein Erkenntnis, was just as poor-quality, as it was essentially two hundred and fifty pages of the words "I'm sorry" directed at every other species in the world.

Fantasia was apparently the country that Luke was from, and judging from the map, this mountain was somewhere in the northern region of that country, near Northshine, a city carved into a glacier.

Following the book, Luna decided to look around the area, apparently Fantasia was a small country the map saying that the capital was less than eight square miles as a sprawling city.

Granted, Canterlot was about a tenth of a square mile, but it was attached to a mountain, so there wasn't a lot of room without dangerously tall support struts, as it was a mile above the ground.

Flying west, Luna found a large abandoned platform attached to part of the massive glacier, she landed on it.

The stone was extremely cold, even under mid-day sun, but her bare feet weren't affected by it, she found that in her dress-pockets was a pair of cobalt shoes, which fit comfortably around her still-new extremities.

*clack clack clack clack clack* went her shoes as she stepped through the seemingly blown-out streets.

"What happened to this place?" its destruction seemed to have happened long after Luke's death.

Feeling a bit uneasy, she teleported back to the tomb.

--

Appearing back in the tomb, the pale-skinned woman flew back up into the 'Battle Memories' section

Looking at 'The Coverage', she scrutinized each ring.

A white-gold one engraved with holy words, Ring of Divines.

A smoked-steel one with a skull charm, Ring of Necromancers.

A wooden one with a bright-green thorn, Ring of Druids.

A bone-carved one with a tiny glass ball filled with liquid, Ring of Shamans.

A wire-twisted one with a treble clef charm, Ring of Bards.

A gold one with an amethyst starburst charm, Ring of Arcana.

Selecting the last one, a simple Probe spell told her that it gave immunity to all magics.

That would also include healing magics, but the starry-haired princess doubted she'd ever need healing magic.

Feeling safer, she teleported back to the Ruins of Northshine.

--

Appearing back in the desolate city, Luna looked around again, still no signs of lif-

WAIT! What's that noise?

She looked over to witness a strange sight.

A crystal gently floated out of a nearby building and began moving southward.

"What the fuck?" Luna pondered, flying to follow the gem quietly and quickly.

It seemed to get faster and faster, the gem, and she saw a massive grouping of them all floating towards the same unseen location.

The lunar diarch gazed out at the destination, it looked like a castle in the distance, though it looked about as decrepit as the Castle of the Pony Sisters.

Flying over and around, she saw huge amounts of energy visibly resonating from the structure, heating the stone to red-hot and making all of the gems shine like stars.

It was horrifying, then, to see each and every one of these beautiful colored stars explode, their remains speeding into the building through countless holes torn through the thick stone walls.

"AHAHAHA! HAHAHAAAAA! YES, I HUNGER NO LONGER!" an insane voice laughed.

Luna bravely entered the castle's front doors, quickly finding the way to the throne room.

"Decay by time, obscuring truth, let the old and rotten, return to youth," a sickly old man chanted, his gray hair and dead eyes suddenly changing to russet-brown hair and lively bright-red eyes.

Luna felt slightly at ease, everypony knew that bright-red eyes meant good, same with bright-blue eyes, in fact the only eye-colors that were evil were very dark shades of colors and pure white.

"Someone approaches! I will not let anyone intrude on my kingdom!" the insane man roared, standing up with torn and worn-out clothes, his shoes turning to dust as he took a few steps towards her, now standing on the edge of the dais, "I sent the Kingdom of Fantasia into the depths of Hell, I can deal with a single adventurer." he boasted, and judging from his nigh-overwhelming auras, he wasn't lying.

"You are a Mage, no?" Luna asked, not threatened by this weirdo.

"I am the most powerful War Mage ever, none can escape my infinite-range magic! Who are you, young woman? Why have you intrude on King Gander's kingdom? Don't you know that court is in an hour? Showing up early is a crime punishable by death!" he cackled madly, running a hand through his filthy hair and setting his hand on fire with it covered in grease, "That which creeps, which crawls, or which moves not, let all things before me writhe and rot!" the mad mage yelled the spell and fired a spray of blood-red energy at the goddess of the night.

Luna was unaffected, as the Ring of Arcana made her immune to any and all magics.

Upon seeing that his spell had failed, King Gander hastily tried to equip a pair of brass knuckles, but was stopped by a heavy *thunk* sound.

That sound was caused by Luna's Zanbato flying towards his chest, and then piercing straight through his heart.

"I am undone," he grunted in pain, "Let my eternal battle finally end here," he fell over dead, Luna's Zanbato sticking all the way through him.

"Bah, mages, they think they're sooooo powerful with all of their spells, but true strength comes from..." Luna trailed off, had she really let Luke's life influence her so much?

"True strength comes from high Strength and Constitution," she said to the corpse, standing over it and retrieving her sword.

The corpse didn't respond, as it was a fucking corpse.

-Some time later, back at the tomb-

"So, Luke, I have done what you did, and I feel amazing, I feel like... I feel like a thing of power. Thank you for your inspiring me to act strong." Luna flew up to the face of the statue.

Odd, she could have sworn that the helmet had been off of his face.

Removing it again, she looked inside it, seeing a timer that was counting down from ten minutes.

"Auto-return armor? Impressive, such an enchantment is very hard to do properly." the teal-eyed goddess commended, putting the helmet on the floor and staring into his eyes.

They were still that same ocean-blue, a bit dark and kinda green, but very nice to look to look at.

She stared at him for a few more minutes, then thought about the whole situation.

"I do wonder... no... it can't be possible," she stared at him, this whole room finally made sense, the lightning lights and the icy-cold air with no oxygen to decay things, "This isn't a tomb at all, it's a magical cryogenic chamber!" she finally figured it out.

"So I must know, if you're supposed to be so old, why do you look so young when you're just frozen in time?" she asked curiously.

The statue didn't respond, even though it was just Luke frozen and not an actual statue, it still didn't respond.

Because Luke was still cryogeni-fucking-ally frozen.

Luna swore that she would unthaw him.

Somehow.

If she knew how, she would do it.

But she didn't.

"Well I suppose there are old royals and reckless royals, but there are no old reckless royals, so I'll figure this out." the pale-skinned goddess vowed to her Paladin.

If he could force himself to live for three hundred years to serve her, then she could spare at least a few days to help him.

Author's Note:

After all, who needs to fear death when you have divine favor?

Anyways, onto the usual author's notes notes:

Rel'Tih Floda, Cleric of Lieh Geis, in case you couldn't tell, Adolf Hitler of Sieg Heil.

Mein Erkenntnis is supposed to mean 'My Realization', but translators may be unreliable.

So, yeah, I wrote in an old and self-youthing villain and killed him off immediately after, because I am clever and smirt.

Next chapter is the last in this little tale, then comes the sequel.

Love all of you, remember: do drugs, stay out of school, don't eat vegetables, and don't listen to me when I write the outros.