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Alex Warlorn


Just your average Brony who happened upon an idea that might actually turn out to be clever enough for guys to love.


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Pony POV Series Side Story
Rise Of Tirek
Entirely Written By Wolfram-and-hart http://wolfram-and-hart.deviantart.com/ Be sure to give him credit.
Edited and proof read by yours truly.

Set after the changeling invasion of Canterlot, Applejack hears from Princess Luna the ancient history before Equestria, before the three Tribes, even before the Age of Myths itself. The origins of Tirek, and his relationship with his brother Scorpan are revealed.

The posting of the first chapter of Tirek's history on fimfiction.net also marks the third year to the day that the Pony POV Series had existed.

*RATING CHANGED TO TEEN DUE TO CONTENT OF SECOND CHAPTER, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED*

Posted as a side story to the Pony POV Series.

Cover Art By Kendell2

Previous: http://alexwarlorn.deviantart.com/art/Pony-POV-Series-Silver-Spoon-s-Last-Temptation-479266301

Next Chapter: http://alexwarlorn.deviantart.com/art/Pony-POV-Series-Drabble-Cadence-s-Letters-459876775

First Chapter: http://alexwarlorn.deviantart.com/art/Pony-POV-Series-Fluttershy-FlutterCruel-Pearls-260092460

Trope page: http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Fanfic/PonyPOVSeries (SERIOUSLY need to be kept up to date, every little bit helps!).

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Comments ( 163 )

Good to see this one here, and happy third anniversary for the Pony POV series, Alex!

Luna´s carriage is a trophy from her victory against Tirek, right?

The Apple Family is particularly embarassed about Mile-High Cirrius Apple, one of the few Pegasi Apples, who is also kin to the Doos. Mile-High has been touring as a popular singer, who is scandalous both in her highly-sexualized performances and in her promiscuous personal life. The bit where she swings through fake scenery, wearing a filmy dress and sitting on a wrecking ball, was just too much for most of the Apples. What's worse is that she has the classic Apple country accent -- sounds just like Applejack.

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There IS a pegasus in the Apple family tree, but she's part of the Wonderbolt's flight crew.

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Which one? Fritter?

No, she's an Earth Pony. So I don't have a clue really.

"Mile-High" Cirrus Apple is of course a parody of Miley Cyrus, done because I'd heard that Applejack's accent was directly modeled on Miley Cyrus', coupled with Miley's rather strange personal "re-invention" which is so strange (twerking simulated sex with backup dancers in teddy-bear costumes, swinging naked on a wrecking ball) that I rather think that Miley Cyrus is playing it as a parody (of Brittney Spears).

By the way, this story looks like it's going to be really good.

... And now darkness falls. A shadow of the past falls across a certain pony, one that's haunted all ponykind right from the beginning. And that's where we're going; right back to the beginning. Not the "Bang." Not the "Word." The true beginning. The next few months are going to be quite a ride, and I think we're all going to learn something in the process. About history. About family. About darkness. About right. About wrong. And, most of all, about power.

Comment posted by Wolfram-And-Hart deleted Sep 18th, 2014

I like this so far.

5021040 How is the writing staff doing?
are there still a lot of problems???

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She's mentioned by AJ's cousins during the wedding arc.

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Should I include that in the description?

5021974

Hope you'll like what's to come.

Let's see, the history of Tirek from the Pony POV series, which will probably explain how he went from The Night That Never Ends, to Magic Thief, and told by Luna to Applejack, Honesty to Honesty, no no half truth, no lies, no softening the blow. THIS IS GOING TO BE GLORIOUS!:pinkiehappy::pinkiecrazy::yay: Continue please.:pinkiesmile:

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That is totally going into my headcanon. BECAUSE THAT IS F:yay:ING GENIUS!

5025582 Thanks! Hope it lives up to your expectations!

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Well, so far, Pony POV has never dissapointed, even the parts with previous generations of MLP which, I'll be blunt, I've never seen, but from the way things have been done, it's like a spiderweb, everything is interconnected somehow and there's more explanation than "A wizard did it" and when it is hat, there's a why, and sometimes if we're lucky, a how. Also a when usually i find. I ramble way too much.

5023231 Nah. It's already covered sort of in story. I just really like that line.

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I also hope things work out here.

5021911 That sounds vaguely familiar...

I don't know if it's a result of transferring the document over here from deviantart or what, but there seems to be a bit of a problem with the italics in this chapter.

The only constant was fear of dragons. I know you and your friends had a difficult time with that one red dragon outside of Ponyville, but at least Fluttershy was able to convince him to leave. The ancient ones were beyond reason. With few exceptions, they were beasts to their core. They had no written language, no sense of society, no history, no interest beyond feeding, mating and acquiring hordes. They attacked settlements, ate anyone or anything in their path, and stole anything of value for themselves. Had things remained thus, they might have become the dominant species of the world by sheer strength alone.

So, typical non sentient medieval dragons.

Orion the Hunter

*loud gasp then wide grin. Love mythology*

"Applejack, You'll want to brace yourself for a shock. Ponies of that era, were in no position to affect the world. They were naught but dumb animals. They had no sapience, no conscience, no ego, no free will, no personal identities, and no cutie marks. Cutie marks only appear when ponies find and embrace their destinies and discover who they are. The ancient ponies did not have the capacity for such thought, and remained blank flanks from birth to death."

Wow, so, they're like horses in our world. Whoah, considering ponies are the main species even in Pony POV which shows a lot of other species, it's shocking. I've noticed, there's no mention of magic here whatsoever, interesting.

"What's tradition if you don't break it occasionally?" He forced a laugh.

I suppose.

"Tirek. His name is Tirek."

And thus was born one of the darkest villains of the 80's.

"He's breathing, and he's moving his arms and legs Your Highness, but he's still very small and weak. I've administered the right herbs and we're trying to get spells to strengthen his heartbeat, but I honestly don't know if he will-"

mention of magic, interesting.

The doctor's words drowned out as the child looked up at his father. The boy's skin was a rich brown, and his fur was a deep grey, just like his father. However, it was his eyes that grabbed Chiron's attention. His eyes were a striking blue, just like his mother's. Part of her still lived in him.

Tirek the 1st, his eyes are different from either G1 Tirek or G4, ancestor perhaps? Or maybe, well, we'll see.

However, Scorpan, as he was named, grew up with all the other rights and privileges due to a prince of the Empire alongside his brother.

Scorpan is brought in, so far so interesting...

"Nope, I just like night time. The stars and the moon are pretty, and it's quiet, and cool, and nice."

So at least he has a reason as a child which later may become his motive for trying to bring about The Night That Never Ends.

"You mean, all this will be mine?" Tirek smiled in amazement.

This reminds me of Mufasa and Simba talking from Lion King.

Yes, good Fluttershy best not hear about the rat.

That's probably a good idea, yes.

"Sunrise is a testament to strength. Sun god Lord Helios, Orion's patron, fights his way across the sky every day against his sister. The goddess of darkness, Lady Selene, hates her brother, and all mortals who shun the night and rejoice in the day. After sunset, Lady Selene battles him in the underworld and moves the moon into the sky as a declaration of victory over her brother. Yet, Lord Helios always defeats her and raises the sun."

Luna's not going to like me for this, but this reminds me eerily of Celestia and Luna, one being night and the other being day and all... But also of an egyptian myth that sounds similar.

Learn your place, or I may consider if Scorpan might be best for the throne!"

Bad move Chiron. Isn't Chiron the name of the centaur in Percy Jackson though? Cause it sounds familiar? If so, you get 10 Magnificent Bastard points. That's a good thing.

"You aren't the first to fall in love with one of the gods, and you won't be the last. But, choose your affections carefully. The Night Queen is as cold as she is lovely, and can drive even those she favors mad. Perhaps it would be best to wait until you've had your first taste of mortal women before setting your sights on her."

Smart move Chiron.

He would never forget the lesson he learned; find what's most important to someone and you can make them do what you want.

He certainly demonstrated that in G1 by making Scorpan obey him or else Spike dies and with "How about a trade Princess Twilight?"

"Nice, Tirek." Nessus grinned as he pulled Tirek to his hooves "Almost got me."

At least he's a graceful winner.

"Yeah, but I'm gonna be at the orgy at Lord Bacchus' temple tonight."
"We'll be there too! We'll try and find you a few good girls," Nessus threw in.
"Oh for...really, another orgy, Scorpan? Didn't you already take three conquests since the weekend?" Tirek scoffed.
"Exactly, I'm falling behind." Scorpan shared a laugh with his cousins.
"Fine, but at least avoid any poxy ones."
"There's no need to worry. There's going to be more than just harlots, there's going to be a whole slew of virgins."
Tirek stared speechless at his sibling. "...And you believed that? Sometimes, Scorpan, I wonder if the gods gave you the brains of a dung beetle."

This exchange. Just, yes.

I nearly laughed. I prayed I never saw how Pinkie Pie would plan such a party.

Same here.

The wide eyed, slack jawed look on Applejack's now paler face makes me realize I may have miscalculated.

I think you may be right.

"WELL ALL RIGHTY THEN! I LEARNED SOMETHING NEW TODAY! WELL, THANKS PRINCESS, BUT HOWS ABOUT WE GET MOVIN' ALONG AND NEVER EVER, EVER, EVER SPEAK OF THIS AGAIN? THAT OK? GREAT!"
"Um...very well... you do an impressive Royal Canterlot Voice."
"MUCH OBLIGED! LET'S TALK ABOUT ANYTHING EXCEPT BANANAS!"
Definitely miscalculated.

This exchange had me dying of laughter. So I guess Applejack doesn't like mmmbananas? :trollestia:

"We need to find Uncle Chiron!" Nessus urgently commanded his family. "This isn't a storm, it's smoke, and there's one only thing that could cause this much at once."

A dragon. Nuts.

"My name is Randall, I'm a Moochick of the Western Forest Elven Kingdom."

Moochick, as in, the guy that had the Rainbow of Light in the G1 Tirek special? interesting.

"Well, for starters, he's so sick he can barely move. I admit, I only have a passing knowledge of your people, Your Highness, but what I have always heard is your honor. This dragon is not intentionally threatening your people, and he has no hope of fighting you. That's not glorious battle, it's hardly a hunt. Where is the honor in killing a defenseless creature that may die anyway?"

The centaurs remind me of Klingons and other Proud Warrior Races by that logic.

"Heath...spike."

Spike the 1st.

He deposited the gold and gems on the ground before them and smiled.

Well, unexpected.

Heathspike lifted his right foreleg, causing the party to notice a black bag tied around the dragon's wrist. He pulled it open and turned to face the remainder of his horde. He unleashed bright green flames onto the treasure. The flames consumed the treasure in seconds, leaving nothing but a small cloud of green smoke that flew into the sack. Heathspike pulled the draw string and closed the bag, which looked heavier.

The origin of Spike's mail flame trick. And self taught, impressive.

"Yes, except that Father let an elf handle the dragon, who is still alive!"

Said dragon didn't even wish you any harm. He was sick.

However, it turned out that appointing him as an advisor was a wise decision. He had helped Chiron resolve an economic crisis, found a cure for a plague the broke out in the southern colonies, and began to teach Tirek and Scorpan some magic.

That last one may have turned out to be a bad move in time, but, he's not omniscient.

"You're a genius, Tirek." Scorpan shrugged.

He was, destroying their crops so that come winter, they would be low on food and be in trouble. Smart.

"Tirek...you dishonor your family."

"You killed an unarmed man in front of his wife and ordered hundreds more killed after they had already surrendered!"

Yep. The Klingon race would be ashamed of you.

"'Their purpose?' Their...Dear gods in Elysium, have you so little respect for life?"

Unfortunatly.

"Remember the stories of the platinum and the five headed dragons? They were not stories. They exist. And they are no mere beasts. They are as smart as we are, and can be reasoned with. But that is not all; they have a strange thrall over the rest of their kind. The dragons obey them without question. They've declared themselves king and queen of all dragons. The dragons call them gods.

Queen Tiamat and her husband.

"You speak so highly of 'honor', yet you would avenge their deaths by yielding to their murderers' demands?!" Tirek roared.

Honor is also knowing when to pick your fights, you said it yourself Tirek.

Mr. Hephest

Hephest, as in Hephaestus. Clever.

"Vanity, greed, fear, hate, and apathy to others. The same vices that turn so many into monsters. And as loathe as I am to admit it, the same led me to become Nightmare Moon. I remember those feelings he had all too well. To have done so much only to be struck down for it. Believing that you are so much more than the tiny creatures around you, yet be so vexed by their strange lack of adoration. Paranoia that your peers and those you love are plotting against you. Resentment that festers until every face seems to laugh at you and every voice seems to screams the foulest insult. To see yourself as the only sane one, and think all others are the reason you are not heeded without question.

...

The only constant was fear of dragons. I know you and your friends had a difficult time with that one red dragon outside of Ponyville, but at least Fluttershy was able to convince him to leave. The ancient ones were beyond reason. With few exceptions, they were beasts to their core. They had no written language, no sense of society, no history, no interest beyond feeding, mating and acquiring hordes. They attacked settlements, ate anyone or anything in their path, and stole anything of value for themselves. Had things remained thus, they might have become the dominant species of the world by sheer strength alone.

So, typical non sentient medieval dragons.

Orion the Hunter

*loud gasp then wide grin. Love mythology*

"Applejack, You'll want to brace yourself for a shock. Ponies of that era, were in no position to affect the world. They were naught but dumb animals. They had no sapience, no conscience, no ego, no free will, no personal identities, and no cutie marks. Cutie marks only appear when ponies find and embrace their destinies and discover who they are. The ancient ponies did not have the capacity for such thought, and remained blank flanks from birth to death."

Wow, so, they're like horses in our world. Whoah, considering ponies are the main species even in Pony POV which shows a lot of other species, it's shocking. I've noticed, there's no mention of magic here whatsoever, interesting.

"What's tradition if you don't break it occasionally?" He forced a laugh.

I suppose.

"Tirek. His name is Tirek."

And thus was born one of the darkest villains of the 80's.

"He's breathing, and he's moving his arms and legs Your Highness, but he's still very small and weak. I've administered the right herbs and we're trying to get spells to strengthen his heartbeat, but I honestly don't know if he will-"

mention of magic, interesting.

The doctor's words drowned out as the child looked up at his father. The boy's skin was a rich brown, and his fur was a deep grey, just like his father. However, it was his eyes that grabbed Chiron's attention. His eyes were a striking blue, just like his mother's. Part of her still lived in him.

Tirek the 1st, his eyes are different from either G1 Tirek or G4, ancestor perhaps? Or maybe, well, we'll see.

However, Scorpan, as he was named, grew up with all the other rights and privileges due to a prince of the Empire alongside his brother.

Scorpan is brought in, so far so interesting...

"Nope, I just like night time. The stars and the moon are pretty, and it's quiet, and cool, and nice."

So at least he has a reason as a child which later may become his motive for trying to bring about The Night That Never Ends.

"You mean, all this will be mine?" Tirek smiled in amazement.

This reminds me of Mufasa and Simba talking from Lion King.

Yes, good Fluttershy best not hear about the rat.

That's probably a good idea, yes.

"Sunrise is a testament to strength. Sun god Lord Helios, Orion's patron, fights his way across the sky every day against his sister. The goddess of darkness, Lady Selene, hates her brother, and all mortals who shun the night and rejoice in the day. After sunset, Lady Selene battles him in the underworld and moves the moon into the sky as a declaration of victory over her brother. Yet, Lord Helios always defeats her and raises the sun."

Luna's not going to like me for this, but this reminds me eerily of Celestia and Luna, one being night and the other being day and all... But also of an egyptian myth that sounds similar.

Learn your place, or I may consider if Scorpan might be best for the throne!"

Bad move Chiron. Isn't Chiron the name of the centaur in Percy Jackson though? Cause it sounds familiar? If so, you get 10 Magnificent Bastard points. That's a good thing.

"You aren't the first to fall in love with one of the gods, and you won't be the last. But, choose your affections carefully. The Night Queen is as cold as she is lovely, and can drive even those she favors mad. Perhaps it would be best to wait until you've had your first taste of mortal women before setting your sights on her."

Smart move Chiron.

He would never forget the lesson he learned; find what's most important to someone and you can make them do what you want.

He certainly demonstrated that in G1 by making Scorpan obey him or else Spike dies and with "How about a trade Princess Twilight?"

"Nice, Tirek." Nessus grinned as he pulled Tirek to his hooves "Almost got me."

At least he's a graceful winner.

"Yeah, but I'm gonna be at the orgy at Lord Bacchus' temple tonight."
"We'll be there too! We'll try and find you a few good girls," Nessus threw in.
"Oh for...really, another orgy, Scorpan? Didn't you already take three conquests since the weekend?" Tirek scoffed.
"Exactly, I'm falling behind." Scorpan shared a laugh with his cousins.
"Fine, but at least avoid any poxy ones."
"There's no need to worry. There's going to be more than just harlots, there's going to be a whole slew of virgins."
Tirek stared speechless at his sibling. "...And you believed that? Sometimes, Scorpan, I wonder if the gods gave you the brains of a dung beetle."

This exchange. Just, yes.

I nearly laughed. I prayed I never saw how Pinkie Pie would plan such a party.

Same here.

The wide eyed, slack jawed look on Applejack's now paler face makes me realize I may have miscalculated.

I think you may be right.

"WELL ALL RIGHTY THEN! I LEARNED SOMETHING NEW TODAY! WELL, THANKS PRINCESS, BUT HOWS ABOUT WE GET MOVIN' ALONG AND NEVER EVER, EVER, EVER SPEAK OF THIS AGAIN? THAT OK? GREAT!"
"Um...very well... you do an impressive Royal Canterlot Voice."
"MUCH OBLIGED! LET'S TALK ABOUT ANYTHING EXCEPT BANANAS!"
Definitely miscalculated.

This exchange had me dying of laughter. So I guess Applejack doesn't like mmmbananas? :trollestia:

"We need to find Uncle Chiron!" Nessus urgently commanded his family. "This isn't a storm, it's smoke, and there's one only thing that could cause this much at once."

A dragon. Nuts.

"My name is Randall, I'm a Moochick of the Western Forest Elven Kingdom."

Moochick, as in, the guy that had the Rainbow of Light in the G1 Tirek special? interesting.

"Well, for starters, he's so sick he can barely move. I admit, I only have a passing knowledge of your people, Your Highness, but what I have always heard is your honor. This dragon is not intentionally threatening your people, and he has no hope of fighting you. That's not glorious battle, it's hardly a hunt. Where is the honor in killing a defenseless creature that may die anyway?"

The centaurs remind me of Klingons and other Proud Warrior Races by that logic.

"Heath...spike."

Spike the 1st.

He deposited the gold and gems on the ground before them and smiled.

Well, unexpected.

Heathspike lifted his right foreleg, causing the party to notice a black bag tied around the dragon's wrist. He pulled it open and turned to face the remainder of his horde. He unleashed bright green flames onto the treasure. The flames consumed the treasure in seconds, leaving nothing but a small cloud of green smoke that flew into the sack. Heathspike pulled the draw string and closed the bag, which looked heavier.

The origin of Spike's mail flame trick. And self taught, impressive.

"Yes, except that Father let an elf handle the dragon, who is still alive!"

Said dragon didn't even wish you any harm. He was sick.

However, it turned out that appointing him as an advisor was a wise decision. He had helped Chiron resolve an economic crisis, found a cure for a plague the broke out in the southern colonies, and began to teach Tirek and Scorpan some magic.

That last one may have turned out to be a bad move in time, but, he's not omniscient.

"You're a genius, Tirek." Scorpan shrugged.

He was, destroying their crops so that come winter, they would be low on food and be in trouble. Smart.

"Tirek...you dishonor your family."

"You killed an unarmed man in front of his wife and ordered hundreds more killed after they had already surrendered!"

Yep. The Klingon race would be ashamed of you.

"'Their purpose?' Their...Dear gods in Elysium, have you so little respect for life?"

Unfortunatly.

"Remember the stories of the platinum and the five headed dragons? They were not stories. They exist. And they are no mere beasts. They are as smart as we are, and can be reasoned with. But that is not all; they have a strange thrall over the rest of their kind. The dragons obey them without question. They've declared themselves king and queen of all dragons. The dragons call them gods.

Queen Tiamat and her husband.

"You speak so highly of 'honor', yet you would avenge their deaths by yielding to their murderers' demands?!" Tirek roared.

Honor is also knowing when to pick your fights, you said it yourself Tirek.

Mr. Hephest

Hephest, as in Hephaestus. Clever.

"Vanity, greed, fear, hate, and apathy to others. The same vices that turn so many into monsters. And as loathe as I am to admit it, the same led me to become Nightmare Moon. I remember those feelings he had all too well. To have done so much only to be struck down for it. Believing that you are so much more than the tiny creatures around you, yet be so vexed by their strange lack of adoration. Paranoia that your peers and those you love are plotting against you. Resentment that festers until every face seems to laugh at you and every voice seems to screams the foulest insult. To see yourself as the only sane one, and think all others are the reason you are not heeded without question.

...

5196418

Thanks for the EPIC play by play!

5197115

Happy to help Alex, you create all this awesomeness, the least I can do is give it a play by play, this is so far the most unique story for Tirek so far, he usually either has none, or is simply darkness given form or something, similar to Pony POV Sombra's backstory who should start playing Sauron any time now. My personal headcanon is that G4 Tirek was G1 Tirek's son, and that G1 was long, long ago, it was the First Age, sorta like here, I admit, Pony POV influenced by headcanon a lot due to the sense it makes. Discord would hate it, what with his fixation with chaos and making sense being not very chaotic at all. As for why Tirek in G1 was a normal horned centaur who used the Rainbow of Darkness and why G4 was a magic thief, no clue. I guess we'll be finding out soon.

5192871 It's a line from Buffy the Vampire Slayer that I really like.

5196418 This one is just the first part of your play-by-play repeated...

5201698 You made two play-by-play comments, but they were the same one.

5201703

Oh, must have accidentally double posted.

5201708 So are you going to do an additional play-by-play for the rest of the chapter then?

5196417

*loud gasp then wide grin. Love mythology*

Then, you're gonna love this story.

Wow, so, they're like horses in our world. Whoah, considering ponies are the main species even in Pony POV which shows a lot of other species, it's shocking. I've noticed, there's no mention of magic here whatsoever, interesting.

That will be built upon.

So at least he has a reason as a child which later may become his motive for trying to bring about The Night That Never Ends.

Well, everything starts somewhere.

This reminds me of Mufasa and Simba talking from Lion King.

That was exactly the inspiration of the scene.

Luna's not going to like me for this, but this reminds me eerily of Celestia and Luna, one being night and the other being day and all... But also of an egyptian myth that sounds similar.

That's intentional that it sounds like them. And I did base the myth in part on the Egyptian Myth of Ra.

Bad move Chiron. Isn't Chiron the name of the centaur in Percy Jackson though? Cause it sounds familiar? If so, you get 10 Magnificent Bastard points. That's a good thing.

Yeah, his name in Percy Jackson was Chiron, but that was also a reference to a centaur in Greek mythology who trained Hercules, Achilles, Thesues and loads of other mythic heroes.

This exchange. Just, yes.

Glad you enjoyed it.

This exchange had me dying of laughter. So I guess Applejack doesn't like mmmbananas? :trollestia:

I guess she is, so AJ WATCH OUT FOR THE TRAP DOOR!

Moochick, as in, the guy that had the Rainbow of Light in the G1 Tirek special? interesting.

The very same.

The centaurs remind me of Klingons and other Proud Warrior Races by that logic.

Yeah, they were meant to be that way. Though, maybe a little more civilized than Klingons.

The origin of Spike's mail flame trick. And self taught, impressive.

Said dragon didn't even wish you any harm. He was sick.

Yes, but that hardy matters to an egotistical, racist, blood thirsty sociopath.

He was, destroying their crops so that come winter, they would be low on food and be in trouble. Smart.

Glad that actually makes sense strategy wise.

Honor is also knowing when to pick your fights, you said it yourself Tirek.

Again, egotistical, racist, blood thirsty sociopath.

Hephest, as in Hephaestus. Clever.

Thanks.

...

Hindsight's a pain, huh?

a satyr named Tumnus. chronicles of Narnia reference?

5240131

Maybe. You'd have to ask wolf.

Oh, I wanted to to this! How in the world will I compete against you? Well, there´s no use. I´ll leave it to the professionals then :ajsleepy:

5308847

DUDE!!!! Just write your own version!

5021040

Question: In an universe where half of the Concepts are represented by alicorns... shouldn´t ponies have been the "favored race" from the start?

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Fun fact. In the spirit world, that's simply how Twilight and co PERCEIVE them. They'd appear completely different to the centaurs.

Wait, back up, we've seen this already!

Whoa, how'd my previous attempt to read this take me to Chapter 1? Weird...

Celly and I speak seldom of our brother, tis painful. Morning Star was born to be perfection and beauty. He was so wonderful, glorious, perfect, you would find it hard not to fall down and worship him in his true form.

Ah, yes, the pony equivalent of The Fallen from Transformers, once a great good, but fell. And considering he was perfection and beauty, things all mortals covet, it's only normal that one would want to worship his true form by that logic.

We loved him dearly, which made it more painful when he became what he is. He was always a little full of himself, but we were never too worried. We should have seen the warning signs earlier. I remember our last chat before his first trot towards Tartarus.

Hm, considering he was perfection and beauty, I think being a bit full of himself is excusable.

"Sisters, I have been thinking. I should take a more active and direct part in the universe's affairs."

You already kinda do.

"Morning, we already do," Cadenza assured him. "We are everywhere if mortals see us or not."

This, sounds, weird, shouldn't it be WHETHER mortals see us or not?

Yes, Applejack. Before she was born here and split into Cadence and Chrysalis, she was like Celly and I. She is the Concept of Harmony and Music. While she loved our brother, she frequently found herself trying to dissuade him from his aim to silence mortal will.

Silence mortal will, dark.

Why did I not know of Chrysalis? I...well... was in my crib before the universe started.

Fair enough.

"Not enough. I try bringing perfection to mortals, and they never come close. I cannot understand why Our Parents allowed them to be so flawed."

Because, since we are flawed, it allows us to make mistakes, so that later on we can analyse them, see where we went wrong, and avoid making those mistakes again leading us closer to perfection.

"It's the nature of free will. They must have the capacity to fail and make the wrong choices," Cadenza tried to explain.

See?

"Well, Sister, I must disagree."

Well at least he's civil about it, that's useful. You know, his fall reminds me of the story of Lucifer, once a high ranking angel, here an alicorn, who rebelled against God, His Parents, because he thought he could do better and got cast into Hell/Tartarus for his sins and would be accepted back in a heartbeat if he would only acknowledge his sins, the fact that he screwed up badly, and that he was in the wrong. I think.

"I fail to see why thou dost insist on obsessing over this frivolous endeavor." I rolled my eyes, having little interest in anything that wasn't my night.

So you were a teeanger at the time.

"They're imperfect creatures, and need to be made perfect."

Yes, but wouldn't it be better to let THEM manage to become perfect on their own, with only you guiding them instead of you making them so?

"So, they're imperfect, what does it matter? In the end, they amount to billions of insignificant microbes running their futile errands until their inevitable end. They live their brief lives, another generation replaces them, and the cycle repeats ad infinitum. An ant, whether it has the purest and most righteous spirit or the most inept and corrupt mind, is still only an ant. Why dost thou care for their decisions?"

She, has a point.

"That is the question I have asked Our Parents repeatedly. If They'd only remove that flaw from mortals, I could shape them into true magnificence."

Free will is an essential part of life and you know it, besides, I don't think they can, I don't think the Draconequui and THEIR Parents can. I think.

"Free will is essential to life, Morning Star!" Cadenza replied forcefully. "Mother and Father will never let you remove it. Even the Draconequi and their Parents won't forcibly change it."

See what I mean?

"I know, those lunatics would rather let all fall into chaos than do anything useful. One day, whether deliberately or by their own incompetence, those fools will do something that will turn the mortals' so-called free will into their ruin. Mark my words, I know that then Mother and Father will wish they had listened to me and let me fix the problem with them."

Possibly, but it would also lead to something greater, ever thought of that?

"...You believe you know better than Our Parents?" Cadenza asked. She knew where that path lead.

That's, a dangerous road to go on, the Parents are about as close to omniscient and omnipotent as you can get, both the Parents of the Alicorns and the Draconequui.

"Well, there is no point in thinking like that." I scoffed. "Until some disaster doth occur, I doubt Mother and Father will send thee to 'fix' a thing. Now, if you will excuse me, I have a meteor shower to plan."

Again, so much like a teenager. Not that that's a bad thing.

I wonder to this day if it might have turned out differently had I not been so careless. I had unknowingly planted an idea in my brother that would shake of this world's foundation.

Who knows?

I discovered soon enough that Morning Star ventured to the Draconequi's realm not long after our chat.

Oh? This should be good.

No, he didn't visit Discord. Morning Star hates chaos as much as free will. His eye was on one of Discord's sisters.

I'm not surprised, perfection would involve order, the opposite of chaos.

"Oh, hi! Wow, it's been a while the last time we had an Alicorn visit!" Her name is Pandora, Concept of Imagination.

She's pretty nice, a bit weird, but, she is a draconequus, Blue and Orange Morality and all that.

"Maybe that should change. Maintaining the universe is our shared responsibility. Our families should not be so distant because yours is Nature's Wrath and mine is Nature's Law."

Perhaps.

"That would be nice." Pandora smiled pleasantly. "Venus and I write each other all the time, but having actual visits is better. How is she, by the way?"

Love and Imagination, well, I can see how they would get along.

"Venus? Oh, she's doing well. She's with foal. She's thinking of naming it Cupid."

I'd say I'm surprised, but not even the most gullible of ponies would believe me. Also, even though your last fic wasn't in Pony POV, it did involve Cupid, so, was that a clever little reference to it? If so, hats off, otherwise I'm just taking things way too seriously.

"Oooh! I love babies! All those potential stories and possibilities beginning! Eeee! I can't wait to see her and meet the little tike!"

It's weird seeing a multimillenium old Concept squeeing over a baby. Oh well, it does very much enter her domain.

"Yes, it's wonderful, isn't it? Speaking of new creations, I was interested in learning more of your family's work, and why not start with the boundless gift of imagination?"

You interested in the work of Imagination? Wonder why?

"Oh! We-well, sure! I'll show you my studio!"

You'll regret that soon. Also, I just had the most amusing mental image of Pandora in a french beret looking like a stereotypical "starving artist"

She led him to her domain where she works to create inspiration for all creation and keeps her vast collection of ideas. All the stories that have or will ever be told come from bottles and boxes filled with abstract thoughts and feelings that Pandora works with.

Only with the Draconequui would this ever make sense.

"This is the Case of Eros that Venus gave me. I've already used it for hundreds of love stories! Ooh, and this is the Flask of Rebellion that Anarchy gave me."

Flask of Rebellion. I'd make a Star Wars joke, but it's too obvious.

"Oh my, what is this one?" He pointed to a dark metal box, covered in unholy sigils.

Bad news.

"Ooh, that one's from my cousin, Nyarlathotrot! It's called dark magic. It's something that's supposed to be introduced to the mortals when 'they're ready', whatever that means. He said it would come in handy when I make up villains!"

Nyarlathotrot. I'm not even going to make a joke about that. Also dark magic, this won't end well.

"Fascinating! Villains, eh? And heroes?"
"They can be made from almost anything, that's one of the best bits about them."

I suppose.

"Have you made a perfect hero?"
"Perfect hero?"
"Yes, one who is all mortals should strive to be and more! One who is loved and adored by all and deservedly so! Without flaws or failures or any of the mortal deficiencies!"

You mean a Mary Sue/Gary Stu. Pinkie, mind if I borrow your anti Sue bazooka?

"...I dunno, that might be boring, but there's never been a story like that before so I guess I'll have to try. There's this Sue girl I could inspire to do a test run."

Should have expected that at some point, and she has a point, everyone is flawed, it what makes a character interesting, if someone has to flaws, their journey is complete, they've gotten over their imperfections, so, why would they need to go on an adventure?

"Is this guy bothering you, Sis?"
Pandora and Morning Star turned to see her oldest brother. "Hey, D___t! He's but visiting. I was showing him my inspiration room."

Ah yes, the Concept Who No Longer Is.

Don't be alarmed Applejack. The reason D___t's name cannot be spoken is because he and his concept no longer exist. Tis too long a story.

One I have to get up to date on at some point.

"Wow, one of the great Alicorns descended to visit?" D___t was never fond of our family. He and Morning Star were...opposite extremes.

So, he was Imperfection in a sense?

"I was interested in dear Pandora's work," Morning Star explained reasonably. "She does so many amazements, she deserves recognition."

Pity you're probably just buttering her up. Also, is it wrong that I imagine Morning Star as an alicorn Blueblood with a way golden mane and tail?

"Uh huh, I bet. Watch your step, Mr. Perfect."

I get the feeling that's sincere advice.

"Sorry, but Destruction is going to make a couple supernovas and, well-"

Yeah, someone needs to make sure he doesn't blow up too much stuff.

"Yes, someone should go with 'em. Make sure he doesn't blow up a galaxy again." Pandora nodded.

Yeah. Wait, he did WHAT?!

The oldest son of Fear and Nothing departed, leaving Perfection and Imagination alone. "Don't pay him attention, he's...well, being a big brother."

Shouldn't be be Fear and Nothingness more then Nothing? And yes, he is.

"I suppose." Morning Star shrugged. "I'd do the same. It lets you know he cares."

Fair enough.

"True. What would we be without family? Well, best leave that to imagination...which would be you."

Very clever.

"I know you'd be up to that task. You have the ability to take all these possibilities out of thin air and create stories. You make whole universes all on your own."

Not make a whole universe, but perhaps plant the seeds of a new universe?

"It baffles me how you manage here."

Well.

"You've managed to rise so above your limitations."

Oh boy...

"I mean to be constantly surrounded by such childish beings and create such beauty."

You're going to be eating your words in a minute.

"'Childish beings'? Do you mean my family?"

Sadly, yes.

"Well, your family certainly isn't conductive to creating, even their Concepts go against it."

He, does have a point, but chaos is part of life meaning that without chaos indirectly, there can be not creation.

"You must see it; they create disorder, chaos, and ruin, where you try to create and add to the universe. Given your talents compared to theirs, I wonder if there was a mix up and you were adopted by Havoc and Entropy and they changed you into a Draconeq-"

Quick, take that back, take that back! For your own good Take it back and he's not going to is he?

"Shut up!" Pandora roared. "How dare you talk about my brothers and sister like that! How dare you insinuate my Parents aren't my Parents! And how dare you look down on them for what they- what WE give the universe!"

Yeesh, Pandora may be pretty nice but man is she scary when she's mad.

"You would have made a wonderful Alicorn. Compared to such base, vulgar deities, you almost are one."

You're a Moron Morning Star. Scratch that, from now on I'm calling your Moron Star!

"Don't you dare try to sweet talk out of this! Don't you dare try to spin this into something besides the fact you think you're better than me and my family!"

He does embody Perfection, but that's no reason to be a prick.

"Well, I AM Perfection," Morning Star sneered.

Good Lord this guy's ego is even bigger then Perfect Cell! Another idiotic being who claimed to be Perfect.

"Oh wow." Pandora laughed ruefully. "It must have killed you to say 'we can get along despite being Nature's Law and Nature's Fury.' All right, if you're perfection, then how about you make a PERFECT exit, and don't come back!"

Ouch...

Pandora did not discover until much later that Morning Star had taken a souvenir with him; the box of dark magic.

Oh crap baskets.

In the Imperial Palace, Tirek had just returned after his six months amongst commoners, and went looking for his brother. He first checked the wine cellar, but found him in the stables.

Oh yeah, almost forgot about that, I hope that did him some good and managed to cool his head and regulate his ego.

"Hello, Scorpan."
"Tirek!" The gargoyle leapt and hugged his brother. "Glad you're in one piece. With that killer on the loose, we've been worried for you."

Hah, like a random guy could kill Tirek.

"You have so little faith in me that some random fool could kill me? I'm hurt." Tirek smirked.

See?

"Yes, well, I need to speak with...you...about...are you brushing a pony's hair?"

I am NOT making a Scorpan is a Brony joke.

"What? Lightning Strike here's my new warhorse; I need to keep him groomed."

Fair enough.

"With a bright pink brush covered in hearts?"
"I couldn't find his regular brushes, it's one of the mares'. A brush is a brush, right boy?" Scorpan said as he scratched behind Lightning Strike's ear.

No comment.

"That blasted elf! I should have foreseen this! Letting that dragon go all those years ago was only the beginning! And while I was away, Father has implemented changes thought up by that meddler!"

And here we go again.

"At this rate, he'll convince Father to abandon conquest all together and have us all become like those spineless, soft headed elves, living in trees and singing dreary songs to animals!"

You're exagerating.

"I don't think it would go that far. Father wouldn't do anything that wasn't for the Empire's good."

Scorpan's right Tirek.

"Even Father can make mistakes, and this is a big one!"

Remind me again, whose been ruling the Empire and has been alive for far longer then you have? Oh yeah, that's right, the same Father whom you think is screwing up.

"Father, we must have words," Tirek glowered at the older men.

Oh dear.

"Father, I've seen these new laws you've decreed. What are you thinking? How is the next generation going to grow strong if you let the state coddle them?"

You forget Tirek, this is a new civilized age, not one of war and death.

"The new laws do not coddle any, it's allowing changes that will help the Empire ultimately," Chiron responded. "And the people support the changes."

That isn't the problem Chiron, the problem is that your son doesn't understand the bigger picture.

"Who cares what the shopkeepers and stable boys think? We have power, not them!"

Need I remind you that you were one of those commoners not so long ago?

Chiron sighed defeated. Clearly, living among the commoners had not worked as hoped.

Alas.

"Can we PLEASE enjoy having you back tonight, Tirek?" Scorpan asked, getting between his sibling and father. "We can talk about the new laws tomorrow and-"

Thank you Scorpan.

What Scorpan would have said was cut off by the ground shaking. At first a slight tremor, but growing until it knocked over statues and furniture.

Oh dear, my experience with Pokemon has taught me that Earthquake=bad news.

"What's happening?!" Tirek cried as he braced himself against a column.

I don't know.

They all stared in awe as what seemed to be a shooting star flew overhead. Except it was no shooting star, the trail of smoke and fire behind it made clear that it was within the atmosphere. The sonic boom as it flew past shattered every piece of glass for miles around.

In the immortal words of Mr Joshscorcher the Fiery Joker "KA-BOOOOM!"

"What in Helios' name is that?!" Scorpan shouted as he covered his ears.
"I honestly don't know!" Chiron shouted back, staring as the fire ball passed the city.

Nor do I. I suspect that the Sonic Boom also shattered a few eardrums as well.

"It was Pandora's Box of dark magic. My brother had sent it through the veil to create the problem that only he could solve."

That, is the most idiotic, brain dead, imbecilic-oh god it's Lesson Zero all over again!

"But, he musta figured he'd be in trouble! Your Folks musta known he caused the mess to fix it! Why would anypony be crazy enough to make a problem...to...solve it...Oh, no. Oh, mah stars!"

Ironic considering you're in the presence of Batman Princess Luna who IS the Night, including the Stars.

"Yes. The incident with Twilight and that Smarty Pants doll brought anything but good memories for my sister."

I was afraid of that.

The box fell through the atmosphere with unimaginable speed. Orionopolis' inhabitants were lucky, if it had struck there, only a crater would remain. Instead, it headed several hundred miles to the west, towards a valley miles outside the Empire's edge. When it did land, the sound could be heard for miles, the impact tremor felt even farther. The great impact awoke a long dormant volcano and shattered an entire mountain range, tripling the valley's size. The smoke and dust was also seen for miles. The landing opened the box, allowing the magic within to begin seeping out and saturating the land. The valley became infamous as a source of dark magic for generations afterwards.

Reminds me of the concept of a Dark Side Nexus from Star Wars.

The worst was to come. Power ultimately attracts attention of those who want to use and misuse it. One such being found the valley the day after the impact and began experimenting with that power, worsening an already volatile situation. The dark magic became more aggravated, causing more mutations and the new stimulation caused a magical blight to spread beyond the valley. The more aggressive creatures slowly succumbed to the magic and were corrupted by it, mentally and physically. The plant life died off or mutated. Within days, the valley and surrounding area had become a dark wasteland.

It became the Everfree Forest, didn't it?

The morning after the box flew over Orionopolis, Emperor Chiron met with his generals, officials, his family, and the Moochick. He ultimately decided they needed more information, and ordered a squad of their best air-charioteers to reconnoiter.

That won't end well.

Only one returned. He reported that they only made it twenty miles out of the border city of Bacchans before being attacked. He spoke of monsters and a dark sickness growing across the land before succumbing to his wounds. There was little doubt that this sudden attack soon after the falling star was a not coincidence, something deadly had come.

Hm, a meteor striking a planet hard, spreading darkness that kills and mutates and it's described as a dark sickness. Dark Magic is the pony equivalent of Phazon from the Metroid Prime series, oh god... Also, you mean was not a coincidence, not was a not coincidence.

"Father, I ask to lead this expedition. If the Empire needs protecting, it should look to me sooner than later."

He, does make a good point.

"Granted. You and Scorpan will lead."

Smart move, they are Bash Brothers.

"Your Highness? I'd like to request to be sent on this mission as well." The Moochick raised his walking stick.
"Thank you, Moochick, but I doubt you'll be able to make friends with a fallen star the way you did with that dragon." Tirek gave a condescending smile to the elf.

While rude, he makes a point, however Moochick knows more about magic then you do.

"Actually, Your Highness, I was thinking I might be able to help if magic is behind this."

Perhaps.

"Scorpan, Tirek!" They started as Scorpan's mother, Lady Arachne ran down the hall and hugged the princes. "I just heard that you are going off in the morning! Be careful, you hear me! Don't you dare do anything stupid!"

*chuckles*

"Mother...not in front of our cousins," Scorpan groaned, as Nessus and Pholus chuckled.

My Beloved Smother. Not as extreme as other cases, but still a light case.

"You watch it, Scorpy. You're not too big to put across my knee, you know," Arachne jokingly scolded.

Heh.

"Relax, Mother. We'll be fine."

I sincerely doubt it.

"Yeah." Nessus added as he leaned in his cane. "Scor-Board and Tirry here will beat whatever's out there and be back for a bacchanal."

Of course.

"Sorry we can't come with you on this one," Pholus added. "But we have duties here."

Fair enough.

"Don't be like that, Cousin!" Nessus gave him a slap on the back. "You know we keep you around for a reason!"

I'm sure you do.

"Indeed, too bad you can't come with us. If you were at our side, whatever enemy we might face wouldn't have a leg to stand on." Tirek smiled.
Nessus' smile drooped slightly at the choice of words, and the pain in his foreleg.
"Tirek!" Arachne admonished her stepson.
"Sorry, poor choice of words." Tirek smiled sheepishly.

Very poor choice of words.

"It's fine, Cuz." Nessus waved away.

At least he doesn't take it too badly.

"Eh, it's too bad. After all our sparring, I'd hoped we'd see battle together." Tirek sighed. "I wish I had gotten my hands on that assassin before he robbed you of the warrior's right to face enemies on the field."

Such a Klingon.

"So do I. Damn that satyr coward." Nessus seethed. "I wish I could raise the dead, so I could kill him myself."

Hm.

"Don't waste time thinking about that goat-legged fife-blower." Pholus patted his shoulder. "Limp or no, you can carve up a body as easily as any."

Aye.

"Well, we better get ready for tomorrow. See you all later, Scorpan, Nessus, Pholus, Mother Arachne. I have to go do something." Tirek turned and walked off alone.

To look at the night?

Scorpan knew his brother well enough to know where he would go alone at this time of night. "He's going to visit his mother's grave."

Oh.

"Poor boy." Arachne sighed, hugging Scorpan closer.

Yep.

The next day, the princes and the assembled legion stood before the Emperor for the traditional send off. Thousands of centaurs stood at attention at the city's entrance, ready to be sent off to find the danger's source.

Which won't end well.

Alongside them were another thousand non-combatant centaurs serving as medics, thousands of ponies pulling chariots and supply wagons, a full set of dragon defense ballistae, and one elf wearing armor that looked made for a child.

Useful to have not just warriors, as for the armor, it probably WAS made for a child.

"Whoa there, Lightning Strike!" Scorpan ordered as his Pegasus slowed to a trot. "What do you wanna do once at Bacchans, Tirry?"
"Get supplies and get out before the smell becomes too much."

You don't seem like a very fun person.

"Oh, come on, Tirek, it's Bacchans for crying out loud! Gambling, feasts, the best wine for miles and don't even get me started on the ladies!"
"Does nothing matter to you besides wine and women?"
"Song?"

Such a Klingon.

"Ugh, forgive me if I don't find much enjoyment in such distractions."

You are forgiven.

"I know we're on a mission, but there is such a thing as being too serious. You need to start having some fun once in a while."

He has a point, you know what they say about all work and no play and I'm talking in rhyme. Fantastic.

"I plan to have fun when we are hip deep in monsters, swords swinging into anything that moves." Tirek smiled serenely.

You sound like you'd enjoy that a bit too much my dear centaur.

"All right, that is exhilarating, but seriously, you need to unwind before we...Uh, Tirek? I think we have a problem!"
"What? ...Oh!"
Bacchans stood not half a mile before them, but there was no sign of life and any buildings still standing were in purple tinted ruins.

Oh pants. Hm, Bacchans, Bacchanalia, BACCHUS! The Roman god of wine and festivity, of course! How didn't I pick that up before?

"We'll investigate. Salvage any provisions," Tirek ordered.

I doubt there will be any.

Their investigation made clear the city died violently. The streets were littered with junk and dead bodies. A few seemed as if they but dropped dead, but most obviously met gruesome ends, and more than a few were in pieces. An attack, a riot, either looked likely. Worse, it was clear they had been dead for over a week.

That, is disturbing, not helped I'm sure by the almost unnatural silence that probably permeates the air.

The soldiers searched through the wreckage for anything worth salvaging, but bizarrely, everything was covered by strange purple ooze. It seemed to have grown over anything left open to the elements; furniture, buildings, food, tools and the myriad of bodies. Many of the slime covered corpses looked horribly deformed. Several centaurs were found with swollen body parts, or even extra parts.

Raw dark magic is so much like Phazon it's not even funny, corrupting, dark, purple, dangerous, described as a sickness, mutates living things and kills others, and toying with it never ends well.

For generations, the Great Centaur Empire had been called impregnable, the definition of strength and power. Now, thousands of Empire's citzens lay dead at their hooves. Everyone was on edge at the sight. Almost everyone. Tirek merely surveyed the ruins without a hint of horror or grief.

I think he's merely containing it all, he's stoic, but not emotionless.

After hours of searching, a scream rang through the empty city. One of the centaurs littering the ground had not been dead. The centaur writhed in agony, scratching at his skin covered in the purple muck.

One still lives, I hope they can heal him...

The centaurs held the screaming figure as the elf ran forward and whipped his hat off his head. He pulled out his mortar and pestle and began frantically mixing medicines. He tried to force the every remedy and tonic he knew down the plague ridden centaur's throat, but to no effect.

Dark magic is nothing you've ever encountered before Moochick, especially raw dark magic like this.

"This should be working! The only reason it wouldn't is...Oh no. There's no other way. Hold him tight, this is going to be difficult!"
"What are you going to do?" Tirek demanded.
The Moochick closed his eyes and concentrated. Within seconds, a small golden light appeared over his head, and when he opened his eyes, they were glowing gold. The centaurs flinched in surprise as the elf held the sides of the victim's head and both of their mouths opened. A surge of black energy billowed from the centaur's mouth into the Moochick's. As the energy drained, the purple slime slowly dried up and turned brown. The centaur went limp, as the dried remains of the plague fell away.

Moochick at the magic, that might explain how Tirek managed to do so, he learned from Moochick.

"Is...is he all right?" Scorpan asked.

Doubt it.

"Probably not, but we need to try." The Moochick sadly tilted a flask to the victim's lips.

...

"Ooooh, it's coming." The half dead centaur moaned.

That's never good.

"That's rarely a good sentence to hear. What's coming?" The Moochick asked as he prepared more medicine.

We're about to find out.

"The darkness!" He shrieked. "The darkness from the depths of chaos! The dark lady spreads her shadows and makes horrors in the gloom! It will never stop...All will die...All is lost...All...is-" The centaur gasped his last.

Like I said, this is so much like Phazon from Metroid.

The Moochick sighed. "I'm sorry. I had hoped that would work."

It's OK, you tried.

"It's called Mana Transfer." The Moochick bowed to the dead centaur with his hat in his hands.

Huh, so that's what it's called.

"Manna?" Scorpan was flabbergasted. "Um, Moochick, I've eaten manna, and that wasn't what I saw."

Not the same.

"No, no, no, mana in this case is the elf term for raw magical energy. Whenever magic is used, it's this energy being manipulated. It's everywhere, and in everything to one degree or another. It sustains life, keeps the world moving, and some have even theorized it keeps the soul in place until death."

So it's the Force.

"Wait, you sucked out his soul?!" Demanded one of the soldiers.

What? No! He's never do that!

"No! I would never do something so unnaturally despicable! The spell allows me to transfer an amount of that magic from one source to another, or disperse it into the ether. The energy I pulled out was in the purple goop on him. It's like no magic I've known before. It's powerful, but it's also...for lack of a better word, dark. It's filled with bad feelings. It's soaked in aggression, fear, and hatred and I think it passed those feelings onto those it touched."

It's like a cross between Phazon and a Hate Plague.

"The whole city is infested with it." Tirek looked around at how much of the area was covered, intrigued by the idea of this plague. "It drove these people mad, like this man."

Eeyup.

"But where did it-" The Moochick stopped as he remembered. "Wait, I recognize this. This is smoss; a fungus that grows in dark and dank areas. I've seen it plenty of times in forests. It grows so fast that, if left unchecked, it can choke out all other plants in an area and take over large sections of forests or swamps. And if this new magic has infected it..."
"How far can it spread?" Scorpan asked in dawning horror.
"Miles and miles from wherever it started. And fast! It could spread across miles in a matter of weeks or days…Oh no."

That sums it up pretty well. This really is horrific.

"The fallen star," Tirek observed.

Yep.

"We have to find that 'star' as soon as possible!" The Moochick gulped. "Or it could spread until it devours all the lands."

That would be bad.

"We need to stymie the spread." Tirek turned to the captain. "Burn the city."

WHAT?! No seriously, what?! I get that he wants to prevent the infection from spreading but WHAT THE HELL?!

"What?!" The Moochick gasped. "Your Highness, don't you think that's a little excessive?"

Very excessive.

"The magic in this fungus or algae or whatever brought this city to its knees, we can't allow it to spread further! We need to sterilize the area!" He turned back to the captain. "Burn the buildings, the plants, the animals, the bodies, everything! Burn it down and salt the earth!"

Sadly, he make a valid point.

"Well, I suppose. It's too bad there aren't any Flutterpony colonies around here."

What do they have to do with anything?

"Yes, and amazingly, when they beat their wings together, producing smoss killing antibodies whenever it invades their territory...did I missed a joke?"

Not really, Tirek and co just think you can't be serious because that sounds so pansyish. And it's HAVE I missed a joke, or did I miss a joke.

"Ponies with butterfly wings, like little fairies!" Tirek chuckled.

That beat an Eldritch Abomination that literally punched out the very thing that will kill you, albeit not permanently, and that was the equivalent of the Elements of Harmony at the time. Besides, Fairies can be badass, just look at Pokemon, a good fairy type can decimate any dragon type team.

"That's too silly even for a child's toy!" Scorpan snickered.

You enjoyed writing that, didn't you?

"Such a waste." Scorpan muttered watching a burning temple collapse.

Yep.

"Oh, don't get upset, Scorpan." Tirek sighed. "I'm sure you can find another place to debauch when we return."

True as that may be I doubt that was what he meant.

"I meant the loss of people." Scorpan growled.

See?

"If you say so."

The hell do you mean "If you say so."? This isn't Dragonball Z where death is cheaper then a pencil!

"Tirek, I'm serious! This...this is bad. Even at the war's worst, we never saw anything like this."

He's right.

"It's the way things are, Scorpan, and it's how it'll be until we change them."

What are you on about?

My night was bright with a full moon and array of stars. In the desert, there are few distractions and much untouched land to reflect the light, I am particularly beautiful.

It's easy to forget that Luna IS the Night instead of simply ruling over it.

"Beautiful night." Tirek appreciated me immensely.

At least someone did, no offense, Princess...

"Tirry, what did you mean that things will be this way until we change them?"

Not sure, but we're about to find out.

"Brother, do you know what I learned among commoners?" Tirek droned as he stared up at my stars.
"I don't know. Um...that we're not so different from them? That they need help?"

Unfortunatly not.

"No, I learned that the great and invincible empire that we were raised to believe in does not exist."

Oh my god, this again, Tirek?

"Hoo boy." Scorpan sighed. "Tirry, I know that time must have been hard, but you're probably overreacting-"

He probably is.

"I am not overreacting!" Tirek growled "And my name is Tirek, Scorpan! We may be brothers, but I've had it with that infantile nickname!"

Yeesh, someone's got a temper.

"Whoa, all right, sorry, don't get upset." Scorpan raised his talons to calm the situation.

It's not your fault, your bother's just tense, that's all.

"I already am, brother. I doubt you've seen what I have. I went to see what my subjects would be like, and what did I find? A population of whiners, slackers, traitors, drunks, sluts, morons, thieves, weaklings, and mindless sheep!"

Oh my god, you forget that they weren't all raised by royalty expecting to rule a nation, besides, they can only do so much.

"It...it can't be that bad."

I'm sure it's not.

"I saw it, Scorpan. I saw so many of them, talked with them, and even tried to connect with them. It always ended with an endless stream of petty yammering. They had no regard, no concept of being warriors, or the pride that comes with being a citizen of the Empire. Want to know truly why Bacchens' people died? They died because they weren't strong enough to fight what descended on them."

A sickness borne of magic, there was little they could do about it, you can only fight someone if they have a form you can beat up.

"Maybe they could have been more vigilant, but they were citizens of the Empire. They were our people, even if they didn't fully appreciate what an honor that is."

He's right.

"And now, they're dead. Don't fool yourself, Scorpan. Intentions do not change outcomes, morals do not keep anyone alive, and honor will never bring back the dead."

Yes, but it won't hurt you either, will it?

"Tirek, just because some don't spend every day training for battle doesn't mean they're weak. Nessus and Pholus and I have fun all the time, but we know there's a time and place for it."

Thank you Voice of Reason, I mean Scorpan.

"I would agree if the lower classes at least gave that much attention to their duties. They've grown lazy and passive, and as we've seen, an emergency occurred and they were easily crushed. And don't even get me started on how they disrespected us and our family."

Wait, what?

"Oh, they loved to talk about how Father was a fool and I was a worthy successor because I was more a fool. And you...oh, I almost killed so many of them for what they said about you."

You mean, more OF a fool. Also, were they racist? Because if so, then you'd have been in the right.

Tirek looked right in Scorpan's eyes, his face a mask of rage and shame. "They had the gall to say that you weren't truly my brother. That you could never be our father's son because you're a gargoyle."

Imma kill the f:yay:ckers.

"Now, wait a minute! I accepted a long time ago that the Great CENTAUR Empire had to be run by a centaur, but I'll be damned to Tartarus before I let anyone tell me my family isn't my family!"

YEAH! Also, your turn of phrase is interesting considering the fate Tirek suffered, sent to Tartarus.

"I had the same reaction, and I may have been in a couple brawls with the ones who pressed the matter."
"Oh, I wish I had been there with you! We'd have shown them!"

For once, I agree.

"We WILL show them. When I ascend to the throne, you and I will make sure no one ever questions the lineage or right to rule of a prince of the Empire ever again!"

Provided you don't let the power get to your head, by all means.

"Oh gracious, where is that blasted thing?" The princes jumped at the voice and found the Moochick wandering away from the camp. "It must be around here someplace! It didn't get up and walk away! ...Unless I dropped it in that hexed smoss and it gained the ability to walk. Can it do that? I sure hope not."

I'm, not sure it can do that. That's more Draconequus magic or a come to life spell then dark magic.

"Oh, I've misplaced my watch."

Ah.

"My watch. It's my own invention. It's a small clock that I keep in my pocket on a chain."

Huh, so he invented the watch, nice.

"Oh, is THAT what this is?" Scorpan pulled out a small golden disk on a chain. "Found it near the mess at dinner."
"Oh, that's it! Thank you, Your Highness!"
"Any time."

This is nice. It really is, just nice simple moments like this.

"Well, better get back. Need sort out my mushrooms."
"Preparing a spell?"
"No, I'm thinking of remodeling my house. Right now I have a Chanterelle house, but I'm thinking of changing it, maybe making it a nice little Portobello. Well, good night, Your Highnesses."

*blinks* He lived in a mushroom in G1 didn't he?

"Uh, yeah, good night." Scorpan chuckled as the elf walked off. "How can he be so clever and so loopy?"

Two words Scorpan. Pinkie Pie.

"I wonder if it's all an act to lull us into a false sense of security before he supplants Father."

Nah. He may be able to help, but he doesn't have the presence needed to rule an Empire, besides, he's more of a Merlin then a King Arthur.

"Nah, I don't think he's that devious."

Probably not.

"Appearances can be deceiving. And when the time comes, and it will, choose carefully whose side you want to be on; the loopy elf, or your brother who defended you." Tirek gave his brother a pointed look. "Well, you better head off and get some rest."

Hm, but yes, you all need to rest.

"Aren't you going to turn in too?"

Eventually.

"Hey, sure." Scorpan smirked. "I'll, uh, give you and Lady Selene some private time."
"Shut up." Tirek gave his brother a halfhearted shove.

*Chuckles* So they knew Luna by one of her middle names, nice.

"Mmm, to tell the truth, now I'm thinking of keeping my house as is. My sister always tells me that I need to trust my gut. She's right, naturally, since it's usually so loud, especially near suppertime."

I love this guy's snark.

"You have a sister?"

Aparently.

"Oh, a bit too serious, a bit too confident, and we've had our share of fights, but at heart, I know she and I will always be there for each other."

Sounds like Tirek.

"I feel the same way with my brother." Scorpan smiled at that.

Figured as uch.

"Yes, but at least you have military training for when you two disagree. I end up in an arm lock or with my face in the dirt whenever my sister thinks I'm getting too big for my britches."
"Wait, your...your sister beats you up?"
"No! She only reminds me that she COULD beat me up if she wanted to. She's the one with the army training."
"What? So, your people already let women in your army? Your sister is a soldier?!"
"She's captain of the King and Queen's personal guard."
Scorpan could have been knocked over by a falling leaf. "...I...You...What?!"

Precisely.

"A...a WOMAN was tough enough to be c-captain of your royal guard?!"

Apparently, yes.

"If she wanted to, she could probably take down six of your men by herself, unarmed." The Moochick smiled nostalgically. "And watch out if she ever did get her hands on a weapon! Ooh, she can cut through boulders like butter!"

You're not kidding are you?

"Oh my, he must be hungry." The Moochick reached into his hat and pulled out a bag of apples. "Here, let him have one of these. They'll cheer him right up."
Scorpan gave the apples to his pony, who nuzzled him affectionately in return.

Treat animals well and they'll treat you well as well. Quid pro quo I believe it's called.

"You have a fine Pegasus there, Your Highness." The Moochick smiled. "Though, I do wonder why you'd need a pegasus when you have your wings of your own."
"Why do you need an earth pony when you have legs?" Scorpan smirked in reply.
"Hehehe. Got me there!" The Moochick chuckled. "Still, he is a very nice specimen."

He has a point, he can fly, but if he can conserve his energy, it's probably for the best, but how would a centaur ride a pony, they're already half equine.

"Lightning Strike's got plenty of spirit. He fears nothing. But he's not stupid. And quite the stud." Scorpan patted his pony on the side.

So a male Rainbow Dash?

The Moochick smiled. He turned to the camp's outskirts and saw Tirek out in the dark, watching my night. "Hmmm. If you'll excuse me, Prince Scorpan, I think I'll go see your brother."
"Uh...you might want to wait until later."
"Why?"
"He's enjoying the night. He HATES being interrupted when he's enjoying the night."
"Well, I enjoy the night myself, he might like having someone to enjoy it with."
"Your funeral." Scorpan chuckled.

Hopefully not literally.

"Prince Tirek?" The elf barely got the words out before he found a sword aimed right between his eyes.
"Oh, it's you." Tirek sighed as he returned his sword to its sheath. "What do you want?"
"Your Highness, I was hoping we could talk." The Moochick smiled, as if he HADN'T had a sword shoved in his face by a centaur three times his size.

Gotta admire the guy's steel. Moochick that is, sword to the face and he doesn't even flinch.

"I'd rather watch the stars in peace, thank you."

Fair enough.

"Which are your favorite? I'm partial to the Great and Little Bear, myself."

You probably wouldn't be as partial to them if you got attacked by either.

"...You know the Ursa Major and Minor?" Tirek stared in mild surprise.
"Of course, I love astronomy." The Moochick smiled. "And, as I understand it, you are fond of nighttime."

That's one way of putting it.

"Fond? No, I'm not FOND of the night. tis LOVE." Tirek uttered seriously, his eyes never leaving my stars. "I always have. It's cool, enticing, and...mysterious."
"Why, Your Highness, you DO sound like you're in love. You may as well have described a LADY." The Moochick smiled.
"Not any lady, MY Lady. Night Goddess, Lady Selene. Oh, if she were here in the flesh, I would pledge the whole Empire to her if she would be mine."

I'm wondering if Luna was flattered or rolling her eyes if she heard which she likely did.

"That's interesting. I thought your people put your faith in the male deities."

Usually.

"I would, if the other gods were of any use to me. Helios and his sweltering sun, Poseidon and his empty seas, Bacchus and his wasteful merriment, Venus and her weak sentimentality; I find nothing in them worthy of praise."

Venus is Love, you are IN love, care to rephrase? Also, nice merging Greek and Roman mythos.

"But, I have seen you with your family in the temples plenty of times."
"Keeping up appearances. It's expected for the royal family to follow the gods' will. Once I'm crowned Emperor, I'll be free of that."

I see.

"What? You aren't going to tell me that I'll incur the gods' wrath? That I'm a blasphemer who will rot in Tartarus?"

You will end up in Tartarus eventually yes, but not due to that.

"Who am I to judge your religious beliefs?"

Yes. Just yes.

"That didn't stop you from trying to change my people's way of life."
"...Prince Tirek, are you so upset with me for advising your father?" The Moochick asked concernedly.

Yes, he thinks you're making him and the Empire pansies.

"Yes! Do you think I can't see what you're doing?"
"I think you must be seeing something I'm not, because I don't know your meaning."
"You're trying to change our society and make us weaklings like your kind!"

See?

If the Moochick was offended by the implication of his people being weaklings, he didn't show it. "That's not so, Your Highness. I'm trying to help you and your people prepare."
That got the prince's attention. "Prepare for what?"

FOR THE DEATH OF THE KING! Sorry, had to make a Lion King joke.

"Despite what you may have heard, my people aren't so connected to nature that we get notes from the powers that be telling us everything. But, for a few years now, I've had this...this feeling, call it what you will, instinct, prophecy, whatever...that SOMETHING is coming."
"What is coming?"
"Change."

Change eh?

Tirek scoffed. "Change? All you have is some vague idea that things will change?"

Not change, Change.

"No, not change as in my milk will be delivered on different days. This is change as in...well, as in the dragons uniting under their parent gods."

That might end badly...

"Before you ask, Prince Tirek, no, I did not know that was going to happen. Something will cause a change, not only for your people and mine, but possibly for the entire world. I've been trying to help your people prepare for that change, because I believe your people, and you especially, Prince Tirek, will play a large part in it."

How so? Also, "You are a Prince, you'll play your part." (I regret nothing)

"Then...then, why these new laws that encourage weakness?"

Not weakness, he's trying to help you become a bit more civilized instead of simply warriors.

(I've run out of space, so I'm going to have to continue this in another play by play comment.)

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