The Shovel
"And what about this one?" The filly bounced down the halls gleefully as her mentor followed calmly behind. Each of the different murals she had seen held a story and her teacher had told her about them all. Well, most of them.
"Ah, this one." Her mentor seemed to shiver as she looked up at the glass. Memories she'd wished could be forgotten suddenly returning while she reluctantly thought best on how to phrase them.
"Long ago, only a few hundred years after the foundation of Equestria, a mysterious being appeared deep within the Everfree." A wing pulled the filly closer, though whether it was for her comfort or her mentors, neither of them could tell.
"Back then ponies were much simpler, and before then we had never known what a single being could be capable of..." She held back a tear as her eyes moved further up the mural.
"This, stranger, committed a terrible crime, and because of that a new visitor came to Equestria. She saw what he had done and she locked him away, leaving us with only a few words and a name." Though her smile had never left her, it seemed that now was the only time it became real.
"Who was she? And what did she say?" The foal had only become more curious as her teachers short story continued.
Her mentor looked to the top of the mural, the figure adorning it almost seemed menacing as it stood above the lower one. "She only told us, Dissy will probably let him out anyway', and her name was The N-"
Princess Celestia, diarch of Equestria, quietly sighed as she forwent old memories. They were only recent for her, but in the eyes of her ponies each day was as meaningful as the last. Still, she couldn't help as her smile faded somewhat. The mural she stared up at looming over her like a burden of the past, now becoming a stake to the heart at her recent discovery.
At the bottom of the mural stood a dark bipedal figure, face hidden under his cloak as the countless faded skeletons of his victims littered scenery around him. As the bottom faded to the top however, the scenery became much brighter. Wings of purple easily blinding out the bottom figures wings of darkness as the top figures arms crossed in the air above him, each hand holding onto an identical sword.
While the bottom figure's features lay mostly hidden, the tops were almost clear as day. Her hair was a jet-black as it fell just past her shoulders, her skin an earthy pink and her eyes a piercing blue as they stared gently down at the bottom figure. No matter how many years went by, Celestia felt she could never forget her.
It was with these memories in mind that she turned and headed up towards her room. She triple-locked and made sure to cast as many soundproofing spells as possible before she felt she would be in total privacy. She let her curtains block out the windows and lit a few candles around the room before tilting a framed picture of her and Twilight slightly to the left.
A hole appeared in one of the walls stones and she carefully slid her horn inside before casting approximately thirty seven spells in a certain order. Large sections of the wall began to rearrange into a hole containing one box and one large, chocolate, three-tiered buttercream cake.
Now, here is where it gets confusing. Don't blame me, blame mysterious other authors #1 and #2.
Celestia calmly floated the cake out of the hole and onto her bed while pulling out the box and carefully opening it. She lay the lid down to the side before floating out the waffle-iron inside. Placing it onto her dresser, she took a few moments to compose herself as she went over the ritual in her mind.
Don't say I didn't warn you.
Once she believed herself completely and utterly prepared for it, she focused her magic onto her favorite gramophone, carefully lifting the needle as she replaced the vinyl on it for one labeled Symphony 9 - Beethoven. The initial bump gave way to the gentle picking up of the instruments while she gently picked up a piece of cake.
As the music came to a crescendo she slowly levitated herself around and onto the roof, piece of cake floating nearby as she calmly stood on her hind legs. Her forelimbs crossed over in front of her as the music began to pick up and she began to bite into the cake. At once the music reached a peak and she took greedy bites of the cake, unable to savor them as she began hopping forward, doing what was apparently called 'Gangnam Style'.
Three pieces of cake later, plenty of hoof-prints on the ceiling, and the music reaching the midway point, she finally heard a loud ding as the waffle-iron opened. She almost collapsed as she returned to normal gravity and finished off the cake in one fell swoop. Making sure to pull the pin off the gramophone, she lifted open the waffle-iron and pulled out the freshly baked cheese toasted sandwich from within and held it to her ear.
She almost sounded desperate as she spoke into it, having long gotten over the absurdity of the ritual. "Hello, is this The Nightingale?"
A loud, slightly creepy voice sounded out a reply while she absently packed the record away. "Well, could you please put me through to her?"
It wasn't her fault she sounded slightly disgusted, the one on the other end of the phone just sounded so.... odd. Her expressions only changed minutely as she heard the sounds of a scuffle on the other end of the cheese-toasty, ranging from confusion to apprehension before she reluctantly said once more, "Hello, is this The Nightingale?"
The perfectly made sandwich gave an affirmative.
“Thank harmony, after all these years I was hoping I hadn’t forgotten how to call you.” She let out a sigh of relief before her tone became more curious, “Who was that anyway?”
A few moments of silence kept on as only Celestia could hear those on the other end, one of them occasionally trying to annoy the other.
“...Well alright then. Back to the matter at hoof though…” She put on a more serious expression as she moved to the window, pulling the curtains aside and gazing worriedly down towards Ponyville before turning towards the Canterlot Gardens, and the now empty pedestal that stood there. “...Malthael has escaped. And just as you had said, Discord was behind it.”
She focused down towards the few tourists who had decided to tour the gardens, no doubt wondering about the pedestal and the ring of crabs surrounding it. Obviously, she couldn't risk anything until she was sure they were safe. A slightly worried chuckle escaped her as she replied to the ol' burned bread with cheese, “A little hard to now that my student and her friends have returned him to stone. As for Malthael however, so far my sister and I have gotten no news, though we doubt he is up to anything good.”
The answer she got while both almost inspiring, also filled her with mild agitation that she couldn't ignore. “Whether he chose to or not, that monster can never be forgiven for what he’s done.” Disgust rang out in her voice as she reflected on what he'd done. “Were it not for you, he may have finished what he started a thousand years ago.”
Celestia looked slightly fearful as the baked dough and dairy lectured her before she looked once more to her subjects and remembered her duties. "Very well, and if I do not accept him?"
She had known of course, what the being on the other end could be capable of. It was with these thoughts that she hid her worry behind a brave façade. “Very well. My sister and I will just have to see him for ourselves. But what do you mean by a lett-” There was a small flash of light as a letter, unmistakably one of Twilight's, appeared in front of her and she swiftly caught it. “Oh.”
Reading over it as she listened her expression remained featureless. The letter told her that a 'mysterious being called Malthael' had appeared at Sweet Apple Acres, asking for a job of all things. This was most likely a ploy, but she had to judge that for herself. Her usual smile returned as she rolled the letter up and placed it down on the dresser, taking out a blank parchment as she quickly wrote and sent a letter to her sister.
“Then I hope I do not disappoint.”
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I applaud the absurdity of this.
i like this story so far, i don't care if you're doing that villain in equestria ( at least that is what i currently think you're doing ), just please don't make it a cookie cutter one, have some spunk, have some sass, have some
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Less of a Villain in Equestria and more of a Farmer in Equestria who also happens to be the angel of death.
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Then plez don't just post the whole thing or at least use the spoiler censor so other people can be surprised by it. Also blame the other two.
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So who the other author that you collaborate?
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If I tell you it'll give away the surprise. So if'n ya can't figure it out you'll just have ta wait sorry.
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Tool list.
Hoe - (A hand tool)
Corn sickel/knife - Cut corn.
Flail - Antique tool for threshing grain.
Scythe - Antique tool for cutting crops.
potato fork - used for digging up potatoes.
Planter - A tool for planting seeds at precise intervals. High precision, but has a high maintenance cost.
Seeder - A tool for planting seeds. Has low precision, but has lower maintenance cost. Used for crops like wheat and other high population crops where there is little to no spacing between seeds.
Disk - Similar to a plow, except it doesn't go as deep.
Chisel - Sometimes used to break up clods of dirt after using a disk.
Sprayer - used to spray liquid fertilizer, herbicide, and pesticides on crops.
Solid Spreader - used to spread solid fertilizer or lime onto a field.
Combine - modern day device of harvesting crops. Combines harvesting and threshing into one device.
Grain cart - used to get grain from the combine, to the trucks at the edge of a field. Pulled by a tractor.
Grain Truck - Takes grain from the field to wherever (Grain bins or to an elevator to be sold)
Tractor - pulls stuff, powers stuff.
Grainery - A room or building used to store grain. Was replaced by grain bins after the 1950's.
Grain bins - Store grain inside them to sell or plant latter.
Auger - used for moving grain into and out of bins.
Stir auger - used for stiring grain inside a grain bin.
Grain shovel - used for moving grain, wherever. Before augers, this was the only way to move grain. They would have to shovel the grain out of wagons into a granery. Or vice versa. Now it is mostly used for cleaning up spills and grain bins.
Hay related tools.
Mower - Cut the hay.
Wheel rake - moves cut hay into a pile that a haybaler can pick up. Antiques are livestock powered.
Windrower - does the job of the mower and the wheel rake in one device. Requires an engine.
Hay baler - Coverts loose hay into compact hay bales. All the ones humans used require an engine. Before then, it had to be stored in loose form.
Pitchfork - used for moving loose hay around.
Pasture tools.
Fence pliers - Used for fixing wire fences.
Wire stretcher - used for fixing broken wires on a wire fence.
Fence posts - what wires are attached to. Hedge wood, stone are the two traditional materials used.
Axe - use for cutting down volunteer trees.
Spade - use for digging certain invasive weeds in a pasture.
I'll come back latter and see if I can come up with more ideas. If you have any questions, go ahead and ask.
What the suck just happened, and why do I like it so much?
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OPPA GANGNAM STYLE!
5655495 Good. I like the concept of a Slice of Life-oriented Displaced. It's too original to pass up. Death, becoming a simple farmer. Hey, wait a minute…
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Is this what you were going for? Well, either way, I don't care. It's good enough for me.
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Cheers.
I... I have no idea what happened... why was Celestia talking to herself while eating a toasted cheese sandwich and then recoiling in fear at the cheese?
I don't mind displaced stories in fact i like the idea of random characters appearing in equestria and how they would impact the world! What i completely despise of these stories is the fact the characters are not them selves. For example, in this story the angel of death has been re-awoken in the world of equestria and has complete power of death but hes out being kind and getting a job. so overall what i hate about displaced stories is the person in them only gets the looks and powers of their character where i would prefer if they actually became that character.
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Isn't that a different kind of "displaced" story? I know of two.theres this kind where someone dresses up to cosplay as said character and turns into them but is still them, and then there's the kind where said character gets sent to Equestria from there own world.
Though I'm sure there are stories where the cosplayer acts or becomes said character as well.
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fear the cheese. Fear it!