• Published 17th Jun 2016
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The Storyteller - Wonder



Gather round young ones. I shall tell you the tail of how we humans fell from grace and how the new world was born from the ashes.

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The Fall

Personal Log- Entry 1
The world wasn't always like this. We didn't truly have peace like these creatures do. Our world wasn't beautiful like this one. We didn't nurture it. We murdered it. Where you now see fields of green and ancient forest were once endless expanses of concrete and steel. My people had a thirst for growth that could not be quenched and a lust for power that would not be tamed. We were naive, foolish even. We were blinded by our own pursuits. We had intelligence but we lacked wisdom. We had health but we wanted immortality. No matter how much we grew or how much we learned, we were never content. This ultimately led to our downfall.

I was a but a child when the federation was born. I celebrated like everyone else at the peace our race had achieved. All countries unified under one banner, one goal and one belief. To strive forward and make the world a better place. To many it was a dream come true.

With the resources of the world focused on a single achievable goal we flourished. It was only a year later that the Eden project began. Imagine a device that could restore the vegetation and clean the rivers. Bring back life to our dying world. It was our first triumph. Unfortunately on the day it was to be activated, something went wrong. Many lives were lost. While Eden did it's job, it did so at a cost. It didn't restore, it terraformed. seventy-three million lives were extinguished in moments. The entire City of Everfree was destroyed. The project was shut down and its activation was postponed. Indefinitely.

We mourned the dead, sealed off the sector and moved on with our lives.

Our next breakthrough came about only a few years later. For centuries our need for electricity had been destroying the planet. We had all but run out of coal to burn and fossil fuel was now a rarity. If we couldn't restore the world we would work on way to prevent further damage. From this idea the Ion project was born. There were a few setbacks along the way but eventually we succeeded. The first Ion core was completed when I was nearly a man. Many years of research in one small capsule. Completely Eco friendly. No emissions of any kind. It was our races salvation. After that things moved quickly.

Transportation was improved upon vastly. Flying cars became a reality. Roads were all but forgotten now that we had the sky. If we needed power, Ion provided. Some resisted the idea but they were few in number. Ion was our savior and some believed it literally.

For a time there was peace but even then we were not happy. We would squabble like children and the anger built up over time into rage. Only one thing came from our rage. Fire. A fire that consumed the whole world. One of the member nations sought to harness the power of Ion for their own gain. From it they devised weapons of wars. Tanks that could turn invisible and strike when you least expected. Suits that could withstand the blast of an atom bomb. Guns that could turn men into ash. Bombs that could erase a city from existence. The federation caught wind of their schemes and took action, but it was too late. War broke out.

The newly created empire rose against use. We retaliated with our own weapons. The world suffered the most from our war. We left scars on the planet that would never heal. Both sides were losing and it seemed that we would all die for our crimes. I was with my father when the sirens sounded. I knew what was to come and I was scared.

My father, a scientist of the federation, took me to his lab. He was frantic, talking about it being the only way. I didn't know why at the time but he commanded me to enter a pod. I didn't understand what it was but he seemed desperate. I obeyed. Looking back I wish I hadn't. He sealed me inside and the last thing I saw was a bright light and the city was turned to ash and the smile of my father, knowing he had saved his son.

I do not know how long I was asleep. I cannot even begin to guess. But my awakening was not pleasant. When the pod opened all I did was cry. I didn't even acknowledge the world around me. The new creatures that inhabited this world of mine tended to me like they would a child. I may as well have been a child. Many days later I came to bearings with my new world. Against all odds life had found a way. I can only guess as to how but civilization was reborn. But humans were gone.

Though they do not speak in a language I can understand, the ponies here are intelligent. They have become the dominant species through their mutations. Some have abilities that I can only explain as magic. Others have the ability to fly. The rest seem rather plain but display immense levels of strength. They are doing well for themselves. The one I assume is their leader has taken me under her wing, sometimes literally. She seems rather intrigued with me. She attempts communication but only visual communication seems effective.

I do feel lonely on this world but I find comfort in the actions of my... friends, I guess you could call them. Seems wrong to call them pets. They are, after all, the dominant species.

I hope that these logs won't simply serve as a hobby but as reminder. Maybe one day these ponies will learn to translate this or maybe even another human may one day appear in circumstances similar to mine and read this. If either is to happen, then I now address this to you. Do not seek power you cannot control. It will ultimately destroy you, like it did us. Do not make the same mistakes as us.

I wish I could write more but the purple one seems to be wanting my attention. Until next time.

Author's Note:

...Alrighty then. I guess that happened. Ladies and gentlemen, this is what happens when you let an idea go to your head. Not sure if this counts as a first person story or not.