92- Dvapara Yuga
The corpse stared at me through eyeless sockets.
It whispered to me. Indecipherable messages, muttered almost imperceptibly. When I blinked, I swore I saw the skeleton’s head turn towards me, but it did not move an inch. This meager pile of metal scraps and bone shards scared me to my core.
“Anyone else seeing… that?”
“Seeing what, sir?”
“The… skeleton.”
Four moved between me and the skeleton and examined it magically. From his horn, beams of colored light slowly moved over the skeleton. Then, the spells shut off and Four shook his head.
“Not scanning anything, sir. As far as I can tell, nothing there has been alive in the past five centuries, at least. Nothing magical, neither. I suspect they might have been equipped with magical gear, but any enchantment has faded with time.”
There was still something more to the ancient body. Something I knew was there and wouldn’t be picked up. I felt it pulling on my Weave, asking me to come closer.
“I can hear it whispering to me through my Weave. I… I want to touch it.”
“That’s a bad idea,” One told me.
“A very bad idea,” Two agreed.
I hesitated, “I mean, you’re probably right, but… I still think I should touch it.”
One facehooved, “And why is it that you want to touch the spooky skeleton?”
I concentrated hard on listening to the quiet whispers emanating from the skeleton’s skull. They were hard to pick up and discern from the almost inaudible hum of the artificial sun, they were so quiet.
I scrapped a hoof against the ground, not looking away from the skeleton, “I… I think I can hear a conversation or something. Listen, I know touching the creepy thing is always a bad idea and in horror mov– in horror novels it gets people killed, but I don’t think it will hurt us here. I think that this is a good idea.”
“Sir, I think you are being influenced by the creepy skeleton, possibly related to that sickness of the mind stuff” One said. “All in favor of not poking the corpse?”
“Aye,” all four changelings agreed at once.
“That’s that, then. C’mon sir, you need to step away from the–”
I teleported past Four and stretched out a hoof, brushing it gently against the changeling skeleton’s skull. At once, the changelings leapt at me.
“No! Get away from–”
“–the city at once!”
‘What the?! Where am I?!’
All around me, changelings were rushing past. The changelings rushing past carried their lives on their backs; packs filled to the brim with whatever they could stuff into it from their homes. I however, stood in formation behind Prince Carotid. We were in an open forum, one that I had seen from the balcony at the entrance to the city. In fact, I knew that if I turned around, I could see the balcony directly behind me. However, I could not move.
Ahead of me, the Third Hive in its entirety stood underneath the artificial sun. Towers rose up, high into the air. In the future, they would be nothing but rubble, but now I could see their expertly crafted architecture and priceless decorations glistening in the underground sunlight. Several of them were damaged, and a few were smoking.
‘Am I seeing the past? How do I know who that changeling is?’
I was looking at the Prince. As he hovered up in the air, directing the lines of traffic that were rushing towards the exit both on the ground and through the air, I admired his armor. It was far beyond anything I had ever seen before. Adamantium mana-forged, enchanted through countless rituals, and blessed by Panar herself. It was one of the greatest relics that still existed from the Second Hive.
The heavy green armor conformed to the Prince’s body perfectly, as it was designed to. His body that was visible between the pieces of armor lacked any visible holes, I noted. A light blue mane flowed behind him as he bobbed up and down in the air.
“Keep moving! Do not stop! Do not go back! Keep moving! Submit to examinations without protest!” The Prince shouted.
Fear was in the air. Changelings couldn’t detect each other’s emotions, but there was no need. It was written on everyone’s faces. It was shown clearly on everyone’s rapid pace. The rapid fire conversations the drones were having with each other created an atmosphere that made me almost tired to be a part of, let alone do any activity other than panic. Bodies were pressed together. Fearful glances backwards broke the sea of forward-facing changelings.
The fact that there were distant screams in the air certainly fueled the fire.
“Recite your prayers! Keep faith in Panar, and harden your hearts! Keep moving, and do not look back! If you see infection, do not stay silent!”
A fleeing changeling bumped into the Prince, causing him to spin around. He saw me and we locked eyes. Prince Carotid finally flew back to our formation. Though I couldn’t see the others, I knew twenty-nine other Royal Guards stood beside and around me.
“Officer Mosquito, where are the rest of your lings?” He asked me.
“Holding the line, My Prince!” I responded verbally.
‘I am watching all this from Officer Mosquito’s perspective? Every action I am doing right now, every word I am saying, it was him doing it. Over two thousand years ago... Was he…. He’s the dead changeling I touched, isn’t he?’
“Why aren’t you with them?”
“I am ordered to watch over you personally, My Prince!”
Prince Carotid dropped down and landed right in front of me. The changelings rushing around us made a little space for him as he dropped to the ground. Several glanced our way, but the changelings still continued on their pressed stampede for the exit behind us.
“Who ordered that?! We need everyone we can to hold the line!”
“The Prophet, Your Highness!” I, or Officer Mosquito, told him.
“The Prophet?!” Carotid nearly screamed as he grabbed my shoulders and shook me. “And you listened to him?! Who the fuck do you think started all of this! Get to the lines, now! We’re dying by the thousands out here, we need time! Get us that damned time, soldier!”
I gripped my helmet with a hoof, steadying it after the Prince nearly shook it off.
“I know, My Prince! That was before he fell, My Prince. He commanded me to make sure that there is a leader should anything happen to him. That was the standard protocol. I was commanded to be your retainer, sir!”
Prince Carotid got up into my face and yelled at me.
“And I’m commanding you to die for your Hive, Officer Mosquito!”
I grimaced, “With respect, My Prince, I cannot do that. The changelings need someone to lead them. With the Great Prophet now… You are all we have left.”
“What of my brothers and sisters, and their nymphs?”
“The Sanctuary Of The Golden Sepulchre was the second place to fall, My Prince, right after the High Alter itself.”
“The Sanctuary was not evacuated?”
“We tried, My Prince. Noling survived. They were all slaughtered by the Prophet himself.”
Prince Carotid started, and gaped. He tried to say something, but was interrupted by a changeling flying up behind him.
“My Prince!”
The Prince’s eyes widened and he spun around, “Acolyte Millipede! I thought… you were with The Prophet! I thought you were surely dead!”
The Acolyte, a female changeling dressed in a black robe and cowl, shook her concealed head.
“I respectfully declined his offer of death, My Prince. That is to say, I ran when things went south.”
Prince Carotid chuckled, “You were always quick on your hooves. What happened up there?”
“It was the Prophet. He… He emerged from the Ascension Chamber, and we all knew immediately that something was wrong. His eyes, they were pitch black and leaking. When I saw that, I just started running, and didn’t look back. I got out just as the screaming started. You talked to him last before he went in there, did he tell you what he was going to do?”
“He did. He–”
The distant thunder of a collapsing tower interrupted the conversation.
“This is not a conversation we can have,” the Prince said regretfully. “We must do as Panarthropo ordains we must. That means you must go with the survivors.”
I watched in silence as the two changelings talked, “You imply that you are not coming with, My Prince.”
“That is so.”
“No. I– No. You’re coming too, Carotid.”
“Millipede,” Prince Carotid sighed, “I will try to, but you know what’s coming. You saw it start, at the heart of it all, didn’t you? There’s no escaping that, not really. I will attempt to evacuate if I can, but my first priority is the survival of the Hive Eternal as a whole: the survival of the changeling race. If I am to die here in the Third Hive in defense of what I believe to be just and right, then that is Panar’s will. It will be an honor beyond honors to serve at her command. But this is not your grave, little one.” Prince Carotid brushed a hoof along Acolyte Millipede’s head, pushing the black hood down, revealing a changeling royal with bright yellow coloring. “You cannot die here as an Acolyte, my daughter. The changelings need a leader, and if I am destined to lay down all that I have here, then that leader must be you.”
“But I’m not ready!” She protested.
“Noling ever is. Millipede, Acolyte of the Third Hive, faithful follower of the Hive Eternal. The Third Hive now stands to fall, and a royal must rise to accept the mantle of Protector of the Hive Eternal. Do you accept this mantle?”
“I do,” Acolyte Millipede says softly, almost too softly to hear over the rushing crowd. Several changelings tried to stop to watch what was going on, but they were quickly pressed forward by the lings behind them.
“Do you swear to uphold the tenets of the one true faith, the word of Panarthropo, The Great Weaver?”
“I do.”
“Do you swear to execute Panarthropo’s will here on the Great Tapestry, as those before you failed to?”
“I do.”
“Do you swear by the Nine Threads to protect the changelings, and guide them to a new home?”
“I do.”
“Will you remember the lessons of the First Hive, and cast out the failures of the Second?”
“I do, now more then ever, as blood is spilling for that failure as we speak.”
“Then arise, Millipede, not as Acolyte of the Third Hive, but as Queen Regnant of the Hive Eternal. Should I survive this trial that Panar puts before us, I shall relieve you of your vigil. Should I fall here, it will fall to you to guide our people to a new home and establish a Fourth Hive. There is no time to stand on ceremony, to fast and feast. Pray on your way, and go as fast as your wings can carry you!”
Prince Carotid nearly flung her away as he pushed her towards the exit.
“If I do not see you again, I shall look for you in the Ninth Hall, father!”
“Do not rush to see me. Now go, Panar wills it! And you, Officer Mosquito!” He pointed a hoof at me, or again, Officer Mosquito, “I charge you with seeing Queen Millipede out of here! Upon her shoulders, the fate of our kind lies. No cost too great. No price too high. Every life save hers is nought in the face of this apocalypse. Protect her, or all is lost!”
I saluted, “As Panar wills it! Guards, with me! Safeguard the Queen!”
As one, the Royal Guards about-faced, lifted off from the ground, and took off after Queen Millipede. Officer Mosquito looked back one last time, allowing me to see Prince Carotid’s glittering armored form shrink in size as they flew towards the exit.
Everything went dark.
“–not waking up! We need to get him topside, and if necessary, back to base!”
“What if we’re risking bringing something back with us?”
“You’re suggesting we leave him here, to die?!”
"I'm suggesting we find out what we're dealing with before we bring back some ancient disease that kills everyone!"
Changelings were arguing around me. My head was between someone’s hooves as I laid on my back on the stone floor. I blinked my eyes open and saw One staring down at me with a very concerned look.
“My King?” He asked.
At once, every changeling stopped arguing and rushed over to me. All of them stared down at me. Two of them glanced back towards the entrance but turned back to me when I tried to speak but coughed instead. My mouth and throat were suddenly dry. I mouthed the word ‘water’ before I realized I had another way to communicate.
“Water,” I asked over the Weave.
One fumbled with his saddlebags and nearly ripped out everything when he tried to get to his canteen. He held it out with a trembling hoof.
“Here, sir!”
I took it, uncorked the top, and guzzled greedily from the cold canteen. I coughed again and spilled some of the ice cold liquid onto my chest and neck, but I continued drinking until I could no more.
“Are you okay, sir?” One asked me, quietly.
I coughed lightly again and put the cork back into the mouth of the canteen, then nodded.
Two pushed himself to the front of the group around me, “What happened? You just teleported around us, touched that thing, then… then you collapsed, sir. We were worried we lost you!”
“How long was I out?”
“Five minutes? Ten?” Two wondered.
“Too long,” One summarized. “What the hell were you thinking?”
I gave him a tired smile, “We wanted to know what happened here, and I somehow knew that touching the corpse of that changeling would help. I… don’t know how I knew, I just did. Something with my Weave…”
“And what happened after you touched it?” One pressed.
“I saw a vision. It was from that dead changeling’s point of view. I saw the evacuation of the hive. Mentions of infection, lots of religious tones, and I saw two changeling royals, with talk of a lot more. One of them was wearing a suit of armor. Pure adamantium and forged in ancient processes and forges long since lost. I want that armor, One. I need that armor. This is what we came here for, I know it. We need to find where that Prince went. We need to follow where my Weave takes me, because I think this place wants me to know what happened.”
‘Officer Mosquito died here. Something must have caused him to stay behind and protect the rearguard of the evacuation.’
“You’ve got a death wish, sir,” One muttered. “Next time you’re going to poke the scary corpse that’s speaking to you through your mind, warn us. Please, sir? I don’t think anyone knows what we’ll do if we lose you…”
The rest of the changelings nodded slowly.
“Hey, stop looking so sad. I’m not going to die anytime soon. I’ve done that already, and let me tell you, I recommend living.”
They were puzzled at that. I didn’t explain further, and they each probably came to the conclusion that I was talking about the whole ‘near-death experience after the fight with Chrysalis’ thing.
But I was talking about the real deal.
‘I need that armor. Officer Mosquito knew a lot about it, thanks to his position within the changeling Royal Guard. That armor ticked off every MacGuffin requirement box. I need it, as well as anything else I can find in this entombed city.’
That thought made me ponder just what was said during that vision.
“The ruler of this dead city, the Prophet, seems to have been patient zero for whatever infection felled this place. Which means that if we want to learn what happened here, we’re going to have to find where it all started. Three places called the Sanctuary of the Golden Sepulchre, The High Alter, and the Ascension Chamber.”
A shiver went up my spine.
“An Ascension Chamber. Again. Help me to my hooves, before the dread kills me before we even get there."
As One helped me up, Four spoke softly, "Sir? We might have a... problem. I think someone is following us."
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Let's see what happens. Also nice try updating at 5 in the morning trying to get this past me. I am always watching.
Nice
calling it that phas is gonna tell daring not to wreck the place like tresure hunters do
Well, at least now we have a specific thing to gun for. I wonder what role will Daring play in this, and what will happen to the ruin when Phasma and his entourage leave. I can't imagine Phas being okay with ponies just sifting through a changeling hive unsupervised.
Millipede. Possible Chrysalis's mother or grandmother?
I'm thinking Phasma's going to find something that should not ever been known either to changelings or ponies. He might destroy the place.
Would you like to know more?
The Dvapara Yuga (a.k.a. Dwapara Yuga), in Hinduism, is the third and third best of the four yugas (world ages) in a Yuga Cycle, preceded by Treta Yuga and followed by Kali Yuga.[1][2]
According to the Puranas, this yuga ended when Krishna returned to his eternal abode of Vaikuntha.[3] According to the Bhagavata Purana, the Dvapara Yuga lasts for 864,000 years or 2400 divine years.
If Phasma catches Daring Do he's going to have to pod or brainwash her so she'll stay put until after the grand galloping gala. By now she'll have caught up with them and heard too much to be let go. One called Phasma "King" out loud. Phasma talked about changeling royals, the Weave and adamantium armor out loud. And who knows what else the rest of them were yelling about while Phasma was unconscious.
Also it wouldn't surprise me in the slightest if that Prophet guy is still alive down there. For all we know he could be a necromancer and have an army of skeletal changelings waiting for them.
The Sunday is saved by this GLORIOUS update ♡
And here. We. Go.
Someone is just going to have to keep a hoof on Phas at all times, to prevent spontaneous acts of stupid.
Edit: is there fanart for Phasma vs Chrysalis somewhere I missed? The poll mentions coloring it, does that mean the line-art is already done?
Now for the 2 plus day wait to see how it's going to go
Mind blowing! I wonder what it was... 'The last of us' Fungi infection or something in the Weave? Perhaps a failed ritual ? Or something entire different happend wile the circustances covered it up...
I wonder if a reformed Discord could play history teacher! ♡
ah yes let go to ground zero, that not stupid at all
Careful Phasma, or you might end up getting Wrong Genre Savvytm.
Sounds like the Prophet, whoever they were, tried to hijack the ascension for themselves and suffered some form of backlash that spread exceedingly quickly.
Phas must mention Indiana Jones or I rio
Once again, I'd love to see Princess Procho and her friends in their journey to the Underhive.
Edit: Just realised that The First Fang is already an option in the poll so I'll edit it out. I still stand by my words on Princess Procho though.
Through
so now we know of a armor that will help just a tiny bit.
the search is on.
and there pony tail is still with them , some how i think this is going to be a good thing.
This whole situation reminds me of the infection from Hollow Knight. Just black instead of sick orange.
So saddening to see a race in its prime reduced to a starved "nation" of scavengers led by a ego maniac.
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Its 11:00 in germany. I liked that time for a update
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Aaaa that cliche... Priceless indeed. Also destroying the City might set the danger in it free...
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Indeed. He better informs em that the antic disease is still activ. Bearly but it better be left for another centurie to be on the same side ( of course only so he can take it over himself ones Daybreaker is gone and they can actually get Lunas support to investigate the City. Elimination of the problem and the restoration shortly after.
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I agree and like the first part, but the rest i disagree with. Its Celestia style to lock away problems and Sombra, Tirek etc is the result. Its high time to terminate the treat. Not yet, mind you , but within the next years!
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Interessting to read, but i seem to really miss the meaning behind it
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She would be a great asset. I would recommend to try get her as partner for future restoration. If she declines? Keep her on a tight lease and before they exit the main gate go for you'r suggestion.
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Not really stupid, but hes mind is sure open, do to lack of Weave managment training...
I love to see Phasmatodea become King ♡
10849234
You mean the voting poll?
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Its dangerous... but Celestia is the perfect example why leaving things alone until the jump on your face on there own is a really bad idea...
Better to meet it on ones own terms than theres...
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Nice... Can you explain it to me? I lack the context to get that one...
Phasma connects to Prince Carotid.
Prince Carotid roasts Phasma.
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im hopeing he might still be alive. phas has his hive family but a blood family memebr he might actualy like might be nice
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I know, but the whole wiki page is chalk full of religious terminology, so no matter which part I take it boils down to "read the whole bit".
In connection to the story though: Dvapara Yuga, the best of the three ages, is the equivalent of the best age of Changelings that we were viewing from Mosquito's perspective... Despite its rapid fall.
Edited because I'm an idiot.
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I only knew these names from Soul Calibur (the original Soul Blade didn't have them).
Kkslider fist off fuck you for that cliff hanger. It's not as bad as most but still. Also thank you for making an amazing story. I check the site every day hoping that there is an update. I literally can't start a new story untell you either finish this or get to like a slow part but even then I still look forward to it cuz your stories are interesting even in those little slow conversations are interesting if we don't get slow conversations we get Luna and phasma being fucking adorable. You are the reason I can't enjoy reading any other book or story right know that's how good this is. So thank you and also fuck you for making me this way
Well this is a nice chapter and again here's hoping they decide to talk things out and convince Daring Do of how far Daybreaker is falling.
If you are leaving tracks, you are being followed...
Holy shit holy shit holy shit I’m SO FUCKING EXCITED WOOOOOOOOOOOO
would it not be the perfect kick in the balls to realize that every hive NEEDS an ascension chamber? his mom just used a bit more science when doing it.
Traveling through a city of death, looking for it's secrets. What a somber feeling.
Thats a MacGuffin alright.
But great chapter. Getting Prince of Egypt-esque vibes from the flashback.
Hmmmm I wonder if that's daring do following them or some sort of undead/infected changeling because they aren't exactly being quiet
Also im getting some Anakin Slaughtered the younglings vibes
from The Sanctuary Of The Golden Sepulchre and the prophet killing them all
His eyes were leaking something his pupils were gone sounds like hes gone to the dark side literally
And "Hold the line?" that means there is something attacking the changelings so there might be some biological Monstrosities down there
(Decided to condense 3 comments into one)
This story is Extremely good
So they poked through the veil and something came back. Really, they got terribly lucky they got Phasma this time around...
Daring is going to have to be quite creative on how she writes this adventure...
Oh.....So he become a goth? xD
But for real I saw many times these kinds of eyes used in horrors, It's always something bad
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Third best of the four ages. That means it's the second-worst.
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Wow! That's some really high praise! Thanks, and remember; you can't leave, you're here forever!
Oh, they actually noticed Daring. I suppose that makes sense when they can sense emotion, but I was kinda expecting Daring to run into them ngl.
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As I've stated, I'm an idiot. Don't like to edit comments thought, they work better as a warning to myself.
On another note, the effort you put into these Titels and connecting them to the story itself is truly praiseworthy. So, yeh, amazing.
These "older is better" tropes are a bit of a pet peeve of mine and just make me roll my eyes.
Technology Marches On and even what was lost is reinvented.
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Unless, you know, there's a reason for the regression.
But I mean, humanity totally moved forward after the fall of the Roman Empire, right? The Bronze Age Collapse was a good thing, right? Society and technology never regressed, after all.
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I will praise those who I see to be praise worthy because if I voice it they deserve it
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You got to remember that the changelings have gone from hive to Hive losing many things and they're moving of hives and people so not all the technology survived and going through four different hives now on the 5th they would be looking for things that were made in the past cuz they need to build back up having something from the past will help them move forward and also the first and second Hive we're probably more advanced
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Literal civilization-ending plagues tend to regress society. Same would happen with civilization-ending nuclear exchanges, or civilization-ending anything. The fact that they lost a ton of knowledge is to be expected when they had to leave behind a ton of stuff and huge numbers of people (with knowledge not in books) died without passing on their know-how.
Did you know that the Saturn V rocket is effectively unbuildable today because the engineers involved in the project ordered tiny changes directly to the welders and fabricators and didn't write those corrections down? We would need to develop those corrections all over again if we wanted to build another in the same way. And that was only ~50 years ago, not a millennium, and didn't experience a civilization-ending incident between then and now.
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Only if the parts to reconstruct it are found.
We constantly lose scraps of what we could do- it's just that modern society doesn't find them critical, like how Tiffany made their glass, or the original recipe for Greek Fire. A full collapse is worse- if you lose your records in a Library of Alexandria style event and nobody's left to re-record things... regression is inevitable.
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Indeed. But the Chance of him being alive-alive and sound of mind without infection is unlikely... Unless the infection kinda wears off?
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Literally walking trough a city when there Civilisation was at its peak at the time. See how far they fallen... Thats a very harsh journey to walk trough...
Hope he can reclaim some of its glory after cleaning up what ever survived infected if anything...
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More likely is that if you have to many weaves trough accended they form a critical mass and something happens... Perhaps Discord isnt the only thing that come to stay in Equestria...
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Even if the enchanted reinforcment is gone... The armor is still pure adamantium.
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Perhaps a Nightmare highjacked the Weave? The Weave and the dream realm have similar structures...
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Is that the poll winner ?
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Guess the next chapter will redeem that situation and they meet and greet... Or meet and punch, kick, bite and than greet eatch others
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One can only hope. There are many ways to archiv something, yet not are equal in quality... I rather go for clean energy than burning fossil fuel for example...
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Yep. Every setback is time, ressources and chances wasted. For instance i doubt if we ever are unlucky to see our current civilizations fall, we ever recover from it...
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First Hive was probably like Industry are and the fifth have to start from scratch... History lost are lessons of the past forgotten... How many wars would have been avoided with intact history records i wonder...
Good shit don’t fuck it up slider.
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Probably none. We as a species like to fight to much. And fighting leads to war. So does greed, lust, pride, envy and wrath. All these things lead to war but we still never learn not from war. The only thing we learn from war is how to wage it better. But that's what also makes us survive so what can we do but except our nature
The magic of the artefical sun and the main gate still work... I wonder if the Prince could have hide and put himself in stasis to be reawakend by a rescue team?
What is keeping the Sun working... Is it simply siphon from a magical lay line?
Hm... Were are all the dead bodys... So far only one dead guard remained ... Who took the body and were? Why? How come this guard wasnt taken...?
Perhaps they try revive Panar back and they missed what she would think about Royals
brain butcheringaccenssion...Or they did was Chrysalis did to Procho, but the ressurection failed big time...
When Hell is full, the dead will rise ... Perhaps accidental Necromancy happend?
So the big question is, if the inheritor and last royal of the Third Hive was Queen Millipede, where does Queen Chrysalis fit into all of this?
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This feels less like a collapse and more of a depressing downward spiral that was going on for far longer than Alicorn Sisters or even Equestia itself existed. Really looking forward to see how changeling race is going to get out of this with enough numbers to not go extict and enough politcal, econimic and military authonomy to not be as sad as canon hive is.
I wonder if he'll find Atziri this temple run.