Our Father, Which Art In Heaven.
"That's a weird ass dream, dude." Sprout commented from his desk, writing lazily on a piece of paper, paying much more attention to the story than his duties.
"You can say that again." Hitch snorted, before adding a soft 'don't'. He signed away a waver with a sigh, adding it to the pile of seemingly infinite papers. "When I woke up that mornong, Sunny left a note, s'plainin' something urgent came up in Zephyr Heights, so she had to leave asap." A pregnant silence fell over the office as Sprout mustered up the courage to ask.
"Did she see the...?"
"Yeah," Hitch said with a sigh, putting his work aside for a moment. "she did see The Alicorn, and that she'd be more than happy to do as he says. She also said she'd be delighted if I could help her out."
"So... Are you going to?"
Hitch faceplanted into the table with a groan.
"I don't know. On one hoof, Sunny's my friend, and I'll do anything for her. On the other hoof, this Morning Star fellow doesn't sit right with me." He sighed, looking at the slowly setting sun outside. "I need my beauty sleep."
"Do as I do, don't work overtime." Sprout replied, returning to is documents.
Hitch sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"I suppose there's a first time for everything."
The door shut behind Hitch with a loud thud, the thoroughly soaked stallion wincing from the unintended force.
Brows furrowed, the Sheriff threw off his waterproof boots, making his way towards the bathroom. Hitch discarded his wet clothing on the nearest drying rack, wiping himself the best he could with a dry towel, and shambling thoughtlessly towards the kitchen, desperate to get something in his stomach.
Yellow light illuminated the clear table of the kitchen, Hitch fishing out a plastic container half-filled with yesterday's leftovers.
"Or was it yesterday's yesterday?" Hitch wondered aloud, putting it nto the microwave and setting the timer for two minutes. Hitch slumped in his chair, his head resting on the wooden table as the stallion mulled over the happenings in the dream. Despite the figure's apparent benevolence, its evasiveness in answering questions and general eerie nature not doing the alicorn any favours. "I bet the town's library has something on ancient Equestrian history... And if not, I can always ask Sunny."
BEEP
BEEP
BEEP
Hitch blinked along with the beeps, approaching the microwave and fishing out the now hot container of who-knows how old vegetable stew. Opening the container and taking a tentative sniff, the Sheriff decided the stew was edible enough to eat, his aching stomach finally getting its fill. The warm feeling granted by the meal was a small miracle that helped combat the chilly conditions outside, and a very needed companion in the warm confines of one's bed.
Hitch wriggled on his bedsheets, covering himself with a blanket and dozing off thee second his head sank into the pillow.
A familiar tickling sensation at the back of his neck made itself apparant, the stallion shooting upright the second he felt it. His eyes shot open, his gaze glued by the familiar rolling hills and green meadows filled with flowers. A pale moon showered the landscape with its light, providing little lumination.
"Still better than nothing." Hitch said, shaking his head and looking around. To his surprise, the familiarity of the dream was shattered by a thick forest stretching beyond the horizon to his right, a dirt trail worming its way towards the trees. "Yeah, not going there."
Much to the stallions dismay minutes passed as he waited for the alicorn to arrive, eventually stretching into what felt like hours. Not content with sitting on his rump, the stallion began wandering in the direction directly opposite of the forest, searching for anything to busy himself with. Boredom soon turned into annoyance as he noticed that the scenery didn't change, no matter how long he trotted, the dark forest not moving away for an inch.
"Just my luck..." Hitch murmured, beginning to accept he just had to wait, when suddenly...
"Hm?" The stallion's ears swiveled in the direction of a distant sound, Hitch turning around to check were it was comimg from.
"Of course." The Sheriff sighed in defeated acceptance as the source of the sound was revealed to be the thick forest. With no viable choice left, Hitch began making his way along the dirt path, one that continued into the forest itself.
Sooner than he would've liked, Hitch found himself amidst the looming trees, their bark almost pitch-black under tge thick foliage. The earth pony squinted in an attempt to see the path in front of him, but was forced to orient by touch and sound.
Each step was accomoanied by humming, growing louder by the minute, until he was finally able to disceen the words.
"I close my eyes and believe that you are near
Wrong I have done, please make it clear...
The voice definently belonged to a mare, Hitch concluded, carrying with it a sort of grace the stallion have rarely heard before. It also sounded old, weary even, yet not in a traditional way, it felt like each word bore the weight of a thousand lifetimes.
"Heaven will fall as He holds Them in his grasp
Blood on our hooves, we stand alone"
A glimmer of pale light popped up amidst the darkness, drawing the stallion like a moth to a flame. Hitch finally emerged from the dark forest, the humming sounding stronger than ever.
Moss covered the crumbled remains of a castle, its grounds reduced to the sorry state of distepair and taken over by the encroaching nature. In the middle of what once must've been the throne room, surrounded by the half-destroyed stone walls, laid a figure.
Her coat was a navy blue in hue, the furt dirtied at frazzled from the lack of grooming. Her wings looked disheveled, feathers sticking out at odd angles, some of the missing entirely. Her horn had a large crack going from the its base right towards the tip, a myriad of scratch marks marring its appearance. Her eyes were closed, a mournful expression on her face as her head hung low.
Hitch gasped involuntarily as pale moonling flickered and reflected off of something on the mare, his surprise turning to shock as he recognized what it was.
Chains were clinging tightly to her body, her legs and wings bound to the floor by thick, black restraints that looked painfully tight.
Hitch wasn't faint of heart, yet he couldn't help but flinch as the mare opened her eyes, two sapphire blue orbs looking at him appraisingly. The stallion relaxed slightly when the alicorn's features softened, her lips curving into a weary smile.
"It's been a long while since I had a welcome visitor." She frowned for a moment before sighing. "Let us not marr this momentous occasion with negative thoughts though. I believe inttoductions are in order." She cleared her throat, flinching a little as she tried and failed to move in an attempt to appear regal. "I am Princess Luna. Warden of dreams and co-ruler of Equistria..." She trailed off for a moment, a distant look in her eyes. "ex-co-ruler."
Hitch stood speechless for a moment, processing what he'd heard. Was it true? Was this 'Luna' really one of ancient Equestrian rulers? Why was she chained?
"I'd love to bow, but my current predicament makes that quite painfull, nevermind excessive." His musings were interrupted by her words, Luna's eyes pointing at her confines.
Hitch shook his head, clearing his throat before formulating his reply. "Sheriff Hitch Trailblazer, MBPD." Noticing Luna's confused expression, he added. "Maretime Bay Police Department. It's nice to meet you, ma'am." A chuckle graced his ears as he watched the mare smile at him, amusement clear in her eyes.
"Luna is fine, Hitch. Ma'am makes me feel old..."
Sensing the momentary lull in conversation, Hitch used the opportunity to ask the question at the forefront of his mind.
"Why are you chained, Luna?" He asked, eyeing up the restraints. "If you don't mind me asking, that is." He added hastily, noting the uncomfortable look on Luna's face.
"Very well." She said with a curt nod, clearing her throat.
"Once upon a time, in the magical land of Equestria, there were two regal sisters who ruled together and created harmony for all the land. To do this, the eldest used her unicorn powers to raise the sun at dawn; the younger brought out the moon to begin the night. Thus, the two sisters maintained balance for their kingdom and their subjects, all the different types of ponies." She reminisced, a nostalgic smile gracing her features.
"The eldest sister raised a student, a prodigy in all kinds of magic, the most important being the magic of friendship. She and her friends endured many a trial, overcome many a tribulations, culminating in her ascension. And so the freshly crowned Princess of Friendship went on to mold Equestria into what it was always meant to be, a place for all peoples of the world, allowing the royal sisters to retire." Her smile fell, a mournful expression taking its place.
"But something went wrong. We- I grew too complacent. I didn't foresee His return." She closed her eyes, head lowered in defeat. "Tartarus was let loose, my sister and I were imprisoned, and ponykind was thought to be gone forever." She cast a hopeful look at Hitch. "Until now." Hitch raised an eyebrow, taking a step back at the mare's intense tone. "your presense here confirms that not all is lost, that we can yet save ponykind!"
"Whoah, slow down there, buddy." Hitch replied, waving her down. "Why in the world would I trust you?" He sighed at the mare's confused expression. "A dark mare chained to an old castle deep in the forest doesn't really look tustworthy." He continued past the durty look Luna was giving him. "And that's before she starts raving about saving ponykind." He snorted, looking sideways. "Been there done that."
"If you need more proof, you can contact my sister!" She exclaimed, continuing as the stallion crained his head. "You heard the tune I was humming, heard the words? Sing them in your sleep, and Tia will answer." Luna paused, mulling over what Hitch said. "Been there, done that?" She asked, looking at him quizzaly.
"A white alicorn appered to me in a dream yesterday, went on and how he was ponykind's saviour or something." Hitch frowned and rubbed his chin. "What was his name again..."
"A white alicorn... And you said he was a stallion?" Luna's confused expression turned into one of distress at Hitch's answer.
"Yeah, I now I remember the name..."
"No!" Luna exclaimed, tugging at her chains. "Do not speak of the-"
"... Morning Star." Hitch finished, looking in confusion at the haggared princess, not knowing the reason behind her plight.
"For he shall appear..." Luna trailed off, her gaze drawn towards the night sky.
Hitch followed her example, not sure what she was looking at-
An explosion of golden light cascaded over the night sky with its unrivaled intensity, erasing any and all stars from it. Hitch couldn't help but squint as a four pointed star descended from the heavens, a familiar snow white stallion emerging from the celestial body.
His face was a mask of concern as he approached the duo, his eyes avoiding the chained mare.
"Do not be fooled by her lies, my little Sheriff." He spoke floating beside Hitch, his voice turning paternal. "For she is one of the decievers who caused this great foulness."
"You're one to talk!" Luna bit back, her face contorted with anger. "You went against Father's will, tried to destroy all of ponykind, traitor!"
The white alicorn shook his head, tsking as he approached the bound mare. "I see your punishment has done little, your lesson is yet to be learned." Luna was about to retort when he spoke again, his tone firm and authoritative.
"Were it not your petty grudges and jealousies that led you to attempt sororicide? Was it not your misguided ambitions that put ponykind, and indeed all life on the verge of a miserable, cold death?" He asked with a tilt of his head.
"Unlike you, I've served my time." She retorted, a mix of regret and fury on her face. "Repented my transgressions, and was allowed to return home." Despite her intentions, the reply sounded less than confident.
"Oh? Is that so?" He asked in a mock-curious tone. "Do you truly think that a mere millenia of thoughtless slumber redeems the end of all life?" He leaned into her, the mare shrinking a little under the weight of his words. "That your return had been unbiased? That you truly deserved a second chance?" He tilted his head, his eyes boring into hers.
"I wanted a second chance."
"My point stands." The white alicorn said curtly, the chains lighting up a golden color in tandem with his horn, pinning Luna to the ground, the chain around her neck nightening to the point of obstructing airflow. "Sometimes, what we want and what we deserve are polar opposites.
Morning Star turned sharply towards Hitch, the stallion flinching under his heavy gaze, golden eyes staring him down with spite the stallion had never seen before in his life.
"Her voice means to decieve you, my little Sheriff." He stated, floating towards the stallion, forcing him to backpedal. "My voice just wants to lead you." His mouth stretched into a smile.
"Do not be swayed by false prophets, my little Sheriff. They come to you in sheep's clothing, but inwardly they are ravening wolves."
World around Hitch spun into an array of different colors, peculear shapes moving through the kaleidoscope of spectrum. A nauseous feeling appeared in the back of his throat as the swirling colors consolidated into a form of Luna, the dark blue mare looking bigger than he remembered. A movement in the corner of his eye caught Hitches attention, prompting him to look at the source of the disturbance.
The mare's shadow lengthened, its edges becoming sharper as it crept up to the mare, bleeding into her coat as it turned a few shades darker. Shadows crawled up the mare's body, weaving into a solid black armor, her mane scattering into the night sky, galaxies whirling around void-like vortexes. Her features hardened, her eyes turning cat-like as she flashed him a predatory grin.
"Do ponies pray for the advance of night? Do they toll the land or gather fruits on the dark?" A disembodied voice asked as the scene shifted.
Barren lands stretched as far as the eye could see, not a blade of grass in sight. Every inch of soil was cold to the touch, covered in a thin layer of ice. A single figure was kneeling beside a shriveled up tree, dark sap seeping down its crooked branches, not a single leaf gracing the sickly plant. Five branches differed from the rest, gaping hexagonal holes oozing dark puss that dripped down the tree trunk and into a six-angled star in its center, right above two images of sun and moon, both scratched up and faded due to time.
"A good tree cannot bring forth evil fruit, neither can a corrupt tree bring forth good fruit."
Suddenly roaring fires erupted from everywhere around the tree, the sickly sap serving as kindling for the green flames as they licked the tree trunk, somehow coloring it a shade darker. As the fires consumed the tree, the figure began to thrash, lunging towards the tree and lighting her horn, yet unable to move an inch. The voice returned as inky clouds billowing from the pyre swallowed the sky.
"Every tree that bringeth not forth good fruit is hewn down, and cast into the fire."
As the last of the wood crumbled and turned to ashes, the mare could be seen sobbing silently, her breaths short and erratic as she buried her muzzle in her hooves.
"Wherefore by their fruits ye shall know them."
At these words, the invisible restraints snapped silently, freeing the mare, her ears twitching at the sudden freedom. Silently, she turned towards Hitch, burrowing him with her hate-filled eyes. The mare pounced, making the stallion brace for impact, yet just before her hooves hit Hitch, the figure dissipated, revealing a white alicorn in her place.
"I am your true saviour, for I will lead you not into temptation, but deliver you from evil." The white Alicorn chanted, each beat of his wings clearing the bituminous skies. "Hallowed be my name, for I will make it so." His eyes opened, the gold of his eyes a little duller than before.
"Amen."
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https://youtu.be/ztVMib1T4T4
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You've already said that.
So Luna and Celestia are still alive? What about the other two?
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Fixed
Hm. Either a game played by two sides to break the toughest or else an actual pony. Who knows what the Shepherd will do next?
Ugh bringing Luna in. (I'll just set that aside and see where this goes)