Creando Monstra

Celestial Woods (AKA Everfree Forest)
1,000 Years in the Past

The Drums of war were beating like the hearts of every soldier on the field, Luna and Celestia fought above while Lunar Legionaries advanced on the Solar Guards. Marching forwards into the fray was the Lunar General, Spiritus Bellator. His dark grey fur bristled under his armor, his yellow, slitted eyes glared at the enemy. In his hand was an Ebony blade that had been forged by his mistress’ hand. The true leader of Equestria had blessed him with the blade, it was bound to him. His soul fed it’s power and in return it gave him strength unlike any other. On his back were his signature Bat Wings, another gift from the mistress of the night. The battle raged around him and his soldiers, his anger clear on his face.

“Parate arma! (Prepare arms!)” Spiritus ordered, the stallions in his century readied Pikes and pulled out their swords. “Quia gloria et noctis! IN REPUBLICA lunaris! Pugnemus ET morimur! State et non miserebitur; Complectimur hodie nocte diu (FOR THE GLORY OF THE NIGHT! FOR THE LUNAR REPUBLIC! WE FIGHT AND WE DIE! STAND FAST AND SHOW NO MERCY! LONG MAY WE EMBRACE THE NIGHT ON THIS DAY)” The large armies were close enough now that each side could smell the others breath.

“PRIORSUM! (Forwards!)” Spiritus shouted, the century under his direct command began to advance at a much faster rate. Dust flew up in the air as heavy boots impacted the soft soil, in the distance on both sides of the field catapults lobbed massive, sometimes flaming, projectiles into the fray. Spiritus and his soldiers made contact with the Royal Guards, pikes met shields and unarmored flesh. Wails of pain erupted from both sides as the armies began an all out melee, swords met swords, blood met blood. Spiritus slid his sword into one of the guards, it sliced through his chest plate and caused a copious amount of blood to spill on the ground. He didn’t stop to admire his work however and instead moved on to the next opponent. Time seemed to slow down as he spun on the ball of his foot and let his blade slice the heads off of two enemy soldiers. In the sky above the two sister’s fought ruthlessly, firing blasts of magic at each other. Sometimes the blast would fly off into the sky and sometimes it would impact the battle below, killing dozens of soldiers on each side of the field.

Spiritus brought up his shield and blocked a downward swing from a Solar Guard before bashing the enemy stallion. His sword was quick to follow, puncturing the gap between the solar guards helmet and his chest armor. By this point, Spiritus’ ornate Lunar Steel armor was covered in blood. It was a good fight so far, from what Spiritus could see. His stallions were steadily pushing back the enemy, blasts of magic from battle mages began to fill the field as well. It did little to stop the oncoming horde of Lunar Legionaries. Spiritus slammed his shield into a guard that was about to kill one of his stallions. He plunged the sword deep into the guards gut and twisted it, a beastial war cry erupting from his mouth. From behind him a Solar Soldier almost impaled him on a bronze sword but it helplessly bounced off of his armor, a large dent forming. The Solar soldier found that the blade of Ebony wielded by the Lunar General was much sharper and much stronger. He looked down to see that the chainmail on his stomach had been sliced clean through and his entrails were spilling out.

The battle around Spiritus began to grow even more intense as swords clanged off of armor and cleaved their targets in twine. Bodies of Lunar Legionaries and Solar Guards littered the ground, it made maneuvering harder but still bearable for the general. He brought his blade down hard on a Solar soldier’s helmet, the headwear did little to stop the blade and it split the skull of the Stallion. Spiritus saw that his soldiers were starting to be pushed back, he couldn’t let that happen. He wouldn’t let that happen! In the skies above the two sisters continued fighting, each blow creating a resounding flash of lightning. Each spell creating a boom of thunder as the air was literally split by the pure energy, Celestia fired a spell at the night mistress. It flew past her and impacted the ground, killing dozens of Solar soldiers.

Spiritus raised his sword in the air, another more beastial cry left his throat. The Legionaries released an identical cry before unleashing the true power of the night. Some took flight towards the enemies with swords held ahead of them like spears, the enemy pegasi began to prepare for a counterattack only to be knocked out of the sky by the Legionaries. They moved with much more speed, and much more foracity. The power of the Night coursed through their veins, they took on new vigor and brutality. Blades moved faster, shields blocked more damage, everything began to go red for Spiritus. The power began to weaken, it had been the largest spell of that caliber he had ever unleashed with his battle cry. Above in the sky Celestia had gained the upper hand, she took a moment to look down at the battle below her. The Solar guard’s were on the ropes, being pressed up against the castle of the two sisters.

“Soror, hanc ei venit? Quam ad hoc nefas? (Sister, how did it come to this? How did we go so wrong?)” Celestia asked more to herself than Nightmare Moon.

“Non poterit stare militibus meis, nocte mea in sempiternum erit et percusserit me, etiam si! (Nothing will be able to stop my legionaries, even if you strike me down my night will last forever!)” Nightmare replied, Celestia took in a deep breath and channeled her magical energy through the Elements of Harmony.

“Non, Luna. Non (No, Luna. It won’t)” Celestia said with a sigh, she released the magical energy from the elements.

On the ground, Spiritus looked up at the sisters. A bright light flashed and a massive Rainbow shot into The night Mistress. The battle haulted as every soldier looked up at the scene, Spiritus felt a pain in his chest. His sword burned in his hand, most of the Lunar stallions were having similar reactions. A massive explosion sent the true queen of the night into the moon, many Lunar stallions were suddenly pulled up into the sky. They began to turn from the forms of soldiers into shining stars. Their screams began to fade, save for one. All eyes now fell on General Spiritus Bellator as he was seemingly vaporised, the indigo mist was absorbed into the Ebony Blade that had been bound to his soul. The Solar soldiers cheered loudly as the Legion was destroyed.

Celestia looked down at her cheering soldiers before looking back up at the sky at all of the new stars, a pang of guilt ran through her as she thought of all the soldiers trapped in the sky with their mistress, her sister. Celestia flew down to the ground and landed on the site that Spiritus had just been, she grasped it and ran her finger across it’s blade. To her surprise it was as dull as a butter knife, she examined the blade further. It was solid Ebony with a Silver hilt and an Onyx gemstone inset. All of her soldiers looked at her with wide eyes, waiting for her next action. She held the blade above her head in one hand, her guards cheered wildly. The war was finally over.

Inside an Onyx prison, the soul of Spiritus stared out at his defeated army and at the mare holding his blade. A sense of rage welled up into the Lunar Legionary, he looked up at the moon and bit his lip before letting out a guttural cry of rage, sorrow, frustration and the worst emotion he had ever felt. Fear. Celestia looked at the blade in her hand, it was a beautiful weapon. It deserved to be preserved despite what it had been used for. She slid the blade into a sheath and attached it to her waist.

“Ab infernis cordis confodere te. Nam odium causa, extremum vitae spiritum meum super te evomere. Nam cum hera redit sic comedet I... (From hells heart, I stab at you. For hate's sake, I spit my last breath at you. For when my mistress returns so shall I…)” Spiritus said in an angered tone. “Fratribus salvabo nulla at. (I will save my brothers, No matter the cost.)” With those final words, Spiritus disappeared into the inky blackness of his onyx prison. Plotting the revenge he would reap upon the Solar Empire and all of its allies….

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Ultionem Spiritus Bellator

The Republic is Reborn

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Canterlot was bustling as it usually did, ponies were going about their daily routines. Most were content to go to their respective jobs, even those who were stuck in the morning carriage traffic. The sun shined brightly overhead, casting rays of warmth upon the ponies of the city. At the castle, the daily mail delivery was proceeding as scheduled. Packages and letters were delivered to the offices of their recipients.

One such item of post was a manila envelope, postmarked from a small town near the badlands. It was addressed to Princess Twilight, stamped urgent, under the subject of a water shortage. The postal mare thought it was strange, there was an odd object enclosed within, but ponies often times sent things to the princess in such a fashion. No harm could come from opening a letter.

“Excuse me?” Asked a stallion leaning against a pillar, the mare had never seen him around before. He smiled at her. “What’s a pretty mare like you doing in a job like this?” The mare blushed as the stallion trotted over, she quickly put the letter back in her bag. Not many stallions complicated her appearance, especially with her eye problems.

“W-Well, I have to care for my daughter…” She replied, the stallion let out a depressed huff.

“Who’s the lucky stallion?” He circled around her, his horn igniting for a brief moment and snagging the letter she had placed in her bag. She didn’t catch it, she was too busy trying to soak in the handsome stallion before her. He was olive green, with a light brown mane and red eyes. He wore simple black fatigues and boots, obviously a lunar guard. The patch depicting his cutie mark was of some sort of telescope lense, the mare wasn’t entirely sure why there would be a cross over a telescope lense.

“O-O-Oh, well, he uh, he left me…” She hung her head. “Said I was too clutzy…” The stallion was slightly appalled. “I can barely make ends meet, ever since Thunderlane left…” There was a jingling and a large bag of bits floated out of a saddle bag the mail mare hadn’t seen before, she barely even noticed the two manila envelopes.

“Well, take this.” Said the smiling stallion, his gaze felt almost chilling despite the warm smile. “May you find luck in your endeavors.” With that he went on his way, leaving a confused mail mare. She pocketed the bag of bits and looked around, wasn’t there something she needed to do?

[♦]

The stallion’s smile fell into a flat scowl, and he pushed a small device in his right ear.

“I am in.” He said, his silky voice replaced by a gruff East Equestrian accent. “The mare was an easier con than the last…”

”But you want to take care of her husband…” Replied a voice. ”Alright, one mission at a time though.”

“Ja.” The stallion ducked into a restroom before a pair of guards walked down the hallway. He quickly made his way to a stall in the back and pulled out both manila envelopes. He opened the fist and found a familiar sight, a tape recorder. The stallion pressed play.

”Dear Princess Twilight Sparkle, our water is-” The tape was crushed and disposed of it in the toilet. He opened the second manila envelope and pulled out an identical tape recorder as well as several pictures, then slipped them into the first envelope. Again, disposing of any other evidence via the toilet. He slipped out of the bathroom, moving as carefully as possible through the marble halls towards the newest princess’ door. He cleared his throat, and stood at a standard guard stance. Then knocked.

“Come in!” A voice called on the other side, the stallion pushed the door open and entered like a guard. “What can I do for you?” Asked a young lavender alicorn, wearing a plain sweater and jeans. An interesting choice for a princess.

“It seems a mail mare dropped this, figured you’d want it.” The stallion floated the envelope over to her with his magic, she smiled and plucked it from the air.

“Thank you, mister…”

“Fernschuss. Though my friends call me Fern instead, they like to poke fun at my gardening.” Fernschuss said with a small smile, bowing for a moment. “I’ll leave you to it then, your highness.” The alicorn nodded and he departed, quickly moving to the restroom again. He pushed the button on his earpiece twice.

”Hold on for a moment, we’re triangulating your coordinates.” Fernschuss spied a clock on the wall, then glanced back at the door. Suppressing a growing nervous feeling. ”Almost got it…”

“If they trip the alarm before I am out-!”

“GOT IT!” The germane stallion sighed with relief as he teleported out of the restroom, seconds later he found himself in an abandoned alley. Discretely, Fernschuss stepped out of the alley and into the bustling city streets. ”They should be triggering the alarms… now.” Loud alarms blared in the distance, causing most of the ponies to stop and stare.

“Gut. Jetzt für die zweite Stufe…” The stallion trotted through the crowd, soon vanishing from sight and mind.

[♦]

Celestia and Luna rushed to Twilight’s office, nervous for their dear friend. The general alarm was not something used regularly, especially by Twilight. When they arrived, they were halted by seventy guards, subjected to numerous security checks, magic sweeps, searches, pat downs, and nearly a cavity search before they were allowed in to see their shaken compatriot.

“Twilight.” Said Celestia. “What’s wrong? What has put you in such a state?” The alicorn paced behind her desk, a single open envelope sat on her desk. A tape recorder was also present, Twilight couldn’t make eye contact with it. Luna cantered over and rewound the tape, then pressed play.

”To my dear friends, Celestia, Luna, and their newest comrade in arms, Twilight Sparkle. I would like to bid you fair warning, I am unhappy with what has happened to me and my brothers and sisters in arms. The two older of you know very well what this means.” Celestia and Luna’s jaws slackened a bit. ”For the newest member of their corrupted government, enlightenment. I intend to kill every single one of you. I intend to destroy everything and everyone you hold dear. You will know suffering as I have known SUFFERING! As we ALL have known suffering!”

“When you fired your weapon, you forced me to watch my family wither and die, forced to observe from the window of your IVORY TOWERS! Now, I shall do the same to you.” The voice on the tape paused for a moment, heavy with emotion now. ”Princess Luna… Did I not serve you faithfully? Did I not give you every ounce of my will, every drop of my blood? How can you sit and control the sky, knowing full well wha- Who is there? OR HAS YOUR SISTER FORGOTTEN TO TELL YOU!?” There was a crack in the voice. ”Your children, my brothers and sisters. I WILL NOT LET THEM BE FORGOTTEN! DO YOU HEAR ME! I WILL NOT LET THE REPUBLIC DIE! YOUR NATION WILL BURN AND THE CHILDREN OF THE NIGHT SHALL RISE ONCE MORE!” The voice was panting with fury. ”VIVUS NOCTIS!” The tape recorder clicked off.

Silence. Unsettling silence followed the tape.

“N-No, it cannot be him…” Luna said in almost a whisper, Twilight pointed to the envelope again. Silently holding back tears. Celestia looked in the envelope, grimacing and pulling out three photos. All were of a familiar pony, one they all knew very well. Celestia blinked for a moment staring at the photos for several more seconds.

The first depicted Flash Sentry, in shackles marked with the ancient symbol of the Lunar Legion. His right eye was swollen shut, his teeth were all nearly missing, and an ancient, barbaric looking inhibitors were planted on his wings.

The second was of the young guard facing a line of stallions in black uniforms, they held crossbows in a firing stance. Standing to their left was a gruff looking thestral with the markings of a general, he glared at Flash Sentry while he held his sword to signal the group to fire.

The final image depicted Flash Sentry’s corpse in the desert, vultures circled overhead while a menacing looking stallion stood over the body. He glared at the camera with unmistakable loathing.

“Luna… It’s… It’s…”

“General Bellator…”