Chapter 1: Reapers and Seeder

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Chapter 1: Reapers and Seeder.

The day hopefully died, the day when those cruel reapers discovered Zimlja and hiding away the Hope, Crystal Heart!

In the beginning, Equestria was wild and barbaric; tribes of ponies divided to play the constant conflicts and disputes to each other. Unicorn clans hate Pegasus clans, Pegasus clans hates Earth clans while Earth clans hate Unicorn clans; so on and on. Dragons were ravaging the lands at that time while Griffons constantly terrorize across the land along with dragons. As you can see in the vision of a reaper, this land is a gold mine of souls for reapers and the constant conflicts between all creatures in the ravaging and unhappy lands. Noted my friends, Discord is not yet known or created.

Hatred and Terror were ruling peacefully without opposition, one of famous reaper organization called The Baneful Scythes. They were the group of reapers who discovered the planet in the system of Tritaris in which they were trying to find a planet as their mine of power and souls. Then they have found a planet called Zemlja and a land also called Equestria was not yet named in it. The civilization of habitants was the horse-like creatures, they are much more primitive than Humans or Remans.

We reapers called them as “paraspronies” because of the primitveness and size to our sights. These reapers residing in the planet of Zemlja, reaping souls of the deceased creatures in this planet but they didn’t have patience to slowly reap every soul by just waiting these creatures and ponies to die of ages , diseases and famine. They started to break the rules of nature by hiding the Hope away, Crystal Heart of the planet. After hiding away the Crystal Heart on the Moon, they began to perform a ritual which unleashing the hatred and terror to swallow the planet into the constant wars and conficts. Creatures and ponies alike fighting each other over everything! Apples, water, playing a game of checker, …. Friendship is only a definition that doesn’t exist on Zemljia. The Baneful Scythes once summoned about concerning the draining of resource of souls in the planet as Reapers just rapidly reap souls as the population of planet dying away. The organization ambitiously broke the rules second time, they faking the souls supposed to deliver to Death in order to get transported. Making the deads can not die, the livings live a life like death to reproduce fruitfully.

There are only wars and hatred on this planet

Eventually the Gorchymyn Council finally investigated the planet of Zimlja, the spirits of Light (angels) found out that the Baneful Scythes has broken the rules. The Gorchymyn Council demanded The Baneful Scythes to surrender all their stolen souls and go the court to face their punishments or else. Those reapers aggressively defending their actions but also violently disagreed with the ultimatum.

The spirits of Light allied with the faithful reapers marching to the system of Tritaris and they have a violent conflict in there in which having destroyed several lifeless planets in the system but luckily no other living forms near the system did suffered from the dispute. The rebellious reapers had created a few dangerous weapons during their colonization of Zimlja like Chaos, a powerful weapon which feeding by using the energy of unhappiness and hatred and it enough to do reality warping and wreak destruction upon its passing. Chaos was the original form of Discord in which Chaos is more destructive and having no emotion nor thought. It was only made to fight and make things out of the structure of order and harmony.

In the end, those lawless reapers surrendered as the casualties resulted in both sides in which 15 spirits of Light had passed away to return after 5000 years (died actually but they are immortal, they will resurrect back in Heaven) along with 50 lawless reapers were reaped and fading away into oblivion among with 20 innocient reapers who allied with the Gorchymyn Council. The surviving leaders of the illegal reaper organization were punished to be eternally imprisoned in the Eternal Void, the trash can of the universe in which corrupted souls or supernatural beings are imprisoned for eternity along with their infinite terror of fighting against themselves ; a fate worse than Hell or any known punishment.

The leaders of the Baneful Scythes were disposed into the large sphere of untapping light with the screams below down the pit. A leader among them staring at the spirits of Light as they prepared to depart to the void of infinite screams. The stare is like the symbolism of no ordinary mean; but it only means about hatred triumphs.

After the dispute, Death didn’t have a word nor a reaction. He wasn’t happy or sad but he just accepting the losses of his reapers, members of his family. He wasn’t vengeful nor sad, he knows that breaking the law against the Maker is worse than anything. He just feeling quite disappointed for the limitation of an ancient being who spending countless aeons in reaping souls. He is the non-exsistential being who is already dead, he is just bored to see the world in which he only contributing by killing mortals then using part of their energy to strengthen himself to reap more souls.

The rebellion of this arrogant reapers made Death realized one thing, life is eternal and he has been tricked by the Maker since He created souls. Death knew that he had already been trapped to this pointless jobs when nothing is actually died in this universe. Death breaths the long breath and an inspired idea crossed his mind. If the Maker can create anything, I am also nearly powerful as him and his spirits do “creating” the planets in the universe; so I might have the ability to create. He takes a soul of an unicorn in his pocket and he sees all the happy memory of the soul; he smiles with a sympathy as well as an enjoyment to see mortals happy. He determined, determined and determined!

He determined that he will create an everlasting creation that will be much perfect than any creation of the Maker by using the souls he reaped then resurrecting them and giving knowledge as well as power than any creation. But before doing that, he need the seeds to grow on the empty field. He realized what he is doing is really hard but I have figured the way out. If he can’t create things but he can seed for the already created creations so in the end he will reap them then using their souls to add for his intended creation. Then Death will have a beautiful planet when souls habited happily as he desired, he immediately teleports to Zimlja.

Chapter 2: An Unexpected Savior

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Chapter 2: An Unexpected Savior

I never feel so lifeful in past fews aeons! My embodiment of death seems has been purified the embodiment of joy

Death started to get his arrival on the Zimlja, he departed from the river of millions souls in the depth far from the Rift. He dodged the Branches of the dark forest. He leaped a big sprint through the barrier of the purgatory then breaking free into the reality world. He flew through the galaxies after galaxies, the colorful stars dancing the symphony of life to glorify the name of the Maker. Death felt amazed with wonderous beauty of the universe as the asteroids approaching him. These asteroids containing the spiecimen of life which departing to find their new worlds to make life where animo acid will start their life there. Death now feeling much confident to do his work as he had seen the result of the universe which created by the hand of the Maker; he understood how much the reward would be if he "created" a creation artwork although he only has the ability to destroy; knowing that Death can't escape his fate and works.

Suddenly, a giant hot infernal star blocked his way ; the star is so hot and intense in which it was going to explode to release a supernova. From afar, he observing a young civilization was going to vanish within the void as these primitive creatures begging the Maker or any supernatural force to prevent the disaster. Death pitied them and sympathized with them he had the same feeling toward the ponies in Zimlja so he waves his signs on his bony hands then putting his hand on the infernal star. The infernal star was influenced by purplish energy, as the intense destructive energy of the star began to stabilize then the star had become once it was. The disaster ceased as the terror among the lucky primitive creatures fading away ; they hailing to the Maker for stopping Death to come.

When Death listened to it, he felt a little bit of jealousy and anger, that no one among those primitives even thanking him but it is no matter to him as his triumphant plan hadn't started to set in motion yet. He continuing onward in his journey to the Zimlja. He was getting closer to the system of Tritaris, his dusty sweat running through his hooded face. He became a little bit unpatient because he is feeling tired as traveling after systems to systems. Every system as he proceeding, he only observing the remnants of the Great Dispute between the Gorchymyn Council with their faithful reapers against the rebellion of the chaotic and disharmonious force of The Baneful Scythes. Parts of destroyed planets floating through out the endless universe; some of those parts became desolated and teared down apart. Dreadful scenery of these systems which Death had ever seen in his own eyes; the eradication of evolving life forms, obliteration of countless planets, devastation of the stars and ruination of dying planets like Zimlja. Death felt a little bit of sympathy toward these beautiful systems and planets in the countless aeons, this was the first time Death knew pain and somewhat love started to grow. Finally after the long journey, Death had arrived to his destination; Zimlja, a dying planet as the life forms started fading away as the ponies were on the brink of extinction.

He observed the planet is on the state of war-torn, forests are shattered, creatures are dying and ponies are in the exhaustion after thousands years of fighting. They look pretty adorable to him and he decided. He put a list but snapping, a magical list and he took his magical quill then crossing Zimlja out of the list. The list actually called the List of Death, the list was listing all creations which exsisting in the universe; anything on this list will be determined to be died in a designated time by the law of nature. The crossing out of Zimlja means the very big meaning in which the creations in the planet will be prolonging life since Death has been excluding them from reaping. The Gorchymyn Council has banned any spirit of Light nor reaper to ever enter the planet again. After the excluding of Zimlja, the planet returns to life again as organic life growing back faster than ever imagined. Those pathetic ponies started to be a whole again and reproducing rapidly. Although the war had ended but the state of the planet is still torning apart and the weather pattern has been broken as well as the climate is destroyed. Death carefully observed the recovery of the planet so he finally decided to visit his “already created creation not by him”. He shapeshifts with the form of a pony with horn, wings with covered in the black robes hooded. He was the first alicorn back in the tounge of the ponies but he doesn’t matter.

He broke free through the barrier of gravitional force of the Zimlja, the pull force is too great which even making small portion of his leather of his clothing sparked into fire. Luckily, he landed on the surface of Zimlja and observing the beauty of recovery as trees began to blossom again, birds singing the divine songbirds, the squirrels happily eating their nuts while the wind of eastern sea charming the intensity of the dreadful past. Death never felt better after 500 billions aeons. He was so happy to see his project starting to blossom as well as his seeds had successfully worked. He as the hooded pony having both wings and horn, by reasonable talking he was the first alicorn in the ancient Equestria. The hooded pony named himself as Mantra, enlightened mind projected thinker. Mantra passing through the deep forest of unknown, he senses the life began to return and life coming slowly back to exsistence. Birds flying toward him and landing upon his shoulders then singing their best songs to him, bunnies approaching toward his hoofs, deers reaching to him to receive his hands as well as many other creatures started to follow. Death was so surprised ever to receive love from his underlings, he knows that he was exsisted to destroy and end things but he didn't understand why his embodiment of death and decay didn't affect or scare these adorable creatures away. Death believed he had changed so he began to become friendlier from there.

Suddenly, a strange unrelenting shot like thunder scaring all these adorable creatures away. All deers escaping fast and bunnies with terror running back to their warm holes on the ground while birds using the chances faster and flying away in an instance. Death felt surprised and currious about the shot, so he as Mantra approaching closer to the location he had heard the shot. From trees after trees, landscape after landscape then rocks after rocks. Mantra as a pony never felt so tired in his life since the last time he was acting a Reman on planet 1555 but this didn't matter much since his fatigue is so limited as a mortal. Mantra hooded himself as he approaching to the big fire coming from the West; Mantra passing trees from trees with careful steps like sneaking. Finally, Mantra spotted that a group of most advanced civilization in this planet who fired a shot with their supremely primitive cannon more than humans; the race which Death had been looking for, the ponies!

He decided to visit the tribe of united ponies whom is full of pegasis, unicorns and earth ponies and they are negotiating something. He disguised a poor old hooded pony entering the audience center. An intense argument ruling the court as well as the crowd, who intending to fight each other. Death sees the danger of another war is going to erupt so he as the hooded old pony shout a voice that shattering the some tents near by. He finally stood up and explained why they need to fight each other, we emphasized that these ponies much cooperated to survive in this slowly recovering world. Pegasis, unicorns and earth ponies hoofshaking as the hooded pony expressing his political view in which survival can be only reached through cooperation. Those golden words touched the heart of the mortal ponies; they started to shake hoofs to each other to apologize. The happiness in their faces is all what Death wants to see; the sun also shines at that time but the strange thing that the sun is shinning so greenly and weak as well as the shattered moon.

Mantra observing his success of pacifying another upcoming conflict , his soul felt peacefully harmonious. But he knew that his work was only the beginning when seeing many strange geological events and strange patterns of weather in the post-apocalyptic planet. He felt so sorry to this little ponies for dragging them on the celestial dispute between his immortal and powerful beings. He determined that these ponies need to be enlightened for them, who would be the ones will keep up his seedings to Zimlja and the ones who won't let's his saving of Zimlja goes to waste to be dragged back to the Rift.

Chapter 3: An Uneasy Quest

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Chapter 3: An Uneasy Quest Of Enlightenment

This so-called enlightened man was really a savior to us, the ponies. He taught us different things about the world where Order was the one who running everything. He revealed us the unknown and teaching us the importance of cooperation between Earth ponies, Pegasis and Unicorns for survival. After ages of unrelenting conflicts, now all of us are all together again in harmony again!

Death or Mantra walks through the crowd as they started to cease apologizing each other. In their mind, they only feel respective and fearful toward the unexpected mysterious visitor. The visitor with the tounge of reason and ordered had pacified an entire tribe with just few words. Ponies started to drag each other into the flood of debates; Pegasis claimed him who is the dragon or griffon who disguising into locating their locations but then Earth ponies with knowingless and naïve minds thinking that he is a god from High Heaven so the Unicorns boasted the arguments then claiming that the mysterious hooded pony clearly a reaper who was here to destroy us. Mantra heard the claim of unicorns with a little worry of the exposure of his identity but his pride destroys that worry in an instance before the worry sparking into fear.

Mantra walking toward the court as well as other leaders of different groups of ponies make waves for him to come. Then one of the leaders asking his name; Death reveals his name as Mantra, the enlightened thinker sent to enlighten you toward the light of reason and power. The leaders drew in amazement and surprised but they still doubting him because he was here to enlighten them with filthy philosophies and gospels of darkness and corruption. Mantra stopped the unstoppable argument between the leaders by standing on the stage. Mantra gave his speech,a strong voice of the true leader and the charming elegance in the art of words; his speech was fully reasonable quickly explaining why you ponies need to be united to live in the code of honor and reason. Mantra believed that the soft-hearted emotions would lead to the distractions that will only make ponies vulnerable to be tempted by chaotic spirits and demons whom Death despised the most; Death as Mantra believing the true harmony could only lead by using the reasons and following the patterns of natural order.

A confusion starting to spark among the crowds, different questions rises like the flame of mount Holodor which Death had seen on this planet. Unicorns some questioned themselves what good will this mysterious guy bring beside he is somewhat unquestionable clever. Earth ponies questioned that how could this "god" would grant us a boon; those Earth ponies were pretty close in guessing. The Pegasis questioned themselves will this "so-called all knowing pony" help them to quell the monstrousity in this land. Mantra just simply smiled on his cheek, which catching the attention of the unicorn leader of the council; that leader asked what was so funny. Mantra just simply replied about how childish these ponies really were, bashing each other so naively and arguing each other with no pattern of reason. You should know Death is alike as Order who is very strict in working standard and he always follow the laws of conducts when his reapings.

The leaders were amazed about his golden words filled with rationality and obsoletion. They looking each other with disharmonious memories of what they have done to each other. Years of pointless fightings and non-compelling insultive arguments, they realized that their actions were so childish and unevolved. The leaders standing in silence as being hypnotized by their own dreams while their fellow ponies were debating in an intense battle of question. Mantra finally shouted a big word of silence which waking the leaders of each pony tribe up. The lesser ponies hiding behind the trees as they were so terrified of his shout full of impotence and wither blasting some of leaves of the trees near by. All ponies were so terrified even the grown up ponies; the leaders hid themselves behind their primitive tables foolishly. But only three of them stood near him, unshaken and in fortitude. These three leaders named Valiel the unicorn , Kovuer the pegasis and Tirana the earth pony who would be the future greatest leaders in the ancient Equestria. Mantra was now finally calmed himself from his rage cause of their childish acts and the three leader stepped with amazement of Mantra's power.

Valiel the unicorn who would later lead the greatest expedition that will change Equestria forever, he was the first one who bounding down to Mantra as the token of respect to their new Mentor. Tirana following with him then Koveur was the third then the rest of all ponies hailed down to Mantra. Mantra never had observed such a thing in his life; he was respected while in the past he was cursed for reaping souls to stabilize the universe by mortals. Mantra was emotional filling with a tear of greeny dust out of his mortal eye. The tear dropped on the group and it instantly vaporized the a part of the wood on the court's ground. No one ever noticed that tear but they only concentrating their attentions to the mysterious hooded wise pony. Mantra requested everypony to stand up and he had seen enough manner of them; Valiel stood up and asking Mantra what they should do now while all leaders had agreed to ally and behold in his command.

Mantra grew some of his supremely creative ideas in his great mind; he looked at the sky a while and observing that a dark cloud coming. Mantra requesting any of the ponies can clear these dark clouds away so he can see the greeny beautiful sun so he can give them lectures. Immediately, the five male pegasis stepping out with arrogance who would stop these dark clouds while other five female pegasis also challanging them to a competition. Before both sides engaging a long-wided complain, Mantra took a voice in demanding for peace. He lectured them the importance of unification or partnership; both sides ceased their rage voice then immediately assisting each other to blast these dark menancing clouds away in which the sky became brighter and shinnier as the result. Mantra smiled as seeing his humble partnership or friendship burning on these ten souls of pegasis; a hope of better future in cooperation is fruifully rising upon the ponies who were cheering as well as.

Mantra just solved the dispute which seeming to unite the pegasis together but it was just the first step for the true unification we later know. Mantra with the ponies went around for a walk in the apple forest; Mantra lecturing them how to seed and grow apples without gathering apples like what they did in the past. Mantra also teaching the importance of cooperation between three races in survivalism. Earth ponies receiving the knowledge of how Mantra seeding the apple trees; they were so interested and amused to see all his actions in harmony. After Mantra completed a perfect example of crop rotation and seeding then every earth pony followed his method and knowledge. When Earth pony finished her seeding of apple seeds extracted from apples then drop them on the ground; finally asking a pegasi for some water from the cloud. Not just only pegasi didn't provide the water then that pegasi also assauted the earth pony with brutal words; the earth pony was nearly bursting her anger out but she couldn't do anything for she was powerless. But hatred once again delayed the coming because pegasis believed that they shouldn't help the underlings so that sparking nearly into a fight between earth ponies and pegasis over nothing. Mantra once again calming them again with his staff in the shape of scythe which he summoned earlier hit the groud; generating a strong quake in the earth making all on the stage of falling even that abusive pegasi felt apart in terror. Mantra once again intimidated the entire two rivals with a reason, without cooperation so you all will doom in winter and only death will seek and rot you away. A few words helped to enlighten them a little bit; Earth ponies realized that they should have no fear to be put down by pegasis or unicorn anymore because they have rights to stand up for themselves; and power to shape destiny while pegasis learned the big lesson of self-control because they weren't truly that having power to judge other ponies.The two rivals once again apologized themselves to each other and everyone for causing this unecessary dispute.

After few days, Mantra stood above a high rock with his scythe or staff of enlightenment which his students refered to. Mantra believed that his ideas and methods had gone really effective and now every pony lived with each other with cooperation and order ; such a true perfect ordered society. The location in which the first pony civilization stood on today is known as Canterlot; the ancient capital city of Equestria which already established in the First Era in which the time Death as Mantra enlightened these little ponies.Yet, his work wasn't finished yet because the last obstacle for his enlightenment was the unicorns. Mantra wondered that how come didn't these unicorns come to evolve and civilize their friends because they have the capability of magic and knowledge far beyond other ponies. Mantra wished to find out this mystery because the unicorns were all so quiet during the time of his lectures; so Mantra disguised as an unicorn known in a fake name as Twillight Shadow. Twillight Shadow walked among the group of unicorns and under covering himself as a new blood of a society in which this group leading him to. Those unicorns had naive minds to even know the concealed idenity of Mantra. Twillight Shadow with his companions walking into the dark cave; the cave was so dark in which Death even hard to see in his mortal eyes then sudden a spark in the dark. Twillight Shadow stunned with terror or surprised; he pretended to do it so these mortals could believe him. His companions laughed at him and confirmed that there was nothing to be feared because that spark is just the light to light up all the candles. The light had been lighted up then Twillight Shadow stunned and paralyzed which couldn't believe in his mortal eyes; mountains of gems, river of milks, castle of food stocks and statues of gold. His companions quickly explained to him like a friend; they said that all this wonderous wealth which they stole from all tribes around this land of Zimlja through deceptions and conquests.

Twillight Shadow put a big what out his mouth in which had caused a suspicion among the ranks; so Twillight Shadow quickly changed his mood and tones in happy to ask where to sign up. That was what they like to hear. Then they put Twillight Shadow to meet into a big concentrate meeting in the square. Where most of unicorns from the united tribes concentrated on; Mantra as Twillight Shadow feeling quite aware of what was going on and he predicted there could be no good from it. A great unicorn walking out full of jewels and glory, that must be the leader then coming out with his closer aqquaintance, Valiel which Mantra realized earlier.

The great unicorn gave his speech full of anger, wrath and selfishness when he glorified the unicorn dirty devilish works of stealing and selfishly destroy things. All the unicorns agreed with him in cheers, Mantra felt there was a strong influence of evil in here from the body of the leader unicorn from a particularly powerful amulet. Mantra quickly realized that was the Amulet of Greed, the possession of the one his reaper who was the leader of the Baneful Scythe named Catastrophe or number 12 which seemly confirmed fading away to oblivion during the Celestial Dispute of Trytaris; the amulet which Catastrophe reaped off from an extreme powerful demon (Dark knight). Mantra as Twillight Shadow realized that this amulet couldn't get into the hand of these innocient ponies. At the same time, the leader pony revealed his name as Dunkel who would lead the army to destroy all ponies once and for all as well as the so-called savior Mantra..

Twillight Shadow bursted into rage in saying to disagree the plan and boast the wrongful plan. Dunkel smiled and simply commanded the guards to arrest the strange Twillight Shadow. Before even the unicorn guards reaching him; Twillight Shadow revealed himself as Mantra with the holy scythe staff which blasting all nearby unicorns near by. Almighty push! The unicorns shattered through out the square ; they pushed away in all directions but luckily no one was hurted. Dunkel simply smiled and congrated that he was the man who had been looking for to challange for a duel; Valiel stood behind in terror to observe two great ponies engaging in a battle. Mantra noticed Valiel cowardly hiding then he persuaded him to come out and side with him for Mantra seeing this innocient one would be the true leader in the future; he had the potential for this.

Dunkel immediately intimidated Valiel not to be sided with this so-called mentor; Valiel didn't make a choice yet!

Dunkel in his glorifed horn with the dark amulet confronted with Mantra the Mentor with a scythe staff. Dunkel mocking Mantra to dispove all Mantra's philosophies which are false and demonic. Mantra didn't notice that and warn Dunkel to take the dark amulet of for it was corrupting you. Dunkel immediately enraged then throwing a great fireball toward Mantra but then Mantra easily deflected the fire ball with his scythe which subsquentially destroyed a mountain of gem near by. All the guards and unicorn members were unconcious because Mantra's blast which putting them to the sleep of death in which not killing them but momentary hibernating them for a small amount of time.

Dunkel and Mantra then jumping into the duel as both no side listen to each other's word. The battle of philosophies and words was over and now the true duel to determine the victor in here. Valiel hiding behind the pillar of gems in terror awaiting to see the victor as the next chapter would tell us!

Chapter 4: The Shroud of Greed

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Chapter 4: The Shroud of Greed

An intense battle, both sides have a different view of harmony in the torn-apart land of Zimlja which already has been ravaged by constant wars and terror for centuries. Mantra, the enlightened one stood on the left as the aspect of knowledge in which believing that only cooperation and order can bring to true harmony. My father, Dunkel the Lord of Marauders believing in conquest and bloodshed which will truly bring harmony to the land and fill it with tyranny.
-Valiel-

Dunkel and Mantra immediately jumped into battle, the Dunkel conjured up his sweet enchanted elemental blade of annihilation in which taking shape like a pick staff. Mantra swiftly held the unrelenting attack of Dunkel by blocking with his staff. Dunkel observed that he couldn’t break through the block so altering himself as a dark cloud flying through the barrier of force field which Mantra created to evade from the attack.

Dunkel reforming himself from the court made of silver and gold; he amusing smiled behind his darkness and giving his curiousity out the shell:

“You are no ordinary pony, don’t you!”

As the darkness reforming his true self from the long distance, Dunkel continued:

“ Using wise words and golden tongue to persuade ponies and calm disharmony with few words. Generating a blast to plunder trees then greatly amused to figure that you use magic without horn like our unicorns. Such a demon can do that!”

Dunkel felt that this was the justification for his action to against Mantra in the thought he was the demon from Tartarus. The Amulet of Greed had taken all his mind and soul; he had been illusive by the tricks of the amulet that Dunkel had been saving the Zimlja who time. Ironically, the amulet turned him into a tyrannical beast who manipulating the force of magic into destroying, plundering and bizzare acts against his own kinds. Mantra could clearly see in the Dunkel’s eyes; redness and madness. The more Dunkel using the amulet; the darker and greedier he possessed. In Mantra’s vision, Dunkel is being effected by the scourge he created by himself. Beyond comprehension!!

Mantra gladly replied with humor:

“ I am the one of the few ponies having gut to stand up against a giant marauder like you! I would give you last chance, turning the amulet now or facing my wrath! I am not an easy person for you to mess with.”

Mantra just wanted to test if Dunkel was fully corrupted by the amulet by saying the few aggressive mocking words. Pride and arrogance were the last phase of being corrupted where the corrupted being will lose the ability to realize the reality and completely lose in the matrix of space-time. Mantra just hoped it would be not too late so he could save Dunkel.

Answering the reply, Dunkel stood up and shovering his dark wings of burning feathers. Oh no! The final transformation of the amulet has completed. It is beyond curable; I feel bad to Valiel if I had to kill Dunkel, his father. Mantra cleared things up in his mind as he was ready to have the new strategy. Mantra sat down in the ground with his scythe staff on his right hand as he absorbing the power near by him to prepare for the upcoming battle. Mantra as Death was trying to limit his power as possible from causing any great destruction to the planet and the land because one touch of Death could destroy a forest in an instance.

As Dunkel clearing up his wings as well as his unforgettable memories out of his mind. All memories about he had fun with his son, Valiel. The day his wife died in one of his plunder for finding foods by stealing from the dragons. Dunkel was so mourned and wrathful over his wife’s death that he couldn’t let it away as his son,Valiel grew up without his father love because Dunkel was focusing all the times to keep unicorns power in the land. Dunkel once day found a strange amulet which immediately tempted to wear it which providing him immersive power. Dunkel even has power to control the minds of dragons to do his plunders and biddings. The council of unicorns growing fearful about the dark power which Dunkel wielding in which banishing him ,Valiel and his followers out of the land for eternity. Throughout the years of banishment, Dunkel becoming more corrupted and powerful as he using the amulet. He was secretly preparing a war to finally conquer the uncivilized Equestria before the coming of Death so he could finally have the true peace which his wife dreamed about. The days Mantra arrived here, it was the day everything had to end; the day of judgement in which who would emerge as victorious to gain the domination of Zimlja.

Dunkel put his hoof which had turned into a sharpest claw on his cheek to clear the dust out as well as testing his horn. Dunkel quickly had a thought in his mind My body had successfully manifested the power of a demon and terror; this Mantra could be a reaper I guessed but doesn’t matter for me who will emerge victory today. Dunkel trickily get a glimpse of Mantra as he observing and finishing his thought the central core of his power rested in his staff so I have to figure away to destroy it so attacked his legs would be ideals.Dunkel quickly expanding his wings then flying toward Mantra is a turbulent speed which no one could dodge and armed his elemental sword of annihilation.

Mantra rushing his eyes to open and kicking his scythe staff. Using tekenesis to manipulate the directions of the staff then rapidly generating a wind blast, a tornado! Repelling Dunkel back but Dunkel didn’t give up that easily so he conjured up a fire out with the dark magic of his horn which effectively put out the tornade out of exsistence. Mantra quickly using substitution of green apparent replacing him as he teleported himself on the top of the golden tower.Mantra absurdly balancing himself on top with his hoof which toying the sight of Dunkel. Mantra temperately replied with some respect:

“ Balance is the way of the universe, the darkness must learn where to stay in the place called the Eternal Void! Violating the law, meaning a certain doom, my childish pony so turning away back from the darkness corrupting your spirit!”

Mantra rationalized this words which had given; the only final warning which he repeatively repeated again as hope asking Death to give this unicorn the final chances. Once again, Dunkel violently answered :

“ NO!”

Then he threw the wave of fire toward the tower which consequentially destroyed the entire tower in which Valiel stood. Valiel fearly stunned; he completely paralyzed as a boulder of gold approaching to fall on him and crush him. Dunkel didn’t care to take a look at him in momentary but luckily like the speed faster than light. Mantra blinked in dashing form so quickly and rapid! He grabbed the paralyzed Valiel and teleport both of them to the shadowy place in the corner of the cave in which out of the sight of madness Dunkel.

Valiel taking his breath violently as he couldn’t understand in his limited comprehension in which he bursted into words:

“WHY? Why did you save me?”

Mantra simply smiled, and answered:

“That is simply what a pony was born to do, save each other.”

Valiel still being shocked and wrathfully desired for the answer:

“ I have attempted to assassinate you many times, don’t ya know? I have followed you everytime and recorded every of your action. I had known that you discovered me so I fled away in that night. Why? No pony ever cares for each other but themselves but why did you care about me? I need to know.”
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Flash back a few days before Mantra as the Twillight Shadow in which he was trying to meditate the power of nature in Zimlja in order to limit his growing destructive power inside him. Mantra sat on his levitated rock which he used magic upon.
He released his heavy mortal breath and thinking. It seems that my embodiment of Death trying to grow back as I haven’t destroyed a thing for years since the day I arrived to the planet. The more I tried to calm my destructive embodiment, the more is desired to return back. I have taught these ponies all the philosophies and knowledge which I can possibly provide to them; I just made them to believe that they will obediently follow me when they died. Like a farmer grew his seeds then reaping them as his rewards; but I felt I have been less thinking the reward as I have been so chained with adorableness and pitifulness of these little ponies.I never felt so empathic and joyful in my countless life; I hope when the day of each of them died when I come for their souls. I wish that I will have the ability to speak to them about the truth.

Before even finishing the line of thought, Mantra sensed a drop of water on the lake as he sitting on the levitated rock. As the drop of water impacted the surface which generating a tiny wave explandingradiusly through all the lake. Mantra knew that was an intruder with an ordinary soul of innocient and inexperienced but I don’t know his real identity.

Mantra spotted the moving shadow sprinting to escape him. Mantra quickly jumped out of his levitated rock then altering himself with the hardly visible wings of reaper to chase down the moving shadow. Dued the darkness of the night, Mantra could hardly see with his mortal eyes while he desired not to use his Death’s power. Mantra wished not hurt this one but tried to hibernate this one because the shadow was the one whom Mantra felt following him all the times.Mantra felt uncomfortable of being watched so wishing to chase down the mysterious shadow.

Mantra manifesting the barks of the forest as he passing; but no prevail for the target running too fast. Mantra increased his volume and speaking with voice of persuasion:

“ Don’t worry, I won’t harm you so just ceasing your hooves!”

The target spoke no worse as Mantra running out of his patient. Mantra conjured up a ball of purplish and green energy then throwing at the target. The target had a good sense so dodged it as Mantra repeatively throwing the balls in which infused with sleeping powder of death, actually tranquilize you into a hibernation mode and not killing you. Mantra was getting tired with his mortal strength as the target dodging so good.

Mantra changed his strategy so instead of throwing mimic balls. He created a big wave of sleeping powder then unleashing through out the forest in which effectively tranquilizing all creatures near by as well as some Pegasis, earth ponies and unicorns doing the guard duty of the village. The target observing the direful wrath of Mantra, the target terrified a little but luckily in time his power recharged so he teleported himself out the giant wave devouring the forest. Mantra landing on the safely earth ground as observing the target teleported out of the range of the wave as escaping far far away.

Mantra angrily locking his sight on target as he getting away into the mystical night. Mantra calming his rage by rashfully hit the earth with his scythe staff. He grunted himself for not catching the shadow following him but he felt some suspiscion lately in which nearly reminding him of a familiar pony could be in this shadow. He put his hoof on his chin and convinniently saying :
“ This mysterious shadow must be an unicorn since I have figured the gender of male. He seemed quite talented in espionage but poorly lacking of experience. The thing is intriguing me that he looking so familiar but can’t recall the name.”

So the mystery of Mantra’s shadow continued to live on through months by months. As Mantra starting to discover suspiscious activities of those unicorns who attentionally disrupt or not attend to his lecture days. As some of his unicorn students revealed to him the truth about the cult of excellent unicorns communing to their mysterious deity for power and knowledge. Mantra tried to disprove this so-called “truth” many times but as his unicorn students constantly diminishing in numbers so he tried to investigate in the disguise of Twillight Shadow.
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After the few seconds of flash back in his mortal mind, Mantra had understood the reasons. Simply, everything! All pieces of his information had connected to each other; mystery solved! But it didn’t mean that his work finish yet. He had to rip off the Amulet of Greed before the selfishness corrupting the planet of Zimlja. Death as Mantra realized that his long journey might end here as he refusing himself wherever to unleash his true Reaper form or not.

Suddenly, a ice spear coming out of nowhere with unrelenting speed and sharper millions time than any sharp things could find in the planet of Zimlja. With enough recognition, Mantra just simply switched his scythe staff on the left which deflecting the direction of the icy spear. The spear just slowed but still fast so it hit through several mountain of gem and stucked right near the position of Mantra and crumbling Valiel.

Dunkel observed from a far and not even expressing his emotion. He just simply smiled on his cheekbone with a dark ambitious imtimacy. No wonder, Mantra looked at his back and Oh! Crap! The icy spear exploded and release the mass of freezing energy which destructively freezing everything near by it. Mantra luckily summoned his Ice Apparent in time in whom absorbing all the freezing frosty energy of the spear. How can this unicorn able to manipulate all elements to suit his will, the amulet of Greed is certainly a powerful artifact but I never remembered that it can control the five elements. As Mantra secretly had a conversation with himself then quickly seeing that the sign on the amulet had changed from the face of a dragon to a hooded form of a reaper. Can’t this be? Catastrophe has come, reaping can’t happen without my authorization. This is getting worse!
As Valiel lying weakened and powerless with his horn drained by the spell of his father,Dunkel casted from the icy spear. Valiel used all his energy to get a glimpse and observing Mantra from the ground as the Ice Apparent surrounding Mantra and him to protect from his dad’s spell. Valielthinny said with bated breath:

“ My Dad, what happened to him? Why he attacking us both? Answer me.”

Mantra standing feet by feet, watching Dunkel was absorbing more surrounding life forces of his unconscious unicorns and natural energy to transform himself as the reaper. Mantra simply replied without hesitation:

“ Your father is not yours anymore! He had become the giant monstrous unicorn ever exsisted in history, a reaper!”

Valiel still disbelieved in what Mantra replied so he continued to ask with fury:

“ I don’t believe you! What is a reaper? What you didn’t tell me ? HE IS STILL MY FATHER, I don’t believe you, this can not be happening and YOU ARE LYING ; you are a demon of Tartarus.”

Mantra didn’t get shaken by any of Valiel’s words as observing Dunkel was giving his soul away to become a corrupted reaper.But Mantra still had some chance to reply to him:

“ If he was truly your father, how come did he even try to kill you and boast you outside. Even if I am a demon, you would live a life that would be worse than death itself. Listening to me, young one! A father is not worthy of a father is the father who never listens nor cares about his son.”

Those precious and wiseful words just shot an arrow to the heart of the little young unicorn, Valiel. As Valiel’s blood rushing to his brain to revive the memories of him with his father. Those golden days when his mother was still in exsistence and his dad was still a greatest dad he ever dreamed for until that dark day had come when his father forgot completely about him and rushing all his times for power and plunders.Valiel lived the rest of his life to this day in the grief , bane and infinite sorrow. Valiel never knew the definition of friendship nor cooperation in his life as he living the cave to study the magic to steal and kill. Until the day, Mantra came with his golden words had enlightened Valiel’s heart and mind. Valiel was never so fun to communicate the ponies whom he was only commanded to hate. Valiel softly switched his mind from emotional precious memories to rational reasonable thought. What should I do now? Do I have to kill my father or face his corrupted wrath upon this land? Killing my father is immoral against our traditional law but if I sided with him once again; we would be returned back the age of hatred and terror. No! Everything Mantra built has to live; ponies had already had enough of wars and hatred. It is the time for a change.

Valiel silently observing his father absorbing the power surrounding him and devour life forces of his unicorn companions. While Mantra is pretty much weakening from the previous constant attacks of Dunkel; he might able to hold much longer. Valiel slowly tried to offer his help to Mantra then suddenly a dark rusting chain unleashing from his father trying to hook both Mantra and Valiel to its owner. Mantra used all his stamina then swinging a slash which deflecting the hook chain to the left in 90 degrees. That’s not all! Not all!

The hook chain immediately changing its direction and flying around the position of Valiel and Mantra as am anaconda squeezing its prey. The circle was getting shorter, shorter and shorter as it generated a dark tonardo which oblilerating all oxygen of both the Mentor and young prince. Valiel struggling to breath as much as he can, hopelessly replied toward Mantra as he crumbling down:

“We are doomed! Please help my father, I can’t make…it…” As Valiel lost his conscious and on the state of dying because of suffocation.

Mantra replied back ferociously: “Don’t die on me, youngling!”

Mantra holding his breath as the tonardo generating the poisoinous gas called Jikruma, I can’t believe he can even have access to one of the most poisonous substance to nearly all living forms. Dunkel is no ordinary pony, he beyond the other ponies as he going through apotheosis; a god to them! As my ancient memory conjured up, the Amulet of Greed never had so much power and deadly in history! Unless…. As Mantra’s memory conjured back in his mind to remember the one of a year in an aeon in which a war broke up between Reapers and Demons as the Reapers surrounded all the demons in the little planet of 523-XYZ. The Reapers emerged victory as Death observed from a far which the Gorchymyn Council commanded them to destroy these demons.
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The memory returns back to Mantra about the small little enjoyable war back in 30 aeons ago. Death was commanded to unleash the small division of 30 Reapers to besiege the planet of 523-XYZ where Jikruma was much in presence where a large group of demons holding up. The small war opened in full-scale as the Reapers launched the rain of blizzare freezing frost energy beams on the forts of the demons. Each fortress teared down one by one, as each Reaper easily slaying demons like cutting grasses with scythes and swords. One of the most powerful reapers which Death favored, his name was 12 but most reapers called him Catastrophe.

Catastrophe swinged and freely let his sword dancing Hula without control; as the river of demons approaching him. Everytime, Catastrophe swinging and slashing the demons approaching him; blood forming into river as their pointless damnable souls absorbed into his body. Blaze dragons unleased from the Fort. Karhozat, the last stronghold of the demons as the victory favoring the reapers.

Catastrophe laughing at the unleashed dragons with blaze aura and vengeful eyes of flame. He pridefully shouted to all survived demons retreating to Fort Karhozat:

“ You called THAT A BATTLE! The more you running, the less mercy I would provide to you! You won’t escape your doom in the end!”

The headmaster of the blaze dragons called Propast, the bane of all the baneful ones simply smiled and replied back:

“ How much do you think that you are that powerful? The arrogant stupid big-mouth one!”

Catastrophe liked of being challenged and even loved when being insulted. So he could release his wrath to cast the final catastrophe on his enemy; when everytime everyone thinks he losing; he always wins. Catastrophe didn’t even say a word then jumping toward Propast with lightning speed but Propast dodged his sword near his neck. Propast then opening the rain of armageddon on him and the fire from the sky felt upon as he crumbled down into the pit of fire.

Propast laughing from a far as observing his opponent was being sank into the pit of flame slowly. He believed that Catastrophe was defeated and no catastrophe would come upon them. In a instance, a slash went through the body of Propast, lord of blaze dragons. Propast touching his chest and observing the fiery yellow blood bleeding from his body on his claws. Propast losing his vision as seeing that his blood on his hand was darkened and freezed then being disintegrated into nothingness as well as his hand being freezed and crumbling down. Just a second, Propast just knew that it was the enchantment of Catastrophe which finally coming down to his head. Propast stumbled down on the infernal ground of the cataclysm.

Watching that Castatrophe standing in front of him; before his entire body felt into the dead by the enchantment of Catastrophe as his soul would lose forever in the Eternal Void. His finally words revealed:

“ I felt a darkened ……… heart…….. and …………a cold soul…….”

Propast the lord of the blaze dragons died by the price of his arrogance as well as his sin. The place he could find the redemption was only to the depth the Eternal Void called Oblivion where suffering a fate worse than Hell.

Catastrophe cleaned his wicked sword with the fearful name of “ Orbe dar Krobar” meaning of the “Worse than Death” in the pit of the lava river where was devouring the body of Propast. Catastrophe leading a group of strongest reapers flying through the indestructible wall of the Fort. Karzohat, meaning of Blazing Bane.

As the group of 10 Reapers approaching to the fortress from the air superiority; the blazing dragons tried to revenge for the dead of their king, Propast. Many of them ferociously attacking the vanguard of Reapers but no prevail. Catastrope just swinging and nine of others kept slashing their weapons and shooting the rain of arrows and bolts. The blazing dragons with infernal auras escaping with all their lives; from the state of vengeance to the state of coward.

Catastrophe hated the cowards so he dashing ahead the vanguard and chasing every blazing dragon. His sword feasting on the blood of the dragons and absorbing the life forces of them; one by one felt by his wrath. One of the blazing dragons successfully managed to retreat back to the fort. He shouted with monstrous volume:

“ PREPARE!! PREPARE! Those Reapers were coming! Closing the window now!”

The fort was designed on the giant volcano had the structure in which nearly looking like sphere; a perfect location to build an impenetrable fortress. As the lesser demons and fiery demons coming as fast as they could to reinforce to closer the Window. The Damons or the great demons who are the strongest type of demons you could ever find; behind their Lords of course! Using their magic and inhuman strength to reinforce the Window to come closer into a close.

Sadly, many of the blazing dragons didn’t make it as they kept feeding to the Orbe dar Korbar with the entire Reaper battalion coming behind Catastrophe as they charging the final charge to break the Window. But the Window was closing too fast so all reapers could be fast enough to go through it. As their normal stamina was being drained away, so many reapers were tired so falling behind other stronger reapers.

Other reapers discussing to each other in worry:

A reaper said: “We might not make it though! It closing too fast!”

Other reaper replied: “What we gonna do?”

After hearing the conversation behind him, he credibly said:

“ I have to be faster!”

So he used his superior stamina to dash him forward out the vanguard which making enough time to break through the Window before its close. After observing that Catastrophe broke through all the demons charged at him with a foolish hope of eliminating him. Damons wasted no chances so they rushing toward him with a fairy tale of killing this monstrousity of battlefield. Some of survived blazing dragons had seen this was the perfect chance since they outnumbered him so wasting no breath to breathe fire upon him.

Catastrophe had seen no thread when even being outnumbered by thousands; he just simply smiled in a slow motion which we could clear see that he said:

“ You can’t stop an inevitable catastrophe!” With full of arrogance and profoundness.

Catastrophe released a great power in the form of a darkening, cold and emptiness sphere of energy in his two armored fingered hands. The energy of suffering, destruction, terror and pain awaits for his command to be released. The annoying and knowingless demons and dragons approaching fast then finally said:

“ Doom!”

The sphere was released as from his two hands as the dark energy traveled quickly than anything in their comprehension. It spreading faster than a disease but it suffocated anything it touches with extreme terror , suffering and agony before facing the death of its target. The first ignorant Damon striked by the energy and screaming in agony and terror then finally turning to ashes. A greatest scenery of catastrophe! The barrier of energy kept expanding to killing all its enemies then finally exploding to disappear.

The remaining demons and dragons were terrified by the death of their friends so chaotic running without control. Leaving Catastrophe to open the Window to let the army of Reapers came into to reap the souls of lawless demons. As Catastrophe walking toward the throne room of the Fort Karzohat; a dire scenery! Reapers freely slaughtering poor demons on the street and alleyways. Death, death everywhere!

Catastrophe walking without opposition and catastrophe spreading as he walked. When reaching the throne room, then he kicked the giant door with super strength in which shattering the door into pieces. He approaching the demon sitting on his fiery throne, his name was Gier, Lord of Greed and Devourer of Matters. Catastrophe relentlessly approaching toward the demon and gruntly said:

“ There is a catastrophe on your head! Surrender to be in Eternal Void or get killed to wander in Oblivion.”

Gier patiently replied to the one of the reapers who robbed his home and destroyed all his property. He kept all his anger down below his body:

“ Such harshful words! Don’t you have some manner to knock the door before entering someone’s house.”

Catastrophe quickly replied:

“That is all I need to hear!”

Catastrophe rapidly dashing toward Gier and opening his sword. With his most violent stamina, he slashed then safely landing on the back of the fiery throne. Gier didn’t die but he just quickly escaped out of his old shell to form his new shell. In the new form, he revealed the Amulet of Greed ; one of the most powerful dark magic and demonic artifacts in the universe. It grants the wielder the source to near limitess power if you feed the energy or souls to the artifact. Catastrophe greatly amused by it so he spoke in his mind This amulet could be one of the best in my arsenals; getting rid of him won’t be easy nor hard.

Gier replied with fury:

“ You destroyed all treasured things and slain my minions. Ransacking my fortress and plundering our properties. I remembered reapers don’t act without honor and rules!”

Catastrope stood up again to prepare for his charge again then replying:

“ We are here to destroy you and your minions! I am the embodiment of catastrophe, and I will pour the water of doom on you as I had done to many subjects in the past and most of them are demonic.”

Gier ferociously replied with zeal:

“ You have to cross over my body first !”

So they charged into an endless battle for 3 day. Slashing, fire throwing, summoning, hitting,…. None of them had drained their strength and mana yet! But the superiority rested in the hand of Catastrophe. To the third day, Gier’s strength started to wane away and Catastrophe quickly grabbed the chance then slashing a great slash from his neck down to his chest. Gier was wounded fatally and might no make it.

Gier’s power fading away as his life force crumbling down. He lied on the rumble of his fortress and gazing in front of Catastrophe. Gier tried to use his powerless hand to grab the Amulet of Greed which was teared away from the body of Gier by Orbe dar Krobar, a sword bring the catastrophe worse than death. Catastrophe closely approarching toward the Gier, Lord of Pathetic Greed! He took away the amulet as gazing at its beauty and power. Gier coughing out of blood and dust as he is near the death; he replied toward Catastrophe:

“ The Amulet would never be yours!..........*Coughing*……. You wouldn’t able to use it without meeeee!

Catastrophe simply smiled:

“ I know so I would have to take your soul to use it!”

Gier angrily replied:

“You, bastard!!!” Catastrophe using his sword slashed him on his head as the final words of Gier spoken from his mouth.

“ Nooooooo…….Death took me to Oblivion!”

Catastrophe softly spoke: “No, Death won’t take you but I”

So Catastrophe quickly grabbed Gier’s demonic soul into the amulet to imprision its there so he could be able to use the amulet. As Catastrophe walking outside as the cheer of reapers shattered the atmosphere of the planet, the song of victory over a worthy foe in which 12 Reapers died or faded to Oblivion. Catastrophe also named as the legend among the reapers as also as the leader of the Baneful Scythes! Death observed the battle from space and felt a little worry about the hubris of Catastrophe which he believing that Catastrophe was trying to do something out of his authority. Death just standing there, feeling relief about the mission accomplished and feeling nothing over a victory. But at that time, Death or Mantra didn’t know about the existence about the Amulet of Greed in the possession of Catastrophe until now.
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After reviving the little flashback from his memories, Mantra now had understood something about the amulet. Did Gier somehow returned back to life through the amulet? Impossible! Catastrophe had handed the soul of Gier so that wretched demon could be eternally wandering in Oblivion. These ponies are lucky to lure me into this planet because the amulet made me hugely interested. While he was thinking for a strategy then an apparent of his second self appeared to tell him: Using Reaper Form now! You can’t defeat a powerful demon without the embodiment of Death. Mantra quickly protested that I can’t ! It may destroy everything I have built. The second self replied: If the planet felt into hatred and terror again under a hand of a powerful demonic unicorn could be worse than Death so you have to finish their misery. Mantra angrily demanded: No! No! There are always another ways, so why don’t get your wretched face out of my sight! The second self vanished into the air in his mind.
While Mantra was thinking, Valiel shouted:

“Above you!!!”

Mantra quickly looking above him but fast enough to see that Dunkel using a mystical demonic armor in the fiery darkest aura with his already corrupted body and his horn now made of the shard of the corrupted crystal from the depth of oblivion. Dunkel aimed his mystical punch summoned by his horn; Mantra had enough time to push Valiel aside from being affected by the punch.

Valiel shouted:

“MAAANNTRAAA!”

As Mantra being hit by the punch by Dunkel, his body faced on the ground as the ground shattered generated an earthquake making all buildings in the cave felt into the ground. Mantra was pretty wounded by the impact in which his face facing the earthly ground. Then Dunkel picking up his body with his magical mystical hand in the tought stalwart body that he had been earned from his corruption. Dunkel laughing manically and shouted :

“ Time for you to face your eternal consequence, DEATH!!!”

Mantra replied back:

“ You can not kill Death itself, my child!”

Dunkel was pretty shocked by Mantra’s words and pretty much shaken before even trying to use his magical sword to impale Mantra. Dunkel shouted at his face:

“ What is the meaning of this? What are you really?”

Mantra covered his hood out with his two hooves and said:

“ I am the only redemption, you can find!”

Dunkel didn’t even have time to summon out a word, then Mantra smashed his head into the amulet which generating a great light energy that covering both of them in side the whiteness sphere of nothingness. Mantra was attempted to destroy the amulet dued that he was disable to reach his staff or magic.

While Mantra and Dunkel was being imprisioned into the white globe than shattering with a blast of shockwave to all directions. Valiel used his hoof to cover his face from the overpowered shockwave.

When the wave of shockwave was over, Valiel could only a see white globe that trapped both opponents inside. Valiel felt down to his knees and cried:

“ What have you done, Mantra?”

As the silent began to arose and dominated the cave. No sound ever heard. Unconcious unicorns were still dreaming the sweet dreams. Only Valiel standing there with a hope.
Hope.
Mantra.

Chronicle of Equestria - A Historical Mystery Has Unfold!

by Master of Reapers

Chapter 1: Reapers and Seeder

Chapter 2: An Unexpected Savior

Chapter 3: An Uneasy Quest

Chapter 4: The Shroud of Greed