Humanity has fallen, they have all been ponified. The Tyrant rules, but all is not lost. For this is the day, when the gods returned, and cast their shadow over Celestia, and her percous ponies.
WARNING!! I AM A TERRIBLE WRITER!! ALSO, IF YOU DON'T LIKE MY STORY, ACTUALLY GIVE A REASON! DON'T JUST SAY "DUDE, UR STORY IS [censored in order to maintain 'Everyone' status]ING TERRIBLE!! Enjoy! Twelve years have passed since Equestria landed on Earth and the barrier formed. Eleven and a half years have passed since the Conversion Bureaus opened. Six since Celestia abruptly declared that all humans were evil, and must convert or die. Six since the sons of Adam realized their technology could not defeat magic. And now, humanity has fallen, Celestia reigns supreme, and the barrier cover the world. But all is not lost. For it was on this day when the gods returned, and gave the foolish ruler her final judgment. Wanderer, Defender, Singer, Spellbinder, Witherer, Time Keeper. The High Council. Today they lay their judgment upon Celestia and her precious ponies.
I claim copyright to the High Council:(my creations) Wanderer, Defender, Singer, Spellbinder, Witherer, and Time Keeper. The ponies belong to Hasbro.
Formerly known as "TCB:Final Judgment" but Wave Blaster has a story with the same general concept and a similar name.
"She must be punished!" Thundered the Wander from his throne of fire at the corner of the triangulate table.
"She has ended so much bloodshed, how is that bad?" questioned the Defender from his throne of steel at another corner.
"Civilizations are built through bloodshed husband, it is as essential as air." answered the many-armed 'Witherer', from between them.
"Still, the humans of Earth caused far more than most any other, by far more than was necessary." said the Singer,from her tree-throne at the third corner.
"All things must go to death with time." stated the Time Keeper from his miniature-mountain between the Singer and the Defender.
"For there to be life there must be death, for the balance of the worlds the deed must be repaid!" Proclaimed Spellbinder, from her throne of stone between the Wanderer and the Singer. "That is the Law of Magic!"
"What do you know of magic, human?" Sneered the many-armed Witherer, from her throne of skulls between the Wander and the Singer. "You would still be mortal had the Wanderer's avatar not fallen for you."
"Are you insulting my wife, Witherer?" The Wanderer accusingly, his slitted eyes filled with fire.
"No!" said Witherer quickly, desperate to avoid the Wanderer's wrath.
"Good. Remember that though you are mighty, you are but a worm before the rest of us. You hold no power over us immortals."
"Are you insulting my wife now, brother?" asked the Defender.
"Perhaps. Even if that were the case what could be done? What could you do about it?" Asked the Wanderer.
"ENOUGH!" shouted the Time Keeper. "We are wasting time. Precious time."
"Time Keeper is correct, a decision must be made." The Singer interjected.
"Killing is needed for any life, whether predator or prey, it matters not. The prey will eat the plant, the predator will eat the prey. It is the circle of life. The Princess destroyed humanity for following these very laws, for that she must be punished. Let us not forget she banished her own sister." said the Wanderer.
"What?!" shouted Witherer. "Why were we not told of this, and how do you know of it?" She inquired.
"I am the Wanderer, Lord of Magic. Fire, Lightning, Chaos. These are my weapons. And my tools. I am flame and I am fire, I am destruction, decay and desire. I am the father of the Elder Three: Nyx, and Tiamat, and their brother Chaos. I am the grandfather of Gaea. I am the Second, first child of the First. I was the Lone One. I am the Eldest Eldritch, the master of destruction and war. Creator of freedom, passion, emotion, and free will. I was ancient before the War that Began Time began, you were but children. I am the elder of all being but one, I am the one who set the stars ablaze. I have my sources." Replied the Wanderer.
"You've been watching them forever haven't you?" said his wife, Spellbinder.
"Yes." He stated deadpan.
"Why?" Asked the Defender, who being the lord of Strength, steel,and stone and the Master of Order, could not understand.
"Simple. I could."
"Oh haha, brother. Now tell use, why did you really watch her?"
"Alright, I'll tell you. After the Time War, I continued Wandering, as I had since the Time Before Time. I eventually stumped upon a realm of utter nothing. No life, no stars, the fire, no free will. You would have liked it. However, I hated it instantly, just a barren world of ice and rock. So I light a sun, created a moon, added some stars and transplanted some dragons. After that I waited a few millennia and added the first mortals. I'm not sure what compelled me to make them as I did but I did it none the less. Small, sentient, technicolor, ponies."
"WHAT?!" shouted everyone else.
"You created the ponies?!" Cried Spellbinder.
"Why did you never tell use?!" Demanded the Defender.
"When?!" Shouted Time Keeper.
"What could have possible compelled you to keep this a secret?!" said Witherer, still shocked by the Wanderer's revelation.
"Please, I am the Wanderer. I was ancient when time began. I am the Mightiest of Them All. I am a Master of Destruction and Chaos. I am not required to inform my younger siblings and their spouses of my doings."
"But why did you never tell me?" asked Spellbinder, sounding hurt.
"You never asked." There was a collective facepalm on everyone's part.
"Alright, please continue." said Time Keeper.
"Alright. So, inspiration, having struck, I took a lump of stone and shaped it into the form of a pony. I then to a lump of cloud, and a feather from the great winged horse Pegasus, and combined them, shaping them into a winged pony. Then I took a single strand of the stars I had lit, and shaped that to, into a pony. This time with a horn. Finally, I granted them the fire of life, simultaneously. However the little ponies cried out, for while they appeared the same, and where of the same maker, they were not the same. So, I, answering my children cries, and created more, many more, of each race. Then I departed, for a thousand years. When I returned, I discovered something was missing. So I took the essence of each pony race, and created my forth race upon this world. I named them "Alicorns". Ageless, immortal, and nearly un-killable. Capable of amazing feats of strength, flight, and with an innate talent for magic. They numbered seven hundred. Then, one more, I retreated from that world, for a thousand years. When I returned, mere moments after I arrived, an abomination of immense power appeared, throwing the realm into chaos, and slaying the alicorns. This enraged me. How dare this being, this monster, take my beautiful chaos and transform it into something hideous! I swore vengeance, so, unable to bring my own powers to bear without endangering the remaining ponies. So I created the Crystals of Ma'at, harmony, order when created by mortals of their own free will. Equal parts chaos and order, I wielded these objects against my foe, whom I named Discord. I damned him to live forever, frozen in stone. Then I flew across the realm, there a forest, wild and free. I planted a single seed and commanded it to become a mighty tree. And so it did. I placed the crystals within it's branches and commanded the forest to guard it. Then I departed. As I left, I saw two alicorn foals, the last of their breed. Sisters, clearly. I left content that their race would live on. I knew they would hide in the shadows until the time was right, but just when the time would be right, not even I could know. I have not returned to Equis since." The others gasped, seeing the aura of despair and rage around the eldest and greatest among them. "I created free will, now one of my own creations dares to defile it? Upon mankind, no less? No, this cannot stand! This will not stand! I call upon the Full Council." "Then it is decided. She must be judged." said Witherer calmly. "Yes. Send in the Alchemist. He will herald our return."
"How much longer until the barrier covers the Earth?" asked the purple unicorn known as Twilight Sparkle.
"Only a few hours, my lady." replied a guard.
"Good. And how many humans are left?" she asked.
"Approximately 10, my lady." said the guard.
"Excellent."
"But, my lady..." said the guard, hesitantly.
"What is it sergeant?" demanded Twilight.
"Dr. John Dee is among them." Twilight cursed.
"Dr. John Dee himself? The Dr. John Dee? The man who wiped out entire bases unaided? The man who killed my brother?" Twilight demanded.
"Yes." Twilight cursed again.
"Then I will finish him, myself." replied a third voice.
"Princess Luna?!" said both Twilight and the guard, shocked.
"This is now time for formalities. We must change Dee immediately. He's killed 100,653 ponies with his sword alone."
"With his sword?! But, but.." Twilight stuttered.
"I know Twilight, that is why he must be stopped."
"I will create an astral projection. I will find him, Princess Luna." said Twilight, determined. Present Day.... When Luna and her guards had not returned, Celestia had sent out a search party. They had found nothing but ash and death at the battle field. From above, a glyph had appeared, the very same glyph that Dee left wherever he killed. Twilight, who hadn't gone, hadn't been the same since.
*** A man stood in black and golden robes, vials of strange, colored liquid and a silver pocket watch on his belt, brown hair blowing in the wind. Upon the back of his rope, in gold, was a symbol, the ouroboros, the symbol for immortality. He was average in high and in build, not extremely memorable. But if one looked into his bright, golden, eyes one would find they were bright golden, and filled with centuries of knowledge, and infinite hatred. For their owner, for their enemies, for all they gazed upon. For they gazed upon a twisted world, a world known as Equestria. They gazed upon the shredded souls of what was once their brothers. They gazed upon the city of the enemy, the lions den. A city known as Canterlot. And after that look into those bright, golden eyes filled with hate, one would know, Canterlot was doomed, Equestria would fall. May the gods have mercy on those who stand in their owner's way.
It was Celestia's day court again, and for the twelfth time in the last four hours a pony was complaining about taxes. "As you can see your Majesty, this new income tax is throwing the economy out of balance. The average home must now work 13% more to feed themselves, and combined with the new population, inflation is titanic. Bits have gone down in value more than 67% since we landed upon the Earth. So please, your highness, we beg of you, remove this-" suddenly, the stallion was interrupted by an explosion of pale emerald light that threw the massive double doers open. In walked a man. Average in height, average in build. Brown hair. Dressed in black robes with golden trims, a golden ouroboros upon his back. A leather belt with vials holding strange liquids on it. A pair of leather boots. Celestia took in all these details in the first few seconds. What she noticed next was what made her freeze. The palm of the human's right hand was smoking lightly and his eyes, Oh Harmony, his eyes. They were golden and filled with ancient wisdom and unending hatred.For their owner, for their enemies, for all they gazed upon. "Who are you?!" She demanded. "What are you? Why have you come here?" The human merely glared at her. "How are you here?" asked Twilight, who had been standing next to Celestia. "Nine years ago, I went of to fight a war in a distant realm, and I returned to this." He spat out the last word like an insult. Fortunately, the gods have decided I will have my vengeance." "What gods?" demanded Celestia. "And I ask you again, how are you here?" "Simple, witch. There was a gate. I entered. Now, I did not come here for petty insults. I came here to deliver a message." "And what would that be?" "In three days, you will be taken to the Hall of Judgement. For a trial. And make no mistake Celestia, you are guilty." "And by who's authority is this done by?" "Why, the god's of course." "And if we refuse to submit these, gods of yours?" "Because if you don't, all Equestria will suffer the consequences." "Is that a threat?" "No. It's a promise." "Is that a reference to one of those human "movies", as they were called?" "Yes. But the point stands. Goodbye Celestia, and please, resist. It will make it much more fun to bring you in." With that, the human turned to leave, but before he had gotten more than three paces, a beaker of ponification potion hit him in the back. "Good shot Twilight." "Thank you, princess." Then waited a few seconds. Nothing happened. A few more moments. Nothing happened. Then, slowly, ever so slowly, the human began to turn. "How is it that you are immune to the potion?" demanded Twilight, worriedly. "Looking upon me now, it would be hard to say my age, but I was born in the year 1372, C.E. Death has no hold over me, illness cannot touch me. I have been many things in my day, a scholar and a solider, a teacher of language and chemistry, a warrior and a witness, both an officer of the law, and a thief. But before all that, I was an alchemist. I was the Alchemist. I was sought after by kings and emperors and even the pope himself. I have had a great many achievements. I have fought with gods and demons, I have slayed monsters and prevented genocides. I learned how to make gold from lead, transform stones into precious gems, but above all that, I discovered the secret to eternal life within a book of ancient magic. Do you really believe the most powerful alchemist in history would be unable to produce a vaccine for your plague?" "The blessing of ponydom is no plague." said Celestia angrily. "Oh, but it is." replied the Alchemist. "It is a sickness, a cancer that must be wiped out before it spreads. And all of that, Celestia, is thanks to you." "And how have I made ponies a cancer?" "Look around Celestia. We are standing upon the ruins of Washington D.C. Have you ever stopped even for a moment, to consider what you might become? What you might unleash?" "Unleash? What are you taking about, human? ANSWER ME!" she demanded. "No, I shall not bow to you. And now I leave you with this warning. You have angered the gods. Be at the top of that mountain in three days time. Goodbye, Tyrant Sun." with that, the human burst into emerald flames, and vanished.
Three days came and went, and nothing happened. "Well, that is to be expected." said Celestia as the sun set. "Humans are incapable of touching magic. He was likely bluffing." "All the same I-" they were interrupted by a scream. "What was that?!" "We do not know." replied a guard. "But we are trying to find out." "Let me see." said Celestia as she shot to the sky, and when she got there, what she say terrified her. "Humans?" Of a sort. They were a dark spectral kind of human, flying through the air, killing everything they touched. In their presence, unicorns could not use magic, pegasi were too slow to survive, and earth ponies just weren't strong enough. The pony's weapons passed right through them. "What are they?" asked Twilight frightfully. "The Dorocha." replied a feminine voice. "The voices of the dead, and like the dead, they are numberless." "WHO'S THERE?" demanded Twilight. "WHO SAID THAT?" "Who said what?" replied Celestia, worriedly. "But-but. I heard him. He said they were called... Dorocha." "Dorocha? I've never heard of such creatures." said Celestia. "Yes but-" "They can't hear me." "Who are you?! Show yourself!" "I am all around you child of the ponies. I am the Cailleach, the Witherer, Kali, Akhlys, and so many others. I am the Goddess of the Dead." "Okay then, Goddess of the Dead, why are you telling me this?" "Simple. I can. I may be immortal, but even I need entertainment." "Alright, so how do we stop them?" "Simple. You can't. Normally a powerful sorcerer performs a blood sacrifice on All Hallows Eve to ripe a whole in the Veil to unleash them. This time is different. The Gates of Death has been torn open by the gods themselves. But, if it's any help, they only come out at night." "Thank you." replied Twilight, who relayed the information to Celestia. "This is most troubling." said Celestia. "But I'm sure that Equestria will get through it. The night passed, and the Dorocha vanished when the sun rose. "How many dead?" she asked of her captain. "In Canterlot alone? Two million. World wide? Perhaps half a billion." "This is- this is genocide!" shouted Twilight. "With all do respect mame, it's not. The dorocha are killing everything, not just ponies. My troops report that there has been some success warding them off with fire. Not even the heat or the light, the dorocha just avoid the fire." "Odd, but we can use th-" Celestia was interrupted by a screech. "KILL THEM!!" shouted what sounded like an old lady. The ponies looked up to see the source of the noise. Bat-winged hags, humans, picking up ponies and killing them. Few ponies managed to kill the beings, but those that did suddenly dropped dead. "Arai." said Twilight. "Humans had myths about them. The female spirits of curses. That's why killing them kills our troops. Someone must have cursed the whole pony race, wishing we would all die, and that unleashed the curse upon the killer." "Very astute Twilight. You made a very good tactician during the war didn't you?" said a male voice. "And you are?" asked Twilight. "Mars, Ares, Horus. Basically, I'm the god of war. Not on the High Council, but I'm a general of their forces." "Alright Mars, how do we kill Arai without them killing us?" "You can't. Not unless you're human. By the way, I'd suggest getting Celestia to that trial of hers soon." "And why is that?" "Because the Lars are next. And then the Enforcer." "Lars? Enforcer?" "The Lars are household gods, imagine it, two gods for every human household that ever was descending upon your armies. Invincible." "We have magic, we can fight them." "Not for long, Hecate is going to revoke the gift of magic at sunrise tomorrow." "Hecate, Spellbinder, Isis, she's the Wanderer's Wife and the Goddess of Magic, Sorcery and Witchcraft." And so it came to be. When the sun set the Arai vanished and the Dorocha returned. By sunrise, 2.5 billion ponies had died since the time limit had expired.
"Mame, I bring more bad news." relayed a guard. "What is it?" asked Celestia from her throne. She was a mess. Her once-regal coat was filthy, you mane no longer ethereal or flowing, lay messy and pink. All the feathers from her wings had fallen out, and her crown sat several feet away, thrown by the princess in her vain attempt to use the magic she had once mastered. "What is it?! How could it get worse?!" She screamed. "We've lost our magic, the Dorocha and Arari are killing my ponies, and every pony city on the planet is in ruins. HOW COULD IT GET ANY WORSE?!?!?!?She shouted in the "Royal Canterlot Voice" before breaking into tears. "On second though maybe I'll just tell Twilight Sparkle." said the guard before leaving. *** "Ms Sparkle." "Yes?" asked Twilght. "I bring grave news." "Why don't you tell Princess Celestia?" Twilight inquired. "She, well, she...broke down." "She WHAT?!" screeched Twilight. "Broke down." replied the guard calmly. "Oh this is bad, really bad. I mean, if Princess Celestia doesn't raise the sun and Princess Luna is dead and Discord is missing and Equestria is leaderless, and-" Twilight was interrupted by the guard's hoof entering her mouth. "Mistress Twilight, unless you have forgotten, the sun and moon no longer need anypony to raise them." "Oh yes, but Equestria is still leaderless which may lead to RIOTING!!!" "Twilight, you have taken command. You are in charge." "But I'm not ready for that kind of responsibility, I'm-" She was once again interrupted by the guard's hoof. "I bring grave news." "Graver than ponies losing the power to use magic?" "Yes." "What is it?" "Supplies." "What about the supplies?" "They're vanishing." "WHAT?!" "Healthy grain has died and rotted overnight, fruits have stopped growing on trees and been infested with worms, grass has withered in mere hours, entire farms have been decimated by a sudden flash freeze, in SUMMER!! The pegasi have lost control of the weather, they can still fly, but they fall through the clouds the same as unicorns and earth ponies. Our storied supplies have been looted and devoured by pests, and all fresh water has vanishes as ponies drink it." "What do you mean, vanishes?" "Well, not quite vanishes, more, turns to sand." "It's WHAT?! A latent transmutation spell on that level should be impossible!!" "But it has happened." "And what of salt water? Can we drink that? It's not fresh water, but it should help." "Unfortunately, creatures have surfaced in the oceans and rivers. They kill any pony who get's close mercilessly and without hesitation." "What kind of creatures?" "Beasts of all kinds. Massive aquatic serpents, beings matching the human descriptions of "Chinese dragons", titanic tentacles, titanic humanoids approximately 50 ft tall, mummies made from water, and well, merfolk." "Merfolk? Like mermaids and mermen from the cartoons for little girls?" "Well, no, not exactly. They may look that way, by they're vicious, monstrous. It takes but five or six to sink the average ship." "So basically, our ponies are starving and dying of thirst and there's nothing we can do?" "Yes." Twilight swore.
