Why you?
Hello?
Can you hear me?
I do not know, for your silence only means you are either listening, you are sleeping or simply telling me that you are no longer part of this physical world with us. Then again, the constant humming of power and the sound of water turning to ice might just made you deaf from the outside world.
When I first saw you, I will be honest I was petrified at your very existence. The countless speeches and hymns about your power finally might have a small portion of truth in them. But which hymn by which teaching creed is not so easily answered, much like you even knowing I'm talking to you in this empty closed off shrine.
Yet throughout my early years. My sister and I spent numerous hours reading many scrolls, codexes and books about you and more often your people's great legacies and importance to our world. From the Dragons from the Dragon Lands, Gryphons from Griffinstone, Zebras from Zebrica to even Ponies from Equestria. Your people are held in the highest possible stature in all civilisations.
Yet I cannot begin to tell apart what is either blind fanaticism or even true. Some of your people's achievements are simply impossible to be even believable, yet they are right in front of us.
Then again I have discovered many more details and events of your people. For a mortal ruler, I have lived a very long time, some of my subjects believes this to be your gift to my mother and in turn, to me and my sister. Now, after one thousand years of ruling my subjects -- I found out many knowledges about your people's place in the ancient world. Your place in the end of your people's disappearance and how your people are seen today.
The only thing I don't know is why you are the only one left.
Why?
Why are you the only one of your kind left? Why are you placed in your sleeping chamber with no one else? And why you've came to be here?
The countless centuries of Survival. Creation. Arisen. Extinction. And then Ascension.
Eventual Ascension. From being Ageing Mortals to Undying Gods, from little more than your extinction and what you left behind.
The years before Equestria and way before any of the known races were standing up right. The world your people grew up in was a violent, uncontrollable place of raw and fatal magic. Cataclysmic shockwaves, earthquakes and destructions obliterated entire landmasses, oceans and other civilisations left to rot in the unknown grips of time. Your people were no different, you awaited your obliteration as if it was a normal thing to wait for. Like fate, you had no control or power to change your destiny to be another forgotten people. But if that was true, I wouldn't be here questioning your reason of being here, would I?
Somehow in this uncontrollable death-consuming world. Your ancestors managed to build a tower in the furtherest northern pole on our world, made of a source we will most likely never truly understand or wield. What it is made off doesn't matter. What did matter was that the power within it managed to finally end the cataclysmic crisis your people feared and awaited. What they did manage to control was magic my people and so many others wield today when in the past, that concept was simply seen as another part of insanity.
But your people did it. With the world's magic controlled, your reward was the ownership of the world as her only, truest rulers. Why was that? My guesses are just plainly there was no other civilisation to challenge that right, most logical reason is that those cataclysmic destructions were the cause of the others' obliteration.
With the world yours, your people survived and prospered throughout the many years of peace. Your numbers grew and your cities even more so. Probably at this time your people learnt more than just smithing swords and armours, correct? You managed to smith living metal, making objects come to life and walking beside you as if they were apart of this world like yours.
The age of creation, no doubt. The age you were born I predict, seeing how this sleeping icy chamber is a creation of yours or perhaps someone else's.
But this age was unquestionably your people's golden age. Your wisdom, your levels of understanding and your technologies made you living deities among yourselves. Establishing countless floating structures, towers like the one in the furtherest northern pole, the ultimate entertainments and many, many more I have no doubt have been written in those old scrolls the old preachers carry with them in the kirks. Your sense in peace, in justice and in nobility were the key aspects of your daily lives. I can only guess the culture and the belief you held, fill in the gaps some may say.
But then it stopped. Why? I do not know, you are the only one that truly knows why your people disappeared. The Dragons say it's because you defeated a great daemon of fire and ichor and with it, you all returned to the Soaring Heavens. The Gryphons say you stopped the world from being thrown into madness and death and with it, you all went to the north and formed your Divine Dominion. The Zebras states that one of your kind gave birth to the Traitorous Son, who fought against his family and with it, you took your family war to High-Nirvana so that it wouldn't destroy the mortal world. My subjects believe that your people became corrupted by some evil entity and with it, you sealed them away and you await their wrongdoings to be removed so that one day they'll return to the faithful.
But they all have something in common these beliefs: They all involves your people fighting something.
You lived in peace, you fought something and then you disappeared. None has ever truly known what happened to you nor what caused your disappearance apart of the fables and pious texts.
Yet after reading all the scrolls, codexes and books from all kingdoms. I finally have another side of what happened, of what made your people disappear. It wasn't some great daemon, no madness, not one son nor an entity that brought forth your extinction.
Was it simply your time to ascend to the heavens and become the gods you were born to be?
No. It was yourselves. Your lonesome-rule over this world made your people believe they were greater than the rest. With your technologies and great wisdom, you began to divide yourselves from each other over little disagreements, of ideologies and of sovereignties. And after an age of creation and peace, you brought it to its knees and crowned a new age:
An age of warfare.
An age of using your great wisdom in creating massive weapons of devastation. Your floating structures becoming battlegrounds for warring leaders and entitled rulers. Your technologies that brought this world to rest from the cataclysmic destructions, was now turned on yourselves and once again the raw and fatal magic returned in your imagery.
Like a contagion plague it spread across your whole people and perhaps even yourself. From the furthest northern pole to the farthest southern pole, you fought one another. The oceans were drained, the skies clouded in conflicts and lands covered in metal and your broken-selves. There was no end to this age, wasn't it? No winning side? No clear victor? No chance in reunification and recuperating the lost former age of the past?
So in your final chance in either winning the war or to stop the fighting. You put your last great wisdom and technologies into a device that'll bring back that age for you all. But it wasn't another tower nor a floating structure, wasn't it? It was a single device and when dropped, it'll birth a son of the cataclysmic destructions.
And it did drop and with it, your disappearance came to be. Your ceasefire. Your age ended... Just like yourselves.
All those great achievements. All those wise creations, all those golden ages... Gone. What was left of your people was in the remnants of your past.
Can you hear me? Can you hear the words I utter? The words of sensibility and the chance to save your world?! Where was that in your wise people?!
Most likely destroyed in the age of warfare, like the forgotten civilisations with you that died, in the cataclysmic destructions of the former uncontrollable death-consuming world.
But if you can hear me. You already know I mentioned about how your people's extinction turned to eventual ascension. I mentioned about the Dragons, the Gryphons, the Zebras and my own little subjects and how they know about you and your people.
Yes. Even when thousands of years flew by after your extinction, your remnants remained behind. Great monoliths, lavish towers and glorious temples became apart of this new world. This world of the races I mentioned, their world you gave them after your disappearance.
Through our young naive minds, we ventured into these ancient residues. We unearthed your long-gone people and found shards of your golden age of creation, wisdom and technology. Each race found something unique within them.
The Dragons found your furtherest northern pole tower. Its colour, its builders and marvellous origin may have faded away, but its power and aura has not as it hums ever onward after you left. They call it the Martyry, the shrine to their Old Gods.
The Gryphons found one of your floating cities or what's left of it in the mountain of Featherpeak. They found one of your living metals, what the chaplains call the Vaticinator, keeping it clean and trying to fix the damage over the many years in isolation. They named that city the Sanctum, the holy place for their Northern Gods.
The Zebra found one of your great warring weapons in the middle of the Zerbara Desert. They found inside that titanic dead living metal many moving imageries of your people, all of which are standing firmly and proudly as your dead language speaks in the background. They named the weapon the Lost Welkin, one of the many deities in the Pantheon.
At first my kind and my kingdom didn't find anything from your people. Some say we were unblessed or not worth the time for your people. But when we were building our capital and my mother went deep into the caves. She found not only the jewels of Canterlot: But also you.
When she saw you in this empty room, with only you and your icy chamber hidden away in the darkness of the mountain. She knelt down in awe, just staring at you while you sleep, while you rest, while you wait and while you listen hopefully. Then she went fanatical in her discovery. Overzealous in believing she and her subjects were blessed in meeting the lonely, yet truest God out of all the made-up others. It became her obsession and at night, when me and my sister was born, we could hear her whispering about you in her sleep. She intertwined our ideals in friendship, in harmony and in magic through you. Saying that it was the Lonely God that blessed us with these gifts and that our long lifespan was another gift to us. Which is why they call my name out either in wonder or in vain.
Thus, the faith in the Lonely God was born and our harmony and friendship was blissfully gifted to us thanks to you as the preachers will say.
In these gods, your people's great wisdom returned to us. It enlightened us, shaped us, helped those to believe in a better tomorrow and knowing that great beings are watching them from above.
However. It did bring forth the downside of your wisdom: Division. The very same division that brought forth your age of war. With these gods, our races argue, debate and shun those who do not follow their gods. An Enlighten Stupidity as I see it.
but I do not care for these things, in what god is real and what path is righteous to be with them above the world. I'm not like my mother and I'm not like those preachers. I am a ruler who is speaking to the last soul of a godly people and I want answers.
Why you?
Why are you the only one of your kind left? Are you some great leader that's expecting to wake up to your world and rebuild your kingdom? Are you the wisest being within your people, waiting to be awaken to help the young races unlock their true purpose in life? Are you a desperate soul, who didn't want to die and hope that this icy chamber will keep you alive when your people's war came to an end with you walking free again? Or are you a loving child that was put in here by your family so that you'll have a future for your own, not snuffed out through the war?
Maybe I'm just talking to a corpse of a long dead people? Maybe I'm just wanting to know if my mother was right in saying you are a god? Maybe I'm having doubts in my own mind over believing you are not dead nor deaf?
I do not know. Not until you give me a sign, a word, a damn signal.
So...
Can you hear me?
Can you even understand me?
And if so.
Tell me:
Why you?
Why is it you?
Why?