Of Wizards and Demons.

by Knight Breeze

Rating: teen
Tags: Adventure, Human
Length: 5023

An ancient order of wizards stumble upon Equestria and accidentally drag the candy colored ponies into a war between mortals and demons.

While out stargazing one night, Twilight Sparkle watches a meteor crash into the Everfree. Once she reaches the crash site, she finds not a rock from space, but a wounded pony. However, this pony is not a pony at all, but a human wizard from another world, and he has unwittingly put all of Equis in danger with his presence.
It's my first real story, so any advice would be appreciated. (and please, no "u stnk, dnt rite enymr" or any other junk like that. It doesn't help.)
it has the gore rating for stylized fantasy violence. Nothing gross though.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-05-03 01:00:19 UTC

Chapter I: Fire in the Sky.

Chapter I

Fire in the Sky

Night had fallen over Equestria.  The Sun Princess had put her charge to bed for the day, and Luna's Moon had already begun it's journey to the center of the sky.  Most of the ponies of Ponyville had followed the sun's lead and had gone to bed, grateful for the chance to rest from a very long day.   However there was one pony who was still up and about at this late hour, despite the party that the pink pony had thrown for the town in honor of this year's Summer Sun Celebration.

Twilight Sparkle was sitting on her haunches peering through her telescope, the night sky open to her diligent study.  It was a beautiful night, with stars as far as the eye could see.  Every so often, she spotted a shooting star pass through her field of view.  Each time this would happen, she would record the time and location of the event, as well as the intensity of the comet in question, and it's relative speed.

She needed this data for a spell she was devising, it's eventual goal was to hopefully bring one of these comets to Equis without it burning up in the planet's atmosphere for study.  Sure she could have asked Princess Luna to do the same thing for her, but this was more along the lines of a personal challenge.

Sighing, she put the quill and paper down on the deck of the balcony of the Ponyville Public Library.  She rubbed her eyes in exhaustion, then peered back up at the night sky.  She smiled and said “it's a shame that Spike had to miss this.  The poor little guy was just so tired out from pinkies crazy party, that I'm actually surprised that he lasted as long as he did.”

Stifling back a yawn, she decided that she would call it a night.  Mid yawn, she felt a crackling sound pulse through her body.  For a split second she had thought that it was her jaw popping into place, but was quickly disabused of that notion when she saw the sky.

Directly above her, she saw that the sky appeared to be cracking like the ice on a lake in a circular pattern probably ten miles across.  “what in Cele-” she managed to say, before she saw the circle in the sky completely shatter, leaving behind what can only be described as a hole.  Beyond the hole she could see a swirling violet vortex, crackling with untold arcane power.  She could feel the disturbance in the magical field from here, and it felt as if her horn was being ripped from her body.  She even had to reach up just to be sure that it hadn't for a second.

From the hole, a large fireball streaked across the sky straight for Ponyville.  Twilight heard herself gasp in terror at the sight of the comet headed straight for the center of town.  If that thing hit the town, the whole area would be destroyed!

Quickly, she began to summon her magic to attempt to turn the meteor, hoping beyond hope that she could save the town from the fiery doom that was descending.  However, before she was even able to summon her strength to begin, the fireball shifted it's direction.  She gazed at it, puzzled as the fireball proceeded to zig-zag across the sky, dropping lower and lower, yet further and further away from Ponyville.  She continued to watch as the fireball finally decided to dive straight into the Everfree Forest, where it exploded with a force so great that she could feel her tree shake even from this distance.

Letting out the breath that she didn't know that she was holding, she felt relieved.  However, she knew that she could not rest while that thing was out there.  But what was it? And what was that hole that it came through?

Quickly, Twilight looked back up at the hole in the sky.  She was surprised to note that the hole seemed to be repairing itself.  Rather quickly too:  Before it had been about ten miles across,  now it was probably closer to five, and quickly shrinking.  Smiling and nodding to herself, confident that that problem was at least going to take care of itself,  she gathered her stargazing notes and dashed inside.

However, If she had waited a second longer, she would have noticed a second, much smaller fireball streak out of the hole in the sky right before the hole closed.  This fireball did not zigzag, but instead made a determined beeline north, traveling quite a large distance until it crashed into the Frozen North, roughly forty miles north of the Crystal Empire...

* * *

Spike groggily opened his eyes.  There seemed to be quite a lot of noise around him, and his stomach seemed to be making his bed shake.  It took him a second to realize that the sound had stopped, as had the rumbling.  He figured it must have been that burrito he had earlier and tried to go back to sleep.

His attempts were in vain, though, as Twilight came rushing into the room from the balcony.  Quickly she started to gather several objects and pack them into her saddle bags: Some quills, several rolls of paper, three jars of ink, a focusing crystal from the crystal empire, as well as what Spike recognized as a map of the Everfree forest.  She then levitated another roll of paper and a quill and quickly started to write what looked like a letter..

Finally, his curiosity getting the better of him, he pulled his blanket off and looked at Twilight with a bemused expression.  “What in Equestria are you doing Twilight? It's the middle of the night!”

Twilight did not answer at once, rather she finished writing the letter first.  “Something very strange just happened.  Some sort of meteor fell from the sky and crashed into the Everfree.  I'm going to go check it out, and I need you to send this to the Princess before I leave.” she said while sealing the letter with wax.

Still rubbing his eyes, he looked at her wearily.  “Isn't that a little dangerous? The last time you went into that place you were turned to stone by a cockatrice!”  He said a bit cautiously.

She shook her head  “The explosion from the meteor would had scared anything away, so I'll be fairly safe.”  she said as Spike took the scroll from her.

The dragon still looked skeptical.  “Can't it wait until morning? At least then we will know what the princess would want us to do, and we would also have a full nights sleep to help us as well.”

She shook her head again. “This can't wait.  The meteor had quite a lot of fire coming off of it, and it might set the whole forest ablaze if I don't hurry.”

Spike still looked worried, but he still inhaled and set fire to the scroll that had been handed to him.  Quickly green flames consumed the dry parchment, turning it into vapor.  The vapor then quickly rushed out the open window, anxious to reach it's destination.

He then sighed as Twilight dashed out the front door.  It looked like it was going to be a very long night.

* * *

It stirred. Was It an it? It wasn't sure.  Things seemed to be so confusing at the moment.  Thinking was hard.  Could It think?  It deduced that since It clearly was thinking about thinking, It must be able to think.  This deduction pleased It to no end.  It congratulated itself on Its sharp detective skills until a strange sensation washed over It.  What was this? Was it a feeling? It felt familiar, almost like an old friend.  It thought about that sentence for a bit, then decided it was incorrect.

It felt like an old enemy.  Yes, that was correct.  It and this feeling were clearly enemies.  In fact,  It could distinctly remember that It was always enemies with this feeling.  What was the feeling's name? Did it have a name? It knew that the feeling must, because it was so familiar.

Pain.  Yes that was it.  It was in pain.  A great deal of it in fact.  Upon realizing that It was in pain, It discovered that It had something to feel pain with.  What was this thing again? Oh yes, that's right, it's called a body.  If It has a body, then It must not be an It, but rather be a person.  Also if It was a person with a body, then It must have eyes to see with.  Why this was so, It wasn't sure.  Thinking seemed to be so hard at the moment.

Blearily, It opened It's eyes and glanced around.  Things seemed to be coming quicker now that It has eyes, It thought.

It thought for a second.  That didn't seem right, no...

Aha! That was what the problem was! It wasn't an It at all, but rather It was a He!  He smiled smugly, further pleased by the fact that he seemed to have a mouth to smile with.  That was good.  Mouths are useful for lots of thing, such as breathing.

Did he need to breath?  Analysis told him that he did, and his lungs quickly started to pump life giving air into his system.

All at once his mind seemed to explode as the oxygen rushed to his brain.  Answers started lining up to his consciousness, demanding to present themselves to the questions that he had yet not even begun to ask himself.  Memories flooded his mind, memories of falling out of the sky.  Memories of striking the earth hard.

He had been in crashes before, but nothing like that.  Maybe that was why he hurt so much?  Quick analysis told him no.  Somehow he had been... protected from the crash.  Why was that?

A face swam into his memory.  It had short brown hair that seemed to stick out in all directions, and striking brown eyes to match.  The face was somewhat thin, with a very small scar on it's left temple. The face's skin was a pale white, and it seemed to be wearing a monocle that had leather straps securing it to the face.  He felt... weird about the face.  It didn't look like someone he might know, but he somehow knew that this face was the reason why he had been protected.  Thank you, whoever you might be.

But why then did he hurt so much? Where was all that pain coming from?  Based on positioning, it seemed to be coming from his side.

Slowly he looked down at his ribcage.  His eyes were met with a terrible sight.  Right across his side and belly he could see three large claw marks.  He was bleeding pretty badly too, and he knew that he probably wouldn't last in these conditions.

It was odd though.  He knew that he was bleeding out, yet there didn't seem to be a whole lot of blood.  He poked his side with a hoof, which came away stained in his own blood.

He realized then why it didn't look like he had lost a lot of blood:  His fur happened to match the color of his blood with a weird degree of precision.  Well, at least that mystery was solved.

Something still didn't sit right with him.  There was something wrong, but he was unable to determine the reason.  Maybe it was the blood loss slowing his thought process, but he couldn't quite grasp what the problem was.  He rubbed his free hoof against his forehead while the other one tried to keep his fluids where they belonged.

Well, he would figure it out in time he guessed.

There was one more thing though, something that he needed to do still.  What was it?

Oh yeah that's right.

He screamed.

* * *

Twilight was cautiously cantering through the Everfree when she heard the screaming..

Looking around, she tried to pinpoint the location of the scream.  It sounded like somepony was in serious trouble.  Quickly, she broke into a trot, trying desperately to get to the source of the screaming as quickly as possible.  Luckily, whoever it was wasn't too far away, so it didn't take Twilight long to reach the source of the scream.

Twilight burst out of the foliage and looked around in amazement.  It seemed that the screaming had led her straight to the crater from the meteorite strike.  She glanced around in amazement, the destruction from the object had been pretty thorough.  Trees were toppled, rocks were cracked and broken, and to top it all off, a large hole had been punched into the ground in front of her.

Luckily, it seemed that any fire's that were set by the falling star had quickly gone out.  A quick inspection showed that everything was still wet from the storm that had raged over the Everfree just a day before.  Well that's lucky.  She thought to herself.

She continued to look around for the source of the scream.  It seemed to have come from beyond the ridge of earth that had been thrown up by the meteor's impact, but she wasn't sure because it seemed to have stopped.  However, she decided to trust her gut on this one.

Quickly, Twilight dashed up the dirt ridge and back down.  As she did so, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.  She wasn't sure what it was, but she was sure that it could wait until she had helped whoever it was that was in trouble-

“Sweet Celestia...” she gasped.

In the center of the large crater she saw a red unicorn stallion.  The stallion had a thin, wiry appearance, and was probably about half a foot shorter then Big Macintosh.  His mane and tail were black, with a red stripe running through each.  Currently the stallion was lying on the ground unconscious.

The stallion was wounded.  And not just any wound either, it looked like something very large with very sharp claws had raked the poor stallion's side; three long gashes, starting from his ribcage and working their way down and to the left towards his belly button could clearly be seen.  From these slashes, she could tell that the pony was loosing a lot of blood...

In a flash of purple light, Twilight teleported to the stallion's side.

“He needs medical attention now, he won't last for much longer...”  Twilight muttered to herself.   She bit her lip in worry.  Something was nagging at the edge of her mind.  Something wasn't right, but she couldn't quite place what was bothering her... something at the edge of her perception...

The stallion's groans returned her to the present.  “I'll teleport us to the hospital.  They will be able to treat you far better then I will.”  She said to the unconscious pony.

If the stallion could hear her, he didn't show it.  Shaking her head ruefully, she built up her power, and both ponies vanished in a flash of purple light.

Chapter II: ...Ponies?

Chapter II

...Ponies?

Consciousness came to him slowly, as slow as a roommate was to do the dishes.

Hrothgar groaned at the terrible analogy.  Pack your things brain, you're fired.  He thought to himself.

Strange, his mind seemed a lot clearer now.  He could remember his name and everything.  Did that mean that he had finally died?  No, the dull ache in his side meant that he was still alive.  By every account you shouldn't feel pain after you died.  Unless you screwed your life up, then a dull ache in your side was the least of your worries.

No, he was definitely alive.  But how had he survived? He didn't remember being in any condition to cast a healing spell on himself.  Fuzzily he remembered a voice that had called out to him.  Did someone find him? Was he safe then?

Safe... No... No he remembered now... he wasn't safe.  He had been in a fight with that thing.  It had torn his side, and he had fallen...

“...Lost a lot of blood.  He's lucky that you got him here as fast as you did.  Any longer and I'm sure that he wouldn't have made it.”  he heard a voice float in from somewhere.

Curiously, Hrothgar opened an eye a crack and glanced around.  He seemed to be in a clean, sparsely furnished room.  To his left he could see a blue curtain blocking his view, and to his right he could see a window to the outside.  He seemed to be lying in a bed, but that didn't make him relax his guard any.  For all he knew, this was simply a trick to lull him into a false sense of security, a trick to allow the creature easier access to his mind.  next to the bed on his right he could see a small bedside table.  On it was a lamp, a vase of flowers, and (strangely enough) a small box with balloons attached to it.  On top of the box was a note, but he dismissed it for now.

“How long do you think he will be unconscious?”  He heard a female voice ask in concern.  The voice seemed to be coming from the other side of the door, directly across from where he was lying.

Quickly closing his eyes again, he strained his ears to pick up the rest of the conversation.  As he did so, he felt a peculiar sensation on the top of his head.  Dismissing it for now, he continued to listen to the conversation outside.  Trap or not, he was determined to get as much information as possible before he attempted his escape.

“That's hard to say.  We've used blood restorative spells to speed his recovery, but he still needs time to rest.  Whatever struck him seemed to have a poison on it's claws.  We managed to neutralize it, but it had still done some damage.  I'm confident that he will make a full recovery, however.”

Hrothgar was a bit stunned at this statement.  If this wasn't a trap, then this... healer... for lack of a better term, was capable of negating demon bile.  That was quite an impressive feat to say the least!

“That's good...” she said, sounding relieved.  “please, when he wakes up-”

“As I have already told you, you will be the first to know.  Now go home! You look like you're about to collapse right here on the spot!” the healer said with a laugh.

Hrothgar then heard something odd.  He heard the owners of the voices move away from the door, but he could have sworn that those were hoof beats, not footsteps.  Hmmm... now that's interesting... does that mean I was found by non-humans? He opened his eyes again and inspected the room a bit closer, noting the size of the furniture and door, as well as the hight of the ceiling.

Judging by the fact that everything seemed—smaller—then he expected, he deduced that they couldn't be minotaurs or centaurs.  That left satyrs, but that didn't make any sense.  Satyrs were fey, and did not build buildings of this level of sophistication, preferring instead to live a life close to nature.  When they did build anything, it was usually by molding trees into whatever form they needed with magic.  Was this an unknown race? He was sure that his brother had cataloged all the races of Cosmogeen, but even then that was a tenuous claim at best.

He was brought out of his revere by a groan coming from the other side of the curtain.  Quickly closing his eyes again, he pretended to be asleep.

After a while, he heard some blankets shift, then silence.  Punctuated only by the steady, rhythmic breathing of whoever, or indeed, whatever was on the other side of the curtain.  Sounds like he's asleep... probably another patient... or part of the trap...

However, this didn't feel like a trap.  His magical senses would have been going off like crazy, but all he could detect was the standard background radiation of the planet.  The magical field felt... off though.  It felt... soft... as if...

Never mind that now.  I can analyze that later.  For right now, lets take a look at the species that saved me.

Reaching out with his magic, he gripped the curtain to pull it aside.  Something felt off about that though.  He felt as if he only had about half the power he usually had.  Chalking that up to being physically unfit, he dismissed it.

Something still wasn't right however.  He could still use magic, but it seemed to flow out of his forehead instead of his hands and fingers.  He dismissed the odd feeling though, focusing instead on the task at hand and determining to solve this other mystery later.  Pulling back the curtain slowly, as to not wake his sleeping roommate, he got his first look at the species that had saved his life.

Lying on the bed to his left and covered in bandages, he saw what appeared to be a green pony with a dark green mane on top of it's head.  However, upon closer examination, he determined that it only superficially resembled a pony.  It's head and eyes were larger for starters, with it's eyes positioned a bit closer together and more towards the front of it's face.  The creature was lying on it's back and had all four of it's legs in casts.  It's casts were then suspended by four lengths of black cords attached to a complicated pulley system, which was in turn attached to the ceiling.  The blanket covering the strange creature had slipped off a bit, revealing a strange tattoo on the creature's flank.  It appeared to be a set of gears meshed together.

wait...  he leaned closer.  It's not a tattoo.  He realized.

He was, of course, right.  The mark was actually a part of the strange creature's fur.  There was no way that was natural.  Probably some form of magical dye, or a glamor spell of some sort.  It's owner probably is a clockmak- he started to think, but was derailed mid thought when the creature grumbled in it's sleep.

“...Oh stargazer... you're such a tease...” it mumbled in a distinctively masculine voice.

Hrothgar's mind did a 180 on the spot.  Clearly this was the species that had saved him.  He had merely assumed that it was an animal because of it's resemblance to a common animal from his homeland.  Quietly he pulled the curtain back,  mind buzzing with thought.  Clearly he was out of his element, and would have to exercise caution when dealing with these creatures.  The ponies had taken him in and healed him without question, but he knew that they would start asking some very... pointed questions about him and his species.  They might even have had contact with humans before and, knowing his own species, it was probably not the best of relationships.

He frowned in displeasure, closing his eyes and rubbing his face with his hooves.  Whenever he met a new species, the rest of his race had usually gotten there first.  And while most of his race were fine and upstanding individuals, he knew that there was a portion of his people that were cruel and heartless.  Pillaging and murdering as they went, even going so far as to enslave others for their own amusement or profit.  Slavers in particular were some of his least favorite individuals.  If he had a gold coin for every-

He stopped.  Something wasn't right.  Rubbing his face a little more, he realized what it was.

Hooves.

Quickly opening his eyes, he saw that he clearly wasn't human anymore.  He was, in fact, a pony.

“Well, that explains why my magic wasn't flowing through my fingers.”  He said ruefully.

Most people would feel a whole lot more confusion at waking up as a pony.  Some might even react with fear, and lash out at whoever, or indeed whatever, had the sad misfortune of being nearby at the time.  Luckily for the hospital though, Hrothgar wasn't most people.  Hrothgar was actually a highly accomplished wizard, and was capable of a large number of extremely complex spells. And, while it was true that evocation was his particular field of study, polymorph spells were still a cakewalk for him. “eh, I've woken up as worse.” he grunted dismissively.

This was true.  As a practical joke, his brother had turned him into a giant slug in his sleep.  At least this form was able to talk, and it wouldn't be an incredibly difficult task to unravel the magics binding him.  He frowned at the memory.  He still hadn't gotten Aeon back for that one.  It had taken him a week to get all that slime out of his room, even with magic to help him.

Shrugging slightly to himself, he started to gather his magic to unmake the spell binding him.  Once he had enough, he reached into his form with that magic, searching for the spell that was keeping him in his current form.

He found nothing.

Eyes widening a bit, he started doing a full magical sweep of his entire form, starting from the tip of his tail and working his way up.

Several minutes passed, and anyone watching would have seen the strange pony light up and shift colors several times before finally returning to a bright red color.

Hrothgar frowned, panic slowly building within him.  “Thats... disturbing...” he said out loud.

His scan had given him quite a wealth of information about his new form.  He seemed to have several new organs, but had lost a few others.  He also seemed to have lost several lotuses in favor for one large, horn shaped lotus on his forehead.  Did that make him a unicorn?  Reaching up with his hooves, he felt his forehead to confirm his suspicions.

Yep, he was a unicorn.

What he could not find, however, was any magic keeping him in this form.  He could sense the divination aura from his tongues spell, but he couldn't find any transmutation magic.  It was as if he had always been a unicorn, and his previous time as a human had never happened.  He could try a polymorph spell, but he decided to hold off on that for now.  The spell would wear off after a short time, and could have some ill effects if he did not have a full understanding of his current form.

That wasn't what was causing his panic, however.  He was panicking because he couldn't find the Library.

The Library was the mystical collection of all of the learning that his order had ever discovered.  For practical purposes, it was always hidden within the soul of the order's most strong willed and loyal member, safeguarded from those who would use it's invaluable secrets for evil.

And it was missing.

Hyperventilating, he double checked and triple checked before giving up in defeat.  The interface was still there, but the Library itself was completely gone.  He took a bit of comfort at this news, however.  Without the interface, the library was useless.  At least whoever or whatever had taken it could not use it in the slightest.

However, he had to find that library, and find it quickly.  Even though it was useless to others, his order still needed it.

How had all of this happened though?  Were the ponies responsible for this?  He wasn't sure.  His memories told him that he had woken as a pony in the forest, so it was probable that these ponies were innocent.

Anyway, no point in staying in bed any-

“Oof!” he grunted loudly as he face planted to the floor.  Clearly he hadn't recovered his strength yet, seeing as when he had put weight on his forelegs, the things had refused to support his weight and had collapsed underneath him.

As luck would have it, it was precisely at that moment that the nurse had decided to come in to check on how the two patients were doing.

Humming a happy tune, Nurse Redheart did not expect to see either patient awake, much less up and about.  She was even more surprised when she saw the unnamed unicorn halfway out of bed; his upper half kissing the floor, while his lower half was still in bed with his flank sticking in the air.

Stifling a laugh at catching the unicorn in such a... compromising position, Nurse Redheart hurried over to help the stallion back in bed. “Are you alright?” she asked, suppressing a grin.

“Yes, though it seems that I haven't fully recovered from my injuries yet.” he said in a tired tone of voice, looking up at her.

She snorted at that.  “Of course you haven't.  I'm surprised that you even managed to wake up today.  Based on the sheer amount of blood that you lost, I was expecting you to remain unconscious for at least another day or so.  Not to mention that you were poisoned with a toxin that we have never seen before.” she said in a slightly worried tone.

He shook his head ruefully while he examined the nurse.  She stood at (what he guessed was) medium height for a pony.  Her coat was a pure white color, with the only 'blemish' being a red cross on her flank.   Her mane and tail were both a pale pink, and her eyes were a light blue.  She wore a small white hat with a red cross on it... and nothing else.  Hrothgar very quickly made the connection that being naked was probably normal here.  It made sense though, a species that already has fur probably has little reason for clothing, he reasoned.  It only took him a second longer after that to realize that he was naked too.

Strangely, he didn't really find this an issue.  What he did find issue with was the fact that all his equipment seemed to be missing.

“I'll be right back.” she said as she turned to leave.  “I need to go tell the doctor that you've woken up.” she said in that chipper voice of hers.

“Before you go, you wouldn't happen to know what happened to my effects, would you?” Hrothgar asked hopefully.

She looked at him a bit puzzled “...Effects?” she asked, not understanding what he meant.

“My clothes and gear.”

Comprehension dawned on her face.  “OH! No, sorry dear, but you had nothing on you when you arrived here.  Twilight Sparkle might know more about that, though.  She was the one to find you and bring you here.” she said helpfully.

Hrothgar's heart sank a little at that.  It was unlikely that this... Twilight Sparkle... knew anything about his gear.  If she had been a thief, she wouldn't have brought him to the hospital where the theft could have been traced back to her. “Thank you, I would like to talk to Twilight as soon as possible.  Could you by chance get a message to her telling her to come?” he asked in a resigned voice.

“I certainly will.  She actually wanted to know the moment you were awake.  As soon as I get the doctor, I will send for Twilight as well.”  she said.

“Thank you miss...?”

“Redheart, Nurse Redheart.”

“Well, thank you for everything Nurse Redheart.” he said inclining his head.

After that she left the room and quietly closed the door.

Well, at least the locals are friendly,  he thought with a smirk.