Luna was unhappy. She was after all,out on a chariot, during the day. She had been freed from the evil presence that had transformed her into Nightmare Moon only minutes ago, and yet, she still felt its poison within her. What was it? Where had it come from? she wondered unhappily. Still, at least I'm on Equis again. Even if it is daytime.
"We're almost there, Princess" Said a royal guard, addressing her sister.
"Alright then. Take us in for a smooth landing."replied Princess Celestia, who was sitting next to Luna in the chariot.And THAT is when Luna say Canterlot clearly, for the fist time in over a thousand years.
"We are surprised by its growth. What drove you to chose it as the new capital?" Luna inquired.
"Well it wasn't my first choice. My first choice was Neigh York, but it was destroyed during the Third Griffin War, 900 years ago." responded Celestia.
"The THIRD Griffin War? Tia, what did you do?"
"Lulu, you wound me. What makes you think I did something?"
"Because the other two were all your fault. The first because you wanted to exterminate all meat-eaters, and the second because you invaded them."
"Would you believe that's changed?"
"No."
"Huh. Fine, your right I started it. Remember how the Griffins sided with you, or rather Nightmare Moon, during the Overnight War?"
"Yes. They were a valuable ally. I've seen better but they were very effective. What happened?"
"Well,...I.."
"We're arrived your majesties." interrupted the Royal Guard.
"Thank you, Speeding Arrow."
****
"Tia, tell me."Luna demanded after they had landed.
"Alright, Luna, I will tell you."
"Thank you."
"Tomorrow."
"TIA!!"
Trolestia strikes again. Troll ololololo olo!
****
Zeus was almost to Canterlot. Just gotta climb this mountain. Huh. No problem. He was the Lord of the Sky. What is easier, for him, than to climb? Nothing, that's what. Still, it was cold, but he could deal with it. He had been out in -67°F weather before. This was barely 45°F. Nothing. A few minutes passed as Zeus climbed, then he got bored. He began to sing a song, a song from his home world. Terra. Earth. The Mortal Realm. All names for home. It had been so long, 3,569 years, nine months, two weeks, five days, 3 hours, 20 minutes, 5 seconds, to be exact. No, he doesn't keep track,but for some reason he always knew. Truth by told, Zeus, though he had been known as something different back then, could barely remember home. Except music, human music. Wonderful, beautiful, magical, horrible, terrible, amazing, HUMAN music. Too weak to remember, to powerful to forget. That he could remember perfectly.So, in an effort to remember at least SOMETHING of home, he began singing an old favorite,: Radioactive by someone called the Imagine Dragons. Who were they? Heck if he knew. It had been over three-thousand years, cut him some slack. The human brain is only made for 500 years. He shouldn't be able to remember anything much less entire songs and their creators. Heck, he can't even remember his own name, other people's? Somehow, just barely. But even if he barely could remember them, he could still remember.Who was I? He wondered, not for the first time.Who were they? Where did I come from? WHAT he asked himself was my name?
The most important question of them all. For, with its answer, came the answer to all the others. A name was a unique sound, with subtle differences from any other, the sum of your experiences put into a mere handful of words. There is no greater representation of a being than THAT. Even as he pondered he sang.
Ahh, the last time I sang this was… He paused mid-thought, and, with a feeling of dread in his heart, remembered. I was destroying Neigh York.
With that, he lost himself to memory, still climbing all the while climbing, climbing,climbing...
****
Celestia was laying on her bed, trying to sleep. It had been a big day. And tomorrow would be even bigger. After all she'll have to reintroduce her sister Luna, explain why nopony had ever heard of her, and sooth the public so they wouldn't attack her.A task,she thoughtfit for the goddess she pretended to be. Ponies,she mused,so easily fooled. Still, back to the matter at hoof. This was going to be the hardest thing she'd done since the Third Griffin War. Without the Staff of Dragonlords, the Wyrmstaff, her army would have been crushed. And that's without their ally. He may have seemed a griffin, but he wasn't. He struck with the fury of the Heavens themselves.
Too bad the staff had been retaken by the Dragonlords who had originally created it. Where was it now? Celestia wondered.It still exists. That much she knew. For if it were destroyed the magical ripples would rend the very fabric of the void. And besides, it would take a power beyond any on this world to destroy the Wyrmstaff. Even the Elements themselves would be utterly useless against the being who wielded its full power. Damn those Dragons. Especially that odd one. What was his name? Emrys?Celestia pondered.Well, I suppose its location wouldn't do me much good anyway. The Dragonlords are much too powerful. The Elements of Harmony aren't even their best work. They'd crush me.
The fact someone was stronger than her wasn't something Celestia, the so-called "Goddess of the Sun" admitted every day. But it was very true. Not only did even the weakest dragonlord easily out match her in term of sheer, raw magic, they were often far more skilled, and, while she was limited by how much power she could channel, dragons, especially Dragonlords, were power. They were magic made flesh. To her, magic was a learned skill, to them, it was as, if not more, natural than breathing(not that they need to do that). Even beyond magic, they had ever physical advantage. Larger, faster, more agile,resilient,stronger. Not to mention the scales.
Their greatest defense. Light as paper, strong as adamant. Perceivable only by their own magic, or other magics of a similar origin, they made the already formidable Dragons, nearly unstoppable.
Celestia was lost in though when she heard a familiar scream.
"AHHHHHHHH!!!"
Luna's.
Author's Note
Dun dun dun.
Zeus woke up. Ugh.
"Something's wrong", He muttered. Something always was. Something celestial. He could sense it: a disturbance he had not sensed for a thousand years. So, he did the logical thing. Slid off his bear-skin blanket and got up. Glancing around his cave he quickly spotted his hooded cloak, knife, and belt. Strapping in on,(and a water canteen) he quickly ate a stripe of salted meat from a few days ago and began to leave the mountain cave that had been his home for the last 500 years. Where was the problem this time? Equestria, his least favorite place in this world. Well, he thought. Once more to the kingdom of madness. He began walking down his mountain, which he had dubbed, Mt. Olympus. He had raised it about 10 centuries ago, back when he had needed a refuge. He could remember being forced to flee Olympus a mere 20 years later, only to return 500 years ago. The trip down took about 12 hours, not that he could tell very well. For what is time, to an immortal?
Author's Note
Hey guys. This is my first story so be gentle. Also it's COMMENT driven so if you want an update, give me a comment.
