Prologue- A Sacrifical Lamb in a New Land
It all started on a normal day. Isaac’s mom was on the couch watching Christian TV shows and Isaac played with his toys as children always did. Suddenly, the woman murmured something and began taking away all of her son’s toys, consoles, and even his clothes. The next day was no better: she locked him up in his room, again murmuring something beforehand.
And then he saw through a sizeable crack in his door: his mother coming towards his room with some kind of blade in hand. He began to panic, and removed a rug from his floor to find that it hid a trapdoor to his basement. He opened it and fell in just as she entered the room.
His mother cornered him. She overpowered him, and there was nothing to be done about it…
Isaac looked in horror up at his mother, her hand holding a sharp and well-cared-for butcher’s knife. She kept murmuring something about serving the Lord and loving him above all else.
“Why, mommy? Why?” Isaac asked with teary eyes as he looked at his mother’s face.
“The Lord wills it! The Lord wants me to free you of all sin in the only way possible! You will be sacrificed to prove my love to the Lord above all else!” His mother said, sounding like a bit of a maniac as she spoke.
The poor boy closed his eyes and screamed as the knife brought an end to his short life.
Darkness welcomed the seemingly-innocent boy, who had been fighting his inner demons before his life came to an abrupt halt. All he knew was that, no matter where he looked, he saw nothing but the blackness. Had this been the afterlife, or was this a sort of purgatory for the boy?
He recalled fighting all sorts of horrid monstrosities in different places. The Headless Horseman, whose head fought alongside the main body for some reason. And then the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse: War, Famine, Death, and Pestilence. There was a fifth one as well: Conquest. Each one had a horse’s spine in hand and rode it like they would a normal horse. At the front of the bone chain was the horse’s head, though War had a bull’s head instead for some reason. He had fought seven look-alikes of himself as well, and each represented something.
Lust.
Envy.
Greed.
Pride.
Wrath.
Sloth.
Gluttony.
Yes, he fought his share of the inner Seven Deadly Sins as well. A bright light snapped the boy out of his thoughts, and he looked up at it to find a winged silhouette in its center. Was that an angel sent by God to take him to Heaven? Isaac was certain he didn’t want to stick around and find out, considering he had even fought Satan himself and emerged victorious. He wanted to run away from this light, to make sure that this divine being couldn’t reach him and do more harm than what was already done.
If only that was an option. Bloodied walls quickly cut him off from all means of escape, trapping him with the other being. The poor boy frantically checked himself to see if he had any weaponry on hand and sadly had none, so he did the next best thing: sit in a corner curled up into a ball and sob silently to himself.
The angel…..or whatever-it-was descended slowly, like a feather falling in a dream. Squelching sounds were made as it touched the floor. Its unfamiliar, tall shadow loomed over the crying boy, who had no choice but to look at its owner. This creature was unlike any he had witnessed before: a slender, elegant, tall, four-legged frame with magnificent wings of archangels. The being was entirely white, save for the hair on its head which billowed out gently in light blue, pink, green, and lavender. A very long and sharp horn was on its forehead, and its eyes were radiant rose. A tail much like the hair also billowed out opposite behind the beauty, and an orange sun was plastered onto its rear. It had a gold chestplate with an amethyst gem in its center, and a tiara with the same pattern was perched behind the horn. It had golden shoes on the ends of its legs, meaning this thing had hooves instead of feet.
“Do not fret, little one.” Said the creature, its voice like that of a noblewoman: high-class, yet caring. “I am here to help thee.”
Isaac looked at the creature slack-jawed, his face still wet with his own blood and tears.
“I wish to aid thou. Would thee accept my token of kindness?” Asked the creature.
Isaac nodded.
“I wish to take thou away from this....deformed hell. Would thou come with me?” Asked the being, walking closer to Isaac and lowering its head to his eye level.
“Yes…” Isaac said, quietly. He broke down into another sob, this time hugging the creature’s neck in sheer joy. The creature let its head rest on Isaac’s shoulder as he wept. For some time it was like that.
After a while, the creature’s horn flared a light comparable to that of the sun, and the horrid flesh-walls disappeared. When the light faded, Isaac noticed that he was now in a garden alongside the creature, and in the dead of night no less. The moon hung high in the sky, pouring its soft light on the world, allowing Isaac to see, but only to a degree. The creature held a mirror in front of her, and she beckoned Isaac to look within its reflective depths.
He was shocked at what he saw: he had a four-legged framed of his own now, and he was a light peach in color. His hair was short and a golden brown, and a tail was settled at his rear. On his sides he had feathered wings, and sitting on his thigh was a blue teardrop with white wings and a halo.
“Where am I? What am I?” Isaac asked, a bit worried.
“Thou art in Equestria, dear. My name is Princess Celestia, and I have made thou more like the inhabitants. Thou art a Pegasus, so do stay here in Canterlot Castle a while.” Answered the being, a half-frown on her face.
