Of Magic and Machinery

**Of Magic and Machinery

Crossover with/Ponyfication of Final Fantasy VI

Written by Ein Hander and Dragonborne Fox**

Prologue

You may have heard this story before;

It's been told many times in many worlds.

But it must be told again,

For we must remember the time a mad soul broke the world,

And the fourteen souls who put it back together.

This is not the Equestria you may know as of yet,

But all will make perfect sense when this tale is done

And our homeland borne anew in the minds of those who heard of this horrific era.

The winds of rage howled, carrying with them an unrelenting tsunami of snow. It was quite dark, which would render normal travel useless.

Approaching some undefined thing in the distance were three hulking figures that were clanking noisily in the ongoing storm. If one looked at them for long enough despite the hellish winds, then one could see all three figures were bipedal.

The clanking figures marched on in single file, heading for some unknown destination. What was it these strange things were searching for in this thick blanket of pure white snow? They kept going on, as if never stopping, as if the snow never impeded their progress.

The storm never ceased but once, and yet the strange beings pressed on still. Had these things been living, or were they something else altogether?

The beings climbed a giant hill which ended in a sharp cliff. Here, the winds couldn’t get to them. The strange things were entirely made of some dull brown-grey metal. It had a vaguely draconic head from which a sharp, curved horn protruded. They had strange, red fluid in a glass reservoir on their backsides.

On top of the beings was exactly one equine each, two of which were in armor and had wings of feathers on their backs. In front of all of three was a simple glass pane, which protected a strange series of devices. The legs which held the metallic dragons upright were bulky and seemingly disproportionate, yet they fit the things in some strange, elegant way.

One of the dragons stepped towards the cliff that overlooked a small town in the mountains. The pilot turned to its fellow armored equine.

“Hey, Wedge. There it is, the city of Narshe.” Said the armored pony rather eagerly, pointing a hoof to the town below.

“Emperor Gestahl wants us to get a frozen esper rumored to have been found in the mines.” Replied the second armored stallion, glancing around before nodding.

“And what about the girl?” Asked the first, glancing at the third equine who accompanied them. She was a strange sort, sporting a light pink coat and a mane of sea green that was tied into a ponytail. Her forelegs and rear legs had some long, red sock-like pieces of clothing covering them.

Her blank, almost soulless azure eyes stared back ahead. On her forehead was a sharp horn, and just below that was a strange ornament that had a series of metallic chinks here and there.

“She won’t give us any trouble thanks to the slave crown. Heck, she won’t even breathe unless we tell her to. Gestahl entrusted her to us so we could have a higher chance of getting that frozen esper.” Answered the second, a grin on his muzzle.

The first armored pony chuckled. “What are we waiting for?” He asked, fiddling with the strange series of devices that caused the dragon he was riding to turn around.

“Let’s get that esper!” Declared the second who also turned around. The strange mare moved her hooves to mimic those she came with, almost as if she were but an automaton doll. Her dragon also turned around, and all three began descending the hill and into that snowstorm again.

The winds picked up more speed, and the dragons moved towards the town like prowling cats. The armored stallions occasionally complained about the snow hitting their faces, but the pink mare didn’t waver once.

Eventually, they reached a gate to the town of Narshe. And all hell was about to break loose.