The Rise of a Genocide

As I entered the small town I headed for the only house where the lights still were lit.  To be perfectly honest it didn't look much like a house, it either looked like some one had carved a house inside a tree or like a tree had grown through the underside of a house and nearly devoured it.  But, sure would beat sleeping outside again.  Right before I knocked on the door I took a quick glimpse around what I could see to check if this was the only house I could see if I could get shelter for the night, without risking awaking anypony.  But, no. Ponyville was all dark apart from this one house.  I rose the doorknob and let it go.  It gave of a silenced thump when it hit the door.  I waited a few minutes before I rose it again and let it go, a little harder this time.

I now heard the voice of a child inside. “Yeah, yeah. I'm coming.” I took a deep breath and wondered how the fillies here up north looked, the few I had meet on the country ways in the deep south had been sickeningly skinny and with a equally foul temper. When the door went up I was quite surprised to look down at a baby-dragon. “Yes?” It asked and yawned. “Ehh...Um...I...” I couldn't get the words forth as a stream of memories came back to me, I hadn't seen a dragon of any age since my I was just a filly when my father took me camping in the mountains.

Come on you know how to speak don't you? Having finally gotten a hold of myself I said in a as diplomatic tone I could. “I've travelled far, and this is the only house with the lights lit, so I was hoping I could get to spend the night here?” The dragon seemed to consider it for a few moments, much longer than I was hoping for. “Yeah, why not. Seems kinda cruel to let you sleep outside.” I let out a long sigh of relief. “Thank you.”  When I was inside I asked the little dragon. “Could I ask you four questions?” It shrugged its shoulders. “You've already asked me one so, fire all.” I smiled at the dragons good mood and said. “The first one, where might I crash?”  The dragon rubbed the scales under its chin and said. “Pretty much anywhere is fine with me, just don't break anything.” I lifted my saddlebags of my back, with a sign of relief, and dropped them in a corner.  I took a small second to study the room, it looked like it was some sort of library with bookcases along the walls. “The second one, what is your name?” “Oh, the name's Spike.” I looked at the dragons green spikes of his head, back and tail, and thought to myself.  How fitting. “The third one, I'm going to need some new clothes? I'm going to meet some very important ponies whenever I get there.” Spike answered back. “Go see Rarity she knows everything about that.” I was some what puzzled by yet a new name, but I was so tired that I just wanted to get questions over with and go to sleep. “So, final question, where can I find the ruling pony here?” Spike's forehead got some new wrinkles  I hadn't seen before and he asked. “By that you mean princess Celestia?” “Yes,” I said understanding his confusion. “If she is the one ruling here.”  Still a little confused Spike said. “In Canterlot, she's there with Twilight and Luna, you can take the train there.” “Um, I just need directions.” Spike pointed over his shoulder and said. “Over there, you should be able to see it when the morning comes.” I nodded, yawned and said. “Thanks for answering my questions, I'll probably be gone before you wake up tomorrow.  Good night.” Spike yawned deeply. “Good night.” I went to my stuff and early collapsed over my things.

In my dreams the same dream haunted my sleep.  I was in a big open landscape.  I stood on a balcony and gazed over the wast open field beneath me.  On the other side of the field, a enormous tower rose in to the sky, the top spire pierced the clouds and was blocked from view.  The field in front of me is partly bathed in fog and in  a few places you could see the forests and hills underneath.  The tower was tall, narrow and made from pure, white stone with exquisite arches and decorations.  The sun shined like a glimmered like jewel in the sky without a single cloud to disrupt its life giving light.  In the distance I could hear a bird singing over the sound of the wind.  Anypony would describe the situation a idyllic.  But then, as always.  From the top of the tower a cold darkness spread, over the field and over the sky.  The I heard a laugh and then a voice.  Both evil and empty of all love and goodness. “You can't escape me, I am you!”  And then I saw him.  The same shadowy stallion who had haunted me for the past thousand full moons or so.  He was completely black, both in coat and mane, two red eyes glared at me and a array of white teeth in his mouth made him seem even more demonic than before. “Who are you?” I shouted out.  Always the same words, always the same naive hope that he would give a better answer. “I am you, you are me.  It has been like that ever since the fall, the betrayal.”  He smiled a evil smile and his teeth, or rather fangs, glimmered with a cold dead gleam.  I saw up, and as always, when the darkness reached the sun a beam of light shone down upon the demon and a he dissolved into bits of darkness.  A Alicorn came down from the hole in the darkness the sun carved out.  She, because it was always a she, had a white coat and a rainbow colored mane.  After her came two more.  The first one was dark blue in her coat and with a mane resembling the night sky and the second one was purple with a dark purple mane.  They stood around me, raised their wings and looked down at me with glowing eyes.  Twelve crystals materialized and started to float around us, they circled faster and faster until you could only see a blur of colors.  Then they slowly got into their own orbits and when they stopped they pointed at us from all angles.  A bright of light and I felt something on by back and without thinking I spread my own wings and ascended up into the heavens with them.  And I woke up.  What does it mean? I thought to myself.  I felt a tear go down my cheek.  The empty feeling after the dream always made me sad or empty, at a time I nearly took down a entire forest, just to feel something, just a little guilt.  But, no when the dream was over I couldn't feel any feelings.

When the first rays of light entered through one of the house's many windows I was already packed and ready.  I left a note saying “Thank you,” and a jewel for the dragon.  Before I went outside I took a look at myself in the mirror. “Good heavens...” I muttered.  My once stilled white coat was full of dust and mud and the same with my mane.  The color reminded me more of half-way rotten hay than the onyx black color I always could boast about.  Out side I found a half-full bucket of water and gave myself a wash.  Every time the water became filthy I tossed it out with magic.  The black and white aura gave the water a mysterious look.  When I was finished I dried myself and played with the thought of taking paid to do this.  But, I threw it away when I came to think of that any pegasus with a somewhat descent weather control could do it faster and better that me.

When I was finished I looked around the town in search of the mare called Rarity.  A part of me, the one who had lived in one of the worlds biggest cities ever since I was a filly, doubted if this small town would have a skilled enough tailor to make me clothes fit for a meeting with such important ponies as I would be meeting but, the part of me that had been on the road for any hundreds of moons was close to overwhelmed with the amount of houses.  Ever since I left my previous home of Acoirna, The Jewel in The South, I hadn't been in more populated areas than a group of run-down shacks.  I walked up and down the humble streets of Ponyville without finding anything and it wasn't until everypony got out of their houses that I bumped into somepony who finally asked if I was lost.  It took me nearly by shock because she stood behind me whilst I had my muzzle far down a small map I grabbed right before I got to Ponyville. “Are you lost dear?” The voice came from a clearly sophisticated mare and I turned around in a embarrassingly clumsy manner to answer. “Uh.. yes I am in fact as lost as can be.” “Oh, might I gave you directions?” Now that I had gathered my senses I could get a clearer picture of who I was talking to.  She had a white coat, beautifully groomed , her mane was purple and curly and her cutie mark was three diamonds. “I'm looking for a pony named Rarity.  Could you tell me where she lives?” She laughed a low laughter. “I might know where you could find her.” If it was something I was not in the mood for, it was guessing games.  Or if I'm to be honest, was never in the mood.  If it was one thing I hated with all my heart, it was when somepony withheld information.  Nothing good comes out of it.  When I did say anything she resumed talking. “I'm Rarity, you aren't from around here, are you darling?” “No, you can sort of say that  are not,” I shook my head and got on to my actual point. “I'm going to see some rather high-class members of society and, I haven't got a wardrobe to support such a meeting,” I took a bag filled to the brim with bits. “Price is no concern.” She smiled and said. “Oh darling, it would not be a problem.  Generosity is one of my areas of expertise.” I didn't know what to say and kept my mouth shut. She walked through the increasingly more crowded streets to a building I figured out to be a shop of sorts.

When we got inside and into the room where the ¨magic¨ happened she made me stand still in the middle of the room whilst she took measurements and the things she needed to do in order to know what to do with the suit. “Do you have any idea on what you want?” I stood still like a manikin and said. “I was thinking a suit of sorts, but I'm totally inapt at thinking anything when it comes to design.” She gave me a short hmm as an answer.  She went over to a pile of fabrics and chose a piece of dark gray silk and held it in front of me, either to see if it it fitted to my appearance.  Then, she went back to her measurements and wrote them down on a note block she levitated with her magic.  I don't know how long I stood there, since I had a fashionista for a mother I had to me her manikin whenever she had a new design so I learned myself to enter a sleep-like state were I only surfaced to answer questions. “I hate to intrude, but who are going to meet?” I took a few seconds to savor the moment, thinking I could really impress the mare with the news.  I obviously did not know Rarity’s circle of friends. “I'm going to Canterlot and meat Celestia.” Rarity then said, to my surprise and disappointment. “Oh.  I'm heading there later today, I was planning to get there right away.  But, then you showed up,” She stopped talking for a few seconds whilst she measured the length of my hind legs. “Can't wait to meet Twilight again.  I was in Manehattan when she left and now she's been gone for two months now.” Again.  A new name and a new place I needed to learn.  And, once again, I chose to not show my ignorance.  “How are you going to get to Canterlot?” She mumbled something through her closed lips and took you the needles she had in her mouth. “I'm going to use the newly made railway, or it has been given a great brush up.” I let out a small sigh and thought to myself.  Wonder how much time I'll need to get up to date with this place? “Perhaps you would like to go with us, we forgot that Twilight wouldn't be with us when we got the tickets.” “Who are “we” may I ask?” I didn't quite like the idea of sharing more words than I needed, I'd always been scared of being betrayed. “Oh, it's me, Applejack, Flutteshy, Pinkie Pie and Spike.  Rainbow Dash and Twilight will meet us at the station when we reach Canterlot.”  I answered after a little while. “Fine with me, I'm sick of walking on hoof.” After that we didn't say much as Rarity needed to focus, not that I minded it that much.  When she was done with the measurements I went the back of the room and placed myself in front of one of the windows.  And after yet some more time she was finished. “Pffew, not my best work but, I hope it's good enough.”  It was just as I had thought of it.  Though it might sound cheesy, it is the truth.  A gray suit jacket with black linings along lines.  Though it was by far not a complex design it was expertly made, from the pinpoint accurate stitching to the excellent choice of fabric. I smiled and said. “It looks great and no matter how generous you might be, miss Rarity, it would be wrong to not pay you.”  It took my wallet out of the my saddlebags I placed in the corner when we started. “So, what is a price you would be willing to accept?”  She gave it a long think before she said. “Eight bits.” With a contempt smile on my face I handed the money over.  Why shouldn't I be smiling? It was the bargain of the millennium.

When we were about to exit the shop three fillies came in a happy, careless trot. One was a earth pony, one was a unicorn and the last was a pegasus.  The earth pony was cream colored with a red mane, the unicorn was white and with a purple and pink curly made.  And lastly there was the pegasus who had a orange coat and a purple mane.  It was a strange mix of colors seeing them together. “Hey sis!” The white one said and smiled from ear to ear. “Hello Sweetie Bell.” Rarity quickly took a glance at me and looked forward with a sort of dreading expression on her face. When they were about to walk past us the cream one turned her head around and exclaimed. “Girls, look there,” The two others stopped in their tracks and turned around.  Rarity and I also turned around. “He ain't got his cutie mark!” Rarity groaned loudly. “We can't stop now, the train will be departing in a few moments.” The three fillies looked disappointed and like they wanted to say something more but a sharp look from Rarity silenced them with a gaze filled with warning.

We hurried down the street, away from the disappointed fillies. “Your sister and?” Rarity took a little while to register my question and she didn't answer until we reached the train station. “That was my sister Sweetie Bell, Applejack's sister and Scootaloo, a friend of them.”  At this time we were just outside the station and on our way through the ticket control.  When we were through the security gates and onto the platform Rarity was greeted by four other characters, three of which I had never seen before.  One was the baby-dragon Spike and the three others were two earth ponies and a pegasus.  They all greeted Rarity with great enthusiasm.  And after that they turned their attention to me.  One of the earth ponies, with a pink coat and mane, jumped up and down while she asked me about who I was. “I'm... I'm...” Again, the long time on the road had meant that I had forgotten a lot about myself.  But, I didn't think it had this deep roots. “I'm... I'm Deman Ner're.” They all looked at me with a confused expression and stood still for a small minute. “I'm from way south so...”

Before it could get any more awkward a voice came from the train waiting to depart. “Everypony aboard  the train.  Departing to Canterlot in five minutes!” The message was repeated down the line in the other wagons.  Which really wasn't really that necessary since we were the only ponies on the platform.  We got inside, I got my ticket from Rarity and, whilst they sat in the front of the wagon, I sat down in the back.  I took a quill and some parchment out of my bags.  The quill rested over the parchment before it started to move over, forming words.  And ever so carefully these words emerged.

In every story ever told,

the most powerful deity is not a hero,

nor is it the villain, holding the world

in his or her hooves.

It is the pony holding the quill or

the pony in charge of the writing.

So if this life turns out to be

just something of a deity beyond

my comprehension and vision of

the thing I see as reality,

rules this world.

What can I do?

Apart from flowing

the strokes of his or hers

quill and thoughts.

When I looked at the poem I smiled. I...am...a....fucking genius.  The poem had some flaws I had to iron out but, apart from that, this was gold.  I mean... Good grief...

The rest of the train journey I tried to get the few flaws out or perhaps get a new verse into the mix but, I didn't get anywhere.  After sometime we got out of the train, we it had stopped of course and the sight that greeted me left me without words.  I got out of the train last over me I saw a cyan pegasus, nothing special, but then I saw down, or forwards.  On the platform in front of us.  Stood a purple alicorn.  Her mane was a darker shade of purple with a think vein of pink.  She was one of the ponies from my dreams. “Oh...Shit.”