King of the Humans!

Chapter: 3 - A History Lesson

The sounds of hooves and boots walking across the tiled floor fills the air of the ruin with a soft echo accompanying it. Walking alongside the pony, I lift my palm towards the windows to repair them and reverting their artwork back to what we had made. Shining brightly, the magic conceals the windows until it dissipates and leaves the original imagery.

"Here. Lyra, I present to you one event in our history. The first, to be exact." I remark softly whilst pointing to a large window with intricate patterns along it.

The unicorn in question gives a quiet gasp of astonishment at what the artwork depicts, her large eyes widening in an effort to absorb as much as she could. The window shows an interesting scene of a group of humans all sat around a campfire. Some laughing whilst others had very nervous expressions while watching the tree line. The artwork also shows another teenager, a mop of black hair across his head, standing instead of sitting.

"This depicts our first night on this world, maybe more than three thousand years ago. We had no supplies other than one crate of food and seeds. We had to later construct everything ourselves. I'm surprised we actually built more than what our ancestors did when they had so few people. I guess it was because we knew what we wanted to construct." I say.

"That's quiet the event. But, how did you become king in the first place?" Asks Lyra, eager for more historical facts never heard by anypony else.

I come to a stop beside another stained-glass window, Lyra halting as well, and direct my finger to the scene depicted.

"This image shows my rise to power, well, what I was before the event that made me king. This shows me as the first guard who swore to protect the rest. I first used a make-shift wooden club before we began to mine and forge tools and armour. I could have received a sword to differ me from the rest of the guards because at the time many guards worked for me as I was the captain. Instead, I used the uniform iron spear and bow what the rest used, as a sign of equality. The only unique item I had was a blue hood which worked as a cowl to shield my eyes from sunlight and allow anyone to see I was the captain." I speak.

Dismissing the panel, I point to the window next to the most recent artwork.

"This here shows the event which made me king." I say while pointing at the window.

Lyra turns to the artwork before her golden eyes widen, her mouth hanging open at the scene shown. Shown in the window was a teenage dragon breathing fire into the sky, while human civilians were staring in awe. Within the crowd depicted were guards, their fists raised into the air as they roared. Atop the dragon was the same figure as before, only with a blue hood and spear impaled through the dragon's torso as it's blood shot forth towards it's own flames.

"I killed that dragon as it attempted to invade. I forged my two swords later that day by pouring the corpse, iron, and steel into the same smelter. What came out was the hardest material I have ever seen, which is why I crafted my blades from it. Some magic actually became infused because of the naturally occurring magic within the dragon, but that's not what gave my blades their legendary power."I remark before continuing on with the unicorn in tow.

"What gave the swords the rest of the magic then?" She inquires.

I smirk before pointing to a different window, this one including less violence. Shown in the centre of the top half of the window was a tree of Equestrian legend, the Tree of Harmony. It's crystalline blue was accompanied by two steel swords on either side of the tree. The swords had small blue rune-like shapes shown along their steel forms, a blue glow outlining the weapons. Depicted in the final half of the window was a human hand, the appendage had small blue runes similar to the ones on the swords.

"This shows what happened when I first discovered the Eternal Tree. Walking inside it's cavern, I found a demonic beast shrouding the tree in darkness and a red hue. My platoon of guards were still investigating the rest of the tunnels, so I had to defend myself. It was a long battle with the creature, it had used it's lion paw and eagle claw to tear away at my armour and leave great dents and scratches in the metal. It would summon small storm clouds which would send bolts of surprisingly weak lightning at me, sometimes it would launch itself towards me and bite at my shoulder pads with it's single fang. Exhausted and covered in blood, most not belonging to me, I finally shoved both of my blades through it's furry chest. Once slain, the dark mist and red hue left the tree and revealed it's true crystal appearance. A swarm of small blue wisps blew through me for a minute before dispersing, that's how most believed I received magical knowledge. As another bonus for my efforts, my swords were covered in a blue hue before that to dispersed and left me with even stronger swords." I tell.

"Wait, so that means you fought with Discord?!" She shouts.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"Discord! It sounds like you're talking about Discord!" She once again screams out.

"You haven't heard what else happened in that cave, have you?" I enquire.

She shakes her head before silencing for me to continue.

"I found a furry creature near the tree. It had a similar appearance to the creature I fought, yet was the size of a small puppy. I found it shivering beside the roots of the tree, so I picked it up and took it back to my castle after alerting the guards to follow me. It took some time, but I later got him accustomed to how the castle and society worked so that he would keep safe. You see, we had some magical creatures roaming the land which would be quiet malevolent. Some, like Brownies, could only become insulted and leave. They would never be negative besides undoing the help they gave you. But others, like Red caps, were complete douchebags. Hiding in ruined castles and forts, they would threaten the lives of adventurers and anyone else who dared investigate their lairs. We were very cautious however, so they had to dye their hats red with the blood of animals instead of humans. Anyway, I kept the creature within the castle grounds until I learned that he could speak. He actually called me 'Daddy' as his first word, and later he seemed to be quiet a trickster as his intelligence steadily increased over time. I eventually named him 'Discord' because of this." I reply.

"So you raised Discord? How did he become such a villain in our history?" Asks Lyra.

I reach my own conclusion, but remained silent while holding a finger in the air so that she would wait for my later answer. I then use the same digit to point to the next window.

"Here is the depiction of my coronation, this is the only event documented in artwork besides the final event I ever witnessed. Sadly, the only thing shown is my crown, a bright yellow glow behind it and also my dual weapons shown below the crown." I remark, eager to answer Lyra's question so I didn't seem ignorant.

"Here is the final window." I say while pointing at the window. "This shows an axe dripping with blood and a crowd of humans above it crying. You can also see a young Discord over a dead body concealed by a blue blanket, crying into the material. Would you believe that was me beneath that cloth?" I ask.

"How are you alive?" She asks while saddened by the image.

"I'm not sure, but I know that I was resurrected recently and made my way here by accident. I woke up, stumbled out and made my way along the path which brought me here. I even have the same armour as when I died." I remark.

Lyra gives me a look of disbelief before leaning in and giving a frown. I was in fact wearing the armour of someone who had died earlier. The largest clue was the severe chasm in my chest plate resulting from the axe plunging into the metal. Some dry blood surrounded the crack in the metal plates, with some splashed across the armour randomly. Rearing her head back into it's usual area, she gives me a thoughtful look before the ambient silence is broken from a distant area. The sound of the entrance crashing open fills the air with a thud. The only other sound accompanying it is the scurrying of smooth, yet armoured, limbs against the stone tiled floor.

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