Chapters Mighty McIntosh - Origins
"Don't worry Applebloom, We'll be fine." Applejack ruffled Applebloom's hair, and wiped away some wayward tears. "This ain't nothin' The Elements can't solve."
"You promise?" Applebloom embraced her sister tightly, "If anything happened to ya-"
"That's silly, Sugar Cube. Right, Big Mac?"
The red Apple nodded, "Eeyup."
"Just watch over Big Mac for me, ya hear? Don't want him gettin' into any trouble." Applejack chuckled, holding her sister's hug. Big Mac rolled his eyes, smiling warmly. Applejack released Applebloom who clung steadfast. A short shake and pry released the embrace. She took in a deep breath of her home; the air crisp and refreshing, like the apples that dangled from their multitudinous trees. The sky was recently cleared by the pegasi, it blanketed all the farm in warm sun rays. Applejack refocused on her brother who provided his usual silent facade. "You'll watch over them, right? The Crusaders are bound to be runnin' round here lots more since I ain't gonna be."
"Eeyup." He responded, they shared a short but warm embrace. Applejack turned around, hugged Applebloom one last time, and set off down towards the exit to the farm.
"I'm gonna go walk her down." Applebloom muttered, and dashed off to her sister's side. Big Mac raised an eyebrow, but shrugged and made his way to the plow. Old and rusted, but reliable. It was the only thing he trusted to plant the tomatoes with. For some reason, they fared better come harvest season when he used this piece of junk. Hitching himself up, he pulled it along in the dirt, cleaving perfect rows for the plants to grow in.
Time passed, and before Mac knew it the job was done. "Eeyup." He nodded, admiring the handsome rows of soil. A familiar rumble distracted his view. Dinnertime rolled around quicker than he thought, but he could smell Granny cooking inside. Wind carried the intoxicating scents all across the farm, drawing all to its call. The sun started to wane, melting the blue sky with tinges of orange and red. Following his nose, he nearly reached the house when a voice behind called out.
"Big Mac! We found something!" The squeaky cheery voice of Sweetie Belle begged him to turn around.
"Yea, it's really cool!" Scootaloo replied, the CMC were definitely here for the night.
Seems Applejack was right about sis being lonely. He thought, standing yet staring towards dinner inside.
"Ain't ya gonna look, big brother?"
The rumble returned, alerting all around to Big Mac's hunger. "After dinner, girls." He said, and proceeded through the door.
"Why is he never interested?" Applebloom blurted in frustration.
"He's plenty interested, he's just, uh-"
"Got a funny way of showing it?" Sweetie proposed, her and Scootaloo gave reassuring smiles.
A bountiful feast lie upon the Apple family table, Granny stood proud, as proudly as she could considering her time-weathered muscles.
"Saw you using that rusty plow out there, tomater season must be comin' round." Granny speculated. Big Mac nodded, eyes fixated upon the mountain of food before him. "Must'a stirred up a hunger something fierce," The Crusaders shuffled in, Applebloom leading them. Sad disappointment twisted her face, she watched as her brother dug into dinner. "Lookie here, if it ain't the Crusaders themselves. Go on, have a seat! There's plenty to go 'round." Granny smiled, beckoning them to join. Two seats were quickly filled, and the grinning pegasi and unicorn quickly found themselves facing mountains of food on their plates. Only Applebloom declined, she made her way to the stairs. Granny called out, "Applebloom, ain't ya gonna eat with yer friends and family?"
"I ain't hungry right now, Granny." She mumbled, and ascended the staircase. Into her room she hid, sitting in her bed. Shadows grew around her as night took hold. "Big Mac doesn't care about anything I do." She grumbled in darkness, occasional tears falling from her cheeks. Seething in frustration, she shoved her face in her soft downy pillow.
"Now that ain't quite fair to me, don't you think?" Someone said from the door. Applebloom pulled herself from the pillow, Big Mac stood in the doorway. "I'm sorry about earlier, Applebloom. I've had to drag around the old rusty plow all day. Tired and hungry, and I ignored you." Pulling herself from the bed, she embraced her big brother. "Now, let's go take a look at what you found." Her demeanor instantly brightened, and dashed down the stairs to the other Crusaders.
"Come, Crusaders! Onward to our discovery!" Rallying the troops received mixed results, Scootaloo's stomach bloated and she waved them off.
"You guys go ahead, I'm too full to move" She groaned, a belch ending her statement. Sweetie and Applebloom led Big Mac to the barn. Night claimed the light, Applebloom rummaged through the barn and hastily emerged, producing a lantern. She ignited the oil within, illuminating a small area around them in an yellow-orange glow. They dashed out the door, Applebloom prompter her brother to follow. The lantern light faded as they trotted down the hill. Big Mac followed, hoping they didn't find something that would destroy everything.
Where are these nutty fillies taking me? He thought as the Everfree Forest came within view. Shadows danced around the trees, forming figures of strange creatures that may lurk within the forest. Green glowing eyes of prowling timberwolves shifted between hidden viewpoints, monitoring the ponies' every step. He cautiously approached where the two crusaders stopped. A large wooden crate, taller than the fillies, sat anchored in the ground.
"The cool thing is inside!" Sweetie whispered, peering back at the eyes staring at her. A raised eyebrow was all the reply he needed.
"From what we saw, it's safe. Nothing explosive." Applebloom insisted, only serving to increase the look of scrutiny upon her brother's face. "Really, it didn't blow up or anything."
"Yea, it doesn't even look like the thing from last time." Sweetie Belle said.
Big Mac recalled their last discovery. They insisted it would help with planting the fields, it was near planting season at the time. His eyebrows took quite a while to grow back, and he still finds small crops growing by the apple trees which are across the farm from the planting fields.
Awkward silence pervaded the area as he contemplated the crate before him. The crusaders exchanged nervous glances. "If you insist." Big Mac sighed, and lifted the lid of the box.
A bright persistent green glow shot from the cracks and the top as it creaked open. The light source levitated out of the crate, pulsing as it dimmed slightly. Big Mac attempted to scold the crusaders for yet another dangerous discovery, but his limbs didn't respond. Eyes locked with the dimming light source, an emblem burned into its front side. An image of a planet, presumably Earth, appeared with a horseshoe overarching it. Out of this image, light poured in ribbons. The ribbons began to wrap around Big Mac, these ones encompassed his hooves. The next wave overtook his legs, the next his torso and tail, the next his neck.
"Applebloom-" He managed to say before the ribbons covered his entire body in the pulsating green glow. The crusaders could only sit stunned as Big Mac was lifted into the sky, hovering as high as the barn is tall. He shone brightly, the light growing in strength, almost becoming the farm's personal sun. This caught the attention of those inside.
"It's nighttime, right Scoot?" Granny asked, looking at the gleaming window.
"Should be, why-" She turned around, "What." Wide eyes met the light.
Granny and Scootaloo rushed towards the others after a short time, the light growing brighter with each passing second. Panic overtook them, both only spewing out gibberish and pointing towards the house. Scootaloo blathered the first coherent statement, "Inside!" She pushed Applebloom's backside, fluttering her wings as mightily as she could. The four, not wanting to argue, ran inside as the light grew brighter still. On their way in, they saw the painted wood of the house singe, and some nearby grass followed suit.
The took cover underneath the Apple family dinner table, a mighty wooden creation of Big Mac's. Granny said once it could withstand the house falling on it, so she assumed they might have sanctuary under its protection. Minutes passed without a word, they felt like hours as the light grew only brighter and hotter. Everyone shared stares of terror, Sweetie rocking back and forth, cracking under pressure. Large wind gusts battered the house, the gusts drawn to the new sun. Granny and the crusaders hugged, huddling together as noise and light increased. This amassment proved to be short-lived. A large boom exhaled the wind from the farm, blasting the leaves from the entire apple orchard and flinging shingles and siding from the house. The light suddenly disappeared, shrouding the farm in rightful night once more. A massive crash rocked the house, and silence befell all.
Mighty McIntosh - Origins
The dust fell. Granny and the Crusaders shared empty stares. She pulled herself from under the table, limbs creaking while she looked around. Applebloom poked her head out, watching her grandma with concern.
"Are we safe, Granny?" She peeped, the other two crowded behind her. A short time of examination brought only a shrug to answer.
"I don't know, child."
"Where's Big Mac?" Granny didn't answer while she looked out the back window. She stood motionless, staring outside. "Granny?" She crawled out from under the table, and looked outward. Plumes of smoke arouse from a charred massive sphere that interrupted the land. Entirely, it stood still as a stone. Embers glowed in the moon's shadow upon it.
A tear formed in Granny's eye, and she spoke somberly, "I reckon we don't wanna know."
"Whatcha mean by that?" Applebloom asked, worry crawling along her spine. They stared at the giant ashen sphere, it erupted from the hill. Several minutes passed, neither the ponies nor the sphere showed signs of movement.
Scootaloo fidgeted, and pulled herself up from under the table. She left Sweetie underneath, still clammed up in shock. "Let's go find out. I'm tired of being stuck in here." Scootaloo stated, and grabbed hold of the door. She swung it open, swiped the lantern, and relit it. The darkness outside evaded her as she went about the charred grass. Light from the lantern illuminated part of the house as she trekked to the giant sphere. The siding barely clung to the house, most of it scorched or burned. "How did this house even stay together?" She wondered aloud, continuing along. Looking back, only night stared back. No others dared follow her. She caught a glimpse of them staring at her as she approached the giant ember.
Chunks crumbled off as she prodded at it. More chipped away on its own, falling to reveal an image. Scootaloo dusted it off as well as she could, it appeared to be Big Mac's cutie mark. The apple pulsed slowly, the whole sphere seemed to breathe with it. It mimicked a heartbeat, thumping against the ground with each pulse. Each pulse brought the symbol out further, reaching towards her. In curiosity, she pushed the mark inward. Instantly it gleamed bright green, and became extremely hot. Scootaloo winced, pulling herself away from it. It rocked side to side as more chunks fell from the mark.
A hoof broke through the dark material. The rest fell to the ground, erupting more clouds of dust and smoke. She shut her eyes, coughing as smoke invaded her lungs. She felt something touch her shoulder, instinctively she squirmed away.
"I ain't gonna hurt you, Scoot." A deep comforting voice reassured her. "I'm just as confused as you." Before her stood Big Mac, untouched by the inferno. He looked more fit than earlier, as if a weight had lifted from him. She gave him a crooked look, he raised an eyebrow. Motioning towards him, he looked down. He was without his lifelong collar. His eyes widened, "I forgot what most of my neck looked like." He paced about the area, casually stretching. "Haven't felt this good in years!" Excitedly he reared, kicking his front hooves into the air. He slammed the ground coming down. It rumbled the earth, shook the farm, and craggy rocks sprouted out in a line in front of him. "What in Equestria?!" He shouted, backing away from the newly formed earth.
"Scootaloo, get inside! Earthquakes are-" Applebloom called as she dashed towards her compatriot.
She stopped the rabid filly, "Look over there. See? Big Mac's fine!"
"Eeyup." He wearily added, cautiously examining the rocks from a short distance.
"Then what in Nightmare Moon is that?" Applebloom asked, pointing to the craggy line.
"Good question." Big Mac replied.
"Mac, did you do that?" Granny inquired, she investigated the fillies' absence; Sweetie Belle followed quickly behind. Big Mac approached the rocks, and tapped them with his hoof. They quickly retracted into the earth, sealing itself without a trace. Everyone watched in shock as the patriarch of Sweet Apple Acres flung boulders over the field he plowed earlier that day.
"Big Mac, can you stop that?" Sweetie Belle trembled. He paused, and dropped the last boulder back into the earth wound. It quickly sealed without a trace. "I didn't think that thing we found-" She trailed off, eyes fixated on Big Mac.
"THE SENTINEL HAS BEEN CHOSEN." A booming voice echoed across the landscape, catching everyone in the farm by surprise.
"Are they-" Big Mac said. He was cut off from creatures that arose from the depths beneath him. They held the shape of ponies, a few mares and a stallion stood stiffly. Stones made up the stallion's hooves, dirt his coat. The mares shared these traits, differing only in their long flowing manes and tails of fine grasses. The stallion wore a small patch of mushrooms upon his head, his tail a bundle of thick vines. Their prideful stance kept as the stallion spoke.
"You have activated our sigil. Yet, the ritual did not take place where we may have properly greeted you." He glanced at Applebloom, "You appear familiar. Were you the one who disturbed the sigil's proper resting place?"
She froze at his question, the other crusaders gathered sheepishly about her. "It looked really interesting, we only wanted to know what it was." Sweetie Belle explained, still worried yet in control.
"You could've asked us, young ones. We watched you as you did so."
"You WHAT?!"
"Sweetie's right, That is pretty creepy." Scootaloo agreed, shivering slightly.
"We stood in plain sight."
"You're not the most noticeable. Being made of dirt and such." Applebloom pointed out, the stallion pondered her words for a moment.
"So you do not possess visual prowess as we do. Exile does erode the mind of common information."
"Exile? Where were-"
"It matters not, but know I have been gone for many moons. We, however, have not."
"And who are 'we'?" Big Mac asked.
"We are the Earth Ponies."
"Umm, nope. We're earth ponies."
"Besides the horned and winged ones, you are correct. But we are Earth Ponies of a different sort. We are a subsect of the Elemental Ponies.
"Elemental Ponies?"
"We are responsible for the creation of the world as it was and is today. The Earth Ponies forged the stone and soil, and shaped it to what we now stand on. The Water Ponies filled the valleys and crevices with water, creating oceans, rivers, and lakes. The Air Ponies breathed the life-sustaining atmosphere onto the world, and created the clouds with the help of The Water Ponies. The Magic Ponies made likeness of each type, Earth with their bodies strong as stone, and Air swift as the wind. They made the last type in their own visage, leaving The Water Ponies un-honored. From these visages, they breathed life into them, creating earth ponies, unicorn, and pegasi. This is where your definition of 'earth pony' originates. But now you have tapped into your basal element." He faced Big Mac, "You may now control the earth as we do, though you may only push yourself so far. You are bound by your physical form. You may call me Terrac."
"I'm Big McIntosh, though most everypony calls me Big Mac." He extended a hoof, Terrac looked at it curiously.
"If you wish to unlock and hone your true power, meet us within the shrine within the Everfree Forest. It has been an honor, Earth Kin." Terrac and his group phased into the ground, leaving behind a cleansing spot where they each stood. These spots spread across the farm, healing the burnt grass, trees, and crops. The ashen sphere absorbed into the earth, leaving the hill untouched from its previous shape. The house and barn maintained its burnt sidings and structure.
"Dangnabbit, I was hoping that weirdo magic woulda fixed those up," Granny said, disappointed, "Well, we better get to work fixing the barn up. Again. Why's this thing always get all mangled?" She started up towards the barn, motioning for others to come with. Sweetie and Scootaloo followed, leaving brother and sister staring at one another.
"Well, I guess this means we're gonna have to go into the Everfree Forest?" Applebloom said, breaking their lingering silence.
"Eeyup."
Author's Note
At long last, I have put out another chapter. Sorry about the wait, either way, I hope everyone enjoys it!
Mighty McIntosh - Origins
The farm warded the wild grasp of the forest with a strong fence along their border. Far from impenetrable, many animals enjoyed passing through from civilization to the untamed. When feral creatures stayed around the farm, a rarity for them, they merely stayed to watch the farmers work. Despite the spooky rumors of the Everfree Forest, most of the creatures that bothered to explore beyond it always remained friendly or at the very least neutral. The only exception to this were the Timberwolves. Vile-smelling creatures compiled of wood chunks and strange magic. Renowned for their incredible agility and unstoppable ferocity, they served as the primary reason to stay away from Everfree. Big Mac never really feared these creatures, his previous strength served well enough to fight them off.
Any timberwolves come after us, they'll get a big surprise. He chuckled at their possible reactions to his new power. Standing on the edge of Everfree allowed him a decent view of the goings-on at the farm. Granny Smith stared at the barn, impossible to fix on her own. She waved goodbye to the crusaders who quickly packed their things for a new adventure. They rendezvoused with Mac, the three becoming slightly hesitant when the timberwolves howled in the distance. "I thought you two were staying here to help Granny." He said raising an eyebrow, expecting a response.
"Well, you see Big Mac-" Scootaloo began, only for Applebloom to cut her off.
"We all wanted to show you where the, uh, arena was. That's what the rock guy called, right?"
"He called it the ritual site." Scootaloo rebutted.
"He actually didn't call it anything." Sweetie Belle said, "Weren't you listening?"
"I'll bet you remember his name too, don't ya?"
"Terrac." Sweetie snipped, venom in her voice.
"Alright, settle down there, egghead. Don't go all Twilight on me." Scootaloo feigned fear, and giggled.
"What's that supposed to mean? I spend time with Twilight because she's teaching me better magic!"
"It was just a joke, chill out."
"Here's a joke for ya!" Sweetie's horn lit up, a wicked grin growing on her face.
"Now girls, we've got the timberwolves to tear us to pieces. No need to do their job for 'em." Big Mac said, looking down at the warring ponies. "Unless you want to make it my job." Sweetie's horn faded, both girls quickly went silent. He motioned towards the forest path, "Shall we?"
The Everfree Forest contained many strange and confusing pathways, though the little fillies recalled their path easily. Timberwolves stalked them the deeper they trekked. Breath stink permeated the area, working them into a paranoid stance, ready for combat. Stray branches held the shape of grabbing hands, reaching out to steal away anypony that come too close. A growl echoed too close to Big Mac, he flared his new powers at the noise. He reared and slammed his front hooves on the ground toward the threat. Large craggy earthen spikes shot out from the mossy forest floor, knocking down trees and bashing creatures aside. In the distance, the timberwolf replied with a whimper.
"Did you get it?" Scootaloo asked while she stared into the new craggy expanse.
Big Mac raised an ear, listening intently. Silence once again reigned the forest. "Eeyup." He replied, wearing a smug grin. They continued down their projected path, Applebloom recalling their adventure as if she'd a map of the entirety of Everfree at her disposal. A short time later found them staring down a fork in their path. Each filly looked at each other nervously, occasionally glancing at their escort. The silence was quickly broken, as they began arguing about the path. Petty insults were thrown out, causing more childish fighting. Big Mac ignored them and examined the forest around him. Thickets and branches cleared up significantly from whence they came, it felt wildly civil. The path even improved. It was no longer covered in tangled roots and moss, housing an occasional rectangular stone or two.
They do not know where to go. A voice whispered to Big Mac.
"Who said that?" He replied aloud, the three stopped bickering.
"Said what?" They asked him.
"Not you." He disregarded them, searching for the source of the voice.
Do not panic, Earth Kin. You are nearby, I sensed your presence. Earth Ponies usually communicate using the lines within the earth itself. It seems I have forgotten those newly awakened never possessed this power. My apologies. It sounded somewhat like Terrac. The voice felt strangely distorted, as if some interference prevented him from recognizing the stone pony's basal voice.
So does that mean you can hear my thoughts? He attempted Terrac's method of communication.
If that is what this realm of speech is referred to, then yes. Terrac responded. Before you lies a split unto the path. One way leads to more of the forest. The other leads to our resting place.
Mind telling me which one to go down, then? Big Mac asked impatiently, his companions short tempers testing his patience.
This is where we may begin the first lesson. You are to become one with the earth. Well, as close as a mortal pony might. I would like for you to examine your surroundings once more.
Big Mac looked around. Nothing's changed.
No, not with your eyes. Look with your power. Feel the ebb and flow of the earth, much as one might watch the waves of the sea. He closed his eyes, and dug his hooves deeper into the soil. A deep breath in, a deep breath out. A beat of the earth's heart. Before him the surroundings reconstructed themselves. They were rebuilt not how most might see. He saw through the fog and trees, and he freely looked about. The sky above him stretched higher than he ever saw, reaching to places unknown. He looked upon the fork in the path. Each path looked similar, yet one stood out.
It whispered to him, "This way shall lead you to your destiny. This way shall lead all of the Earth Ponies to their destiny."
He opened his eyes, pulling himself from the other realm. Each filly stared at him without a word or movement. "This way." He said, walking toward the once-whispering path. They silently followed him. A grand building revealed itself when they drew close. Constructed of massive stone and bound by thick vegetation, it stood stout in the earth, never climbing higher than the tree line surrounding it. Several Earth Ponies wandered about the grounds, shaping and reshaping the earth around the building.
"I never saw any of these ponies before." Sweetie Belle commented, watching one juggle increasingly larger stones.
"That is because we could not reveal ourselves to those unaware of us." A gravely voice responded from behind them. The four jumped in surprise, one causing a rock formation that rose to tip down a tree.
Sweetie frowned when she saw Terrac before them, "Terrac, you can't do that to us!"
"You nearly killed us!" Scootaloo added.
"Yea, using your rock...uh..rock-a-port like that scared all-"
Terrac cut off Applebloom, "My apologies, I forgot you did not sense my encroachment." He looked at Big Mac, "Surely you did, Earth Kin?"
Mac shook his head, "Nope."
"Disturbing. Perhaps you are still adjusting to your new abilities." He paced around them, "Also, I suggest you be a bit more kind to the timberwolves."
"They were gonna kill us! Timberwolves are-"
Terrac cut off Applebloom again, "Harmless. They merely wanted to see who approached our lands."
"Is that all they do?" She asked, already knowing the answer she expected.
"Well, no. They are wild creatures of the fundament. A mistake created from the trees themselves by an old friend. Since then we found use in them, they kept mortal ponies away from our lands. Recently you ponies have grown foolhardy, traveling here on mere whim. We have befriended them, but cannot control them. We'd like to keep the truce alive, lest we forge our own crisis."
"Sure." She shot a cross look at Terrac, then refocused her sight on the building grounds.
"We are glad you've arrived, Earth Kin. Your trials must begin as soon as possible. The first taste of power earlier was merely a test if you could tap it at all. You showed prowess in singling out the fundamental sight with skilled focus. This will prove useful in your later struggles." He paused a moment, and motioned towards the crusaders, "Your first trial arrives. Only those who posses our abilities may enter. Will you accept your fate? It is a lonely destiny, but a necessary one."
Big Mac looked to them, Scootaloo and Sweetie giving looks of encouragement. Applebloom didn't look at her brother, but her crestfallen expression spoke for itself. "Only if they are safely guided out of the forest."
"Of course." Terrac stomped his hoof, and the two mares from the farm manifested from nearby ground. "They shall bring your friends to safety."
Big Mac approached Applebloom, "I won't be gone for long. Besides, you wanted to show me something interesting, right?"
"I wanted to see this too..." She trailed off.
"You will. Just...don't tell AJ. Her tenacity would probably cause havoc."
"I won't. Be careful, Big Mac."
"Eeyup." He smiled, and they shared a long-needed embrace. Big Mac watched as they faded into the forest shade, guided by Terrac's mares.
"Your destiny awaits, Earth Kin." Terrac bowed to Big Mac. He led his new pupil to the compound.
The mares quickly navigated the path for the crusaders, bringing them to the entrance of the forest. They disappeared without a word, leaving the three at the edge of the farm. Applebloom gazed into the forest.
"Come on Applebloom, he'll be fine. It's Big Mac." Scootaloo said.
Sweetie chimed in, "Yea, he's never had something he couldn't face!"
"I sure hope so." She sighed. Led back to the house by her friends, Applebloom sat on the porch. The planks were scorched and misshapen, she easily disregarded it. A creaky body sat down next to her, a hoof wrapped around her.
"What's the matter, hayseed? Where's Big Mac?" Granny Smith asked.
"With the Earth Ponies. They're training him or whatever."
Granny pulled Applebloom closer, "He'll be alright."
"That's what everypony keeps saying."
"Then don't ya think it has some truth to it?" They sat together on the porch for a long while. Granny spoke as the sun began to wane once more, "I just hope we can fix up the house n' barn. Applejack'll be sure to help us along when she-" Granny crooked her head away from the house, raising an ear. Distant clatter of a wagon disrupted the peace of the country. It halted, and quickly continued into the distance. They watched the path as a memorable mare returned to the farm.
"Applejack!" Both said, and her trot stopped dead.
"What in the wide world of Equestria happened here?" Applejack stared wide-eyed at the house.
"It's a long story. Only thing to know is that it needs fixin'." Granny said.
Applejack approached the house cautiously watching the frame, "You sure it's safe?"
"I checked, mostly surface burns."
"What in the hay burned the 'surface' of our entire farm?"
"You probably won't believe it." Applebloom answered. They all gathered at the foot of the porch, sharing a comforting Apple Family hug.
"You have no idea what we faced. I'm surprised it only took a day," She pushed in a few planks, testing them, "But considerin' Twilight's crazy new magic, I can see why. You see, when we first arrived at-" Applejack looked through one of the house windows, and surveyed the expanse of yard. She settled her gaze on Granny Smith and Applebloom, "Where's Big Mac?"
Author's Note
And so Applejack returns to the farm, minus one Big Mac.