Prologue: When Queens Fall

    An exhausted grunt escaped my system as my hooves finally overpowered the heavy stone on top of me, pushing it aside. Cool, desolate air instantly breathed on the bare fur, cooling my injuries, but at the same time, whispering a stinging sensation to my burns. The scarring cut on my chest had reopened, although it wasn't nearly as bad as it was when I first received it. I only had enough energy to plant my forehooves on the ground beside me, pulling myself up to rest on a stone, before going limp.

    I didn't pant. My breathing was silent, just like the ruined city around me. It was a different exhaustion which tugged at my muscles whenever I tried to use them. It wasn't physical output which had tired me so, but a mental output. My brain had ran the marathon as my body cheered it on. Now, however, they were both unable to operate.

    My snout was numb from the blood which was leaking from my nostrils, dripping out like a clogged hose. It splattered on the gray rubble and dusty fur beneath, slowly painting both maroon. I didn't know how much of my blood my nose wept, but I did know it was an alarm to my brain to stop pushing itself. I shakily raised an arm, wiping my snout. When I peered down at the fur, it was as if somepony had took a paintbrush and stroked the fur.

    My arm dropped at the sound of hoofsteps coming my way. I knew who it was. She was the only one that would come to this massacred city.

    The sound of a rock dropping caught my attention. After a few seconds of the familiar sound of magic struggling and failing, it was replaced with something heavy being dragged across rubble and dirt. In the gray mist left over from the massive destruction which commenced just hours ago, a sillhouette became evident. It was the figure of a tall alicorn, dragging a lump of something on the ground as it made its way to me. I only relaxed, letting my brain recuperate with the nessesary, telekinetic juices.

    The silhouette  became larger as she neared, before giving away to the being. She was dragging a rock with her, pushing it in front whenever she took a step. Her eyes were seeping with tearful, quiet rage as they latched onto me. Her cheeks damp, muscles shaking, and eyes vengeful, she continued to limp my way, stone in tow. The silence of the eerie place was shredded each time she pulled the stone along with her, rubble crackling away when it neared.

    I could tell she wanted nothing more than to rip me limb from limb from the way her horn sparked. I knew she couldn't use magic, though. Not when she was around me.

    She was mumbling something now, her sharp pupils never leaving mine. She was only yards away now, and I could see a steady trail of blood trailing from her mouth, stringing her dusty fur damp. After five more pained, furious steps forward, she was now standing inches from my head. She dragged the heavy stone forward, before bending over and heaving it up, over her head.

    She almost collapsed under the weight of the torn cement, but held true to her motivation. Her tear-stained cheeks trembled as she stared down at me, eyes narrowed to slits. She took a deep breath; even her breathing was shaky. Finally, she spoke.

    "You made me do this," Princess Celestia said stoically, trembling. I only blinked. "...But I will never regret it."

    The stone came hurdling down, aimed at my forehead.

    But to truly understand how it got so out of hand, how it escalated so crazily, you can't possibly begin from the end. The movie doesn't play from the middle-on, it has a beginning, rising action, climax, and resolution. In that specific order. I need to start from the beginning. When the Protagonist was just another clueless hero to-be.

    But I guess I'm no Protagonist. My name is Andrew Detmer, and this is the story of how I became the most famous stallion in Equestria.

Above Eagles

Written by Pree Spunky

with pre-reading and editing from Maximus_Reborn, and Souldrainr