Grand Fantasy: A Strange New World

Star Shower sighed as she trotted towards the Dark Lyre Woods, shaking her white mane. This particular forest was famous for the strange melodies that can be heard on a particularly windy day as the wind blows through the oddly shaped needles. The town of Treble that sat on its edge was founded by ancient musicians that came to listen to the haunting melodies. She double checked her saddlebags to make sure she had all the supplies she needed to examine the star that fell sometime in the night. Metallurgical book, check. Ropes, check. Astronomy book, check. She even remembered to bring a small blackjack just incase she had to defend herself in the forest.

The forest itself wasn’t dangerous; in fact, many ponies would sit amongst the trees and listen to the music. Although, lately, many ponies were disappearing and Mayor Fault, a skinny, dirt brown earth pony with a cobalt mane, had requested that nopony to enter the forest until the detatchment of Royal Guards arrived to patrol the forest. Being the resident astronomer and scientist made her the first choice in investigating the fallen star that fell into the forest late last night. Star still wished that she could wait for the Guards to show up, but she had told the mayor that she could defend herself if necessary.

According to her calculations, Star was certain that she was getting closer to the impact zone. Although, the burnt ozone scent that assaulted her sensitive nostrils was another indicator that she was nearing her destination. Star turned around swiftly as she heard something rustling in the bushes only to see a small rabbit dash out and run away. She sighed and lowered the blackjack back into her saddlebag. She didn’t even realize that she had drawn it.

Star Shower trotted into a large clearing, or it used to be a smaller clearing until the star had crashed into it. There were broken and burnt trees scattered all about the edge of the large, blackened pit that jutted out like a ribcage out of a rotting corpse. The destruction and decay around her was almost too much to bear. She could see burnt corpses of small creatures that couldn’t get away in time and were consumed by the intense flames from the star’s impact. Carefully, she slid down as fast as she cold without disturbing the pit too much. It really wasn’t all that hard, because the dirt had been melted into glass and stone was melted.

Then, she saw it. It wasn’t a star as she had thought, but rather a large, wolf-like creature that lay unconscious inside a circle of strange symbols. As soon as she reached the still form, the runes that were burnt into the ground around it faintly flashed a deep purple and disappeared completely. The creature itself resembled something like a Diamond Dog, only much larger and hairier. It had strange symbols carved into the tops of its paws; leaving large white scars were the fur wouldn’t grow. The runes on each paw were different, although the smaller sets of runes in its palms were identical.

A noise. It sounded like something scrabbling down a smooth surface. Star turned too late, three large, black Diamond Dogs slammed into her and sent her flying to the other side of the pit. The middle Dog crept up to her and went to grab her, only to have a large paw grab onto his leg and a gravely voice growl at him in some strange tounge.

Silverfang awoke to find himself in the bottom of a hardened pit with a strange, deep dark blue horse fly over him. Looking around, he saw three odd looking Lycans wearing some sort of bandoliers that held different types of gems. They obviously had something sinister in mind for the strange horse, so when the tallest one walked past him; he grabbed its leg and growled. “Don’t even think about it.”

Silver wrenched his other arm free, the chains breaking free of the hardened earth, and whipped the chain around the black Lycans legs. The creature yelped and fell to the ground as the other two rushed towards their fallen companion to aid him against the strange creature in the pit. They pointed their spears at Silver, only to have him rip his left arm free and grab one of the spears. “Fyurea” The Lycan whispered as the Flame Sigil on his left paw began to glow, catching his paw aflame.

  The black dogs leapt back in surprise as the spear haft burnt away in the grey creatures flaming paw. They struggled to get back up and did their best to flee from the fiery wolf. Wrenching the chains off of his feet, Silver stood and rubbed his raw wrists. There was something about him that felt off. He felt younger, stronger, and much much more alive. He turned to the strange horse, which was now shaking and sitting in a puddle of its own urine and had a small blackjack that was wrapped in a green glow that matched the glow on its horn.

“Are you al-” He was cut off as the blackjack came and cracked into his skull, stunning him. Didn’t he just get finished saving this damned horse/unicorn thing? He could feel the blackjack crack him a few more times before he completely lost consciousness again.

((AN: I know this chapter is kinda short, but It was a good stopping point and I didn't want to have a super massive chapter. So I cut it up and the rest would be chapter three. Now, Silver may seem like a Gary Stu, but I will be amending some of that in later chapters. He has always had the sigils on his hands so those will possibly stay.))