When Technical Support is Too Helpful

The sound of metal clanging on metal echoed in the complete emptiness of the Void.

“What the Hell is that racket?” Destray grumbled.

“I thought that was your snoring,” Drych gibed.

“Just sitting here wondering about it won’t tell us what it is,” Dehs voiced.

“Then why don’t you go see what it is?” Dāv retorted.

“So,” Dehs yawned and inhaled a lungful of miasma, “sleepy.”

Her siblings mimicked her action and all mumbled in agreement.

“Wakey, wakey, younger siblings,” they heard a voice shout and echo above them.

“I thought Grey killed him?” Drych griped.

“What does he want?” Destray complained.

“Maybe if we stay silent, it will go away,” Dāv suggested.

“Maybe we should squash him like the cockroach he is!” Dehs proposed.

“I can hear you!” Mystin voiced.

“GO AWAY!” the quadruplets yelled in unison.

“I have come to set you all free!”

“Oh, yeah? Because that went so well last time!” Drych chided.

“I have killed Grey!” Mystin announced, “And there are no Divines left that could stop you all!” He could hear them whispering and arguing amongst themselves.

Four pairs of rainbow irises glowed behind the rainbow bars of the Void Gates moments later, “What do you want?” he heard the four of them say simultaneously.

Mystin smiled wickedly, “Just a moment of your time, brethren.”

"What if the crystal is destroyed?" Twilight asked.

The sky had significantly gotten brighter, signaling dawn and the start of the day, when they had reached the base of the mountain.

Onyx yawned and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, "Then we are fucked."

"Is that water-goddess-chick alive or did Grey kill her?" Rainbow Dash questioned as she jumped off a rock.

"She's alive," Onyx answered, "She is probably in her underwater castle with her subjects."

"'Her subject'?" Twilight inquired curiously and had her notepad ready.

Onyx looked at her and Twilight looked back at him with expectant lavender eyes. He sighed and answered her, "The Mer. They are half human and half fish."

"So what's a 'Mer'Lahn'?"

"'Mer of the Land' or 'elf'. They wanted to live on land and experience life in a different place. Wyohtā allowed them but took away their ability to breathe underwater and magical potential. She also made it to where they can not swim."

"That's kinda. . . extreme?" Dash input.

"She is an extreme kind of woman."

"Are you on good terms with her?" Twilight questioned.

"Yup! The best! My people constructed a Water Temple for her in the middle of the volcano. When. . . my father became a demon, he poisoned the water all around and on the island. We begged and offered a lot of sacrifices to her and she eventually created a never ending well of fresh water for us, which is where the Storm Crystal rests."

"So. . . I have been holding this in for a while," Dash began, "What's up with all that stuff in the vault? It looked awesome!"

"Technology is a double-edged sword," Onyx replied dryly, "What one intends for good, there are always others who wish to use it for evil."

"How far did technology go?" Twilight asked.

"Grey kept the technology here as tame as he could so they were only capable of interstellar travel, but in another universe, they had technology that could instantly teleport you to other worlds and dimensions; massive constructs that were as big as planets and even artificial stars."

"Wow," Twilight and Dash awed in unison.

"It was fantastic," Onyx agreed but then frowned, "the amount of resources required to build something of that size was enormous. Whole galaxies would be drained and trillions of lives wasted."

Silence fell over the group as the two former-ponies let that fact sink in.

"Trillions?" Twilight whispered.

"Hundreds of trillions."

Four days later, with an uneventful walk, the three reached the coast. Onyx wore a grim expression.

"I take it the ocean was not alway this black?" Dash commented.

"This. . . This changes things," Onyx spoke. "If the water is like this, then the earth is not just missing the Goddess. . . the earth has been completely drained of nutrients and the water. . ." Silence fell over him. "Drych."

"What?" Twilight asked confused.

"'Disaster'. She is one of the four Harbingers of the Endtimes created by Solaris," he turned to them. "If Mystin has released the Harbingers. . ." He noticed the two women with their jaws on the floor, "What?" They pointed behind him and he followed their fingers and tensed.

A giant, naked, woman with stone gray, cracked skin, long, tangled black hair, with rainbow irises, was walking on the water towards them. She had a toothy grin and stopped in front of Onyx.

The dragon craned his head back to look up at her face, "Drych. . ."

The woman scooped him up in her hand and brought him close to her face, "Onyx, have you seen Grey?"

"All the time," Onyx gasped as the woman's grasp crushed the wind out of him.

"Did Mystin kill him?"

"Nope!" he choked.

Drych set Onyx down back on the beach and rested her chin in the sand. She sighed, "Grey and Dèshū were right. We should not have stepped foot in this realm. All the beauty and wonder. . . destroyed. Just as brother and sister had advised us."

Onyx took the time to regain feeling to his body before asking, "They used to spend time with you four?"

"All the time. They would tell us about the world, show us pictures of the world, bring us relics of the world," the joy disappeared from her face, "And warned us that we could never experience it. And they were right. Our short-sightedness brought about the end of the world and we have no way to return things to how they were."

"We have a plan, Darqlon, Grey, Kyllgorr, and I, but you four would have to return to the Void or Hell for the plan to work," Onyx stated.

"I would gladly go!" Drych announced, "I have only been here searching for Grey or Darqlon or any Divine. I can not find Wyohtā. I wanted to apologise. . ."

"Can you take us to Dragostea?"

"Sure. . . but what about Wyohtā?"

"She's a big girl and can handle herself. When we get there, do you think you can get your siblings and go to Hell?"

"Yes!" she happily nodded, "But I don't know where Dehs disappeared to."

"That's fine," Onyx assured her, "As long as you three are not here, the plan should work."

"I understand," Drych replied crestfallen.

Onyx placed a hand on one of her big toes, "Thank you. Every living thing thanks you and your siblings for your sacrifice you make for us, even if the rest of the world doesn't know it."

Drych smiled and scooped up the three of them in her hand, "To Dragostea!"