Rags To Riches

Human Empire

The sound of foot steps thunder towards a large wooden door. It is a courier his satchel old and worn but bore a symbol of an eclipse, this symbol long forgotten by the world. The courier busts through the wooden door into a throne room. This throne room holds no ponies but humans. They all watch as the courier approaches the throne his head already down out of fear or respect it is not certain. The rough voice of the courier rolls over the silence of the room.

"Your majesty it seems project Apollo and the recovery of the swords of eclipse have run into problems."

The human which the throne belongs to stands staring out the window at a large spear of light far out in the distance, "Tell me something I couldn't figure out by looking out my window. He's still so young and is cursed but can still manage this amount of magic control."

"Our sources say that Celestia knows of him but doesn't know what he is yet." A wicked smile curls across the mans face, "War is upon us messenger go to my brother and tell him I have a job for him involving the lost piece of the puzzle. The courier ran from the room as the large human remained at the window talking to himself.

"The Eclipse is almost upon us and there's nothing the sun or moon can do about it." The sword on his side moved as if alive reacting to his words.