The king of equestria

by Moonlight dawn

Rating: everyone
Tags: Human
Length: 359

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2016-08-11 03:45:26 UTC

Prologue

In the land of Equestria, all was peaceful on this night. All non-nocturnal creatures slept with their dream-walking Queen standing guard over their dreams and nightmares. As of late, there were no great looming threats to the nation of ponies only the occasional localized potentials for disaster that they all dealt with from time to time.

Truly all was peaceful.

Until they 'felt' it.

It started as a change in the wind, a sense of magic gathering, hoarding itself into a single point in the far distance. Most of the more magically inclined races stirred restlessly in their sleep or awoke in a dazed confusion their eyes instinctively drawn towards that one point in the world.

Then like a mighty explosion it hit them. A mighty roaring and a terrible screaming, A screaming that traveled without sound, echoing in the very soul and the mind. It was as if magic itself had been stabbed. It was terrifying to think of a pain so deep to perceive its very existence. Fillies and colts of all species wailed into the night, stallions and mares shuddered with their ears pressed back.

But for all those that felt it, fewer saw it.

The Alicorns, through the eyes of their minds perceived it. Into the world, some... thing was pulled- no, pulled was too light a term. Something was stitched, something that had been torn asunder in one realm and remade into theirs. What it was they didn't know.

Solaris perceived it as hundreds of painted shields forming the shape of an alicorn roaring to the skies in pain.

Cadenza perceived him being made of the northern lights hunched over with mouth and eyes opened in a silent expression of torture.

And Lunamus? She saw a strange guard colt, wearing green armor that covered every inch of his body, a crown resting upon his head. And at his hooves were five different shadows, laid out in every direction but where Lunamus perceived herself to be.

And in a long forgotten dungeon a crack formed along the pained expression of a statue as if it was trying to grin against its stone prison.