The Lost Worlds

Prologue: Worlds that Cross.

“Many ponies seem to think that our world is just another in the universe, floating around aimlessly in the cosmos. Even the most magical scholars seem to believe this. But, I can say without a doubt that our world was the first world willed into existence by the gods, the Prime World. Our world helped spawn all the others and their gods… and spawned our threats.”

-Translated from: The Journals of Star Swirl the Bearded, Vol. 9.

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He felt calm, collected and at peace in the void of death. His killer instincts were turned off, his mind was numb. He felt as his he has been in the void since he felt the heir of Isildur’s blade slice through his neck.

He couldn't count the minutes, the days, the weeks, the years. It all felt like a lifetime to this uruk hai in the void.

Suddenly, he felt himself being filled by something. As he began to get filled, his emotions came back to him. His memories, his being, his… name.

He spoke into the void his name.

“Lurtz…Lurtz…”

The void echoed his name, and a blinding white light lit up the darkness in the shape of a star. Lurtz felt himself getting pulled towards the star of light. His emotions kicked in, feeling fear for the first time.

“Do not be afraid,” the void seemed to say, “you are not done yet.”

Lurtz reached out towards the light, and it then flashed and grew unbearably brighter, until he was so blinded by the light that he couldn't see his own hand.

“WAKE UP!” the void said in a booming voice.

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Light flooded Lurtz’s eyes, causing him to wince in annoyance. He got up on all fours and slowly turned his head around to scan the environment he was in.

It was the outskirts of a forest, with a town near him. He then slowly looked down in disgust and bewilderment as he realized that his body structure resembled something familiar in his world of Middle Earth.

He slowly examined his hoof, the hoof itself feeling like it was there the entire time, like it was the hoof that drew back the arrows that slain Boromir.

He spotted a small pond near him and he galloped toward it. He stopped at the water's edge and gazed at the reflective surface to fully grasp his appearance.

He still had the white hand markings, (now white hoof markings) on his face and his scout armor on. His Uruk hai bow was slung over his back, underneath his shield. and his arrows were on his right flank, while his Uruk hai sword was on his left. Lurtz made a rather evil smile when he learned that he came into this world fully armed.

He still had all the key features of a Uruk his. He still had the yellow eyes, the jagged teeth and the dark color of a normal Uruk, but it was all ponyfied. His wild hair was now a wild and shaggy mane.

After he checked himself over, he tried some combat moves in his new form. It felt the same and looked the same to his surprise, and he was glad he can still kick ass and take names.

But then, Lurtz wondered how he came back to life. He knows he was killed by Aragorn, so how was he still alive? How does he still have his left foreleg? How does he still have his head? How did that stab wound through the chest simply vanish?

Lurtz did not know how this all came about, but he was determined to find out, no matter how many ponies he would kill so he can learn the truth.

Lurtz made sure he had everything he needed and walked into the woods to make a shelter, for he was pretty sure that the townsponies would throw a fit if they saw him.

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Trixie sat in the main chamber of a forgotten temple, earnestly translating the huge scratches on the stone wall into something she could understand.

This forgotten temple is her home, ever since she lost that duel to Twilight Sparkle.

Trixie was now a shadow of herself. She has abandoned the “Great and Powerful” moniker for the “Great and Humble” to show that she was no longer great as she thought she was.

She lived like a hermit, only going into Ponyville to shop for supplies. If she ran into anypony, she would put up the snobby personality so they would leave her alone.

Eventually she wandered towards the borders of the Crystal Empire and found this Forgotten Temple. She broke in, and now it is her home, a place all to herself.

The forgotten temple itself was dedicated to a dragon-god named Alduin, lord of destruction.

Ever since she found the temple, she studied the folklore of this dragon-god, only seeing his name appear twice in the entire temple. Once on a word wall and in the small spell tome library.

When she found the library of spell tomes in a small room, she found herself practicing this new form of spells and magic of another world. She could cast lightning bolts that drained magic power from her enemies, conjure an ethereal sword, and even raise the dead to serve her. Maybe… she could even defeat Twilight with her new knowledge of the power of Tamrielic spells.

Even with all the spells she had to master, the Dovahzul language provided another feat she couldn't resist to accomplish. Translating it would allow her to delve deep into the power of dragons and allow her to even communicate with Alduin himself, something Trixie was bent on doing so she could learn about another magic power that only dragons of Alduin’s world can do.

Trixie wiped her brow and closed her Dovahzul translation journal. She then sat and stared at the word wall, scanning the scratches of the claws of dragons.

Trixie got up and trotted out of the main sanctum, through the Hall of Stories, and to the entrance. She took a sharp right turn and opened the old, aged door to reveal her room.

Her room itself was small, matching the size of three janitor closets. Her sleeping bag was on the stone floor, with a pile of straw underneath so the cold stone floor didn't make her lose sleep. Her food supply was next to the sleeping bag and her saddle bags next to that as well.

She collapsed on her sleeping bag and grabbed an apple that she stole from Applejack's family acres with her hoof and began to munch on it as she put the pieces together in her mind the steps to summon Alduin.

She knew that there was a secret chamber under the word wall, but to get there she had to learn the Dragon language. She then had to mix purified Frost, Fire, and Void Salts then cut herself with a dragon priest knife and squeeze three drops of blood onto the center of a drawn symbol on the floor. Then recite a sentence in Dovahzul to initiate the spell.

She already had the salts, and almost got killed by the entities that provided the salts, and knew that the knife was buried with a dragon priest in the secret chamber. A foe she could not defeat alone, she would need help on that one.

That left her with the language.

Trixie finished her apple and retired for the night, thinking herself to sleep.

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The Pegasi ponies never forgotten the Cloudsdale battle during the War of the Serpents.

It was a major blow to Pegasi pride. Throughout history, the Pegasi were the unrivalled champions of war. They were the troops that made the up Equestrian army's heart and soul. They were the ones raring to fight and the best trained soldiers.

But all it took for them to get their boastful teeth kicked down their throat was when a bunch of Serponies and their god showed up and destroyed Cloudsdale, nearly burning it to the ground and killing almost all of its soldiers.

It has since been rebuilt, but to this day, all Pegasi hold a year-old grudge against the Serponies.

One Pegasus was standing on a cloud that overlooked part of the rebuilt Cloudsdale, his ragged, silver-colored mane flowing in the wind. This Pegasus stallion also had a light-gray coat, a silver tail, an aquamarine eye and a milky-white eye that was blinded by an explosion during the Battle of Cloudsdale. He had a cutie mark that showed a breeze of wind blowing behind a Gorgon’s head

Aether Aegis was the Pegasus’s name.

Aether Aegis was a soldier by birth and lineage, a direct descendant of Commander Hurricane. He enlisted in the Equestrian army as soon as he turned of age, ready to fight for his kingdom and die for it.

But when Quetzalcoatl smashed the city to splinters, Aether Aegis was dragged away by his superior officer before the officer himself was gutted by a machuital the size of himself. In fact, he could still recall the feeling of intestines splattering all over his face as the Serpony warrior shredded his officer's body.

After that fateful day, Aether has dedicated himself to reviving his ancestor’s hoplite army, hoping to create a standing army for all Pegasi.

Aether didn't know it, but he was about to embroiled in a war that the Equestrian continent has never seen before, and he will get his chance to redeem his people.

Aether looked towards the horizon as sunset began.

“Soon… very soon,” He whispered to himself.