Soaked from head to toe, you wander from the muddy shore and further into the forest. It felt like it was calling to you, to go back out and find shelter.
The sun was now setting, casting shadows at the edges of trees and branches, crawling across the floor. Creatures moving out of the corner of your eyes, as you move through some bushes deeper into the forest.
Your bag was still left in the cave. It was a lost cause to go back there.
You look behind as you leave a trail of soaked footsteps and wet dirt. You where so cold, the water hanging on bring you to a feeling of hypothermia. You needed to find somewhere warm.
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Celestia stared at her desk full of paper work, sometimes regretting the choices that led her down this road. But in the end, it was worth it.
"What do you need Luna?" Celestia asks as Luna opens her door.
"I'm sorry to disturb sister, but there is a report of a strange magical disturbance in the everfree" Luna replies.
"Doesn't the everfree always have a magical disturbance?" Luna replies sarcastically.
"No sister, this is far greater, far stronger"
"What do you mean stronger, stronger than what?"
"A strong impact of something. Its hard to say, like something just appeared and cause a magical shock wave, how did you not feel it sister?" Luna asks.
"I don't know, has anypony else felt this 'magical shock wave' Luna?"
"Not that I know of, or that has been reported"
"You know I trust you with all my heart. What shall you do?" Celestia asked.
"I was thinking of sending a full team to comb the everfree. It being so close to ponyville, whatever it is, can not be allowed to get near the village." Luna responded.
"Thanks for telling me, do with it as you will"
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You had managed to scrap together a couple of sticks and leaves to put together a rather sturdy roof. But it was now pitch black and you did not have enough time to make a floor or bed, so you stick with the dirty ground.
You hold your hands close to your mouth and breathe hot into them to warm yourself up, it was fucking freezing.
You had taken off your shirt and hung it up on a nearby branch. Luckily the weather gods have been nice to enough to not bless you with rain.
Curling up into a ball, you slowly and very uncomfortably drift off into dream land.
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You awake with the sorest kink in your neck. Getting up and doing your morning stretches, you grab your now dry shirt, and continue your trek to the edge of the forest.
Your boring trek then becomes one of mystery as you stumble upon a bridge leading towards some ruins.
The ruins looked like some sort of a castle, but now caved in.
"Holy shit" you mutter to yourself as you walk through the doorway into the messy ruin. In the middle is a contraption of some sort.
You move towards it and once again feel that feeling pulling you towards it.
The contraption has 4 small pillars with a hand outline in the middle. You walk up slowly, holding your hand out. You place your hand on the outline, it fits your hand perfectly.
Your hand then falls into the machine as is trapped.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You yell as you try to rip your arm out.
The sound of cogs inside the machine start turning and make a grinding noise. You feel the machine puncture your skin on your hand and you yell out in pain. Fear takes over and you thrash around and try to rip your hand out, but it is locked in.
"Fuc- aghhhhhhh! Help!" You yell as the machine continues to stab your hand with whatever is inside the machine.
You fall your knees due to the pain.
After what felt like and eternity the machine left out some steam and let go of your arm.
You fall onto your back and look at your arm. Written along your arm is a strange tattoo. It says something in a different language you do not know on the underside of your arm, and has a weird pattern starting at your palm to your elbow.
"What the fuck!" You say.
Your arm is still trembling from the assault on it. You get up and look back at the machine, it is now glowing blue, with patterns same as your arm now being outline on it. The hole opens up once more to only show a red crystal inside. Hesitant to put your hand in there, you use a stick to stick in there to see if it will trigger again, it does not.
You use the other arm to grab it and as soon as you touch it it burns the palm of your right hand.
"Fuck!" You say as you see your tattoo on your left arm glow red like the crystal. Getting an idea you use your tatto arm to grab it and its cool to the touch.
"What in the world?" You mutter as you look over the crystal. The machine, still glowing blue, closes the hole and sits there.
Taking a quick look around the castle, you take your earnings and cash out. Still holding the crystal, you touch it again with your left arm and it is now cool. Your throw it into your pocket and continue your way, once again feeling another pulling sensation towards a certain direction.
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After what felt like hours you hit the edge of the forest, you see one of the most beautiful mountains ever, with a castle on it.
It now dawns upon you that you are definitely not near your home, and a sense of dread comes over you. You set our eyes on the base of the mountain and feel the pulling sensation strengthen, stronger than ever.
You begin your long trek across the fields that cover the land, unaware of the eyes watching you from above.
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"What is that sir?" One of the guards pony asks.
"I have no idea" The officer responds.
"I think this is the source of the magical wave" The officer says.
The machine then suddenly glows a bright blue and makes a high pitched noise, much like a kennel.
"RUN!" Was all the officer was able to say as the machine exploded, and sent all the ponies flying.
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You wade your way through the tall grass in the field towards the mountain. But before you know it, you feel something stab your shoulders and hold on as your feet leave the ground.
"Ahhhh what the fuck!" You yell as you look to your shoulder to see 2 claws stuck into them. You look up to see a massive bird carrying you into the sky.
"Oh fuck this is how they kill then, they carry them high and throw them to the ground" You thought to yourself.
In this case you were wrong as before you know it your are thrown onto a big cloud?
"This is fucking insane!" You scream as you look up to see the attacker. It was not a bird buy a mythological gryphon.
"Oh, you speak equestrian, damn" It says.
"AND YOU CAN TALK" You yell, out of breath.
"Well duh, have you been living under a rock?" It replies.
"No, in a fucking hole!" You retaliate.
"Chill the fuck out" It replies calmly.
"How the fuck am I supposed to 'chill the fuck out' when there is a talking fucking bird in front of me"
"Gryphon, thank you very much!" It says.
"Its not real, its not real" You repeat over and over to yourself.
"It, has a name you know? Its Kallisto!" She replied.
It has now dawned upon you that your still on a cloud. You play around and feel it with your fingers, it warm, yet cold. Soft, yet solid. Its moist, yet dry. It makes no fucking sense.
"Kalli- whatever your name is, please get me the fuck down from here or just kill me already" You reply.
"Sorry, I was hunting and I only kill non sapient things. Kinda why Im by myself" She replies, a little bit of sadness across her face for a second.
"What do you mean, 'why im by myself'" You ask.
"I was with a group of other gryphones, and they killed for sport. Sentient and non sentient. Even murdered ponies if you believe it!" She says.
Wait what, fucking ponies too. This sounds like a fucking bad cartoon.
Author's Note
Kallisto means beautiful in Greek.
If you want to proof read the longer chapters coming, give me a quick message and I will be sure to send you a copy or however that works. Have fun though because I have shit grammar.
Also, there is a reason you (Cyrus) picked up the crystal. It has a bigger role other than just being bad ass Indiana Jones style relic.
Author's Note
First fic so im already huddling in my fallout shelter of mean comments so blast away, you cant do shit to me weebs!
Also mom and dad, im so sorry
Also, also, the beginning (aka chapter right now) is 2nd person, but the rest is first!
Prologue
*SLAM*
"Oh my god, oh my god. Is this really happening, am I really going?" Cyrus thought to himself as his feet carried him at a full blown sprint on his driveway. He had never been one for running, gym, or just going outside at all. He was a computer teen, inside, 150+ game on steam, you know the usual. Cyrus was 15, thought he had everything he would need. He was thoughtful, but stressed easily.
"Fuck, fuck. fuck" Cyrus cursed under his ragged breath as he ran form his house.
"I'm never going back there" He thought. "They don't want me, fine! See if I care"
Cyrus had gotten into a pretty big fight with his dad, resulting in a broken plate, and vase.
"I couldn't have done anything different right? I said everything I wanted. No, he was the one that freaked out first. Yeah! I was just trying to, you know talk over him! Not yell or anything" Cyrus thought. He knew he was in the wrong, he knew he freaked out first, he knew he escalated it, he just didn't want to believe it. Who can really blame him, hes only 15.
Cyrus was now running along the dirt road that was the street he lived on. His family was old fashioned, and not really good with money. Parents would go out to casinos, gamble, and come home drunk. Cyrus, growing up with this, was used to this behavior. It seemed normal to him. It was only until lately that he noticed how his different families worked, how much different he was.
He worked odd jobs against his parents approval, farms, lawns, washing cars. His family wanted him home to do their chores instead of others for money.
Cyrus was honestly preparing for this day, his bag was in his room, filled with food, money, and clothes. He wanted to leave. The same bag on his back is now ripped on one side from his Dad pulling at while trying to leave. Unaware to Cyrus, most of his belongings had fallen out due to that.
Now along the a busy truck road, Cyrus moves down into the forest that surrounds it, not wanting to get it by a driver not paying attention.
The argument started about something with him spending HIS money on computer games, WiFi, and computer parts. It was his money after all, he worked for it. It escalated there to the point of now, along a truckers road, ripped bag, and a hole.
Wait what
"Oh shit-" Was all Cyrus could say as he hit his chin on the front of the hole to only lose consciousness as he fell, deeper into the earth.
