MLP: Light of Azyr

Long ago, in forgotten times, far beyond Equestrias forgotten west was a land once known to all. Rule of this great and powerful land was a being of complete mystery, for none knew who or what she truly was, some legends say that not even she knew what she was.

The ruler of this land was given many titles, but her universal name was the God-Emperor, ruler of the Eternal Empire, Azyr. Legends of this once great Empire are scarce and few know the truth, not the pact of divinity, the Alicorn uprising, the Griffonia wars, the Discrordian war, the great sundering, the Shadow wars, the age of lost, the splintering of the realm, or the wars of succession of that followed the entombment of the emperor.

Among Legends lye great truths.

Upon the dirt and mud within the Horgan forest lies an ancient temple city, guarded by a race who sworn loyalty until death centuries ago when the Emperor fell silent. Many tried to take the temple city in holy crusades, but all failed. Upon floating alters, a series of elders with the oldest being nearly 8,000 years began to stir and open its eyes. Bellow the elder a reptilian being looked up in awe at what has transpired, but before the small creature could say anything the elder spoke “Ready the legions. Prepare the ancient war gear. For the seraphon shall soon march to war. The Emperors awakening draws near, and she will need us to reclaim HER dominan.”

Once the elder spoke, he fell silent again, but soon the alters in which the 13 priest rest upon soon began to glow and upon hearing the message, the reptilian ran out of the chamber toward the massive horn that lay on a outstretched platform that views the temple city. The creature then went upon the relatively large horn, and blew into it, but the horn was merely one part, across the city the sounds of horns began to blow ever louder from seemingly nowhere. Across the ancient city, the denizens whom protect it, along with pilgrims who braved the ravines forest, and were deemed pure enough to enter by the oracles looked upon the largest building in the city; the reptilian guardians roared in pleasure that their great charge has been full-filled, and that there true purpose can be realized; the pilgrims whom still follow what their kin call the old religion, bowed down and wept.

Beyond the temple city’s walls, cloaked shadows begin to move toward their respective kingdoms, Empire, and republics, for the day many have feared and hoped for has come.

The 6th age of wisdom shall now end. The beginning of the 7th age of fury, shall begin.

Within the city of Canterlot, Capital of the great kingdom of Equestria, Princess Celestia, Sole ruler of the kingdom is currently listening to bickering nobles.

“-and I say that while the money can help in the construction of new roads, the funds could instead help in the advancement of our trade fleet. After the failure to cross the Solar sea we have been lacking in building a proper air fleet.”

“So you would have us create a bunch of floating containers. I say those ships could be put to better use, such as the military.” Snarked a noble with a grin.

Before they could argue more Celestia silenced them, “Enough! I wil—“ suddenly, the massive doors to the thrown room burst open, a guard came in holding a scroll.

“Your majesty! Word from the west!” Said the unicorn gaurd, as he floated the scroll to Celestia. As she takes the scroll in her hands and began to read, her eyes widened in shock, and a gasp left her, causing many to look her way.

“Your majesty?” “Princess” “what’s happened” asked multiple nobles before she raised a hand to silence them.

“How long ago was this taken?” Celestia said to the guard. “At least 8 to 9 months ago your majesty, and we have been getting word of conflict beginning to stir among the nations in the western lands not long after.” Celestial nodded her head, and motion for the guard to leave.

“Noble Gilded plate.” The princess asked. “Yes your majesty?” Said Plate, as he nervously approached his princess. “How long will it take to arm the air ships for military use” Celestia said. This caused many to speak up for never before did Celestia make decisions such as this in nearly the last 4 centuries. “I’d say with the current budget of the kingdom, around 12 years at least. We still have much to learn about air ships and even more if we wish to make our own, not what was left over from the pirate parrot enclaves along the southern coasts.

“You will have a blank check along with anything you may desire.” Said Celestia as she got up from her throne. “Court is adjourned for today” she said as many Nobles roared in protest as they were led out.

Sighing, Celestia walked to her room and once she entered, made her way to the balcony were she began to gaze out into the distance. As she was thinking, she looked down toward the palace garden and saw the young unicorn of twilight sparkle, and her newly hatched dragon cub siting in a small shaded area with a mountain of books with them.

Celestia giggled at the site, but soon her head pointed upward towards the moon. The day was coming, that her sister would be released, and she feared that not long after that an even greater power will soon come to equestrian lands. For now she will have to build her military up slowly, and secretly, for Equestria has always been seen as a peaceful nation, but for what is soon to come, she will need to have every military advantage. For soon, an ancient price must paid, one that was signed by he Grandmother nearly 10,000 years ago, when the Alicorns rose up to become the beings they were are today.

Meanwhile, down below in the garden of the royal palace of Canterlot, a little unicorn girl is sitting next to a tree with her little baby dragon right beside her. she is currently reading an old book about ancient legends, but as she flips through the pages she focuses on those such as Nightmare Moon, Discord, and Starswirl, but ignored one legend as nothing more than a story her grandmother spoke of when she visited her, along with her grans strange church, one of the few across Equestria were pony’s don’t worship the Alicorns, but other deities.

The legend she over looks, as well as the deity her Gran worshipped, spoke of the origin of all that now exists, and how the modern day was forged though the fires of war.

In the estate of the Noble House of Armor, the former head of the house hold Is Kneeling down to an alter in a secret room of the house, only known to but a few. Upon the alter lays a statue of a female warrior residing upon a throne. The woman, who is speaking a long dead dialect, is praying to the statue ‘“...long may she guide the soul, and mind. For she will bring deliverance to all who walk the path. May she grant my family good fortune, for any who follow shall be blessed. May sh-“ before she could finish a knock on the door alerted her that dinner must be ready, but looking toward the clock in the room, it seems to be early?

“My lady, a message has arrived from the church. A message regarding the ‘Eternal one,” this stunned the woman to no end, only a select hand full of people know that phrase, and many are dying of old age. “ENTER” she says to her steward. The stallion walks in, and hands her the note. Upon taking it she sees the seal of the church, and begins to read, barely half we through she looks back to her acolyte, “this, is what’s stated hear true?!” The stallion nods and with a smile says “yes my lady, the horns were blown nearly a year ago, and many reports state that the western heretics are currently waging war on the Eternal city, but the Emperor has not awaken yet.”

Valkyrie Armor grandmother to Shining Armor, and Twilight Sparkle, moves with her servant out of the room and moved to the window of her room, and gazed out toward the royal palace. The look of disgust on her muzzle soon turns to an evil smirk, “send word to all the faithful across the city, and the rest of Equestria, we sail west.” The servant looks to the Archbishop of the Equestrian branch of the church of cosmic with a smile as he bows, “At once my lady, I’ll begin immediately, but what of your family?”

Valkyrie looked to her children who are talking in the garden, sadness fills her, but her faith outweighs her allegiance to family. “Tell them that I went on trip to the south east, then arrange a fabrication that our party was lost in a terrible sand storm. They would not accept the real reason” she said, as she begins to leave out the door while her servant merely bows, and carries out her orders.

Not long after this, nearly 200 servants to the faith left the city for one reason or another, fabricating lies, deals, deaths, or anything to explain their disappearance to those of their individual family’s. On their truck to the city of Manehattan, members of the church set their temples ablaze, or ordered them to be reduced to ruble, and not long afterword's, nearly 1,367 ponies arrived at the docks for transport west. When the each of the 27 ships were ready, they prepared to set sail in the dead of night.

“Lady Armor, We will not be going” said one of the pony's who manages the entirety of the Manehattan docks. Armor looks to her Friend with shock “you would deny the call?!” She says with tad of venom in her voice. “It’s the only way that myself, and the few of us that work these docks must make to insure no one knows this voyage happened. The princess will come looking for us, and their must never be a trail to follow, so we few will make sure that one is never found.” Said Galley Heart, bowing. “Fair winds my lady, may the Emperor protect you” he said as he and 10 others backed away. “Fair winds brothers, and sisters, know that your sacrifice will not be forgotten” said Valkyrie, as she bordered the vessel. When the ships began to sail off, many of the average believer waved off their brothers and sisters left behind, thanking them, and telling them they will always remember, and in doing so, the 10 ponies put there hand to their chest and bowed to the ships leaving in the night of the full moon.
When the last of the ships disappeared into the moon lit fog, all 10 said a single phrase, “imperious Invictus.”

Once it was all over, and the pony’s said their prayers, one of the managers of the Manehattan docks walked up to Emerald Crane, head of the Manehattan docks. “Sir, will we ever see them again?” Emerald thought about what his Friend Galley said and walked up to him were he put a hand on his shoulder, “one day, yes. But until then we must wait; gather support, for when they do come back to us it will be as liberators.” He said as he motioned for the others to follow. “Come, lets go to bar a drink to their safety and the great age yet to come. ON ME!” He said triumphant to the rest. In a yell of excitement all the other followers yelled in excitement, as they gleefully went to the bar to drink.