I Think They Were Humans

by punxundead

Rating: mature
Tags: Thriller, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Horror, Tragedy, Twilight Sparkle, Dark
Length: 1359

Somethings are never meant to be uncovered or must lie buried...

Knowledge, though a gift that is most valuable, can quickly turn to a double edged sword. Times we may find ourselves left with a choice to either cease going any further or walking further into the fog of everchanging knowledge when scrolling through the finer details of the surface. Times, we may spark a desire to see the underbelly of the beast before us whether we are aware of if it's bite or not. Now ask yourself this... are there things of which any and all not ready to know? Or moreover... are there things of which none were to discover for the sake of all existence?

Published 2017-11-01 05:00:07 UTC
Last updated 2017-11-01 05:00:07 UTC

Twilight's End

I think they were humans and if not now they once were.

To whom ever is reading this I can humbly say that I have made the stupidest mistake of my life and possibly brought something to our world that could potentially be the death of us all. A simple apology will never be enough for not using better judgement over inquisition and curiosity, but I am sorely sorry for everything...

Perhaps it doesn't matter now but I should probably mention that I am Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Friendship and once a heroine to Equestria.

I can hear them scratching, screeching and howling outside the door of this very room. So, it's only a matter of time until I face the inevitable. Forgive me if i sound vague or this letter is rushed but now is not the time for grand narrations or in depth descriptions. This is my story.

Many rooms, passages and tunnels mesh about the old castle of The Sisters. Deeper into it's darkness are secrets meant to be secrets. I was amazed at those of which i'd discovered during previous visits but, this one fills me with greater regret. I'd managed to delve well into the darkest parts of it's ancient tunnels woven with cobwebs perhaps from the days of Discord's reign as I heard whispers the ruins were built upon some sort of burial ground. I quickly dismissed the idea as there were no ponies or even dragons in Equestria for eons... or so I'd thought.

I admit, upon reaching a heavy, black, and dry rotted wooden door down a musty hallway a voice in the back of mind urged me to go no further and turn back. I had to know and wouldn't dissuade myself from prying into the darkness as the hinges ground hard as I'd pressed on. Curse me for being so driven by knowledge that I coudn't see the what awaits those who dedicate their lives to knowledge with it's ever changing and even corrupting nature when indulged. Farther down the jagged tunnels I could swear I heard whispering and moans I'd merely chalked up to a draft and noises from above me.

It felt like hours as I'd crept down to a large and empty room that smelled absolutely repugnant but that's an understatment. The first thing that had caught my eyes were enormous boxes made of stone, possibly rough and unrefined granite. Each one with deep markings that looked like inscriptions in the dim light of my horn. They were scratch-like but with definate shape and in a linear sequence while bearing what felt like a great power. These had to be Runes.

Celestia had spoken to me about them towards the end of my studies but never quite elaborated on them. Thus, i'd thought perhaps i could impress her upon deciphering their meanings and possibly discovering their origins as well. It now occurred to me she once mentioned one should NEVER play with or blindly read ancient symbols of any kind, especially their true names. The babblings of those decaying monsters. It must be their language despite their rasping and graveled tones.

I'd made rubbings of the symbols and then stuffed them into my saddle bag before finding what looked like a sort of tome. It was bound in what looked like cracked leather fused to rotting wood strung together with a dry and coarse looking chord of somekind. I now realize besides mildewed wood it was rotting hide and guts that made up the tome. I was all too eager to take it and upon leaving couldn't help but feel something was following me. It felt dark, ominous and heavy. Such a prescence unlike any kind of malevolence I and my friends had ever encoutered if it were of this world at all.

I don't have too much time and my door won't hold them off for long

I felt a bit of relief upon making my way to the heavy black door. I don't know what possessed me but, I felt I needed to close the door ever so quietly, but alot of good that did. All the way to the main entrance I'd noticed it was far too quiet that not even a breeze wisped through the crumbling walls of the ancient stone construct.

it was barely night and I told myself it was best to leave now.

Looking back before taking off into the still air, something urged me to return the book. I just wouldn't pass up an opportunity to rewrite history and perhaps gain some high praises for my discovery. Who was to say that even Princess Celestia was aware of my findings? Moreover, I'd had to map my route just to even get there. Eitherway, it was starting to get late and I wanted to get work as soon as possible.

Immediately I'd made way to the library finding what I could of ancient texts and even oral traditions of Equestria intending to burn some midnight oil. Hours were spent scrolling over the tome while peering over old myth and legend until I found something that hinted of an infamous figure. It didn't mention what it was but that it or he was called Bluthammer. The runes of the cover seemed to resemble the name a bit yet as for the rest I was uncertain for the moment.

There was power in that name... dark power. It chilled me just to say it and I recall thinking an inscription on the cover embered and smoked for a second. I did a double take only to see nothing but what once was. I'd scanned through many reference materials from old encyclopedias down to tomes and scrolls. Congested with dust, I was able to pick out more bits and pieces of what came to be the Bluthammersaga or the very tome that I had found.

Bluthammer was said to be a warrior unequal in strength and with absolutely no fear of death nor remorse for those he'd killed. Same to his shield-kin whom he'd controlled with his small though blood thirsty hammer, his very namesake. His band started as a mere, raucous crew of theives that killed for plunder and would eventually stumble upon what they would discover to be a temple dedicated to an entity. According to few accounts the entity was known as Sanguii Avaricia to whom it was believed Bluthammer offered a sacrifice, all his shield-kin, for what he'd wanted more than riches or indulgences... absolute and unquestioned power.

He was made a killer of kings and an army by himself. Even in his old age he'd continued his acts of atrocity but as his offerings became fewer to Sanguii Avaricia so too did his strength and power. He would be overthrown by many, killed, and sealed under a curse along with any loyal to him. Those of whom were depraved and atrocious characters themselves.

A little before midnight I caught myself reading over the rubbings I'd found after gaining a small understanding of the runes within the tome. Immediately I discovered I was reading the seals that held Bluthammer and the others as I watched them all burn to ash before my eyes. I was horrorstruck as my blood had frozen minutes before hearing ghastly cries in the night air like a vicious horde but for a single moment before they silently made their way here to chase me into what will be my tomb.

The steel of Bluthammer's bludgeon is now splintering my door with his cohorts banging their weapons together and screaming. I know now I had awakened draugrs, restless corpses of warriors bent on vengeance and murder.

I can smell rotting flesh and see his bloodshot eyes through the holes of the door.

Their roars are deafening and screeches piercing.

In these mere seconds I have again I apologize from the depths of my being for what I'd brought on this world.

To my friends, family, and loved ones I let my ambitions get the better of me and now see just how one can bring misfortune to all when not considering