The Leftovers of War

by RedtheDestroyer

Rating: mature
Tags: Science Fiction, Horror, Griffons, Human, Anthro, Gore, Dark, Alternate Universe, Other, Original Character
Length: 1351

The end of one world can be a beginning to a completely different new one.

Side Story to Welcome to Equestria.

Kind of like a short story.

The end of an ancient battle still haunts my dreams. No matter what I do I can't get the blood curdling screams of innocents out of my mind. Nor could I forget the monster that slained them single handedly. I'm just a survivor of a massacre to a dying universe.

Published 2017-11-26 05:10:06 UTC
Last updated 2017-11-26 05:10:06 UTC

A World Gone to Hell

Hell on earth had begun. I could heard people screaming all around me. Cites burn in ruins and fire. The streets themselves were in total havoc. Children cried out for their mommy's to comfort them in their time of need. I readied my obsiden battle axe with a new hope in winning. Sadly, that didn't seem to be enough.

The thing was hungry. And its main course was the poor souls down below on this planet.

The thing roared as it gripped the world around its disgustingly black claws. Yet, the occasional explosions of dark energy made its attempts in absorbing near impossible.

The thing sees the tiny human flying toward it effortlessly swatting it back down to earth. However, I jump in the air using my unbelievable strength to give it a huge slash across its belly. It bellowed in pain and rage. My eyes widen in realization before I could speak, however the unexpected happened.

The earth....exploded. The creation itself shook under the thing's might. A familiar feminine scream got my attention as it quickly died off. And just like that, it was like the creation itself could not take itself anymore as it exploded like a giant galactic nova...

-:-

Wind.... Grass... Those were the first things that I sensed first before my sight returned to me. The incoming flood of emotions came through me as a realized something. My universe....was gone. My home, birthplace, and loved ones are all nonexistent.

I should be breaking down and crying my eyes out, but all that came to me was me feeling.... nothing, but emptiness and regret. I should be nonexistent as well too, but somehow....I survived.

Was this a punishment from God or any other Gods out there? If that was true I must have did something wrong. I should have at least a honorable death.

I slowly get up and examined my surroundings closely. I viewed my hands only to see two bright red hands in front of my field of vison. My confusion seemed a bit evidenent as I approached a nearby still water area to look in my reflection. What I saw is a red bipedal horse with dark red eyes with stone cold gaze it possessed, almost like they were somehow mechanical.

I then noticed to my right my leather red cowboy hat laid beside me unbothered by the weather it was in. I picked it up and wore it proudly on my head before taking some more time in looking at my new appearance. I was lucky enough to at least keep my original clothes still on my back.

With that, I raised my hand in the air. Nothing came for a while, but eventually the obsiden battle axe came to my call into my hands again. Sheathing the weapon, I headed randomly in a direction only to find out shortly after that I was on a mountain.

It took me a while to scale down the mountain I was on, but overall made it without little trouble. The hard part was knowing what to do. I had no where else to go. My life ended as soon as my friends and homeland were stripped from my grasp.....

I then remembered the thing that caused it all. I felt my anger raising inside me. If I ever find it again I'll make sure it never exist either. My thoughts were interrupted however when. I noticed I wasn't alone.

Yes, another sentient creature only she looked different for anything I've ever seen before. This was more like a walking griffin then anything else. She had great color coordinations of browns with ruby eyes and looked unamuzed at me even a look of disgust on her face.

"I didn't expect a pony to be way up here in the mountains. How did you get up here?" She asked.

I didn't know how to answer her though."I just appeared here." I said in my semi-deep, neutral southern accent.

"Ponies are not welcomed in Griffin Territory. You will turn back or you will die."

I ignored her threat and walked up to her. She seemed to get nervous the more I seemed unfazed by her threat. "If you think you can take me then by all means try. I do always like a good fight. Just don't bore me." I said.

For her to be shocked was an understatement. Usually, ponies are naive when it comes to war and bloodshed. All it took was a small threat to send them back to Equestria. But this pony.....was different.

"Wait, I don't mean to start a fight. I-I just thought that-"

"I don't have time to chat." I said as I sheath my battle axe.

The griffin seemed offended that I did that. Thankfully, I had excellent reflexes as I caught her wrist that held a tiny knife in hand. I then skillfully flip her over and disarm her only to have her at knife point.

"Didn't anyone teach you not to mess with a veteran?" I asked throwing the knife over the mountain edge before I started walking away.

The griffin just laid on the ground for a moment not really sure what just happened.

-:-

The mountain range seems to go on forever. I must be really high up the mountain then, but I strangely don't feel the difference in air pressure or oxygen levels. In any case, I scaled down the mountain to find a village of those walking griffins.

And to say that they have a shitty place was an understatement in itself. It looked even worse than the medieval houses I have seen. The walking griffins seemed to also hate themselves, but they collectively hated me more probably because of my 'pony' appearance.

Not long after, a group of griffins walked up to me as one of them stepped up in front of me. He looked like he has been on the rough side of the streets with bulky muscles and a scar across his left eye, but the most noticable feature he had was this arrogance that radiated off him. "You are a pony. You shouldn't be around in these parts of the mountains." he said.

"I just came for a passing visit." I said evenly about ready to continue onward until the group of griffins stop me.

"That's good in all, but I have a different way for you to leave." the leader griffin said in a dark tone.

I almost knew exactly what he was talking about until he spoke again saying. "I'll send you in a body bag to your sun slut of a princess so that she would get the message that no one needs pony friendship!"

I just stared at him in confusion, but I went with it as he started delivering blows into my chest. I took them, but not once was blown back by the punches. This seem to terrify the group of griffins as the leader stopped to catch his breath from his attempts. I raised an eyebrow. "Is that all you got, chicken wings?" I said.

I then reared back a punch in lightning speeds before knocking him so hard he makes a bullet line into the nearest house to him. I then looked at the rest of the group as they now started to regret messing with me. With little hesitation, I pummeled the rest of the griffins into semi bloody unconscious bodies before moving on along my path again. The civilian griffins however in the village seemed to be terrified of my strength as they stayed as far away from me as possible which is fine. Even back in my home universe I was known to be ruthless and unwavering on the battlefield.

After a while of walking I noticed a four way sign in the middle of four different dirt trails. It said:

Griffinstone- East

Saddle Arabia- North

Ponyvile- West

Badlands- South

I thought about where to go and came to the conclusion that I should just pick a random direction. Alright then, Ponyvile it is.