Book 1: Foundation of Equestria

Ōsawagi hissed, her ears back when her daughter refused to listen to her. Shinshitsu never listened to her and was becoming harder and harder to handle. She was so desperate to fix what was wrong that she was willing for her to see Gekidō. She hated him, and he hated her, they normally only met during the breeding season but now she was forced to bring her cub to him. Shinshitsu wasn’t a titan tail like her or her father, she was just another female Draconequus, but with the blood of both Ōsawagi and Gekidō in her veins.

Shinshitsu was a prematurely adult Draconequus, becoming adult ten thousand years earlier than she should’ve, Ōsawagi long suspecting that being why her daughter has become so different. She had two griffin wings tucked in against her long yet muscular and lean body. She had two dark purple horns from the top of her head; next to them were curved cat ears that twitched to the sound of people. Shinshitsu’s eyes were violet with yellow sclera and had pale darkish spots around her eyes. Her tail was long and scaled with beautiful pale lavender with rounded spikes going along the spine and ending in long fur. The rest of her body was covered in fur, other than her scales and feathered wings, and her tuff of hair that nearly covered her left eye. And she had dark circular patches around her eyes.

Shinshitsu had always felt different, never a day in her life did she feel right. Ever since she hatched she had been seen as odd. She had heard from her mother that she was going to meet her father for the first time in a very long time, so long she only remembered his eyes and a pink bow, nothing else. She had been hiding her excitement when it came to meeting him. She and her mother avoided male Draconeqi because of their magic, even though they were immune to said magic. Males were better in every way, except one, and that was violence. A female was able to rip a throat out without much care, even didn’t mind eating her kind. But for some reason Shinshitsu didn’t want to do that.

She ruffled her wings as her mother was flying above her, preferring to be in the skies than walk on the ground. Shinshitsu preferred the ground, it was a lot more comfortable for her than being in the skies. And she had another reason. During a raid, she’d rescued an egg from her mother’s evil intentions, keeping it hidden from her within her fur. She wasn’t sure how, but she could hide things in her fur?

“Hurry up already!” Her mother spat, her cruelness to any other species wouldn’t have been tolerated, but she was the idol for her gender. Why? Why was she so different? Why was she unlike the rest of her kind? She was pure white, she had a dragon like tail while not a titan tail, her limbs all matched that of a stripeless tiger, her horns were unique to her. Nobody was like her, personality wise she was different too. She was passive, she didn’t like the idea of cannibalism, she was so… unfemale… “You’re taking too long, flap those wings already!” She didn’t want to, and wouldn’t. She didn’t appreciate being talked down to. Yes, she was premature, but Shinshitsu was still an adult, and should be treated as such!

La Sombra Del Sol landed in Abyssinia, his wings folding tight against his armour. Slowly he walked through the streets, looking on at the state of the land. Indeed, it was in turmoil. Those liars had lied about everything except the state their home was in. They needed help, and Medianoche wasn’t one to deny a cry like this. It was a bit annoying that his little brother was as kind as he was, but the other countries loved him for it. It was difficult. He’d heard many discuss how Sol, Media and Ski were related. Apparently, those were the public nicknames for them. Sol was the ‘perfect’ leader but didn’t want the throne, Media was overly forgiving and kind with the temper of a tempest and Skiadrum was just Skiadrum. Though lately it was nice to hear his older brother not be spoken like he was an object since the defeat of that gorgon.

Everywhere talked about the three sons of The Mountain King, a stallion that if you hadn’t heard of him then you would’ve been living under a rock. Everybody knew his name, Noche De Neón the Mountain King with his scythe Bergentrückung. Every nation gave one of their strongest materials to Germareny where it was forged, thus had a name in Germaren. He should visit there as well.

The Abyssitires in the streets looked up to the stallion, everycat noticing him immediately. It was extremely rare for outsiders to come to their land, and yet here was a royal from Shadowlogia. The Admiral of the Umbrum Military no less. Two guards landed behind him, both pegasi from what they could see, both in very thick armour that obscured their faces. The only way to tell them apart was that one had a white mane and the other had a feminine figure. It was as strange was seeing the Admiral of Insecdia coming to their poverty-stricken lands.

Sol continued walking, watching the kits who hid with their mothers and sires. He spread his wings out, the two guards behind him nodding as they did the same. He could smell something wrong, something the felines were nose blind to. He beat his large wings against the ground, dirt flying into the air. The few that stayed to watch then ran away while the Umbrum watched for what was causing the scent. They spotted it, Sol’s feminine guard walking up to his side. Scowling under her armour.

“Canlaelax,” Llueve El Sol identified, her wings slamming against the ground again in irritation “Any idea how a poison from Machu Alpacchu is here?” Llueve was a good soldier, one of his right hoofed lieutenants. He trusted his life with her, which was why she was beside him right now. Llueve also had Sol in her name like him, so that was a little funny. Canlaelax was also known as the Nether Frightgeist.Hair loss, weight loss, altered mental status, breathing difficulty, moving difficulty, vomiting and sometimes the victims act feral. It’d been planted here, but by who?

“I have two in mind.” Piedra Rodante sounded disgusted, as much as Llueve and Sol felt. He shook his head, his horn glowing as he prepared to quarantine the area. Wherever the poison plague was, the spell would form a barrier around it. Unfortunately, the entire country was now under a dome “Sure hope we aren’t going to get sick, I’ve got a pregnant wife at home. If I miss my cubs birth i’ll never hear the end of it.”

“My father has had enough scare with the harm of two sons, he needn’t fear the harm of another.” The three lifted themselves off of the ground and flew to the Palace of Columbus, the Abyssitire who claimed this country after their original had been destroyed by Ponypeii. These cats were extremely unlikely souls. Thin barriers appeared around the three, made to protect them from being poisoned as well “I want you two to be watchful, it is highly likely that we are not the only ones who are investigating Abyssinia.”

Gekidō took in a deep breath and let it out. He hadn’t seen his daughter in a very, very, very long time and was slightly on nerve. Sakura was on his way as well, so there was that. Apparently the Doragon No Uma had updated the armour they used, so that was nice to know. A green puff of smoke appeared before him, then a letter dropped at his bear like paws. He raised a brow, lifting it with his magic and unfurling it, giving it a good read.

Emperor Gekidō (I don’t care that you call yourself king)

I want to discuss some information with you about recent discoveries. Your Draconeqi have been affecting the rampaging chaos energy, but not enough to stop the storms. We need aid. One of your guards, Fuwa, has come up with a plan that I’ve been going over thanks to Konran that might just work. We’re running out of options, so we’ll take what we can get.

I’m pretty sure that you’re aware of that plan, but encase you don’t, i’ll just make a fool of myself because you probably do. He suggested since the fillies are the daughters of Cosmo, that they could work together to create balance or whatever people call it these days. As with ponies and their ass marks correlate with their names, he believes they have something to do with the sun and moon. They should at least make a supporting beam, if it works.

My cubs are going to be the death of me. Medianoche nearly died by flying in a chaotic lightning storm then nearly poisoned to death, my daughter apparently had complications in childbirth so that happened, Sol has gone to Abyssinia which is heavy with a killing plague and my eldest is well, himself. I have a granddaughter, but she can’t take the throne. Armadura says that they’re trying, but I’m getting irritated. Seeing my cubs tempt Cadaver so often I think I’m going to have to retake the throne before they’re either pissing off Tophet or pissing off Falrasil!

My youngest son has recovered, but he has developed a slight phobia of lightning after nearly dying to it. My only fear is that I can’t get a grandchild out of him now, that or Armadura isn’t fertile, either way I need a grandkid. It was hard enough for him as it was, don’t need his swimmers cooked do i? Embarrassing my son red out of the way, I need to talk to you about something that your very ‘energetic’ guard is concerned over. Something that’s worrying me.

Kanashimi has warned me about his severe emotional detachment and that there’s a high chance he may be harming himself. After what happened to your brother Sēramu, I’m really worried about him and I need your advice on how to handle the situation. I’m still searching for his hideout to find out what he does when he’s alone, I fear the worst. Crepúsculo is close to opening her eyes that she’s responsible for his predicament, just as I am. I need your help. It’s still a touchy subject, but after the situation with the gorgon, I have this gnawing feeling he’s going to end up killing himself. Either by accident, recklessness or by his own volition.

By Noche De Neón, the Mountain King.

P.S I sent this using a dragon that Celestia ‘acquired’. Instant messaging is best messaging.

Gekidō stopped for e few moments, a frown on his muzzle. He hadn’t thought about Sēramu for a long time, and it brought painful memories. He was similar to Skiadrum, but he didn’t last as long. When Gekidō was still considered a teen, his elder brother committed suicide. It was very heart-breaking, it literally broke his fathers heart which killed him. His mother wasn’t even involved with them, but he had small inklings of hope that she would’ve felt something for her son. He could see why the Umbrum would be very concerned.

The Draconequus levitated a quill over to him along with parchment. He begun writing, his chest a little restricted from old memories. He didn’t try to hold them back, he knew not to. It caused great consequences afterwards. He took some deep breaths, the few guards inside his throne room looking up at him with concern. He waved a tail, letting them know he was alright. Gekidō dipped the quill into the ink and begun writing, also waiting for Ōsawagi to arrive with Shinshitsu.

Dear mountain king

I can understand why you’re worried about your eldest, and i have to be blunt with you. From the very little i’ve seen on him reminds me a lot of Sēramu now that i think about it. He is very likely to be suicidal, i don’t think he’s even aware of it either. From the little my big brother was willing, and able, to tell me was that it was like a deep weight that was slowly crushing him. Not literally thank the gods. He felt an incredible cold as if a wendigo was sleeping beneath his feathers, the only thing that could compromise that cold was self-harm. If your son has self-harmed himself, then i advise he is not to be left alone at all, no matter the circumstance.

He likely feels that he doesn’t belong, so I suggest that you try and connect with him. Skiadrum won’t understand, he’ll be confused by a lot of things and will need a lot of explanations. Your support and ensuring him he’s wanted may keep him from ending himself. Just because you can’t feel anything does not mean you can’t care for others.

I’m very thankful you’re willing to discuss this subject with me. I’m afraid I’m not very knowledgeable on the subject, but I can at least try and help you both. I suggest you and your family come to Drapan for a few days, when your son is well enough of course. Sakura would love to see you again, you two and your chess games. Oh, I just remembered that Konran told me about something called a ‘unicharm’. I would like it if you could bring the object here. I can keep it hidden and safe, as well as try to find who created it. All crafters leave their signature, if not in writing then in design. I do hope you have a good day.

Emperor Gekidō

P.S I am aware I’m an Emperor, but the name King sounds much more approachable.

With a burst of green fire, it was sent away to Noche, and he could relax a little. He let his eyes wonder along his halls, tapestries of monsters and weapons lining the walls. He needed to replace them, update to modern times. It was hard keeping up. Gekidō was very proud of his Draconeqi, they had learnt to accommodate this dimension’s years very well. They actually didn’t age much. They went from egg, to fledgling, to cub, to teen and then to adult. After that they just stopped ageing, much like alicorns. Draconeqi could die of old age, but it wasn’t very common. Once every quintillion years or so. Yep, they were old. To be less confusing for the rest of the world they ‘age’ themselves the same way Doragon no Uma did. Every ten thousand years was four years to them, the Draconeqi just kind of adopted that until they reached their adulthood.

“My King!” He looked down to his guard whom had his helmet on. The helmet worked well, making the guard look like a horse with a long body, long tail, dull brown eyes, dull white fur, dull blue hair and had four horse legs. They all looked the same to everyone who weren’t wearing that armour “the ‘Queen’ and your daughter have arrived.” Perfect timing, highly unusual for the cuntess of his life.

“Oh, my dear husband, it’s so nice to see you!” Faked Ōsawagi, flying around the room with a sick grin on her face. Gekidō was not amused “Stop with the dull face, this ain’t the enterprise, lighten up already!”

“Quiet Ōsawagi, as insufferable as you are I’m pleased you’ve arrived. Where is my daughter?” She rolled her eyes, her tail pointing to the door. A young Draconequus walked in, already an adult for some reason? Likely Ōsawagi’s fault. She was beautiful, thankfully nothing like her mother. Very unique, he could tell already she was different. The guards did too, all of them on edge. He stood up from his branch like throne, showing his size to the two females. A threat to Ōsawagi and a little display to his daughter.

She hadn’t kept her expectations high, but he really was something grand. A true king. Or emperor. Whatever he called himself. King sounded more approachable. She was surprised when he jumped from his… branch? It was from a blossom tree, the branch curved around to the front and looked comfortable. He didn’t have wings though, so it meant he was very important and powerful. She waved, grinning nervously, the guards even more unsettled by how odd she was acting.

“Uh, hi! Shinshitsu here, but you already knew that I’m gonna shut up now…” she was unsure what she was supposed to say to him. Gekidō was deadly sure that she was special, and needed to be away from his crooked wife asap before this uniqueness to be squashed “So, your dad? Or do I call you king?” Gekidō jumped down from his throne, standing before her. She was half his size, which was a little scary. She’d only seen the males that her mom had been eating.

“You may call me what you like my dear. The reason you are here is because you’re special, I can tell just by looking at you my dear.” Ōsawagi scowled, not happy at what was going on. Her daughter wasn’t going to survive in the outdoors like the rest of her gender, she wouldn’t last a week alone. She’d tried leaving her a week and she’d been eaten! Eating that dragon was nice, but Shinshitsu wouldn’t shut up about it. She’d have to leave her cub with him. Well, she could always get another one… she was going to make sure their next egg would be female. Then she’d screw off and not come back until next season. Ōsawagi sighed inwardly, knowing her cub was better here. She flew off, leaving her daughter behind “Follow me my dear,” Gekidō said as he walked down a hallway, the younger Draconequus following as he’d asked “So, tell me of yourself my dear. You can trust me.”

“Alright?” He was odd. Though given the only other Draconequus she knew was her mother, everything was going to be odd too her “Well I’m wrong. I don’t like to do, and I don’t want to do everything my gender naturally does. I feel wrong all of the time, ever since I hatched. I don’t know what to do about it. Are you going to fix me?” He didn’t pause, but he thought. What was there to fix? What was wrong with her being so different? It was an interesting thing to think about.

“No, my dear, I do not believe you need fixing.” Shinshitsu looked around the halls, seeing it being made from a strange marble that smell sweet and sugary. It was a bit scary to get looks from guards that passed them, some glaring, some afraid and others she didn’t know. Her mom was gone, so that hurt “Shinshitsu, I’m going to be blunt with you. In every nation the public are paranoid, extremely so. You’re something we’ve yet to see, so you need to go somewhere safe until the public are used to the idea of a female being, well, not my wife.” She could sort of get that? Mom said the public are filled with sheeple. One gets an idea and the rest follow like sheep to a shepherd “I’m hoping for you to go to Equestria to the Umbrum, I have a small squad of Draconeqi there that could look after you. And your egg.” She paused for a few moments, concerned that she could lose it. It was hers, and she’d fight for it, even if she wasn’t going to do very well… Shinshitsu watched him turn around and was then afraid to defy him. Even with that pink bow.

The palace didn’t look like it was doing very well, the staff likely as sick as the people below it. Sol, Piedra and Llueve all didn’t know what to expect. It was wrong, everything was dying, sick and many other words for bad. Piedra went ahead of his leader, turning and bucking the throne room doors open. Wasn’t really necessary, but he had a gut feeling that something was wrong. Llueve did as well, but she didn’t go around kicking doors open. She did a slow clap with her wings, the male guard snorting at her sarcastic praising. Well done you just defeated a door.

“Can we please keep the palace in one piece?” Sol snapped, walking past Piedra and looked around the large room. Like the rest of the city it was in poor condition. Damn “King Carniva?” he called, getting no answer. This wasn’t good. what was it with kings getting poisoned these days? It was becoming irritatingly disturbing, since it was likely because of the same douche bags “Llueve, Piedra, pick a half of the palace and search it.” They nodded to each other, leaving the Admiral to himself. he walked to the throne, seeing it was in tatters and been scratched to hell.

His nostrils flared as an insect like scent struck him. A changeling had been here, very recently. What was a being from Insecdia doing here? His feathers ruffled, questions filling Sol’s mind. He begun to follow the scent, determined to find answers.