The night was crisp as the fall air blew through the small town of Canterlot, the many inhabitants already tucked away from the frosty air of the Autumn season as they prepared for the new day. Among these many inhabitants though was one restless soul, a soul not seen by the many people who lived there as he did not live among them many house filled streets with them. No, the one who still stirred was hidden away in a garden that had been hidden away from the masses many years ago in hope of protecting them.

The reason for this protection, the reason for hiding the one who still stirred, was because the garden held more than most people would believe on a cursory glance. Ageless in it artistic beauty that had not been ravaged by the prospect of time, there stood statues of figures long thought to be myths and legends for the likes of children to enjoy. Unfortunately, though, these legends were as true as the statues that represented them. For these statues were not simply carvings of stone placed upon a pedestal but rather the monsters themselves who were deemed too great and powerful to either live or die.

Forever trapped in these stone bodies, it was expected to be the perfect way of stopping them but as time showed: this protection was not without its faults. Should the obsession or desire of the entrapped villain be a brought close to the marble beings, they would easily gain the power needed to finally break free of their bindings as the Mad God Discord proved many times before his untimely banishment. This was not the only way to break free though.

Unknown by even the casters of the spell themselves, if one of the many beings that were forever placed in the isolation of their ever broke free of the dark obsession that fuelled them in the beginnings of their entrapment, the spell would hold no sway over their staying and soon lose power should the one who had broken free truly have given up and thought different. Such was the case for a single statue that displayed a sight even more strange than the many that already came both before and after it. Standing a little under 6 feet, dwarfed by many of the other statues that surrounded it, an armored looking stallion wearing strangely shaped armor based around beasts never before seen was rocking back and forth as cracks slowly began to appear all around him before suddenly.

BOOM

The marble layer shattered apart, leaving only behind the gold, black, and purple form of the unknown individual who breathed heavily as if he exerted great strength to reach the point he was now at. Uncaring of this though, the being looked around slowly, eyeing everything with intent through his green colored eye covers before suddenly falling to a knee and breaking the pedestal he had been standing on while he caught his breath.

After some time of simply kneeling there, the being slowly rose and tiredly began his trek to the entrance of the garden to finally leave his home after living unwillingly there for the past 10,000 years. Just before reaching it though, his form glowed brightly a shade of purple that matched well with the the black night sky above before the light dissipated enough to show a heaving teen of brown hair, fair complexion, and alternatingly colored eyes of red, yellow, green, gray, blue, and finally purple before settling on a deep brown color.

Now fully changed, the unknown teen continued his personal journey and left the entrance of the garden behind himself to find himself now overlooking the same town of Canterlot only a few miles away and across a dark series of woods. Seeing this sight, instead of caring for what this new place was called, questioning how he would get there, or even wondering if it was safe to traverse a set of woods at night: only one thought played through his mind before being uttered softly from his chap lips.

“Home.” After saying such, the teen began his journey, unstopping for anything as he tried to reach what he believed was home as quickly as possible.

By the time he finally did so and by the time he passed the nearby sign displaying the name of the town, the youth fell to his knees in a random patch of grass before laying on the ground immobilized by the need to rest and regain his strength. As he did so, the sun had already begun to rise and the faint sound of a car getting closer could be heard as well.

10,000 years ago: 1st POV

“Come on Seth, your gonna be late and miss all the good stuff.” That was the last thing my friend said before quickly running out the door to his own car before the sound of squealing tires sounded off his leaving. Sighing in both exasperation for his excitable nature and his poor manners for not waiting a minute longer, I quickly exit the bathroom door in my pre-made and carefully crafted costume of Kamen Rider OOO’s Putotyra form.

Grabbing my own set of keys, I was quick to follow his example and exited the motel we had both rented for the next week and headed for my jeep. Entering with care so as to not bend anything, I calmly began my drive to the nearby activity center which was hosting a small-scale version of Comic-con for those who normally couldn’t go to such an event much like me. Even if it was small-time in comparison, both I and Davidson, My friend, had made sure to go for the past couple of years now.

Reaching an optimal parking spot amidst the small pockets of vehicles that also came to enjoy such an event, I quickly exited to find my friend. It was an annoying search as I couldn’t very well head inside and wait for him since he had both our tickets in his car but I eventually found him wearing his own costume of Kamen Rider Birth.

“There you are. I was afraid you wouldn’t make it.” He said in a joking manner before patting my back softly so as to not disturb my costume.

Author's Note

Hey everyone, this is the first chapter of the new story I made. I hope you all like it because I plan on making this story a two-parter.

Before I can actually do that though, I need all your support for this story to keep going. If you do, I'll make sure to post chapters as fast as I can and have each one be just as good as the last.