The Consigned

      The Consigned...

  Written by SuperChicken

   An MLP:FIM fan fiction

   There’s a tale, of a time long ago, when the gods Orion and Galaxias had created the world, and with it, the Sun and Moon. From their love, two daughters were born, and from them, life sprouted from their warmth and care. The daughters each had unique powers towards the two colossal bodies, the Sun and Moon, and were named Celestia and Luna, and they gave the world Day and Night. Upon that world, and with the powers of creation, The Ethereal Circle made Ponykind in their image. Among the ponies, were three distinct races. Unicorns, who possessed powerful horns that could channel powerful magic; Pegasi, ponies with grand wings, and ambrosial feathers, and a race of ponies that bore neither traits, but attained physical prowess beyond the afore told.

   The Gods also created a Being they called Gaia, a spirit that would govern the great forests and fill them with the warmth that they did the world. The spirit took three grand trees, and breathed life into them, and they bent and shaped into three beings. One was a Dauntless Griffon, another the Nebulous Pony, later named the Zebra, and the last, a Mighty Dragon.

   Ponykind and the three earthly beings took in hoof and claw and built a lofty castle atop a grand ancient monolith. This fortress, a grand white walled aegis with purples and pinks, fit for the gods Daughters, was named Canterlot…

   And from Canterlot, came the first age, the age of Crags. Each race took to skies their own, and sprouted like vines across the world. Ponies took to the south, in the valley beneath Canterlot forming a kingdom ruled by Canterlot as the capitol. The Griffons took to the northern mountains and lived high above the sky in their holds, each ruling itself. The zebras, took to the east, where they made the deserts and the islands their homes, homes ruled by an emperor chosen by their wisest. And the dragons… took to the Crags of legend, a massive ungodly barren land with spires of stone overlooking the crevices cutting deep into the unknown, the furthest from any civilization to be conceived…

   Each race grew and grew as their culture flourished, and became empires of the land. The land Celestia and Luna took to calling it…

   Equestria…

   The two sisters lived in harmony with all the empires, and granted each a powerful spirit. The Ponies were granted the spirit called Justice, as a symbol of their fairness and justice against those who wrong the weak.

  The Griffons were granted the spirit of Valor, for their bravery, strength, and honor.

  And the Dragons were gifted the spirit of stone, as a symbol of their everlasting qualities and the indomitable characteristics of their race.

   All the races were overjoyed and celebrated these gifts, all except for one…

   The Dragons…

   They were furious of their gift, viewed as petty and insulting, outraged by their highest ethos. "Were Dragons not so mighty a being to be granted a worthy boon?" said the youngest of their court. The others attempted to calm the beast, but the inferno spread uncontrolled. The dragon did the singular thing the races were never meant to do, absorbing the powers of the spirits directly into the soul.

   The Arch-Dragon was born…

   A Colossal Wyrm of stone scales similar to the crags, and empty sunken eyes with spines that glistened in the deep. The creature breathed dust and the span of time embodied the creature. Immense power fueled the rage of the youth, thus the wrath of dust. The Arch-Dragon called a fog upon the valley, and mustered the dragons to take the power they deserved.

  The first to call up arms were the legions of Ponykind armies. The earth ponies guarded the country side from the Wyrms devastating breath; the Pegasi protected the sky realms, surrounding Canterlot; and the unicorns rained Balefire upon the dragons.

   The armies were no match for such forces, ponies falling and succumbing to the Dragon onslaught. So the holders of the Valor spirit roared forth like a rain of spears glistening in the dim shrouded day. The Griffons had little in the ways of success, as the dragons plowed through the countryside.

   Knowing there was no other choice, the sisters with the will of the gods, adorned their glistening armor and levied their spears of Dawn and Dusk, the chosen weapons of the sisters and each imbued with powerful magic like no other.

   Upon their coming to the battlefield, their hearts plummeted gasping upon the hewn carcasses of the mortals, ponies, griffons, and dragons alike. Enraged by the blood sewn ground the sisters flew into battle like colors of a rainbow and slashed their way through the dragons ranks, killing them like dogs, eventually making their way to the enthralled elder council members and the Arch-Dragon himself. A battle burst with green and orange pyres and rays of magic light, burning and tearing through the scales of their wyrm foes, and struck down the Arch-Dragon to submission. The Arch-Dragon fought with every breath and pounded the ground with fury unlike any dragon before, and the sisters used their inconceivable magical powers to seal the dragon under a mountain of giant iron chains and stone. Forever to be forgotten.

  The realms celebrated their victory, and mourned the dead, many of the mortal races were slaughtered in the grand battle, and years of burials and pyres would await, and the dragons retreated to the Crags, with their remaining powers sealed away so nothing would come to harm from their vengeful claws...

   Many years have passed since the war of Crags, history became legend, and legend became myth, and the mortal races forgot the evil buried in the earth. The wound left by the dragons were forgotten, and the dead long turned to dust. Centuries later, in an age in embers… the flames of old dim…

                            And so…

                      Our tale begins…