Time: 11:15 PM ~ Date: April 2nd, 2010
Location: Yomiyawa Prefecture, Osaka

The night winds blow past the dense leaves of the cherry blossom trees. The moon shines its glow, high above the horizon, with stars twinkling in their respective places. Many citizens are in their homes, either in bed to wake up for their new days or those night owls that have just woken up ready to seize theirs. The nightlife, of course, still strives at this time of hour. Tonight was supposed to be a calm night, but something was different about this one, chief.

Two men are spotted on a dirt path with one direction leading back into the city and the other, towards a shrine surrounded by small forestry. Nature is seen around them, plain flowing grass, blooming sakura trees, the occasional flowers, and oddly enough, no critters in sight.

The two men stare at each other, both out of breath, as they wait for the other to make their next move, their next step, their swords gripped in their hands. The next clash awaits as the young man wearing his blue midbutton shirt, sleek black pants, and fingerless armored gloves, inches forward, step by step, ready to dash forward at a moment’s notice. While the older man wearing what is white armor, the design akin to that of a knight crusader, squinting his eyes toward the lad in wait.

…

Silence flows through as no words are spoken among them. The knight, who is currently flipping through a book that he holds in his right hand, stopping at a certain page. Words flow from his lips, spoken in an unknown foreign language that is heard. “Rogo te, Deus in caelis, ut ab hoc terreno regno hanc damnationem exuas. Portae Purgatorii!!1” The man shouts, as he moves his right foot forward in a stomp while holding his left open palm, face down, towards the ground. Wind flows around him before dissipating into the night sky.

The young man looks on in confusion, with a raised brow, wondering what the crusader had just conjured from his words. He shakes his head, to disregard the fact, as he springs himself in the ground ready to dash towards the knight.

Already aware of the lad’s next move, he breaks into a smirk of excitement before closing the book in his right hand, “Now then, Nephilim. This will be your final departure from this earth as God will’s it. So, I bid you, farewell!”

The lad releases a small grunt before changing his stance, as he dashes forward, closing in to his adversary before anything was to occur. Then it hits him, and a strange unnatural feeling wells from his gut as he skids to a stop just inches away from the crusader. He feels the winds begin to pick up and the speed of it heightening. Wide-eyed, he backpedals away from the center point between the two of them as the ground begins to shake. “What the hell?! Did he cause an earthquake?!”

Tremors are a telltale sign that a natural disaster-type level of danger is going to commence, as the lad looks forward to the crusader who continues to smile at him menacingly. He sees the knight, plunge his sword into the ground, holding onto it like an anchor. Thus, it happens. The dirt patch in the center begins to crumble downward but not in the means of the earth splitting, downwards in a shape of an unnatural funnel, as nothing but inky blackness is seen within the made hole.

“This! Will be your final resting place, son. Please, lay in it, and bid your mortal soul towards the heavens for God’s judgment.” The man smirks as he puts the book back into its pocket and reaches into his back one, taking out a chain link hook. Which is used to capture criminals when they are bested in a fight and surrender. “But we all know where you are heading, Nephilim. It will be Purgatory!”

The lad feels his feet, slowly skidding towards the center as he quickly plunges his own blade into the ground to hold onto. As luck would have it, his blade holds as his feet are now firmly planted by his weight. He hears a spinning chain as he looks forward to see the same chain link hook, tossed his way. “Shit!” he exclaims.

Cherry blossom leaves flow absurdly with the trap in place, as the chain successfully wraps around the young man’s left leg and with a harsh tug. The lad feels both his legs lift up in the air, as he holds onto the blade for dear life. “Christ! I need to get this chain off, now!” He closes his left eye, taking a deep breath as a glow begins to emit from below its eyelid. His back begins to glow as dull white wings materialize from him and unfurl, flapping them desperately to give himself some solid ground.

The crusader, seeing this final desperation attempt from the lad, looks at his end of the chain and decides his next move, “You think I will let you walk away from this, sinner!” With squinted eyes, he shouts with hostility in his voice, tossing his end of the chain into the void of the ground funnel. The chain is now at the mercy of the spinning black wormhole, pulling whatever is on the other end harsher into its grasp.

The young man shouts in pain, as his leg begins to creak under the pressure of being pulled by a strong gravitational force. He tries kicking the chain off with his right foot but to no avail. “My leg is gonna break and tear off at this rate!” Panic takes his front as beads of sweat form on his forehead. “Where is this spawned blackhole going to take me? Purgatory? Hell? Shit…” He grits his teeth as the searing pain comes in waves from his left leg.

The lad closes his eyes as he tries to think quickly of a way out, but no option is quick enough and he is not willing to lose his leg. “Screw it. I have to hope that this will not lead to my death. This is a gamble I will have to take. Time to let go…” He takes one more deep breath as he lets go with one of his hands as he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a lasso of rope as the crusader did. “Might as well take this bastard with me, freeing this world from his corruption!”

Chink! Chinnik! Crack!

The young man sees his blade become two as he is sent flying towards the center hole. He flies back, faces towards the sky and points himself in the knight's direction, before swinging his lasso and tossing it towards him. Luck is on the lad's side as well, unbeknownst to the knight, when the rope wraps around his right arm, pulling him in as well as the lad who also throws his end into the void.

Unlucky for the knight, who did not expect the lasso, had his grip loose on the sword. “You coward! I will end you and send you straight to hell!!” The crusader fixates his body without a care for his safety, quickly pulling out a dagger and aiming it at the young man’s chest cavity.

“Ah, hell no! You will go down with me, vile schemer!!” In another show of quickness, the lad raises his broken katana to deflect the direct hit as both men plunge into the void, into the sea of darkness.

A loud vacuum-like noise is heard, as the blackhole spins widely before shrinking to a close as it dissipates into the ether. The wind comes to a slow pace as everything comes back into its natural order. The dirt road seems untouched as if nothing has ever occurred in the center. Only the cherry blossoms scattered around in a circle as well as the broken half of the submerged katana and claymore erected from its dirt pedestal tell a different story. The calmness of the night, returning as silence spreads with the winds, tranquility now back in its former glory…

Time: 12:35 AM ~ Date: April 6th
Location: Canterlot, Equestria

Nighttime in the city of Canterlot is calm as it is inviting. Not many of its inhabitants are seen wandering around the once-busy marketplace at night nor are any of the restaurants open at this time. On the more seedy locations, you will see bars, strips, and the occasional drunken youth kicked out of a local nightclub with security standing outside, guarding for any unsuspecting trouble.

The weather was scheduled to be calm winds with slightly low temperatures, but that is not the case for tonight. Black storm clouds begin to form suddenly above Canterlot as it begins to rain. Most citizens snooze through the storm, while few are seen running in to find cover from the sudden rain. Graveyard shift workers in the castle look upon the rain in confusion, with the sun diarchy no less appalled.

While the city functions, the castle which stands on the precipice of the mountain. Houses the royal princess, nobles, workers, the guards, and royal mages. Inside one of the two towers, a snow-white-skinned woman with rainbow-colored flowing hair with ears on the top sides of her head, and a tail, wearing a nightgown with white lingerie underneath as she moves closer to her balcony windows. The rain makes a soft pitter-patter sound as the drops land on the glass plane. She sips on her night brew tea, remembering if there was to be a scheduled storm required for tonight. “I recall no rain to fall on this hour. None of the weather people called for a sudden storm.” She squints her eyes in wonder as if this might be a telltale sign of something amiss in the air.

“Rose would have told me for such a weather but nothing thus far. Is this… what I imagine it to be?” She shakes her head, to discount her thoughts, as her ears pick up the rain easing its fall before coming to a close. She hums in confusion as she moves over to her nightstand to write a letter for her subjects to find out the suddenness of this storm's occurrence.

After finishing the letter, she sets her teacup down on its coaster, as she moves over to her comfy king-size bed to sleep. She pulls apart the comforter as she lays herself on the bed, closing her eyes as she lets sleep take hold of her for another night.

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Location: Spring Woods, Equestria

Outside the outskirts of Canterlot, a hurling mass of cloth is seen, plummeting to the surface near a waterfall that flows down towards a calm serene forest. If there were any night strollers in the woods, they would have heard a loud resounding crash occur nearby. On this night, one person luckily or unluckily, hears the loud impact as they unsteadily walk towards the sound. Under the moonlight, a girl with pink flowy hair is seen, slowly walking closer towards a smoking crater in the open space of the forest.

In the light, the girl with bright yellow skin color, pink flowy hair with ears on the top sides of her head, and a tail. She also wears a yellow raincoat, for the surprising rain, with the hood down as she wanders over to scope the severity of the situation, waiting for the smoke to pass into the winds. “What… h-happened? Co-could it be extraterrestrial beings like my brother keeps ranting about?! O-or is it a dangerous creature has come to claim these woods for themselves?!” Her back flexes as wings unfurl and stick out stiffly, ready to fly herself away at a moment’s notice. Finally, the smoke begins to clear, as she peeks into the crater, seeing an odd person lying in this tomb unconscious.

The pink-haired girl, analyzes the person, or rather a male, seeing their blue and black clothes ripped to shreds. She also notes a small knife-like object sticking out from its right shoulder with a chain still latched onto his left leg. “Oh no! He’s hurt… I- I have to help him.” Her soft-spoken voice fills the silence as she slowly steps down into the center of the crater. “Um… he-hello? Are you okay?” She prods as she receives no response in return.

She recalls her medical training when it comes to animals as she moves to bring his left hand towards herself, trying to feel for his pulse. She holds her breath, chewing her inner cheek in worry when no pulse is felt but a faint one was able to be sensed. The pink-haired girl lets out the breath she held and begins to shift the cloth away from his face to see for any paleness, questions plaguing her mind.

“H-how d-did this even happen? He is badly hurt! I need to patch him up or he will...” She bites her lower lip, uncertainty on her face, before shaking herself out of her stupor as she prepares to move, but a glimpse of his face is what gives her pause.

Upon, seeing his features, she feels her face flush a bit as a handsome yet unnaturally beautiful face is seen with her own eyes. “Hoooo….” An embarrassed groan comes from the girl as she begins to slowly shift the lad out of his tomb and back to her campsite.

Time: ??? ~ Date: ???
Location: ???

A resounding chime is heard, as the pair’s meeting has thus begun to weave a tale of fate. Only those who have foreseen the future would know, what happiness and hardships will be brought with the man of the hour, appearing in these peaceful lands of Equestria.

Time: 12:35 AM ~ Date: April 6th
Location: Slums, Las Pegasus, Equestria

“Brothers and sisters, the age of man is at hand. Rise as we commence our daily prayer. For our Lord gives us reverence for the coming days upon his Equus. We shall strive to preach his word and expand our church’s influence on the non-believers who dare to question our faith.” An elderly man, wearing priest garbs is seen speaking to his fellow congregation members on his stage with a podium placed in front of him, and on the podium contains an open book to a specific page.

A priest garb with a hood conceals his appearance but the noticeable dull green horn sits on top of his head and the hints of his face show his skin tone is also dull green in color with wrinkles seen on his cheeks. “We will overcome this travesty. Those heretics out there believe it wise to praise the ‘Uroling’ princess as if she is the ruler of this world, a God even!” His voice resounds throughout the church, as the congregation nods their heads, heeding his words while some shake their head at the thought that was given.

“No… it is none but the almighty that sits above us in his throne! Watching over us in hopes that the blind will heed his very words and the sinners to be given a new slate once they ask for his forgiveness.” The overdramatic motion of his right arm captures his emotion as he emphasizes the words that flow from his lips, a few members kneel in prayer as their priest continues. “For the Lord, The Almighty shall bring forth judgment upon those who seldom take his word as utter fallacies and blasphemy.”

The priest continues with his meeting, with all the members making the same motions with a few spouting ‘yes father’ and ‘amen’ can be heard throughout the crowd. “And we shall do what is right to spread our word of faith, of our Father in Heaven to his people and we wi---” His speech is interrupted as a loud explosive crash is heard in the distance with other nightly occupants screaming out in horror.

Most of the congregation gathered around the head priest in fear, while some stood guard for whatever person to show themselves that had caused the commotion. The people gathered around him start to whisper in prayer, asking for forgiveness for their sins, while some go to the priest, asking for penance for their lack of duty. The elderly man scans around his flock, his mind running amok thinking about what has occurred.

“Stand aside my brethren, let me see the cause of that noise,” he commands as he calmly walks down the steps off his stage and strides towards the chapel doors to take a look.

“No Father, you mustn’t risk yourself for us sinners!” one of the fellow members cries.

The priest turns around and gives them a reassuring smile with a wave of his right hand to ease calm into them. He faces forward and opens the door with his greyish aura magic cautiously, scanning the outside to see if any danger is in sight. He notes the rising smoke coming from the left side of the decrepit town alleyway, taking a deep breath, he starts his trek towards the location.

The priest treks through the Slums, seeing people running past him in fright, some tripping over their own feet, a note of concern written on the man’s features. “Have the end times come? Or was it an accident in a man’s drug lab? There have been lots of those fools around and then some, living in debauchery of sin.”

He sighs deeply and understands that he has tried to spread the word to them but sadly they gave no heed and he was almost threatened to give them bits. Of course, with his swift tongue, he was able to get himself out of worse situations. “Maybe after this life-threatening incident, they will be more keen on listening to God’s message.”

The priest finally reaches the destined alley as he turns the corner, seeing the cause of the smoke spilling out from an odd-shaped crater in the ground. The wind blows smoke towards his direction, covering his face with his right arm, and holding his breath. He coughs a bit of dirt and dust spewing onto him, moving closer to the epicenter, “What in God’s green Equus?” he mentions with confliction in his voice. An amalgamation of emotions of fear, confusion, and curiosity wrapped up in one, come from his very being as he looks in wait for the smoke to clear.

A sight of cloth covering what seems to be a man that the priest has not seen before is revealed. “He looks too clean to be an occupant of the slums. Yet his skin also seems a bit too saturated… is he not from Las Pegasus?” He sees the man lying in the hole, with the same white cloth crusader armor that is tattered with hints of blood on the man.

The priest notes some injuries through his clothes and a rope wrapped around his right arm. He squints his eyes to get a better look and see if the man is still alive, uncertain if the impact might have killed him. “Hmm… he does appear to be breathing still, thank the heavens.”

The priest's analytical gaze spots a certain item and with a brow raised as recognition takes his front, figuring out what is in the knight's possession. “Is that a book he is holding? Must be a reader. Wait… why does that symbol look familiar?!” The priest’s eyes widen a bit as the book contains a symbol of a peculiar tree behind an hourglass woven in the center. He covers his mouth before slowly descending the crater.

“Could this be?! By God! This very symbol was in the vision the Lord has shown me in my dreams! Is this really the same one?!” The priest scratches his grey beard in surprise as a smile forms from the corner of his lips, this being a sign that good times are finally happening.

Inside the crater in front of the fallen crusader, a clever idea came to the priest, one that he believes can help bring about the future of the church’s influence: to be able to spread the word and gain more supporters from the surrounding cities.

“This must be a message from the heavens above! An Angel has descended upon us! The Lord has heard our pleas and at last, our prayers have been answered!” The smiling man mutters under his breath in excitement as he closes in on the man to take him out of the crater and nurse him back to health.

Time: ??? ~ Date: ???
Location: ???

A second chime is heard in an undisclosed location, as a visible hourglass flips upside down, filling the bottom of its empty equal with trinkles of sand. A mysterious figure watches the very fate woven into every individual, change drastically after two new variables have been unknowingly introduced.

“Hmmm…” The figure settles down on their throne, closing their eyes at the idea of how two outliers will change the world’s created fate for its people. Time will be the only factor that will weave the story.

“The prelude of a new dark era is coming – a time that all living creatures will never forget…”

Author's Note

There will be terms used from the Magical Tome that Conroy uses, which will be read in Latin, but I will put the English translation with a footnote. The phrases of Latin to English/English to Latin (I used a rough translation of Latin since with the lingvanex translator)

1I ask you, God in heaven, to rid this damnation from this earthly realm. Gates of Purgatory!