Truth, Justice and the Equestrian Way

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Truth, Justice and the Equestrian Way

Chapter 1

A Meeting of many officials, clothed in an all silver attire, watch as one of their own is making his statements.

"You cannot ignore these facts. Its suicide, no Its worse. Its genocide!", an older, grey haired stallion stood amidst the crowd of his peers.

   "Jor-El! The council has already found your theories to be untrue and outlandish", another pony said as he stood between two other older ponies

The older pony took a step forward the center of the room and said, "And even though these theories, all you of know me to be neither rash or impulsive. And so I tell you  that we must evacuate this planet before it's too late!".

"It isn't that we question you, Sir Jor-El, but the facts are undeniable", a mare spoke up as she stepped towards Jor-El, "but its your conclusions have been unreasonable".

The members of the council turned their heads when Jor-El had said to the mare, "This planet will explode in less than thirty days"

"And I tell you that Krypton is just shifting its orbit, everything will be all fine after the planet stabilizes"

Jor-El had looked down and responded, "Without King Sol-Ar, it will never stabilize. He alone kept our system together. Now that he's gone..". The older pony paused for only a moment.

"Be reasonable, Jor-El.", said a voice.

Jor-El turned and to this voice and said, "My friend, I have never been otherwise. Without any way to control the sun, we will all surely perish"

"This meeting has been terminated", said a pony who was sitting in the highest seat in the room, "The decision of the council is final" All of the members moved to one side of the room where the voice was emanating from. "As leader of this meeting, I declare any action made you, Jor-El, to cause hysteria among the ponies of Krypton must be deemed by us a deed of insurrection"

"You dare accuse me of insurrection. Has it now become a crime to cherish life?", Jor-El confidently stood in place.

The other members of the council began glaring at Jor-El for his remark to the council leader. Soon he spoke again, "Jor-El. Do you abide by the council's decision?"

Jor-El faced the members of the council with his decision, "I will remain silent. Neither I, nor my wife leave Krypton". With that statement, all the members walked one by one out of the room, leaving Jor-El by himself. He walked around the room, pondering on what to do next.

In her beautiful home, a lovely mare was watching over her infant son. Her name was Kara, married to Jor-El, a respected member of Krypton’s society. She stepped over to her son’s bed and quietly watched over the peaceful little colt. He had his father’s light brown coat and great black mane from when he was a colt. But her son also had his mother’s glimmering blue eyes.

Kara walked towards entrance to find her husband returning from his meeting with the Krypton elders. She walked up to his side and asked, “Did they see your side of things?”

Jor-El was reluctant to break the news to his wife. He took a deep breath and told her, “No, they didn’t. They couldn’t see that without King Sol-Ar, our planet is doomed. We don’t have much time my love, but it appears we must prepare for the worst”.

Kara didn’t know what to say. Her husband’s calculations on the matter proved that their beloved world would be destroyed. If the Elder council did not hear Jor-El’s plea, they had planned to send their own son to a distant planet to survive the harsh destruction of Krypton. So many thoughts bounced in her head.

The stood there with their heads hanging low. Complete silence filled the room. Jor-El wished things could’ve turned out different, it pained him to see his wife this way. He saw the expression in her eyes, the kind of pain a mother never should feel. Knowing that her child will taken away from her.

After a few moments of this, Jor-El walked towards his laboratory and told his wife, “Right now, time is crucial. I wish to spend as much as I can to make sure our son lives through this crisis”.

It had been several weeks since Jor-El had told his wife about Krypton’s imminent destruction. He had been working non-stop on constructing his son’s means of travel. Everyday the planet grew weaker. The temperature would drop dramatically, tremors could be felt beneath their hooves. Jor-El knew the planet’s end was coming closer.

Kara stood next to her husband, holding her little colt. Jor-El could see how beautiful his wife was, with her light blue coat and radiant brown mane shining as he had never seen before. Her eyes watching over her child with great care. It was a sight one could only dream to imagine.

Jor-El finished up the final components on work and headed towards his wife. “I have everything ready for him, Kara”

Kara looked at the colt in her hooves and asked, “Are you sure this is the right thing to do?”

“If he stays here with us, he will suffer the same fate as us”, Jor-El said.

“But why Equestria? They’re primitives, thousands of years behind us.”

Jor-El told her, “But he will need that advantage to survive. Their atmosphere will sustain him.” He looked at the colt, who was beginning to wake up. He too was also contempt on sending his son to a distant land.

Kara told her husband, “He will defy their gravity”

“He will look like one of them”, Jor-El opened a panel in his invention.

“But he won’t be one of them”.

“His dense molecular structure and their great yellow sun will make him strong.”

“But he will be odd, different than the rest of them”

“He will be fast, virtually invulnerable”

“But he will be isolated, alone.” Kara held the colt closer to her. The colt was now fully awake, watching as his parents exchanged words among each other.

“No, he will not be alone”, Jor-El held up a crystal-like object in his hooves, “He will never be alone”. He then place the object in a compartment inside his invention.

The whole room shook for an instance, and then silence. “It’s not long until this planet gone”

Kara handed Jor-El the colt in her arms. He looked upon his son and kissed the little colt. Jor-El placed him in the middle of what looked like a rocket made in a crystal-like structure.

With his wife at his side, Jor-El spoke to his son. “You will travel far, my little Kal-El. We will never leave you, even in the face of our deaths. The richness of our lives, will be yours. All that I have, All that I’ve learned, everything I feel, all this and more. I bequeath you my son”, Jor-El put his hoof over the colt’s head. “You will carry me inside you, all the days of your life. You will make my strength your own. See my life, through your eyes. As your life will be seen through mine. From the son becomes the father, and the father.... the son. This is all I can send you...... Kal-El”

Wiping the tears off his face, Jor-El placed a green crystal in another compartment of his rocket. Another quake was felt, this time much harder than the last.

Jor-El walked over to a panel and closed the opening he had placed Kal-El in. The ceiling above their heads slowly began to collapse and crumble at pieces of it fell before them.

Kara could hear buildings outside her home crumble as she watched her husband work. The sound of towers falling as they hit the ground, the sound of her beloved home coming to an end.

Jor-El had placed down one final command on his panel and walked towards his wife to comfort her. The rocket, slowly made a sound and shot up into the sky.

The rocket flew over the crumbling planet and left the atmosphere towards its new destination.

The couple watched as their son left them behind, and their home crumble before them. They knew they had done the right thing. Watching before them, the survival of the last son of Krypton.

The rocket sped towards the stars, only catching a glimpse of Krypton’s destruction as it left the red sun’s gravitational pull.

Along his journey, the colt could hear the pre-recorded messages from his father.

Kal-El had woken up during his travel and was startled to hear a voice, “Greetings Kal-El, embedded in the crystals around you is all the collected knowledge Krypton has discovered throughout its existence. All scientific fact gathered from the known universe are here before you, my son.”

Although he couldn’t understand it, this gave the little colt comfort for the long trip ahead of him. Weeks would pass, with Kal-El hearing his father’s knowledge as he passed through many wondrous galaxies.

“.... chief among your powers will be your sight, strength and hearing. Your ability to propel yourself at almost limitless speed. To the natives of the land of Equestria, your abilities will undoubtedly be strange to them, but in time they will accept you.

Your powers will come from the rays of Equestria’s yellow sun, that along with the moon, is controlled by two governing princesses. Much like our own beloved King Sol-Ar had for Krypton’s red sun.”

Inside the rocket, Kal-El was growing as any child would. He had grown from an infant to a toddler during his journey. It had been close to two months since the rocket took off, and now it was nearing its destination.

“As calculated, you will be arriving in Equestria after passing over the Arctic region and finally begin your descent into the atmosphere. This is the last time you will hear my voice Kal-El, until you venture forth and seek out your destiny in this world. Good luck, my son.”

The rocket quickly zoomed over the colorful planet’s northern pole and deployed 3 crystals that fell towards the planet. Soon, the spacecraft began facing south as it slowed down it’s speed began its descent to the heart of Equestria.

Longtime residents of Ponyville, the Kent’s, were simple earth pony farmers living farther down the road from their long-time friends the Apples. Jonathan Kent was a darker brown stallion with a scraggy grey mane and green eyes. He had the cutie mark of a wheat grain. and his wife, Martha, was a pale orange pony with grey mane showing of age and two dark brown eyes. Every season, Jonathan would plant grains and potatoes to harvest in order to sell his produce in the Ponyville market. It wasn’t a luxurious lifestyle, but it payed the bills and kept him and his wife fed.

Jonathan and Martha were just returning from the Ponyville after selling all they brought to market that day. The couple were cruising along in their jalopy, happy that today was a huge profit. As Jonathan drove towards his home, Martha asked him, “Jonathan, do you think one day we can adopt our own filly or colt?”

Jonathan was taken a bit surprised by this. “I’m not sure Martha”, some sweat dripping down his neck. “What’s on your mind that brought this up?”

Martha looked off towards the fields and said, “I was visitin’ with Granny Smith yesterday, and watched her youngest grandfilly, Applejack, running along in the fields. You know we aren’t gettin’ any younger, and someday nopony will be there to inherit the farm when we pass on.”

Jonathan knew what she was trying to get across, that the couple was missing something in life. Since they had learned Martha couldn’t have any colts or fillies of her own, the Kent’s knew that maybe through the grace of Celestia, they could one day adopt their own little pony.

The couple remained silent as the jalopy came across the Kent Farm. Acres of grain as far as the eye could see. Jonathan could hear some kind of sound over the noise the engine gave off. He slowed down the speed, trying to figure out what the sound was. “Could it be some pegasi flying by?” he thought. “No, Pegasi don’t make that sound”. He knew something was out of the ordinary, but couldn’t place his hoof on it.

The jalopy continued it’s pace. Suddenly, a flash of light crossed the road in front of them and hit the ground hard. Jonathan pressed on the brakes as hard as he could while his wife screamed. They swerved and stopped before reaching the grazing marks left on the road.

“Martha, are you alright?”, Jonathan asked.

Martha put herself together and responded, “Yes, I was just caught by surprise. What was that?”

The couple looked on to see that scorch marks blazing the road in front of them. Jonathan exited his vehicle to further investigate with Martha following close behind him. When they reached the marks, Martha looked over to the fields and said, “Jonathon, look a this”.

Before them was a charred path to a crater in their field. Jonathan walked over to the fiery mound, curious as to what he was looking at. He took slow steps as he got closer and closer. Nothing could’ve prepared him for what he saw next.

It was a strange craft that glittered like diamonds as the sun’s light shone upon it. The object looked like a something out of fairy tales, it was unreal.

“I’ve never seen anything like this. Do you think this one of those experimental probes from Canterlot? It might’ve crashed here” Martha asked.

“If it was, it would’ve had some kind of magic that stopped it from crashing on in the field” Jonathan said.

“Could this be like that thing they found in Rosewell, New Marexico?”

“Not sure, I’m going to get a closer look.” The farm pony was then right next to the craft, with his wife watching from a small distance. He saw there was some kind of opening on the side of craft. He placed his hooves on top of it and pushed down on it. Quickly, the panel slid inside the rocket to reveal it’s precious cargo. Jonathan looked into the compartment to see a tan, black-maned Earth pony colt sleeping peacefully inside of the rocket.

Jonathan turned around and said, “Martha, you’re not going to believe this”.

Martha made her way to her husband. She looked inside and couldn’t believe her eyes. “For years, I’ve hoped and wished a day like this would come true”. Tears were coming out of her face as she smiled towards her husband. The little colt was beginning to wake up. As his eyes began to open, he saw the two earth ponies who were watching him. The colt tried to crawl out of craft, only to have Martha carry him in her hooves.

The Kent’s watched in wonder as the colt became comfortable in Martha’s hooves. He quickly dozed back off to sleep and became silent.

“Martha, I believe you’re right. We should adopt a colt of our own”, Jonathan said, “But how are we going to explain him to anyone else?”

“We could say he belonged to a cousin of mine in Baltimare, and was recently orphaned”, Martha said.

“That could work. But what are we going to name him?”

“Clark. I’ve always liked that name.”

“Alright, let’s get him home before sun goes down. I’ll pick up this whatever he came in and put it in the barn. Well Clark, welcome to the family.” Jonathan said as he put his hoof over the sleeping colts head and they all walked towards the jalopy.