Fallout Equestria: Soldier, Seeker, Eagle

The monolith appeared the day Princess Celestia took her crown. As Celestia gave the eulogy for Skjötari, High Priestess of Enhigard, a nation which had just the day before been folded into Equestria, the cenotaph was delivered: A solid adamantine rune stone five ponies tall and three ponies wide.

Its delivery interrupted the funeral as Celestia and Luna asked those who bore the slab who had ordered its construction. The answer: Skjötari, of course. The cenotaph was placed in the courtyard of Heorot Castle, the place she had perished. Once erected, the adamantine slab refused to be moved.

Words were hewn into each face, front and back. Ancient runes lost to all but the Alicorns of Enhigard.

Old Talacon fell to the Windigo,
drowned in ice the First Age came to its end.
The Sisters Solarus came to our land,
with its ruin the Second Age did descend.

Undreamed, unremembered between ages
slain by the might of the Sun and the Moon
the wonders of Enhigard went unmourned.
Softly Stars whisper: “Justice shall come soon.”

The Two Sisters read the message. In their eyes, the hewn slab was but a marker to tell the world of what had once been. A marker none but them could read, written in a language they would not teach. The Cenotaph was permitted to remain as it was, unaltered, for any to see.

They briefly remarked how strange it was to make the runes so small and leave the majority of the metal slab blank. A remark was made about it fitting to how highly Enhigard had viewed itself. All seemed well.

They placed a sign in front of the slab which told all who came to the Castle: “A memorial for the lost kingdom of Enhigard, written in their language. Translation unknown.”

Two thousand years came and went. Equestira grew, thrived, and developed. In time, ponies began to experiment with non-magical devices, and the age of technology came to Equestria. The ideals of friendship gave way to greed, selfishness, paranoia and a jealous reaping of dwindling space and natural resources.

Lands took up arms against their neighbors. A Great War began to engulf Equestria the likes of which had not been seen since the many conquests which had grown Equestria into an EMpire two thousand years ago. The war raged for years, ever growing, ever intensifying.

Then, one day, as the sun began to set, pieces of the Cenotaph fell from its faces, revealing the poem had always been much longer than any ever knew.

Equestria: Paradise of magic.
Fueled by friendship, harmoney, and kindness.
She flourished under the rule of the Sun,
Now she falls to her ruin through Her blindness.

Greed, selfishness, paranoia, jealousy.
The new values which overtook the old.
As her age of technology began,
Equestria's fall began as foretold.

This age shall end by hex and balefire.
The Third Age dawns beneath a sky of cloud.
As dawn comes the Mantle is Hers no more.
Night’s fall brings with it the doom they allowed.

Prophesy knows not the eye which beholds,
Its glimpses are fleeting and curious,
Yet She thinks to trot only where it shows.
Unaware such intent is ruinous.

To whom shall the Mantle be entrusted?
Shadows hide much of the Third Age from sight.
Yet we know the Great Enemy returns,
not too long after the baleful light.

Three will stand against it by chance alone.
A Soldier of Iron, born of progress.
The Truthseeker, a lady of science.
One last Eagle, noble and virtuous.

Beyond their embarking our sight does end,
Their stand shall mark the turning of the age.
The shadow of uncertainty darkens.
Deeds thereafter mark no prophecy's page.

Fallout: Equestria

Soldier, Seeker, Eagle