Unforeseeable Consequences

Equestria11320915-161524517, Year 1465, 25 years before the Return of the Lunar Diarch

On an island cloaked by magics so old, they predated not only the present Diarchy, but the one before it, roughly four days east and slightly south of the Equestrian city of Baltimare, a crystalline meteorite of silvery white metal buried itself into the cobblestones no less than two dozen yards away from a tall, well figured and busty Amazonian mare standing no shorter than 7'3" in height with EE cup breasts. Her fur was a pale caramel, whilst her long raven mane fell to her bubble butt. Her sky blue eyes narrowed slightly as she stared at what her people called 'Asteriatsáli'. It was the Ancient Tongue for 'star steel' in modern Equish. Her name --- Queen Ouránia Thýella.

Her head tilted as no less than twelve of her guard with spears ready, approached the steaming spheroid which was slightly oblong almost like an egg. Her eyebrows rose slightly as the spheroid trembled ever do slightly, despite nopony being in contact with it. Cracks formed in the Asteriastàli, spilling both warm sapphire and bright reddish copper light from within before one of her guard, a mare by the name of Lónchi Kroùo, shoulder-blocked one of the cracks with her shield, the resonant ringing much like the peal of a gong immediate as the crack widened before she noticed something within radiating the odd glow that faded to a faint pulsing, as if whatever was within was injured.

Her order was immediate. "Break it open!!"

POVshift Arashi Tsukino, first person

A pounding migraine assaulted me as I heard banging and low cracks as, unknown to me, my seven year old body, now that of an anthropomorphic stallion with dark burgundy hooves, patchy pale lavender-purple fur, and complex navy and amethyst tribal tattoos smoking faintly from where they'd been burned into my skin, which was an angry, fairly blistered red where the fur was not, and a warm Egyptian blue and slate blue mane and tail, both ragged.

My eyes squeezed shut as blinding light flared. The last thing I clearly recalled was Goldar shoving his sword through my chest. I distantly hear voices gasping before callused but gentle hands pull me free of wherever I washed I felt consciousness flee.