Author's Note

Okay before we begin just know that while the characters are antho they can't use the abilities in the show.
Unicorns have forgotten how to use magic
Pegasi are too heavy to fly
Changeling's don't shapeshift
Dragon's don't fly or breath fire

It will help with the storyline of the movie Xover's

Prologue

A snowstorm whips across a frozen wasteland as a series of headlights move through the rapid snow. As the headlights come to a stop in front of a man wearing thick orange clothes with a burning lantern staff in his hands, it reveals a high-tech humvee that grinds through the arctic snow. Two figures come out of the vehicle wearing thick winter coats, One an orange dragon with blue eyes and the other a hippogriff with violet-colored eyes. The whipping snow is hard to see through and makes it difficult to speak to anyone.

The two figures could barely see as the orange-coated man greeted them, offering his hand.

The man shouted over the wind. “You the guys from Washington?”

“Yeah, I’m Smolder; this is my associate Silverstream'' Smolder said, taking the man's hand. “Get many other visitors out here?” Smolder joked

“How long have you been on-site?” Silverstream asked

“Since this morning.” the man answered as they moved across the snow, “A Russian oil team called it in about eighteen hours ago.”

“How come nobody spotted it before?” Smolder asked, causing the man to chuckle.

“Look around ya,” the man said, gesturing around him. “Ice melts. Storms blow in. Landscape changes all the time.” He soon gets a worried look on his face. “Any chance you mind if I ask what this thing is, exactly?”

“Would you believe us if we said it was a weather balloon?” Smolder asked with a slight grin.

“No.” Smolder and Silverstream stare. The team leader shrugs and walks on. “Listen, for the record, I’m not sure we have the equipment for a job like this.”

“Is the sonar up and running yet?” The dragoness asked.

“It is. We’re getting deep ice preliminaries now.” The earth pony said to the women. “Very deep, though.” This caused Smolder to snicker slightly.

Silverstream nudged Smolder with her arm before speaking to the man. “So? How long before we can start craning it out?”

He stops the hippogriff, a bit incredulous.

“I don’t think you two quite understand….” The earth pony points at something off in the distance. “You guys are going to need one hell of a crane.”

Smolder and Silverstream followed the man's finger before their eyes went wide and their jaws dropped; they were utterly and totally awestruck. Ahead of them was a massive wingtip jutting from the ice, towering above them like a skyscraper. A skull and tentacle logo is just visible through the ice

“Silverstream report back and tell the colonel we’re going to need the bigger drill,” Smolder said as the hippogriff went to the car.

Within an hour, numerous trucks and vehicles arrived and began drilling into the massive aircraft. The laser drill burns through the hull of the aircraft, cutting a hole. The metal circle drops into the interior, letting in a shaft of light.

Smolder and Silverstream hooked themselves to harnesses and ventured into the plane with the aid of the ropes.

They creep through the frozen, devastated plane as the shattered control screens reflect their flashlights.

“GEFAHR. EXPLOSIVSTOFFE.” Smolder said in german. “Danger. Explosive materials.”

“Since when could you speak German?” Silverstream asked.

“Me and a few friends visited Germany in my childhood,” Smolder answered her friend. “I learned German from a relative living there.” Smolder then picks up a radio and begins to speak to the base.

“This has got to be World War II,” Smolder reported looking around. “But the Luftwaffe didn’t have anything nearly this advanced….Or this big.”

As Smolder gave her report, Silverstream caught sight of something beneath the ice within the plane.

“Smolder, you should check this out,” Silverstream said, drawing her friend's attention.

“Hold that, Base,” Smolder said, moving towards Silverstream.

The hippogriff sweeps her hand across the ice floor, showing Smolder the frozen item.

“Any idea what this is?” Silverstream asked.

The lieutenant stares in both awe and shock at what she was seeing.

Without hesitation, Smolder got on her radio and contacted the base. “Base, get me a line to the colonel.”

“Now? But it’s three a.m.”

“I don’t care what time it is!” Smolder said, returning her gaze to the ice, “This one’s waited long enough.” Smolder got off the radio and knelt next to Silverstream.

“We finally found you…” she knocks away the last of the snow covering the ice, revealing...A red and blue shield with a purple six-pointed star. “...Captain”

NORWAY, MAY 1942.

Two humanoid felines race across the cobblestone roads as gunfire and explosions cover the surrounding area.

“Go Pan, and tell the Keeper! Hurry!”

Pan runs as his comrade sets off a molotov and checks his rifle. The molotov covers the cobblestone streets in flames. The feline aims his rifle at the flames waiting for one of his attackers when he begins to hear a clanking sound.

The ominous clanking rises until a colossal tank, dubbed the Landkreuzer, emerges from the flames. The feline pales at the sight of the Hydra logo, turning tail the cat-man runs, but mounted machine guns cut him down before moving on and over his deceased body.

Pan races toward the front door of a lonely stone tower, Bursting through the doors, Pan swiftly closes them and slams down a vast timber crossbeam, locking the door.

“They’re coming!”

The old tower keeper rushes downstairs. “It matters not,” the Keeper said, reaching the ground floor. “They’ll never find it.”

The two men turn as an ominous clanking rises outside. Without warning, the Landkreuzer punches through the wall. Bricks and timber rain down onto Pan and knock the Keeper off his feet; as the Landkreuzer pulls back and the dust settles, the keeper struggles to his feet to find his younger friend. Only to find Pan dead amidst the rubble, blood dripped from his head as the Keeper shut his eyes.

Without a moment of hesitation, Hydra troops pour in, surrounding the Keeper as a pegasus wearing a uniform that belonged to a lieutenant.

“Three of you keep your guns on him; the rest of you get that coffin open,” ordered the lieutenant.

As the soldiers began to remove the lid to the coffin as a modified car pulled up, its hood ornament was a skull with eight tentacles; the symbol of the Hydra group. The doors open, and a set of gleaming jackboots step onto the cobblestone streets; a soldier wearing that same symbol on his uniform approached and saluted.

“Report,” the unicorn ordered, looking at the broken tower.

“Lieutenant Blue has the Keeper inside and is in the process of relieving the relic from him,” the soldier said, slightly sweating in the presence of his superior.

The man walks past the soldier and into the building.

The Keeper tried to run only to be stopped when the Hydra Soldiers threw him down in front of the stone sarcophagus in an ornate crypt. The soldiers tried but failed to open the tomb; however, with all their numbers, they were unable to move the massive coffin lid a single inch.

“Quickly, before he…” the lieutenant stops at the sounds of footsteps.

The soldiers snapped to attention as a Hydra officer walked over the rubble, a unicorn with red fur and ruby red eyes; his mane and tail were pitch black with strips of red, making his hair look like a candy cane.

“Crimson Rain, sir,” the lieutenant said, saluting the officer. “We…” he began only to stop when Crimson held up a hand.

“You know it has taken me a long time to find this place,” Crimson said, moving in front of the Keeper. “You should be commended.”

He stands before the tower keeper. “Pick him up,” ordered Crimson.

“Now give me what I want, and you will find me and my men out of your hair,” Crimson said to the Keeper.

“I give you nothing.” the Keeper spat out.

A Hydra soldier moves to strike the old cat man, but Crimson waves him off.

“Come now; you are a man of great vision,” Crimson said, fixing the Keeper's coat before moving around the Keeper like a vulture does with its prey. “In that, we are much alike.”

“I am nothing like you!” shouted the Keeper.

“Oh, no, no. I don’t suggest that.”

Crimson sees the coffin lid his men were struggling with. “But what others see as superstition, you and I know to be science. The oldest science.”

“What you seek is just a legend.” argued the Keeper.

“Then why do you try so hard to hide it?” Crimson asked with a grin.

Crimson Rain strides to the coffin before placing a hand on it. With a single push, he heaves the heavy lid aside. Inside the coffin lay a desiccated corpse; in his hands was a crystal cube.

“The Tesseract..” Crimson said, lifting the cube and turning to the Keeper. “....was the jewel of Bright Mac’s treasure room.”

Crimson turns the cube over in his hand before dropping it onto the floor. The cube hit that ground and shattered on contact.

“It is not something one buries,” Crimson says, walking over the shards and towards the Keeper. “But…” Crimson says into the Keeper’s eyes. “..It is close, and I will find it.”

“I cannot help you.” the Keeper insisted.

“No,” Crimson said, moving away a bit. “But maybe you can help them.” Crimson Rain motioned toward the Landkreuzer’s cannon barrel pointing right at the town.

“I’m sure you have friends out there,” Crimson said, circling the Keeper. “Grandchildren, perhaps. See, I’ve no need for them to die, so tell me what I want to know, and not a single shot will be fired on anypony else.”

Terrified, the tower keeper lets his eyes flick to a wall on the far end of the room. Crimson Rain walks past the old cat man and steps in front of the wall with a carving of a tree.

“Ah...Yggdrasil, tree of the world.” Crimson said with a small smile. “Also referred to as the Guardian of Wisdom….” Crimson said, scanning over the tree before falling to its roots and lastly. A Serpent. “...and Fate.”

The Hydra officer pushes the snake’s eye, causing a hidden compartment to push itself out. The compartment revealed a wooden box carved like the snake on the wall. Seeing Crimson with the box, The old keeper sags in defeat.

Crimson Rain opens the box allowing the red light within to illuminate his face. He gazes at the item, enraptured by its powerful glow. The old man just stares in awe at the object.

“And elsewhere, the Fuhrer digs for the trinkets in the desert,” Crimson says as he looks over at the old Keeper. “You’ve never seen this before, Have you?”.

“It is not for the eyes of ordinary men,” The Keeper responded, causing Crimson to smirk.

“You are exactly correct.” Crimson shuts the box causing the light to disappear. He glances over at the cannon, almost distractedly. “Commence firing,” Crimson ordered.

Outside, a soldier calls out the order as rifles, and the Landkruezer opens fire on the town. Enraged, the Keeper lunges at Crimson but is held back by the soldiers within the tower.

“You are a fool.” The Keeper shouted, trying to break free from the soldier's grip. “None of us can control that power. You will burn.”

“Believe me.” Crimson draws his Luger with dazzling speed and shoots the Keeper in his heart. “I already have.”

Crimson begins to rub his jaws as the Keeper drops to the ground, the old man’s blood having spattered Crimson’s Hydra pin. His tentacled death’s head is now a red skull.