The Equestrian Prime

The Equestrian Prime

Prologue: An Archaeological Dig and a Prophecy…

Some ruins of the Spartan Kingdom, Greece, 2023...

Aaron Rogers was sweating as he looked through the ruins in the deserted area of the old Kingdom of Sparta in Greece. In his mind, he kind of felt like Lara Croft, the character of the Tomb Raider video games from his childhood. But at the moment, he was focused on finding an artifact that was said to have been a clue to the existence of Atlantis, it was hidden in the ruins he was in, in Greece. One of the team members of the dig, his best friend since kindergarten, Alex Evans, looked over to him.

“Are you sure the artifact is even here, Aaron?” Alex asked. Aaron looked at the scanner he designed and nodded.

“Yep, it’s coming from down this hall. Weird energy signature though. Almost... alien in nature.” Aaron said, looking at the reading of the scanner.

“Alien how?” Alex asked, confused at how an artifact could be extraterrestrial. "Could the artifact have been crafted from a meteor?"

“I don’t know. But the energy signature is through the roof.” Aaron said, showing Alex the screen of the scanner, and pointed to the wavelength going haywire. “Whatever it is, it’s almost... alive. It’s almost as if it wants to be found, like it knows we’re coming for it.”

“It’d better be worth it.” Alex said with a huff. “We lost two guys to the traps, but the minute we stepped through, the traps stopped, but then they started again with the rest of the team while leaving the two of us alone. So you may be partially right, almost as if it only lets those who are worthy through, but keeps out the impure of heart.”

“I thought you weren’t the religious type, Alex?” Aaron asked with a smirk and a quirked eyebrow.

“I’m not, but I believe in being worthy of what you are meant to have, unless you’ve done some bad stuff.” Alex said, smirking back while giving Aaron a playful nudge. Aaron nudged Alex back.

All of a sudden, Aaron’s scanner started to blair it’s alarm really loudly, signifying they were right by it.

“What is it, Aaron?” Alex asked. Aaron looks at his scanner, panning it back and forth too the left and right slowly. When the blairing intensified on the left, Aaron pointed at the wall where the scanner was pointed.

“The scanner says it’s behind this wall.” Aaron says. “You think you can make a door without too much damage, Alex?”

“In my sleep.” Alex said, pulling out a small amount of C-4 explosive, enough to blow a hole in the wall, but not enough to cause a cave-in. After Alex places the explosive with the detonator, Alex said, “Alright, step back.”

Aaron and Alex step back behind a pillar while Alex triggered the explosive. A loud boom thundered through the hall of the ruins as the small C-4 blew up. Once the dust died down, Aaron and Alex emerged from behind the pillar and went through the newly-made hole in the wall, only to be greeted by a bright light on the other side.

When their eyes had adjusted to the light of the object, they looked and, to their surprise, came face to face with something that neither of them even expected.

“Aaron? Are you seeing what I’m seeing?” Alex asked his best friend.

“Yeah.” Aaron said in complete awe. “It shouldn’t be possible, but it’s right in front of us. The Autobot Matrix of Leadership.”

As if sensing the two of them, the Matrix grew brighter in it’s light and all of a sudden shot a beam of light out to Aaron, engulfing him completely. All of a sudden, the light started to grow brighter, scaring Aaron.

“Alex! Help MEEEEEEEEE! Aaron screamed before, in a flash of light, the Matrix and Aaron were just... gone.

“Aaron! Where are you?!” Alex yelled for his friend, trying to find him. “AARON!”

Alex, crying, collapsed to his knees, saying, “Oh no..."

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Castle of Friendship, Ponyville, Equestria...

Twilight couldn’t stop crying. All of her friends had died, but they weren’t natural deaths. They were deaths made to look like accidents. And the worst part was not even her student Starlight Glimmer and her friend Trixie Lulamoon were spared. Whoever did this was smart, as none of the investigations turned up anything. Like whoever did this to them had clearly and methodically covered their tracks. They even had gotten to Garble so Garble could kill Spike, her number one assistant and brother. Now she had nopony. She didn’t know who to trust anymore. She just wanted to find out who killed them and bring them to justice.

“I have heard thine pain, young one. And I answer thy call.”

“Who said that?” Twilight asked, surprised by the sudden voice. “I must be imagining things now.”

“You are not imagining my voice, young one.” The voice said again.

“Who are you? What do you want?” Twilight asked, a little scared.

“Do not fear, young Twilight. I wish you no harm. I only come to you to offer assistance with finding the one who took those most dear to you.” The voice replied, it’s calming and almost fatherly voice calming Twilight’s worries.

“How? None of the investigations turned up anything.” Twilight replied, crying again. “Whoever did this to my friends, my adopted brother, even my student and her friend, covered their tracks carefully and methodically. What could you do to help?”

“Because I am sending you someone who can find out what your investigation teams could not.” the voice replied. “He will have ways of finding out that surpass your guard and police forces combined. But he will do so with honor, humility, and respect for those around him. For though he was born of a different race than those of my children, he will be reborn as one of my own, and he will be the last of my children’s kind.”

The voice then took a tone of sadness. “I have watched over your world for a long time, young Twilight. Though your species is still quite young, you still have much to learn. But I have seen the goodness in your hearts, and am willing to help you find peace with the one who has murdered your friends. Your philosophy on friendship has intrigued me, despite some problems, like Zecora. But you worked through them in the end for the better. All I ask is that you treat my last remaining child with the same care and respect as you would your friends, as I know it is what they would want you to do. Will you do that?”

Twilight’s breath hitched at the mention of her friends, even though the voice was being considerate of her feelings of what happened, it offered to help by sending it’s only remaining child to help find the killer. Twilight thought for a few minutes, before looking at the ceiling and nodding.

“Yes, I will do that. But if I may ask, what is your name?”

The voice was silent for several minutes. But then it finally answered.

It said, “You may call me Primus, the Creator of all Cybertronians. And I, too, am your friend.”