Author's Note

This is just a concept I wanted to put into the written word. It is still a WIP and I wanted to see how people would receive this concept here.

Chapter 1: The Diary Of A Missing Pony

Some say that this pony was a crazed Stallion. They say he was so mad that he created the book of the dark arts. Others say that he was corrupted by his own abilities to call forth dark energies from the void. Neither side could recollect where these stories came from nor could they find any relics or information from the time these stories were set. Until now, what I am going to transcribe is a diary of a pony from the archaic times of Old Equestria.

The date that has been written down on the first page is the 3rd year of the Molten Queen. From that alone is quite a rare find, this piece of history is from the very, very first settling tribe of ponies in Equestrian history. The language used here is the first modern take of its kind that ponies used to communicate with. I am filled with so much joy to be the one pony entrusted with this task. Thank you, Princess Celestia.

Here is the first entry:

Day 1, 3rd cycle of our Molten Queen: Queen Froyen

Today marks the first day on our journey from the capital of Equeen. Brother and I have been entrusted with the task of finding out the meaning of the magics of everyday life from our queen. Our direction has been routed towards Oragoth, the travel there would take 5 cycles of the sun and 4 cycles of the moon. We have packed enough to get through towards Geldoroth, the Valley of the Dragonian. We hope to trade and rest there.

I do have an odd feeling that we would need to rest at Evercrest, I do not wish to stay there for the horses that reside there are queer to the rules of the land… Sorthath has come to collect me to travel with him. I must go, I shall come back to document the findings of our travels.

End of entry one.

This is quite fascinating, the names of the places in Equestria are difficult to read in this language. But before I continue to translate the passages further, I feel I must make clear what we call these places today.

Equeen is now called Canterlot.
Oragoth is now called Las Pegasus.
Geldoroth, the Valley of the Dragonian is now called Ghastly Gorge.
Evercrest is now called Ponyville but it was also engulfed by the Everfree Forest.

Day 2, 3rd cycle of our Molten Queen: Queen Froyen

My odd feeling was correct, I do wish that they never come true but I stand here in this queer place of Evercrest. *sigh* The horses here are as untamed and quite feral for this age of formality, they reek of wet mud and rotting fruit.
In any case, we have made it safe and sound. Sorthath and I plan to stay here one moon cycle. While my brother was browsing the unkempt stalls in the markets, I came across a shop full of tomes not known to the horses of Equeen.
As curiosity demands attention, I followed mine into that shop and what I found was quite exciting. The air was quite thick upon entrance from the outside. That did not deter me from browsing the maple shelves. I found an interesting spine from my mindless looking, the spine was that of silver and encrusted with bright gems embedded in the binding of the book. Once I opened it, the book’s front index grabbed my attention from the very first chapter, as it was titled “Mysteries Of The Magical World”. I was amazed by this find because it was written in the language of our fated creator Gilldahara.

I have been reading this tome for many shadows of this day’s sunlight. Sorthath has only just come back to our tavern room. He is showing me a glowing yellow gemstone that looks as if it were to be created by the heavens thunder, and lightning.

It is time to sleep, we have a long way ahead of us. Till daylight my newfound friend.

End of entry two.

This is just amazing, this diary may actually hold the information of the creation to the natural order of magics used here in Equestria. Please bear with me, Gilldahara, was believed to be the creator of everything in many old texts of the religion that ruled Equestria for over 700 years. This tome that the pony writing in this diary found, must have been old even when they found it. The sheer ability to read that book would have been a massive undertaking for that pony.

I do apologise, this information has brought more questions in my head than answering them. I shall continue to translate the passages.

Day 3, 3rd cycle of our Molten Queen: Queen Froyen

We have made it to the outskirts of this accursed forest, the vines are quite annoying to deal with even with my knowledge of magics. My horn is quite worn and tired. We shall rest a little longer here in this grove I found. Sorthath has taken charge in my absence, I shall take a breath and explain what I have learned from reading this tome. I shall call it the “Natural order”, it in itself does not have a title engraved on the cover. So I found it fitting of the title I gave it.

I will summarise what I have learned so far from my skimming of its pages. The book’s first chapter gives you a generalized version of the happenings of the world around us, the wind, the water, the earth, and the living things on and in it. They are made up of the creator’s blood, sweat and words spoken. I find this very interesting because the book says that every breath the crater takes, even now, are the gusts of wind that blow every sun cycle. The rain and water are from the sweat that he has shed throughout the ages…

Ahh, we are free. I shall talk to you again soon my friend.

End of entry three.

I need to find this book they speak of, it may hold the secrets to our magics and way of harmony. It must be found at all costs… Let’s continue, shall we?

Night 2, 3rd cycle of our Molten Queen: Queen Froyen

We have reached Geldoroth, sadly we are behind in distance traveled, we must make haste after our trade this night. Sorthath is slightly dejected at the news of this but understands how important it is to travel towards Oragoth. This pitiful leader of the Dragonian has requested our trade. I shall take my time to grant him an audience.

My Queen Froyen has requested I trade some gold pieces for the Dragonian king’s crystal of light. I fear he will not take to mere gold metal, I also fear that the request that Lizard has in store is quite immense.

…

My fears were met in kind, that lizard has taken my tome as well as the gold we were sent out with, but, we have made the trade and we now have the crystal of light. I am saddened but I knew the cost of that trade was too high, I just hope that the magics in that tome are lizard repealed. Time to make haste.

Till next I write,

Berath…

End of entry four.

Berath and Sorthath?

Aha, I remember them being written about. They were the sons of the Molten Queen: Queen Froyen. It was documented that Queen Froyen was in favor of her two sons, so much so, that she would have only them to do her bidding no matter how secret the task or how bloody the war…

Queen Froyen’s family was held in the highest of regard. They also were believed to be descendants of Gilldahara, the creator. Most of the recorded history of their actions and political strategies have been wiped from the face of the planet.

Also, the information from the Dragonian race has also been wiped from the face of the planet as well, I know that both the dragons and us ponies have strived really hard to recover both of our pasts. Alas, we have never been able to find their whereabouts.

That also reminds me, that the crystal of light has gone missing too. The most important records of Equestrian history are just gone. I hope the next entries can help.

Day 5, 3rd cycle of the Molten Queen: Queen Froyen

Oragoth has now been reached, behold our dedication my Queen. We made lost time and have gained another stronghold for your empire. Your foresight has shown us the way to this city and we have tamed it with mere words and one gift. The crystal of light has been placed in the center of the markets and the horses here have rejoiced in its fitting.
Time for rest, may we dream of dreams grand and bold. I have sent word to your hooves of our accomplishments here, my Queen.

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Tis night, all is well in the tavern room of Berath and Sorthath. I have felt the greatest of rests in my lifetime. Sorthath is no longer here in this room, but the smell of freshly baked food has wafted through the window and has my empty stomach under an iron grip. I shall return from stuffing my muzzle full of whatever is making that delectable smell.

…

Upon returning, I have noticed that Sorthath had not. His bed is currently still messed up and cold. This is not like him to wonder, we have always returned to where ever we have set to rest at the same time. I must search for him, for I am beset with fear.

I shall return to you, my friend.

End of entry five.

I do not like how this adventure has turned into this search and rescue effort. It has been recorded that the Queen’s two sons indeed disappeared. To where? No pony knows, even for that time the Queen somehow knew that her rule was to crumble to two warring states, vying for power and control over Equestria… The next entry has a massive gap from day 5, it continues at night 39.

Night 39, 3rd cycle of the Molten Queen: Queen Froyen

It has been 35 cycles of the moon and there is still no trace of my brother, the horses of Oragoth have graciously offered me permanent residence here. For that I am grateful. My Queen has granted that I stay here as long as it takes to find Sorthath.

I shall search his belongings for some answers, maybe I have missed something.

…

A strange thing happened, the yellow gemstone reacted to the crystal of light. First, the gemstone started to vibrate softly as I got closer to the crystal. So I decided to place the gemstone on the surface of it, and both the crystal and gemstone melded together and showed a map of Meltorath. Could this be the sign I have been praying for ??

It is all I have at this point in time. I am coming brother, please stay there.

Mo-Mother I know you are displeased with me not referring to you as Queen, But I fear this might be the last time I may send you scrolls of our whereabouts and tasks. Because I need to head to Tartarus in Meltorath.

Please grant me strength, mother. I’m scared.

End of entry six.

Berath must have been in such terror at that thought, was it because he had to travel towards the badlands? He was one of the calmest and most collected minds at that time, why did this shake him up like this?

O-Oh Meltorath is now called The Badlands. Why would he need to go to Tartarus?

Day 47, 3rd cycle of the Molten Queen: Queen Froyen

I have made it to the edge of Meltorath, I can see the gate to hell, to Tartarous.

I can no longer bring you with me, my friend. I must bury you so that you are safe. You will not be alone though, I shall keep you company with this rune stone. I have imbued it with my magics, and I shall use it to trap my findings here with you.

Think of it as a device you can keep track of my movements.

Wish me well dear friend, I shall never forget you.

My final entry of this journey to Oragoth,

Berath.

End of entry seven.

Did he bury it in the badlands?, near the old gate to Tartarous? I must notify Princess Celestia at once.

End of Translation,

Dr, Amber Zephyr.