Quest to Zephyr Heights: A My Little Pony / BioShock Infinite Crossover

"And the Prophet shall lead all the ponies to an everlasting peace."

Thats what was engraved onto the shape of a scroll on the large stained-glass window. The window depicted a large figure of a pegasus, the prophet apparently, with pink fur and a curved periwinkle mane, standing over a crowd of pegasi. She pointed to a city enshrouded in clouds on top of a mountain in the distance.

"Huh," Prospect said to herself. She stepped a hoof out of the pod and recoiled. The floor of this church was covered with a thin, hoof-high layer of water. Prospect exhaled and exited the room through the elaborately carved stone archway.

The next room had candle-filled alcoves that surrounded a large stone statue of the "Prophet" with her hooves outstretched. Quiet humming could be heard, singing some kind of hymn. Prospect took the opportunity to look around the church. There were two extra rooms, both of which featured more stain-glass windows.

One showed the "Prophet" holding two bundles with pegasi fillies. "The Prophet's seeds shall inherit the great haven and spread peace."

The other one depicted a white pegasus with a serene expression. Her wings were outstretched, and her hot pink mane was styled into a curved point. "The fallen seed shall be renewed by the filly." A shrine had been built around this window, with worshippers leaving pink petals and feathers from their wings as offerings.

"So... this is clearly some kind of cult," Prospect commented to herself. She waded through the water and floating candles, finally approaching an exit that opened up to a staircase leading down. A single pegasus garbed in gold robes stood by, his green wings folded in an angelic fashion.

"Excuse me," Prospect called out to the pegasus, "Where am I?"

The green stallion chuckled, "Why sister, you're home! The safe haven of Equestria, or at least until the great peace."

"Right, thanks," Prospect waved a hoof before exiting down the stairs, "I'd better keep the questions to myself, better not attract attention," she said to herself perfidiously.

As she trotted down the stairs, Prospect took note of more stained-glass windows, each showing symbols that matched those in the lighthouse earlier.

The pink shape of a butterfly, benignitas.

A cloud with a rainbow-hued lightning bolt, humilitas.

And a purple star with white sparkles, potentia.

The spiral staircase ended, leading into a larger room with an even deeper layer of water before. The singing from earlier had grown louder, with words being sung along. Prospect slowly made her way along the channel, suddenly noticing she wasn't alone.

Golden-robed pegasi waded through the channels alongside her, their heads bowed, and their eyes peacefully closed. The worshippers were all congregating at the other end of the chamber, where light could be seen through an archway, an exit.

"And every few moons on this day of days, we recommit ourselves to our city, to our Prophet, Queen Haven," said a preacher, the gray-maned pegasus projecting his voice over the amassed group of worshipers. He continued his sermon, "We recommit through sacrifice, and give thanks through the sweet water of baptism! And lo, may the gifts of the Princess and the Martyrs shine upon the glorious golden heights of our fair city! If our Prophet had merely expelled the hordes of savages from the north, it would have been enough. If our Prophet had merely cleansed the hives of the soul-sucker, who seeked to subsist on our love for our kind, it would have been enough. If our Prophet had only accepted the gifts of the Princess and led us to our safe haven, it would have been enough. If our Prophet had only suffered from the sacrifice of the seed at the hooves of the traitor, it would have been enough. If our Prophet had only committed herself to this glorious day and not to the riddance of the Vox Demissa, it would have still been enough!"

He paused as Prospect entered the circle of ponies. "Is it somepony new?" he asked, staring blankly with his glassy eyes, for the preacher seemed to be blind, "A pony from the world below? Our fellow sister who has come to be cleansed in the sacred waters of Zephyr Heights?"

"Look," Prospect said sternly to the delusional stallion, "I just need passage into the city."

The preacher laughed, "Passage into the city? Fellow sister of the skies, the only way into Zephyr Heights is through rebirth in the water of baptism."

Prospect sighed, "I just need to pass through."

The preacher reached out a hoof, "Will you be cleansed sister?"

The pegasi around her began to chant, shouting for a cleansing.

With reluctance, and no other choice, she took the preacher's hoof, who grabbed her and spun her into his grasp.

"I baptize you," he shouted in an animated fashion, "in the name of our Prophet, in the name of the Martyrs, in the name of our kind! And she shall be born once again in the open wings of Zephyr Heights!"

His hooves grabbed Prospect's mane, and shoved her into the water. She came up coughing and sputtering for air. She flailed her limbs, but the preacher pony had surprisingly strong grip.

"I don't know my brothers and sisters of the sky," the preacher screamed to the cheering worshippers, "But she doesn't look clean to me!"

He dunked her again and again as everything faded to black.

Someone knocked on the door.

Prospect lifted her head off the desk in a stupor. "Who? Who's there?"

"Bring us the girl and wipe away your debt," answered a voice on the other side of the door.

Prospect stood up, "What do want?"

"You made a deal Ms. Cover! Open this door right now!"

"I already told you once... I'm not going to do it!"

"Ms. Cover! This is not up for debate!"

The knocking continued. Prospect relented, and groggily stumbled to the door and opened it, bathing the room with orange light. Beyond was Equestria. An Equestria that was burning.

Prospect woke up gasping for air. She coughed up water, raising her face out of the a reflecting pool. "That idiot priest needs to learn the difference between baptizing a pony and drowning one," she commented, knocking the water out of her ears, "I need to find a landmark and figure out what the heck this place is.

She looked around. The pool she pool she was standing in was the front of a garden. The church tower loomed overhead behind her. Up ahead was a set of stairs that ran up to path that winded between blooming flowers and bushes.

Various golden robed pegasi milled about, most whom were stopping and praying in front of three large statues that stood above the rest of the garden. Prospect walked by, listening in to some of the pegasus pilgrims.

One pegasus kneeled in front of a statue of a pegasus with a curved mane. The statue wore a stone necklace with a jewel in the shape of a butterfly. "Dear martyr of kindness, may you bring providence to us," the pony pilgrim prayed, "With your gift of kindness may we be open to those less fortunate than our kind and spread Zephyr Height's prosperity to Equestria. Sister Fluttershy, hear my prayer."

Another pegasus was crouched in front of another statue of a pegasus with a short, rough mane with many highlights. The statue wore a stone necklace with a jewel in the shape of a lightning bolt. "As paragon of virtue, a rebel against ignorance and tyranny," the pony said quietly, "I ask that you share with us your gift of humility. A gift so that Zephyr Heights may shine like a beacon in the darkness, yet remain steadfast. Sister Rainbow Dash, hear my prayer."

The last statue was the largest of the three, and the stone pegasus had a long, straight mane. On her head was a stone crown, with a sparkle-shaped crystal embedded on top. Multiple pilgrims were crouched around the statue, all of whom were quietly praying. "She who united Equestria, and gave up her magic for our new haven," one pony prayed, "Watch over us, and give us your gift of power, so that our city may be shielded from all fear and doubt. Princess Twilight, hear my prayer."

Prospect rolled her eyes and blew a raspberry upon hearing these prayers, "They might be able to make a city fly, but its still got it's fair share of fools. Alright, still got the girl to find."

She left the garden, brushing aside the hummingbirds that frolicked in the flowers, and approached the large, ornate wooden door at the exit.

"Hear goes," Prospect exhaled to herself as she pushed the door open and exited out into Zephyr Heights.