Author's Note

Hope you enjoy!

This has been my first attempt at writing anything in 4 years so I'm a bit rusty.

Have a nice day.

[Edit] This chapter will be re written in the future. If you are seeing this then it hasn't happened yet. If I'm being honest here, I couldn't read this chapter again. There is just so many things off with it. But do not worry, all chapters after this will slowly get better.

[EDIT] 26.8.24 The chapter has now been rewritten, now to do it for the rest of the chapters.

Chapter 1 Weapons of Mass Destruction (Rewritten)

Two moons hanged in the sky, one white and one green. They both casted a dim light down on the ground below their celestial bodies.

The clashing of swords, shouts of pain and the occasional war cry echoed throughout the planes. It was a grim sight, hundreds of corpses laid in the dirt, trampled on by mutated beings of pure chaos and the dirty rat men that infested these plains.

This sight of two clashing armies was reflected in the cold eyes of a single man that stood atop a hill, his eyes gazing over the hideous carnage. He held his serrated sword loosely in his right arm, while in his left he held a dark metal staff, with an ornate skull resting atop it.

A dark cloak rested upon his shoulders, slightly flowing in the soft breeze. Said cloak was attached to a hulking dark plate armour. This armour looked incredibly heavy, but the man moved as if he was surrounded by the most expensive silk instead of the menacing dark blue armour of chaos.

His helmet was of simple yet sinister design. It had a few small slits around the mouth area, just under the two eye sockets. Currently two small dark blue flames burned through the helmets eye sockets and slightly flickered in the wind. Two horns jutted out of his helmet as if in a desperate yet useless attempt at reaching for the heavens themselves.

From his shoulder plates two small spikes jutted out into the skies, a dark spike protruded out of both of his vambraces like a blade, they looked like they weren’t merely for show. The armour around his fingers ended in sharp points which meant that he could still fight even without a melee weapon.

His greaves ended in sharp spikes just above his knee in an elegant yet deadly manner, his boots shared the same design as his greaves as they ended in sharp points. It was as if the entire armour was made to be a weapon.

If anyone were to approach this figure, they would immediately feel the air around them growing colder and almost suffocating. It was as if the mere presence of this man could strike fear into anyone near him.

But some fools would still try to approach him and push their luck.

“Oh, Valgith D’avenirr.” A pitiful and frail voice spoke from behind him. The man ripped his gaze away from the slaughter happening below him as he turned to face whichever fool decided to open their stinking mouth.

The sight of a frail and starved man with long black hair came into his view. The only clothes he wore were what looked like scavenged clothes from some humanoid corpse. They stinked to high heaven and were stained with multiple different liquids. In his hands he held a thick book the size of his forearm. It looked as if he was struggling to hold it. But he didn’t dare drop it, never. He would know what followed if he did.
He stood around ten meters away from the chaos sorcerer, yet still he trembled in apparent fear.

“Y-y- your g-grimoire.” He held the locked tome above his head. His bone thin arms shaking as he did. The tome was made of some kind of tough grey animal leather with a symbol on the front, it was of a circle with multiple spikes protruding unevenly out of it. The spine of the book was reinforced with some kind of metal, and on the fore edge rested a metal lock keeping it shut.

“You are late.” The deep voice emanated from within the dark helmet. For a second the trembling man thought he saw the small flames in his helmet narrow in frustration.

The man bowed himself even deeper, his long dark hair brushed the dirt underneath his ruined boots. “I- It will never happen again.” He weakly replied.

The frail man's heart felt like it would leap out of his chest as he heard sound of heavy metal boots traversing towards him. As Valgith got closer to the man he noticed that his entire body started shaking in fear. He paid it no mind.

He let go of his serrated sword which in all logic should have dropped into the dirt, but instead slowly floated in the air next to him. His sharp gauntlet grasped the tome lovingly. The moment the grimoire left the hands of the trembling man he dropped down to his knees, his forehead touching the dirt. If one listened closely, they could hear near silent mutterings of a prayer to a higher being.

Valgith spared one last glance towards the man before turning his back to him. “Get out of my sight.”

Without sound the man left. It was as if he was afraid that a single sound would make the chaos sorcerer turn around and smite him with his serrated blade or do something even worse.

With the man now gone Valgith manipulated the purple winds and guided them into the lock. A small click emanated from it.

Opening the tome he sighed in apparent satisfaction. His gauntleted fingers flipped through the pages, until it landed on an empty one.

His gaze slowly drifted up, back to the fight. He scanned the surrounding battlefield for something. It didn’t take long for him to find what he was looking for. The corpse of a rat man that looked to be wearing a wizard cloak.

He let go of his grimoire and this too floated next to him, he then reached underneath his cloak, grasping at the small pouch that was fastened to his back. From within he took out a single long feather, which he crushed in his palm. A small glow of magic emanated from his arm that travelled to the broken feather.

Disregarding the now useless feather with a flick of his finger, his boots slowly lifted from the ground. He effortlessly flied above the battle, both his grimoire and sword followed him through the air. He then descended and landed next to a pile of corpses. A crunch echoed out from beneath his boots, as he looked down, the lifeless eyes of a rat man slave gazed up at the sky. He lifted his boot to see where he accidentally stepped just to see an imprint of his boot upon its neck. He stepped over the unnamed corpse and closed the distance to the wizard.

The wizard rat was a bit shorter than the average human, its beady little eyes stared lifelessly towards the sky. A metal staff lied next to it, covered in blood.

The rat wore a very simple grey cloak that covered it entirely, the only other notable thing about its clothing was the small satchel that was slung across its torso. Two small horns jutted out of its skull, just above its eyes.

How it had died was obvious, a hand axe was buried in its neck, a charred and severed hand still grasped onto the hilt.

Valgith stood near the corpse and without a word raised his arm towards the wizard, which in turn slowly raised up into the air where it slowly rotated in place.

Then the small brown satchel seemingly moved on its own. It flew from the body of its former master into the gauntleted palm. The moment it was in his grasp the corpse fell back into the blood-soaked dirt with a splat.

He opened the satchel and looked inside. A small book rested inside, with a few magical reagents. He pocketed anything useful and then raised the book into his view. He then opened it and quickly skimmed through it, he saw a few glimpses of spells and notes about them which caused a small chuckle to escape his throat.

He brought his own grimoire closer to him and raised the dead wizard's book next to it. Then he unceremoniously slammed the book into his own grimoire where the smaller tome seemed to melt into his own. As the book slowly got smaller it seemed that the grimoire thickened slightly as new pages materialised into being.

As the book was halfway melted into the grimoire a screeching sound emanated from somewhere behind Valgith, this in turn halted his process with the tome as he let go of both the books, reaching for his sword. This had an unfortunate effect the grimoire spitting out the tome, flinging it into the air. While it was still in the air it melted into a pool of black tar like liquid that splattered across the dirt.

The blue flames in his eye sockets turned red and seemed to increase in volume. “YOU INSOLENT FOOL!” A shout full of rage emanated from the deepest parts of his core as he turned to face whoever was foolish enough to interrupt him.

As he turned, he saw the sight of a rat man rushing at him. This rat was completely covered by a dark green cloak. A small bell was attached to its neck that chimed with each step it took. It held a mace too big for its size in both of its hands. Small green pieces of warpstone jutted out of the head of the mace.

The rat man wasn’t that close to Valgith, which in turn gave him enough time to ready his sword.

He didn’t need magic to kill this insignificant rat that was foolish enough to even attempt to attack him.

His grimoire moved behind him and snapped shut with a click as the book locked itself.

“Kill kill chaos thing!” It screamed, raising it’s mace above its head in a predictable manner.

Valgith simply stood still as the approaching rat man screamed.

Five meters. He disregarded his staff which stayed floating next to him.

Two meters. He could count every single thumb sized pimple on its nose. The rat man's hideous maw grinned.

One meter. “DIE DIE!” The rat man swung his mace.

Valgith raised his left hand, catching the mace while it was swinging downward at his upper body. The crazed screaming stopped as the rats eyes widened.

With a simple stab Valgith’s serrated blade pierced the stomach of the rat. It tried to pry its mace out of his grip, but even when it put all its strength into the action the mace did not budge. It coughed, a small spray of blood scattering on Valgith’s armour, staining the dark armour with blood.

Valgith pushed the mace out of his hand, this in turn made the entire rat man fall backwards from the weight of the weapon. The blade left its stomach with a squelch as it fell backwards and with a splat it impacted the mud.

A sliver of anger remained in the red flames as they slowly turned a back to their original dark blue colour.

With an irritated sigh Valgith turned to face the main battle as his eyes gazed across the corpses for any other wizards.

Not spotting anything of significance his gaze hovered over to the main front line. Hundreds of followers of chaos stabbed, cleaved and impaled various rat men.

The flames over his eyes narrowed in frustration as his staff floated back into his grasp.

He pointed the staff towards the front line. He was at an angle where if he decided to cast a big spell it would mostly impact the rats.

A small fire suddenly sprung to life at the tip of his staff. With a few arcane words and a forward thrust with his staff, the once small flame lit up into a surging fireball, now thrice the size of a humanoid head was sent flying towards the mass of rats. A trail of smoke followed the fireball as it hurled onward. And with a giant explosion, multiple rats were flung in every which direction, some with all their limbs attached and some without.

This battle would have long been over if the forces of chaos would have taken out the skaven weapon teams, such as the ratling gunners and the warpfire throwers early in the fight. It looked like the last plan of the Skaven was to shield the weapons teams from all sides while they do all the main damage to the army Valgith accompanied.

As the forces of chaos slowly pushed the frontline towards their weapon teams, Valgith spotted something interesting near them. A skaven that seemed like another wizard. He was maniacally laughing next to a few warpfire throwers while casting spells. Flashes of green lighting impacted a wall of heavily armoured chaos warriors, all sent by the skaven wizard.

Valgith noted that the wizard seemed to be of a higher position than the one he saw before, evident by the black armour that it wore.

Not soon after Valgith saw the wizard, his staff glowed with a purple aura, he then pointed the tip of his staff towards the wizard. Not soon after the wizard seemed to stop it's manic laughter as it grasped at it's chest. The brown fur that were exposed slowly turned white as the purple glow on Valgith's staff increased in size.

The staff the skaven wizard held glowed with a green colour before he fell down. One of the skaven next to the wizard seemed to rummage through it's former masters stuff before scurrying away.

Valgith did not know what spell the wizard had cast but he cast a few defensive spells nonetheless.

It didn't take long for him to see what was the result of the spell. A cylindrical object fell from the skies above, Valgith felt a sinking feeling in his stomach.

Then the object impacted the ground.

Another spell readied on his staff but before he could cast it, a giant green explosion shook the ground, causing his concentration on the spell to brake. As the green wall of fire enveloped over him, he felt the winds of magic violently explode from his staff. Both the intense blast of a miscast and the green fire overwhelmed his senses until all went black.

Slowly the darkness faded and he heard the pleasant sound of birds chirping, wind rustling the leaves of trees and his slow breathing underneath his helmet.

His limbs felt off, as if every single on of his bones had been broken, rearranged and then healed. With a slow groan his eyes slowly opened, the sight of a forest floor greeted his eyes. Tall trees reached up into the heavens and their leaves blocked most of the sunlight, casting the forest below in shadow.

"How am I still alive?" The moment the words escaped his lips, he knew something was wrong. Gone was the intimidating and deep voice of the feared man, replaced by that of a small child.

He tried getting up from the grass floor, but found it to be more difficult than it should have been. As he tired to rise and get both of his feet underneath him, he fell backwards and landed back on to the grass with a thud.

"What in damnation is going on?" Valgith questioned, irritation clear in his voice. He finally took a look at his surroundings, he spotted his serrated sword lying on the grass next to him, but he couldn't spot his staff nor grimoire anywhere.

He then took in the forest in more detail. He noted that he was clearly in a different place that he had been in mere moments ago, his eyes scanned for any immediate dangers around him but he found none.

He then lowered his gaze at himself, but he froze when he saw himself. Where both his arms and legs would be, he now had hooves. He still wore his armour but it had been transformed to fit his new body. He turned his neck and noticed that he could turn it a lot farther than before, he could easily see his back. Another thing he noticed was that he now had a pair of bat like wings folded on his sides, it seemed that the new form of his chaos armour covered the top of his wings, shielding his new bones from all forms of damage.

"Am I a horse?" He could do nothing more than ask the obvious in his befuddled state. He raised his front hoof up to his face and he inspected it in great detail. "A horse that can talk."

He had heard of weird tests that the chaos gods liked to pull to make their followers prove themselves, but he had never heard of them turning their followers into pegasi. Usually if they wanted to mutate their followers they would look a lot more horrific, and their tests usually consisted of proving one's self in battle than just turning someone into a horse and dumping them in some forest.

Was this a test? Or was it something else entirely? He did not have enough information about his current situation to come to any form of conclusion.

Valgith grunted as he stood up once more, this time taking to account the fact that he was now a quadruped. Standing up was the easy part, now he had to figure out how to walk.

He took a step forward, then another and then he fell flat on his stomach. An irritated growl escaped his throat.

He got up once again and tried again, this time he was able to take three steps before falling over.

The next hour or so passed with much of the same, Valgith took a few steps forward only to fall back into the grass. Chunks of the green blades stuck to his armour, dirtying the otherwise dark blue equipment. But eventually he got the hang of it, he was able to walk once more. Emphasis on walk, every time he tried to run he'd fall face first into the dirt.

Now that he had mastered the incredible feat of walking with four legs, he had to figure out how to pick up his sword.

Valgith thought about using his hooves at first, but quickly disregarded that idea. It would obviously be impossible to pick something up with hooves.

The next idea that popped into his mind was to use his mouth, but that idea felt humiliating, so he disregarded it. Another idea popped into his mind, he could simply use magic, there was one problem though. He wasn't sure if he could cast spells in this new body, if he could, his new body would certainly make it a lot harder to do so.

A dreadful thought ran across Valgith's mind at the inability of casting spells. So he had to try, if he didn't even try then selling his soul for magic all those years ago would've been in vain.

He raised his front right leg, pointed at his sword and he tried to channel the winds of magic to his will, surprisingly the simple technique that he had mastered long ago did nothing. The blade still laid in the grass as if it was taunting him.

The raised hoof came down with a stomp, disturbing the dirt underneath his leg.

"What? This is impossible! I did everything right!" Valgith's childlike voice trembled, he had indeed done everything right, the focus on the object, the channeling of the spell itself and the manipulation of the winds of magic.

He raised his front leg back up to point at the sword and tried to cast the same telekinesis spell again. The blade didn't move, it simply laid on the grass.

Another growl escaped his throat as he stomped his leg in the grass again. Hot rage boiled inside of his blood.

"Tzeen! Was my sacrifice not enough? Have my actions offended you? I gave my life to ruination and this is how you repay me?!" He yelled at the heavens, he felt his forehead heat up but this did not stop his wrath. "I dedicated my life to chaos and you turn me into a horse as some sort of reward?" A wrathful scream erupted from the deepest parts of his core, following closely behind it was the release of the heat on his forehead. Somehow in his rage, Valgith hadn't seen the mass of dark energy gathering on his horn, something that he hadn't spotted before. In a violent blast, a black flamed ball of fire shot out from his horn and it burned through the trees above him. It hurled across the skies, Valgith followed it with his eyes until it was too small to see.

He stood still for a few moments, his anger slowly turned into contemplation.

'This is progress, however for some reason the winds of magic do not respond to my attempts at controlling it, yet I could still cast a spell, even if I do not know what kind it was, or how I even did it' Valgith tapped the base of his helmet in thought, the sound of metal meeting metal echoed out.

Now that he had thought about the winds of magic, Valgith realised that they weren't even blowing in this region. It felt way more calm than normal, it was almost as if the winds of magic didn't reach into this place. Something that would be quite unlikely.

'Well I think that finding out how to cast spells again is pretty high on my priority list, but first I have to figure out where I am.' He brought his hoof down from his chin and walked to his sword. He grimaced, as the only way he could pick up the sword, was to use his mouth.

He sat down for a second to raise his helmet with both of his hooves, when the helmet was removed from his head, the illusion of blue fire in the eye sockets of the helmet faded away. As his head was fully freed from the helmet a mess of dark hair fell down and obscured his vison, an irritated growl came from his throat yet again. Valgith preferred to keep his hair relatively short, to not obscure his vision in the heat of battle but he didn't have time to waste on a haircut right now. He stood back up and laid his helmet on his back, he tried to balance it in a way that it wouldn't drop down into the dirt. He quickly noted that he could shift the position of his wings slightly so the helmet wouldn't fall. He did so, and took a few steps towards his blade, happy that he could be sure that the helmet wouldn't fall while walking, he shifted his attention towards his blade.

A sigh escaped his lips as he slowly bit down on the metal handle of the broad sword, compared to the new body of his, the sword looked like a greatsword. Somehow the broad sword in Valgith's mouth wasn't unbearably heavy, he could carry it in his mouth with little effort.

'Now all I need is to find civilization or any other landmarks.' Valgith thought as he picked a random direction and started walking.

Rainbow Dash was taking a pleasant nap on one of the clouds above ponyville, a small smile on her face as she dreamed. The soft cloud felt nice to lay on, until it wasn't. The cloud under her suddenly vanished and she fell a few meters towards the ground, until she fully woke up from her nap, and took flight mid air to not impact the ground underneath.

"What was that?" Rainbow exclaimed in surprise. She looked around for her cloud or anypony who could have destroyed it, but as she looked behind her, she saw a ball of dark fire moving away from her, she realised that this ball had been incredibly close to hitting her. She also just noticed a faint trail of smoke that it had left in the air. Rainbow looked back, seeing that the trail of smoke originated from the everfree forest.

She realised that this might be something dangerous, and she decided that the best course of action was to fly to the golden oak library, talk with Twilight and tell her all about this situation. Surely she had answers to what she just experienced.

In a flash Rainbow took off, flying towards golden oak library, leaving a rainbow colored trail behind her.

Arriving at the library, she flew down to the door and knocked twice before letting herself in.

"Twilight you won't believe what I just saw!" Rainbow exclaimed while slightly hovering above ground, her wings flapping.

Rainbow spotted Twilight inside the oak library, the unicorn was reading a scroll, but not just any scroll, it bore the mark of a royal seal. Rainbow also saw a mix of worry and determination on Twilight's face.

"Everything okay Twilight?" The blue mare asked.

Twilight looked up from her scroll. "The princess said that there was a giant surge of dark magic coming from the Everfree forest, Rainbow can you get the rest of the girls here? I need a bit of time to prepare."

Rainbow did a quick salute and in a flash was already above ponyville, heading towards the rest of the element bearers.