Seated within the center of reality, existing outside of time and space is a place known as the Council of Creation.

This place floats within a sea of stars, a vast Citadel of vast technology beyond anything that can be made by mortal hands. It is a gargantuan sphere of black metal with golden veins of unknown energy pumping through the sphere. This where the beings known as the Celestial stand watch over all of creations.

These ancient beings were once part of their own universe but their technology and power launched them beyond the laws of a natural universe. They became observers of the many multi-verses around them. For time they were content with this. Soon however, a question popped into the council's mind? What is the truth of reality? Is it good? Is it evil? Is it somewhere in between? The council of twelve was split into three groups: Those who believed in good…those who believed in evil and those believed in neither.

This question and the factions it created among the Celestials perplexed them for eons. They continued to watch as mortals of good and evil struggled against each. Each faction claimed they were right when a mortal gained victory in their own universe. Still the debate raged almost devolving into all out war.

A Celestial by the name of Callus produced a plan to avoid this war. He spoke to the rest of the council that they should give the universe another thousand years and watch. If there was no clear winner by then…then they would meet again to discuss a plan of action. Today is that day.

Location: The Center of The Council of Creation.

A massive arena made for giants pulsing with energy that offers a soft light to the shadows that cloak those seated in their thrones. A single spotlight flashes against one throne. Upon it is an entity the size of a skyscraper seated in the cold metallic throne. His skin is also metallic in nature the same ebony color as the throne he seated in. He wears a black and white robe with a hood that covers most of his face. With his square robotic face are two sets of glowing eyes that pulse with the same golden energy as the citadel itself.

“Callus…there is still no victory.” A voice calls out from one of the thrones.

“THEN IT IS WAR.” Another angry voice calls out from a different shaded throne.

Callus raises a single hand to silence them all. “My fellow Celestials, if we go to war all of creation will face oblivion. I suggest a different course of action.”

“Have you not wasted a thousand years of our time alright!?” The angry voice spoke again.

“Let him at least speak.” A calm femme voice called out from a different throne.

“I am not asking you to wait any longer. I am asking you all to use a surrogate for our disagreement.” As he spoke a ball of light formed in his hand. He tossed it in the center of the empty arena and the light formed into many portals of images of people across the multiverse. Heroes, villains and everything in between.

There was chatter among the Celestials. Callus hand balled into a fist and hit the top of the arm of his throne, the sounds shattering the debate before it could even get started.

“This will be a contest of champions. We will all pick the strongest, most cunning and most gifted among the mortals. We place them in an arena that is under our control and make them fight. Who is left standing will be our answer. This will end our debate my brothers and sisters.” His voice rang out as the rest of the council approved of this action.

Callus' eyes focused on two sets of images. One of a certain set of colorful ponies. A certain group of friends and their mentors the sun and the moon. The other image was that armored knight standing on a barren wasteland. A slayer of gods….and one who holds….a DARK soul. This would be the beginning of…..The End.

Meanwhile in Ponyville:

Twilight was tossing and turning in her bed. She sat up from it covered in sweat. Panic eyes darted around the dark room. There was nothing but the crystal walls that surrounded her. She let a few deep breaths before finally letting the calm of the night take her yet again. This was the third night this had happened.

She didn’t turn on the light. She simply causes her purple horn to glow, lighting up the darkness. It was of course the dead of night. As it had been for the last few nights this happened. She was done with this and tomorrow she was going to ask Luna to watch her dreams. She could even remember them when she woke up. She woke up feeling…heavy as if something happened in a dream that was at the tip of her tongue but she couldn’t remember it.

A glass of water. That’s what she needed. She hopped out of bed and slowly began to make her way to the kitchen. The castle was cold at night. On top of that she was beat. Night after night this was taking its toll on her. The bags under her eyes were beginning to worry her friends. She always tried power though it and thought it was just growing into being an Alicorn princess.

As she entered the kitchen she was beginning to think this was more Alicorn thing. Something nagging at the back of her head. She even tried a recall spell and nothing happened. Not knowing what was going was eating more than missing sleep. As her magic lifted a glass out of the cupboard and a pitcher of ice water.

Voice echoed all around her. Breaking her concentration as the glass shattered against the kitchen floor.
“You have been chosen.” Several voices chanted in the air around. Her eyes scanned the room for the source of the voices yet their chanting began louder.

“W-what?” She was all she got out as a swirling mass of energy appeared around her and she vanished into thin air leaving nothing but a burn mark behind.

Author's Note

Sorry if this short for now but, I really loved this idea wanted to push it out.

This be semi-interactionable story. I will be accepting ideas for universe to use for this. I will also be accepting OCs for this storyline! The OC form will be at bottom of this.

This will be heavy combat/drama storyline. Please be aware of that. Alot of crossovers and what not. I would also love some comments on it and storyline suggestions. Happy reading.

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