Equestria Quest: The Chaos Lord

Within the grand scheme of the cosmos lies the world of Lore, a beautiful land of magic and adventure where many of the wonderful stories ever to spread throughout the multiverse are born. This world is also the battle field between the dimensions of the Realm of Light and the Realm of Darkness who both wielded armies at their Champion's command.

The forces Light and Darkness joined together to create The Alliance and with a nameless hero fought the Forces of Chaos, led by the Champion of Chaos, Drakath and his thirteen lords of Chaos. The chaos lords help Drakath complete a prophecy to summon a truly greater evil, The Queen of Monsters. She is the physical embodiment of the plain of Chaos, an energy that was beyond Light and Darkness and could take over both with ease as an infectious disease.

The hero of Lore has defeated most of the lords of chaos in titanic battles of the mind and body, but the first lord of chaos who was defeated and humiliated by the hero did not simply sulk into the shadow.

In the swamplands of the major continent of Lore, under the brilliant full moon the frogs began their nightly ritual of croaking and eating flies, but one frog did not join in. This little frog was on top of a small dirt hill with six old books surrounding a rock circle. The frog spoke to himself as his ghoul minion finished the preparations.

“In a matter of minutes I’ll be free of this cursed form.” Sang the frog with clear joy in his voice.

“My lord is pleased with Vile’s work?” groveled the ghoul named Vile hoping for kind words from his frog friend.

“Yes my dull witted fiend. It was truly a blessing for me to find a ghoul who can talk.”

It was indeed for five years as a slim covered frog was a humiliating nightmare that Escherion could not stand, fortunately Escherion discovered a hidden cove in the swamp one dark night full of ghouls with no masters. The leader of these ghouls was a older ghoul who could talk named Vile. Escherion told this ghoul his sad tale and Vile decided to help Escherion in exchange for his knowledge of magic to aid his people.

“Thank you my lord, Vile is happy to steal these magic books from school of mages for you.”

“Yes Now did you get the reversal potion?

“Yes my lord.”

As instructed Vile poured the potion on the rock circle and began to chant ancient magic he learned from his master. Within the light of the full moon, the circle glowed a bright sliver and the books lifted into the air above the frog. The silver light of magic began to turn a dark purple as something was interfering with the spell.

“My Lord!!” screamed the ghoul as the frog was engulfed in the purple light.

The frog was filled with the chaotic magic that he use to wield before he became a slimy frog and was soon to burst into little green pieces.

“Polymorph!!!” Frantically screamed the Frog as he began to grow into a more humanoid form.

The light faded as Vile stopped the chanting to see if his master was indeed alive. To his joy not only was his master fine but the spell worked to perfection. From the light the frog was now a human clad in dark purple battle mages cloth-robe adored with old skulls and an iron helm with a clothed hood.

“Finally the spell is broken!”

“Yes my lord, now the cosmos is blessed with the return of Chaos Lord Wscherion….”

“Don’t say that name!!!”

“My Lord?”

“You fool, if you say that name in this realm my former master will be alerted and come here in to place me back into that lesser form, now that I am no use to him.”

“A thousand pardons lord of chaos…” begged Vile franticly.

With a snap of his fingers, a chaos infected staff appeared out of thin air. The power of the staff was truly grand as the chaos energy filled the staff to the brim within, ready to spread the Chaorruption.

“Good, my staff of inversion is well rested and ready to serve me.”

“Master, where do we go? The Champion of Chaos or the Hero of Lore may find us if we try anything.”

“Yes…”

Escherion knew Vile had a good point; there was nowhere to go without being attack on sight. No neither light or darkness would accept his help with his past sins. Fortunately Escherion had a backup plan he created while he spent five years as a cursed frog.

“We must leave this realm as soon as possible, but first Vile gather all the ghoul allies you have, we will leave to a new world, a fresh start…”

Vile left to gather his people as Escherion cast a spell on the staff of inversion in search of a new world.

In Equestria….

It was another beautiful day for two ponies traveling on the train to appleloosa for the annual apple pie contest. Applejack, a strong farm earth pony with her friend Pinkie Pie, a very hyper pink earth pony made the tastiest pie that could make for the contest. There other friend were too busy to come with them but wished them luck, except for twilight sparkle, a lavender alicorn who heard that the contest was also to celibate appleloose’s new library.

“Pinky, calm down will yaw, we aren’t there yet.” Said applejack trying to get her friend Pinky pie to stop jumping across the passenger train car. Of course pinky was too excited to listen, as twilight rolled her eye then continued reading one of her traveling books.

In Lore…

Escherion began to prepare to create a portal to a new land using the staff of inversion. The spell was going fine until out of nowhere a booming voice startled him.

“My first lord has indeed broken the inversion spell, well done Escherion.” boomed a voice with a smug attitude.

“Drakath!!!”

“Yes my little lord, you should have known that I would not let you go on now that you have no use to me.”

“I'm done serving you, I’ll be the master of my own realm.”

“Fool, you could never defeat me, in fact ill make sure you never try to oppose me.”

Drakath stopped talking and from the staff of inversion a beam of purple chaos energy struck Escherion causing him to vanish to parts unknown. Vile returned to see his master was gone and all that remain was a pile of ash and the tentacle covered staff.

Escherion awoke with a terrible headache, his skin felt like it was on fire and an odd craving for apples. Looking down at himself, he froze in shock. He had been made into a small, purple pony with a black mane and tail, on his flank was an image of black frog. He clearly did not like this as he screamed like he was being set on fire.

"Blasted Drakath!! You put me in this trash!! Why didn’t you kill me?!”

“Because this is more chaotic my little pony.” echoed Drakath's fading voice.

There Escherion was, in a new realm but as a pony, He tried to walk on the desert floor in his new body, after falling down many times he sat down, put his hooves to his face and thought to himself.

“This is going to be a long day.”