Alpha's Sojourn

ALPHA'S SOJOURN

In the deepest recesses of the Everfree where not even the faintest trace of light dared to enter lay a cave sealed since ages long passed, within lay a timeless creature chained to the very earth itself. As the gentle rising and falling of its chest continued an ancient heart with countless beats skipped, as a crack was heard reverberating through the dank, dark abyss. Instantaneously an arm flew up as the heavy golden, enchanted chain quickly strained against the growing force on the manacles melted onto its wrists. Before the cracks echo could even dissipate the chains were ripped out of the wall along with a good chunk of stone

"That makes one," boomed the voice belonging to the owner of the arm "now for the other"

meanwhile in Ponyville

Today marked a very special day for Twilight Sparkle more so than Hearts Warming Eve, Nightmare Night, or even the annual book fair. Today was in fact the book restoration day for the library and by some less than less than legal means she was even able to obtain the books to be delivered to canterlot and have them taken to the Ponyville library instead. As she poured over supervision of the sorting of the books by Spike, she noticed a stray book on the floor. Before she pestered Spike with yet another inane request she noticed the book, an old leatherbound tome with a fading title. Alpha's Sojourn she noted.

"Hey spike have you ever seen this book around the library before," questioned the librarian.

"No. it's probably one of those canterlot ones you got. Why did you get those books anyways," retorted the reptilian assistant.

"Hey if the Princess didn't want me reading all of this blackmagic she would've tried harder to hide them now wouldn't she," snapped the book worm.

"Touchè," replied the minature dragon, "we only had to knock over one caravan to get the books this time."

"Anyways it looks like this book has seen better days, quickly fetch me my quill, ink, and spare parchment."

With a huff the little lizard lapdog was off to gather the necessary supplies. Upon his return Twilight ripped the materials out of her assistants' claws.

"Now for the repairs," Twilight exclaimed as her eyes widened and a thread of saliva fell from her lips. In a single swift motion the quill rose and dipped into the ink pot. With a slight quiver the quill met the faded title and gently began to trace over the delicate curves and bumps that made up the intricate title. When the final letter was completed a faint glow eminated from the fresh ink and quickly dissipated. In a far off corner of the house twilight could've sworn she heard a crack.

just outside of the dark pit

There he sat an unassuming changeling guard, by the name of Chitin, had been posted there since before he could remember as had his father before him and his father before him going back as far as his family tree would allow, he had been told it was his famlies duty to guard this place since it was created. That alone meant two things one this job was considered sacred, having been created by the ageless queen Chrysalis herself, and two it was horribly dull. All in all the job was cushy, stay here guarding Faust knows what for twenty years and then go be government supported for the rest of your days, that plus two weeks off in the summer and what else could anyling ask for. Unfortunately it came with offering your first born to the job the second he was born and continuing that line of succession untill the end of time. But that was a price that Chitins ancestors had been more than happy to pay.

Thankfully he could take solace in the fact that his descendants would be treated to the same monotonous torture. Crack. Or maybe not. Now remember what did they tell me about any changes in the area? GO INVESTIGATE, RIGHT. he thought, sweat begining to visibly bead on his forehead and knees begining to wobble. With apprehension building he approached the moss covered walls he had been told to guard. "Come on chitin no need to worry you've been trained for this(training wich had consisted of flight endurance conditioning and his dad telling him to keep his naps limited to less than an hour lest an animal stumble upon him)," the quaver in his voice far more than apparent. The moss covered walls looked the same as always except for one big difference, a slight hum hung in the air as well as the snapping of ivy permeated the otherwise still air.

After several tense seconds the rising wall stopped and movement could be seen behind the miniscule gap between the ground and the bottom of the new wall. Soon enough several appendages could be seen poking out of the bottom. In a burst of green flame he was off camoflageing himself as a bird to report back to his queen and with any luck avoid a flogging.

With a single grunted strain the other arm ripped the chain-wall conglomeration out of place. It watched as it skidded to a stop next to It. With a single lumbering step he began his trek to the cave entrance. Being hindered every step by the light (or lack thereof) and the clumsy use of legs that had not known movement since the last day it saw the light of day and not taunted by the cheap imitation of the glowing mushrooms that dotted the cave.

"Im going to kill the idiot that designed this place... he he oh wait that was me," It half chuckled to Itself, "now where'd I put that damned switch."

Its hands fumbled around the edges of the cave untill finally Its fingers caught a switch. With a quick flick ancient mechanisms  sprang to life tormented by age and oxidation. As the door to It's prison slowly rose the dark was beaten back by approaching light, with a sigh It grabbed the door by the bottom and strained, as moans, groans, and creaks broke the deafening silence. For a second It toyed with the notion that the sounds could be emanating from It, it chuckled at the very thought. While the seconds passed more and more of the oppressive darkness was beaten back, soon enough it could discern its location. A dank, dark, desolate forest bursting with blood thirsty creatures ready to rip the very flesh from its bones.

"Well ... fuck me with a cactus," it exclaimed as it looked upon the fresh hell that Faust saw fit to torture it with. Just as it stepped out of the stagnant pit it had called home for the last thousand or so years it could almost feel a tear come to its eye in memory of its friend Wilson the mushroom whom it had seen grow, have a family, and eventually become leader of the entire mushroom kingdom. Its steadfast and dependable pet rock by the name of Jeff would also be greatly missed.

"Later jackasses I'm off live again," It said with a girlish squee, only to be held back by the manacles adorning Its wrists wich were attatched to magically enchanted chains each weighing considerably, as well as chunks of wall that had suddenly become very attached to the chains. Expletives flew as It pulled and yanked the chains against the walls of its former prison/home/kingdom/toilet. After an eternity (wich in all actuality was a span of a few minutes) it finally pulled the chains free of the doorway leaving a gaping maw in its wake, soon after the obsidian pit collapsed trapping both Jeff and Wilson inside untill the great mushroom war of 8471 that with the help of nuclear weapons was able to wipe out all remaining  animate and inanimate objects in a six foot radius.

The going was slow as It stopped to marvel at all of the modern architecture wich seemed to perfectly blend nature and form, that is until It figured out that they were in fact just decrepid, hoary trees. With Its hopes dashed once again It resorted to listening to the calming forest sounds, and by that it meant it was listening to the sound of animals killing, sleeping, and furiously going at it. With the forests din accompanying him, It eventually reached a clearing in the forest with a small stream parting it down the middle as various shrubs and woodland creatures played in the blinding sunshine.

As It cautiously approached the almost too prefect scene the boulders trailed shortly behind him carving twin scars into the earth. The stream perfect as it seemed proved to in fact be benign. As It peered into the gentle flow Its reflection glanced back, Its black coat with a slight sheen, shaggy matted ebony mane clung to Its face, Its hands scarred and calloused with the experience of Its trade, finally adorning Its head a pair of horns one clad in gold the other silver. All in all the towering reflection of a pitch black male minotaur stared back.

"Hello again Alpha."