prolog one

Greetings I am a leviathan, to be more specific I am the last of my kind. How did this happen you may ask and why do I look like a pony in an astral form? Well that's a tail for another time for now lets focus on balance. As you may know both Princess Celestia and Princess Luna keep a balance of harmony in Equestria however equestria is just one nation in the world, there are many nations all of which are aiming to rule over all...equestria being the exception to this because they are content with what they have and have been so for the past thousand years since the fall of Discord. But this fragile balance of power is always swinging from one direction to the next never staying they way it should, and this is do to the fact that so many powerful creatures exist in the world.

So I knew that something had to be done so I sought out a creature that would be willing to take on all the hatred of the world. And I was able to find a series of creatures...or ponies I should say...that where willing to take on this task knowing full well they would be hated for all time while in the larger picture they where keeping a balance of power and keeping the rulers from destroying them selves or the world. They where never related but they called each other father, mother , son, or even daughter. It was this bond that allowed them to continue doing the hardest task that could have ever been asked.

Now let me ask you a question, when you hear the word thief, what comes to mind? For many its a criminal, for some its somepony that has fallen on hard times. But the rest only see a pony that made a poor choice, and they all couldn't be any more right but for the ponies that I gained help from... ...becoming thieves was the only way they could help.

Starting with the first one in line who gave up his life to spare mine, the ones that followed kept his name calling them selves grey mane, always keeping there face hidden and spending all of their life till their death bed alone where they are kept company by the next grey mane in line we go now to see the new grey mane who had grown too full of him self, believing that the line should end with him so that no pony would have to deal with the hard ships that come with being known as a legendary thief. This arrogance caused him to search for immortality and led him on a quest to find the one thing in this world that would grant him what he wanted. This quest has led him to tartaros where he is know locked away for his attempted theft.

However during his time there he has planed his escape believing that it has only been a few months. Unaware that the passage of time in tartaros is far too different than the world he knows and loves, and strangely enough the balance of power sat still for the time he was gone as if all the rulers of the world waited to see if and when grey mane would come out of hiding...or if grey mane was just a myth. For many of them that's all he was, a myth, or a story meant to tell young ponies to keep their imagination alive. Now locked away from the world grey mane makes his move to freedom let us see how this all unfolds.

As the guard pulls out his key to unlock the prison cell he gives the room one good look over.

"Well now...the dark corruptive magic down here has taken a liking to you. I've never seen it accumulate to the point of no visibility. And I gotta tell ya, I've had fun torturing you... ...and every last bit of this was planed out based on what you have done. I mean to think... ...the legendary thief turned murder, who would have guessed that?"

As he opened the cell he summoned the chains that had bound grey mane to a wall for a thousand years. Only to find that he was no longer there.

"But hey I can't see the future all that well but here's what I do see? More torture, and hey guess what...time... ..it... ... ...is..."

As the chains the bound grey mane to the wall came forth the guard found that they had come to him empty.

"... ...Where the...how the...ahh."

Pulling the chains back into the cell with the guard still holding on grey mane used the accumulation of dark magic to conceal himself and strike. From with in the darkened cell any one passing by could hear the sounds of conflict with in as the guard was beaten with in an inch of his life, tied and gagged by the chains.

After dealing with the guard Grey mane took his keys and emerged from his darkened cell as the dark magic that enveloped and corrupted him slowly fell off like smoke as he walked out. His eyes which had been turned pitch black from the corruption slowly returned to normal, reaching for his head he felt dizzy from fighting both the guard and the magic.

As he regained his composer and shut his cell he said with a sarcastic smile, "I also forgot to mention when you first caught me...there isn't a prison that can hold me, Tartaros on the other hove...that's going to be a challenge, oh well ta ta for now."

Leaving the guard in his old cell tied up with the chains that once held him he looked out the the other prisoners and held up the keys and gave a call out to all that where there. "Hey guys and gals who wants out of this dump?"

As all of the prisoners in tartaros let out a shout for freedom he walked over to the first cell, opened it and freed all the prisoners held with in allowing them to run ramped and attack the guards.

"The perfect way to escape...let the prisoners out and run wild, while I get what I came for and leave."

And so you see what I have to work with. However it is said the dead can't leave tartaros. But he never died so I guess this means the only creature that can leave tartaros right now is him. And I fear how this may turn out, but as they say have some faith...right...right?