Before the Throne: Prince Chronomancy the Stalwart's Ascent to Ruler of the Equestrian Empire

by ATruelyTragicDeath

Rating: teen
Tags: Twilight Sparkle, Sad, Princess Luna, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Rainbow Dash, Original Character, Tragedy, Princess Celestia
Length: 1374

This is the retelling of Prince Chronomancy's life before he became a blue-blooded stallion.

This is a series of four books, recounting the expirences of Prince Chronomancy before his rulership, and his part in the deaths of Princesses Celestia and Luna, and the 1000 years "Rule of the Blighted Darkness", before even becoming any more than a common pony! Back then, he was known as Knowledge, but i digress. His story is one of desruction and rebirth.

Published 2013-01-22 03:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-02-19 21:17:15 UTC

Book I: The Insurmountable Task

Book I: The Insurmountable Task

“Wake up,” Knowledge said to himself. “You’ve some ancient tomes to look over. Royal orders.” With that, he dragged himself out of bed. God, I need to stop pulling all-nighters, Knowledge thought to himself. As he stumbled downstairs, he found that somepony had make him coffee. Attached to his age-stained mug was a note;

“I made it just how you like it – 4 sugars, 3 creams, and twice the normal amount of ground coffee. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there when you woke up, but I was needed at the store. Why can’t we hire any competent employees? – Love, your big sis, Wisdom.”

They ARE competent. You are simply a perfectionist, which makes it impossible to hire the employees YOU want without going into debt. We don’t make THAT much money, Knowledge thought. He practically chugged the coffee, and bee-lined directly to his study. “If I don’t finish deciphering and interpreting these ancient texts by sundown Thursday, my sister will tear me a new plothole for not meeting the deadline. Only two days left…better get to work,” Knowledge thought out loud. He sat at his desk, and quickly began his work. After all, he was the only pony in all of Equestria who could read Ancient Equestrian. His work was in high demand, and he also co-owned a bookstore with his sister, who could be a bit overbearing at times. They sold everything from children’s books, to epic poems from many millennia ago, to ancient spell tomes. While they make a decent profit, they weren’t by any means rich, although they almost run out of stock every year around Twilight Sparkle’s birthday. They even began a sale, prudent as they may be, around this time of year; buy 5 books, get the 6th 75% off. Many consider this to be a good deal, though there are some who say that this is purely a way to get in more customers without cutting too deeply into profits. Wisdom often called these people “pompous assholes, with little care for how hard we have to work to make any profit. Hmph, hope you go to hell.” Many hours passed, day became night, night became day, and his sister returned home. By now Knowledge was almost done with his work when he came upon something quite startling. Knowledge charged out the front door, and ran as fast as he could to the palace. At the gate, the guards were about to stop him, but they quickly recognized him, and knew from the way he had been panting that he must have some important news. He burst into the throne room, shouted “Your Highness!”, then collapsed. When he awoke, he fond himself lying in a servant’s bed.

Celestia ask him, “What’s the matter?”

He responded with simply this; “Everyone’s in danger.” Celestia supported him, as his legs were too tired to support him. In the throne room, he described when he had read. “A prophecy. It reads, ‘The forgotten relic shall be the catalyst for the end of the Pure Bloodline, a war with a long-forgotten foe, and a 1,000 year rule of darkness and death. A hero shall be reborn, and be emboldened by the strength of the Sun, to destroy the evil, and reignite the Bloodline of the Pure. Everypony shall weep for the loss, and cheer for their savior.’ Any idea what it means?”

“I have no idea, but that phrase, ‘Bloodline of the Pure’, seems familiar.” Celestia closes her eyes for a moment, then opened them wide in terror. “I-I remember…mother saying to ‘Remember to cherish your heritage, for our Blood is Pure.’” Celestia shuddered at the thought of what this prophecy could mean. Knowledge was a bit scared at this news, an emotion he didn’t feel much of.

Luna, interrupting the awkward silence, said, “I order you to go out, find this artifact, and destroy it. Do you understand?”

“Yes, your Highness. I’ll see right to it.” And with this, he was off, with a worrying sensation in his chest. I hope this won’t become too complicated, he thought. Last time things got complicated, I found out that sis and I both admired the same mare. I didn’t know she played for that team… He continued on home, to find his sister making dinner.

“It’s chicken stuffed with anchovy paste and brussel sprouts.”

“Uh, I think I’ll make my own dinner, thanks.” Knowledge said with a nervous smile.

“Suit yourself, but you’ll never have a chance to have anything this memorable again."

Not my kind of memorable, he thought. I’d prefer not to remember anything you cook. And as he went up the stairs, he found a small wooden box with a note attached, saying “for Knowledge, from Celestia”. Needless to say, he almost screamed he was so surprised. He quickly went to his room (which was where he was heading anyway) to open it. Inside he found a green crystal, and note with a riddle on it. it read: “When the thing you seek is near, the crystal will begin to glow. Now that your mission is clear, go, go, go!” Knowledge smiled, then went downstairs to fetch some food. He was, indeed, very hungry. He made himself some steak with shrimp, lobster, and herb butter. After eating, he thought that he smelled smoke coming from the cellar. When he got there, he found that he was mistaken. But he was thirsty, and was reminded so by the cider barrels he kept down here. After a few drinks, he found it was but 5 pm. He knew that the sun would not set for at least 2 more hours, so he started reading. It was his favorite pastime. To him, his work feels less so, because it involves books. After several hours of reading, he found it was much later than he expected, and yawned. Knowledge decided he’d better get his sleep. He had a long day ahead of him.

To Be Continued

Author's Note

I know there is not any gore yet, but trust me, it'll be there.

Book II: The Artifact

Book II: The Artifact

As Knowledge walked out out of the palace that day, he had to wonder, how am I to complete such an awesome task? He decided to start his search in the Black Iron Canyons, the source of all of the iron for the kingdom. He searched, and days turned into weeks, weeks into months, months into years. After 7 years of scouring the canyon high and low, he came across a cave. It was the only place he hadn't checked, so he went inside. It was dark, so very dark inside that he could barely see, when he saw a small purple light in the distance. I've found it! After 7 long years of hopeless searching, I've finally found it! He ran as fast as his tired legs would carry him, and he nearly face-planted when he tripped on a stone. He got up, regained his bearings, and this time, walked, or rather, limped towards the artifact. When he reached the artifact, he was almost immediatly bewitched by the strange, hypnotic energies that emminated from it. I...just have to...touch it...just once. I'm going to...I...must... And the moment his hoof made contact with the artifact, a great rush of knowledge rushed into his head, forbidden knowlegde on a forbidden magic. His head felt as though it might burst at the seams, and then, it stopped. Puzzled, he looked about, and, to his surprise, he could see in the dark cave. He knew that what he was using was called "True-Sight", allowing him to see past all illusions, such as darkness. But how did he know that, that was the question. As he contimplated this, he found that his body had changed, for his coat was no longer an age-stained sepia tone, but a steel grey, and his mane was no longer a disheveled mess of blonde, but a sleek, flowing silver mane. His eyes were different, too. Instead on their normal brown, (and this he found the strangest) they were silver, and the whites of his eyes were now light grey.