Aponycalipse: Paradox

Time had passed since the Human and Pony War that struck the earth. With only three years in the past the scars are still slow on its healing. Many lives were lost and others were changed drastically. Racial differences rose drastically and economies shifted as well, but under the vigilance of the Alliance in joint operations with the remains of NATO and the movement of the herd, stability was reached somehow. The Alliance became one of the most powerful defense force as many nations such as Russia, China, United Kingdom, several nations in Europe, and many more in the effort to maintain peace and prevent another Human and Pony War.

New Hope City, built by the founders of the Alliance and those who followed them, became the capital to the Alliance. It neighbored Washington D.C. which was still being repaired by the damages caused by the HLA’s invasion and the U.S. Government was still in disarray. People in the country still didn’t trust the Alliance as it lead to fights in the western parts of the U.S.

In the middle of New Hope City, Justin and John looked at the statue of Snowy. It was built by her followers to honor her support to the herd and the achievement of the creation of the Super Pony Chamber and becoming the first alicorn.

“Man I can’t believe it’s been three years since the war had ended.” Justin said, fixing his hat. Now twenty two, Justin became the world’s youngest general along with John who meanwhile still isn't part of the military branch, but would help both humans and ponies to deal with their issues, and so far kept everything peaceful.

“A lot has changed though still some things stay the same.” John said softly.

“I'm surprised that Snowy's followers made this statue of her. Not to mention they made a church in her honor.”

John sighed as he snorted. “Don't mention me about that. I don’t need another head ache again.”

Justin shook his head. He remembered around a year ago Snowy's followers built the Church of Snowy where she is worshiped like a god. The very thought of that irritated them both. Justin hated her and knew she hated his guts. The two were bitter enemies from the beginning. She wanted to get rid of Justin and pull his human spirit out of his pegasus body.

The day was coming to its end. The sky turned orange while the streetlamps started to light one by one as the pegasi flew with lanterns over the city to navigate through the night sky. Ponies and humans started to gather around the statue. They were here to commemorate the three year anniversary. An elderly man stood from the crowd and walked with a slow pace towards them.

“If it wasn’t for you three, I can't imagine how the war would have gone. So why don’t you seem as happy as you should? It’s the anniversary of the Alliance's triumph.” The old man said.

“Let's just say Snowy didn't like us and we didn't like her opinions.” Justin said, narrowing his eyes at him.

“We are grateful, it's just that the war is still fresh in our minds. We all made progress towards peace, but there's still a lot of work ahead of us and we're just a little tired.” John added.

“Well I can't imagine how things would have been without you three. Snowy might had been racist, as all the herd extremists, but she did her part for war. Just as well as you did, even the smallest changes can cause great differences. Have you ever imagined what could have happened if you never showed up?”

Justin imagined a lot of outcomes of what would have happened if they hadn't showed up. One outcome included Washington being turned into a pile of rubble and ash from a cruise missile or nukes wiping out everything. For now they were glad that it's been peaceful for the past few years and wanted to keep it that way. Fireworks flew into the sky as the celebration began. There were colorful ones shaped as the Alliance's and Herd's logos.

“This is amazing.” Justin said, watching in awe.

“Yes,” John said softly as the old man looked at him.

“You are an alicorn of short words. You shouldn’t have past pains dull your emotions...”

As the fireworks go and memories of war come and go, we see another version of earth of decay and rust for a war that didn’t go as it should and choices that never were made. It was a parallel dimension where war never ended and got more brutal over the years. A different flag from the Alliance or HLA rose among the fires of fallen countries. It was of the Rebels, an army made of survivors and the remains of fallen armies an army made by the laws of survival of the fittest. It has control over eighty percent of the globe as any other race were exterminated, celebrating its march toward total annihilation of their foes as zeppelins and troopers marched through the scrap-fortified buildings.

Inside the flagship were Cortez El Conquistador, Adrian "gas mask man" Silverfox, the leader Max Silverfox, John, and lastly Justin.

“Smile comrades!” Max cheered as he went on. “We almost completely recovered the earth, and the rebels will be the only ones alive!”

“What’s there to smile about…?” Justin said in a low angered tone. Being the rebel's best sniper, he carried a gauss-tesla sniper rifle. It was said that he shot a man five miles away with the very rifle he carried and a lot of rebels feared him because of that. One thing is for sure is that if anyone were to defect then he would have his sights on their head, and he never misses.

“A bit of a cheer isn’t bad amigos.” Cortez said, looking at Justin and John. John didn’t answer. Cortez was well known for his expert skill on explosives and fire based weapons. Rumor has it that he burned down a city controlled by griffons with just his zeppelin. One thing is for sure, he was not sane and enjoyed smell of ashes.

“So what's our next move?” Justin asks. “We have most of the other species running or hiding from us.”

“We have been at this war for so long and it’s sad to retire once we win.” Max said with his arms crossed.

In a monotone and almost mechanic voice, the gasmask man spoke. “Do not claim victory yet. This war is not over. John, I told you this many times before but don’t lose hope, we will find a cure for your family.”

John is the most skilled member in the group in combat and martial arts. Being the most feared in the Rebels, recruits are terrified of him and veterans hide from him. He wasn’t like this before. Years ago when the species invaded their world, John’s family was turned into ponies and tried to attack him. Now they are contained in chambers so that one day John would find a cure for them.

“John, I know you are a killing machine, but among us you can still be human.” Max said. “Thinking in the past changes nothing. At least have some fun, we been on this three years.”

“Has it been that long?” John asked.

“Three years, one hundred and fifty seven days.” Justin answered. “And it’s like nothing has changed…”

“We are the best team of resistance fighters who ever walked on the face of the earth! I couldn’t imagine a better outcome!” Cortez said cheerfully. He focused more on the troops marching to the frontline. Cortez always a man of festivity and drunken desires for glory, power, becoming rich along with a love for fire and napalm.

“So what’s our next plan of attack?” Justin asked Max.

“Well to destroy the last line of defense to the ponies and take no prisoners.”

“And end the fun just like that?” Cortez said, looking at Max.

“We're trying to insure the victory for humanity Cortez, remember our objective here.” Justin said, getting in Cortez’s face.

Max looked over the horizon as the sun was setting. “We’re going to crush their defenses and win this war.”

“Once we finish this war we will focus on your family matters, John.” The gasmask man said, placing a hand on John’s shoulder.

“Sorry to interrupt the emotional moment but I just got a call on the radio.” Cortez interrupted, making a fist to what he heard on the radio. “The pony known as the prophet is rallying up the remaining ponies in the city to flee under the cover of the crystal ponies. If it wasn’t for that worm these beasts wouldn’t have the organization to fight back.”

“At least they are standing up for themselves…” John said softly.

“Let’s move boys, we have some abominations to kill.” Max said as they left to head to the battle.

At the same time the rebel forces marched towards the enemy, the crystal ponies were trying to finish their most important device. A gem capable of teleporting incredibly large amounts of material from point a to b. Its technology was achieved in smaller versions capable of teleporting entire squads or a large floating castle, but never large enough to be used to rally a whole army or in needed situation evac it completely in one jump. With the dire situations they were about to test it with the prophet's evac group, ironic is time as the church of the herd was realizing a similar experiment but using resonance energy, an energy source found from magic crystals that can be used for interdimentional travel, to see the bonds of the dimensions itself, in an attempt to use it to travel time, but there were things none of them predicted.

In both dimensions the project began as the main buildings of the herd and crystal ponies were powered by large machines, using the resonance energy, a newly discovered energy source from magic crystals that the ponies used for the machines. Then something happened, something that lied dormant dropped within time and space itself. A relic between both dimensions got powered by the resonance energy tying both dimensions and producing a cascade that send other relics of the same into activity, in the sky golden explosions all across the earth as worm holes tied both overlapping realties. For any anyone that saw the portals, they seemed like mirrors in the sky, reflecting the parallel universe.

Alarms ranged across the world as every living being in both worlds raised their heads. In an impossible event, two different timelines touched each other. It was a Paradox.