My Little Guardian Book I

My Little Guardian

By: The RiddlerGingerBoy

Book 1

Prologue

The great ball of fire known to many as Equestria’s solitary sun was drowning. It had been another long and successful day for the residents of the world and the time had come for rest. As the sun set casting shadows over the land, a lone figure stood at the top of a tall tower. The lone tower in question belonged to a castle that stood over a magnificent and vast city, surrounded by a single large wall that cradled it all. It was the city of Canterlot home to thousands of sentient equine that had labored over the city for two thousand years. A true engineering marvel considering that the architects had no phalanges to speak of, hence the reason for celebration. This particular evening though the lone figure that stood on the tallest tower in Canterlot Castle felt troubled and disturbed. The figure closed its eyes and concentrated; as if the sun had been given a cue it slowly sank below the horizon giving way to night. The figure then turned its attention to the opposite horizon and concentrating again, slowly raised a white orb into the sky.

After having lowered the sun and raised the moon, the lone figure stepped down from the steeple of the tower and slid to the edge of the roof towards a balcony that waited below. The figure landed with a thud on its two legs and steadying itself, stood at its full height. The figure stood tall and at five feet and four inches, one could easily outstretch most four-foot ponies. The figure was no pony and did little to hide it, aside from its clothes and bandages that covered almost every inch of the creatures skin. Of the skin on the figure that was exposed was a bleached peach color that when looked upon felt alive but much more ethereal. This skin covered two feet, each with five toes covered on top by chitin that accented each individual toe tip. The feet were long, flat, and plain with only a few bones sticking out just under the muscle and tissue that connected them to the rest of the figures legs. Legs that were bandaged from the ankle up but still allowed one to see substantial muscle through the gauze. This trend of muscle under bandage continued up the figures legs, hips, and ribs only stopping at the chest to change direction of wrapping, so as to avoid the strange light coming from the center of the beings chest.

This light came from an alien stone that sat flush in the center of the figures rib cage and pulsed in rhythm with the heart it had been paired with since birth. The stone glowed with a dark enchanting blue isthmus, and within this swirling cloud sat a white pinprick of light that always remained constant.

Continuing the now crisscross bandage pattern around the glowing stone and up past the well-toned biceps into the shoulders and neck. There the bandages and gauze wrapped around the back of the figures neck, past the ears, and across the strangers eyes. The bandages did nothing to the figures sight as it could see “everything”, the vast city, the many small towns beyond it, and even beyond the horizon into a strange place that many would perceive as the future. The figure however was much wiser than this and knew that in “his” heart the future was never clear and always changed with each new day. His hair was short, curly, and white as snow; coupled with two bushy eyebrows of the same color that rested furrowed above his covered sight. The rest of the figures facial features were soft but masculine, providing more ambiguity to his age.

He was human, and yet he was much more.

Most ponies though knew him as one thing “The Guardian”

As if a name could summon up an army an erratic sound came from beyond the guardians thoughts, and the balcony on which he was standing. Past the balcony lay a room decorated with suns, moons, and hearts of all sorts in the form of antique looking furniture and a bed that could sleep a giant. The sound however did not come from the furniture; it came from the ornate door of this bedchamber as a royal guard of Canterlot rapped rhythmically on the hard wood. The guardian noted that the knocking was soft, no cause for alarm which meant only one thing.

“Sir” the royal guard spoke in a friendly yet serious tone as if addressing his father or another higher figure “it is time for you too send the three princesses to bed” the guard bowed in waiting of an answer, or order; whichever came first.

“At ease General, if I’m not mistaken your tone suggests that my three nieces are causing some form of a ruckus for the servants down below, and you wish me to straighten them out and put them to bed?” The guardians voice was calm yet stern and questioning at the same time. A very musical voice that sat in a mid to low range, with tenor stress and gentle bass undertones. All of this was wrapped in sandy vowels that both accented and betrayed the guardians age, to which the General of the Canterlot Army could swear was ancient.

“Well sir you’ve certainly summed up the situation, you will find your nieces in the castles kitchen” the General hadn’t meant to be so casual with the guardian but at the same time felt compelled to answer frankly to a long time friend and partner who had on more than one occasion saved his life.

“What would you have me do Guardian Sir?”

“Simple, retire to your bed and leave my family to me. Lock up the castle as usual and send the servants and guards home.”

“Anything else?” the General implored.

“No old friend, the Reconstruction of Canterlot Celebration is at a close and I daresay everyone could use an early nights rest after such fun and frivolity. Especially the Royal Guard who under your command, have feverishly defended the outer wall until its last brick was in place. The wall is up, the city grows quiet, and my nieces will have all but tired themselves making a mess of the kitchen. Any more questions General Sparkle?”

“Just one sir”

“Oh and what would that be?”

The General paused and thought over his words carefully before continuing.

“Out of all the years I have served the Canterlot Army I’ve never known your real name sir.”

The guardian stopped, he thought of all the escapades both the General and himself had gotten into over the years and knew everything there was to know about Tidus Sparkle. The General also knew everything there was to know about the guardian. However he left a few things out such as his true name, which bothered him.

“Another trivial matter to bother the very core of my being, so many are the events of the past, present, and ever changing future that I’ve completely neglected to tell such a good friend my true name and nature…”

“Very well General, I know it seems like such a small matter but what you say is true. I have never told you my proper name and nature, not even of my purpose for appearing in Equestria two thousand years before we met; so now the truth comes out.”

Even though Tidus was the general of the Canterlot Army, his very body quaked and shivered at the revelation he was about to receive. Two thousand years was well beyond the poor pony generals understanding, yet he stood open eared.

“General Tidus my dear friend, my true name is…”

. . .

“Uncle!” A young equine filly exclaimed as she dashed from her post at the stove within the royal Canterlot kitchen. “You should see what we made for you in the oven, Tia and Crystal helped out with the baking part but I stirred and decorated!”

The poor guardian was all but at the mercy of the scene before him as the youngest of his nieces; Princess Luna came barreling into his lower legs. This along with the fact that he was already in deep thought, sent the being tumbling almost comically onto the hard stone floor of the kitchen. When the guardian opened his eyes again two more fillies had joined Luna in hovering over his head.

“Are you ok uncle?” Luna asked, an innocent curiosity playing across the filly’s face.

“Luna! What were you thinking!” the two other fillies rang in unison.

“I thought uncle needed a hug.” Luna replied, giving every living soul in the room an innocent smile as she started to giggle.

The guardian looked over, smiled, and began to laugh heartily as he realized what a truly cockeyed position he had landed in. His legs rested lazily behind his back while his chest and face remained affixed to the floor. The other three souls in the room couldn’t help but laugh at their uncles expense, as he got up from the flour covered floor and looked about the room. The royal kitchen was in all honesty a tragedy of ladles, bowls, and baking supplies all covered in a thin layer of flour. The uncle of the three fillies could only stare in wonder at the mess that only small hooves could orchestrate. As his gaze drifted down towards the aforementioned fillies he paused. All three of his flour-coated nieces had lined up from smallest to largest creating a staircase of fillies that stared back at him beaming.

The first and smallest was Luna, a young pony with a dark purple coat, short dark cyan mane, and round turquoise eyes that could easily stare into any pony’s thoughts. She possessed both wings and a horn making her an alicorn a term that the guardian found much simpler than “unicorn pegasus”. Luna stood three feet and eight inches, just under normal pony height but had plenty of room to grow. Being only three thousand years old meant that she still had a lot to learn but had a great teacher and older sisters to look up to. Second came princess Celestia, the middle daughter who stood four feet and four inches tall with a pure white coat, long light pink mane, and dark pink eyes that held reverence with a tinge of mischief. Luna would always call her “Celest” or “Tia” only saving her proper name for official affairs or banquets. The last daughter, princess Chrysalis towered over her younger siblings at five feet and was to say the least, the most unique of the three. Her coat was jet black, with a long pale turquoise mane, and sickly lime green eye’s that were mystifying at times. Her wings were clear and insect like in appearance, much unlike her younger siblings bird like feathered wings. Perhaps the most striking feature of Chrysalis though, were the numerous gapping holes in the alicorn filly’s legs and horn, which led Luna to call her “Cheddar”. Although the guardian had reprimanded Luna many times for using the name, she would still reference it now and again; much to the annoyance of her older sister. Celestia being the wisest of the three suggested the nickname “Crystal” which rang joyfully on the tongue of Luna ever since that time.

A sudden smell came to the guardian’s nose that shook him from his retrospective and towards the oven behind the three alicorn fillies.

“Children your surprise is burning in the oven”

. . .

After helping his nieces clean up, the guardian ushered them up to the tallest tower of Canterlot Castle. Bringing them to the room that he had been lost in thought in, before General Sparkle came.

“Hmm…my nieces surprise was well cooked when it was birthed into this world, such a waste. This is but a small matter though compared to the presence I felt earlier today on top of the spire. In my realm of sight I perceived the arrival of the King and Lady Faust, coming to reclaim their children. These poor fillies know not of the gravity of tonight, nor of the events that must transpire if the ancient prophecy given to this land is to come to fruition. For so many long years I have raised these young alicorns as my own, and I can tell that they know something is afoot. They have doubted me as their kin and have every reason to. I, like General Tidus; have never told them of my true name and nature. I only hope I can give them a sound answer when the time comes. Tonight the prophecy begins, I am sure of it. If I am not the eldest and wisest of all guardians, in the very least let my humility be.”

As the group of three fillies and uncle continued up the stairs, they passed several tall stain-glass windows. Each window contained a scene from Equestria’s greatest past triumphs, and as the group continued the guardian couldn’t help but notice a few in particular.

“All these beautiful crystallized memories only add to my burdened shoulders.”

The guardian recognized several events and each glance left more wait on his already troubled mind. One window carried a picture of a pure white alicorn with a bright red mane, banishing a dark black monster into nothingness.

“The day Lady Faust banished the original king of changelings into nothingness. Such a reckless move as it only caused her grief to find out the king had a daughter, Chrysalis.”

Another window displayed the same mare along with an alicorn stallion in what appeared to be a wedding.

“The happiest time in ancient Equestria when the king and queen were wed on the same day the foundation was laid for Canterlot. From this period of love and joy came Celestia and Luna, but these happy things were not to last.”

The final window of the group however was truly strange, as it only displayed the mare and her stallion circling around a planet until they drifted away completely from the picture.

“After the king and queens honeymoon was at its end, things became turbulent. Some strange dream plagued Lady Faust’s mind with a prophecy, and the king was under threat by several evils that plagued they very edges of time and space. Within all this I came to be the three princesses uncle, having myself appeared after being summoned from my sleep in the space between spaces. A prophecy had been born, and as the eldest of all guardians fate found me most suitable to carry it out. After much discourse the king and queen left without a word or trace, each attempting to find answers to their predicaments.”

The memories came flooding back as the guardian remembered the reason he was so troubled in the first place.

The alicorns in the stain-glass windows were coming home to meet their three children, after abandoning them for nearly two thousand years.

“Blast the Demensia! This will not bode well with anyone no matter how long the time frame is!”

After settling on the giant bed in the bedchamber of the three princesses, Luna spoke words the guardian knew all too well.

“Uncle can you tell us a story…”

“Of course I ca…” the human was interrupted as his daughter finished.

“a serious story?”

“Ohhh, a serious story… what kind of serious story, like an adventure?”

“No, we were hoping you could tell us about our mother” Celestia answered giving her father the best attempt at a stern look, and then Chrysalis spoke.

“I agree father, your stories of old have entertained all of us for years now but you have never once told us about our mother. Whenever we ask you, we always got the same answer; when your older I suppose. Here we are now and were older, now will you tell us?”

“Please?” Luna chimed in with Celestia.

The guardian sighed and motioned his daughter’s closer as he got into a comfortable position to tell the young alicorns everything. He knew it was time to pass the burden of Equestria on to the next generation, however it would not be him to do so. That task was going to be handed to the fillies’ real parents.

“Dear children, the story I am about to tell you can only be explained by your true parents, who as you might have guessed; left after you three were born. I am not your true uncle and I apologize now for deceiving you from birth.”

The guardian paused waiting for a response from the alicorns he had come to know as his nieces for so long.

Then they did something that completely knocked the being off balance.

“That’s ok uncle, we knew you weren’t part of our real family” Luna giggled along with her two siblings.

“Gah!...Oh…well I suppose its fairly obvious considering the differences between myself and the rest of ponykind…you truly don’t mind?

“Nope”

“So quick are these fillies able to forgive abandonment, aye their true emotions will come out with their parents arrival.”

“Well then…as I was saying the story I am about to tell you can only be explained by your parents, who as we speak are coming to meet you.”

“REALLY!” all three alicorn fillies exploded with excitement.

“Yes but know this, your parents can only arrive after I have told you this story, and you have all gone to bed.”

“The very last thing I need is these three up and about in expectation of their parents.”

The fillies sank back down to earth, weighted by their own curiosity as they leaned in to hear their pseudo relatives’ story. They knew that when uncle gave them instructions like this, it was important.

The guardian breathed in knowing that as he told this story, the very fate of Equestria would be sealed. He exhaled and spoke, his tone slightly grave but light as he began to tell the story of everything.

“After my story is finished and all is said and done, I must meet with the king and queen to discuss important matters. Although I hate to leave, afterword’s I must return to the space between spaces and wait for the inevitable coming true to the queens prophecy as I know will bring me back here at the right time.”

“Chrysalis, Celestia, Luna, all that you know started this way…”