A Story of Freytara

“G-give me a minute. M-maybe some space.”

Celestia smiled down at me and asked a guard to show me to an empty room. He did so, and in there I gathered my thoughts.

Oh, man. What have I gotten myself into?

I reflected on the bit where I had introduced myself as Tyrannosaurus Tux of all things. Better just call myself Ty, then.

What was my name?

Every time I tried to think of it, it either defaulted to that silly-willy persona I invented or my brain hurt. Another thing that was a brainwhacker was the bit where I was basically asked to be nothing less than Alexander the Great or somesuch.

Whatever. Might as well help them out. I can always just back out.

I held up a finger, and said, “I will accept on several conditions.”

Looking steadfastly at me, Celestia replied, “Name them.”

I turned bodily towards the Princesses (and friend?) and asked, “One: I want to be able to back out at any time. Two: Once this mission is accomplished, I want to be returned home at the time of my disappearance. You ponies could surely pull that off.”

Then Celestia did something that I really wasn’t expecting. She broke her calm demeanor and glanced around nervously, uttering an “um...”

Grimacing, I asked, “What do you mean, 'um’?”

Celestia gave a throaty sigh and clarified, “I’m sorry. I can’t.”

A binge of panic and frustration shot through me. It was almost mirrored by the other ponies there, and I asked, “Well, why not?”

Celestia tapped her front left hoof to the tile for a few moments, and said, “How do I put this lightly... you aren’t you think you are.”

I blinked, and then pleaded, “... Wha?”

“To use a comparison to your culture, you are to who you thought you were as Boba Fett was to Jango Fett.”

Several maddening questions pressed on my mind in the same instance as connections were quickly made.

I’m a clone?? How does she know about Star Wars?? Guys, am I a clone?? Has she been spying on me and my friends?! Guys, am I a clone!?!

Guys, she knows about Star Wars! Is this the real life?! Is this just fantasy?!

By the time I realized what I was doing, I had been on my knees screaming and clutching my head like it was about to explode for quite a while. I quickly composed myself as best I could, then stood. Everypony seemed frightened. I guess they had a good reason to be. This all seemed so unreal. A new question pressed against my mind, unrelenting until its addressing.

I guessed, “Wait, what about my soul? Is it a carbon...err...ectoplasmic copy of my... template? ”

Without missing a beat, Celestia relayed, “This requires a little bit of explanation. Come ‘round, my little ponies, and I shall explain.”

We all dumbly arranged ourselves in a circle around Celestia. Even the guards were in on this impromptu lesson.

Celestia began, “As you may have already gleaned just now, you’re not in your original dimension anymore. A multiverse is a funny place, where the walls can be impenetrable in one section and paper-thin in other sections.”

Discord popped beside Celestia for a moment, and she gestured to him, continuing, “We had designs to bring peace to Freytara, but we hadn’t anyone who would qualify here in Equestria to do this.”

She looked around to her little ponies, and said, “No offense.”

She then resumed her tale by articulating, “We scoured the multiverse for the ideal leader that we hoped would best fit the situation. We found such a man, and then we looked through the multiverse for an ideal ‘you’ that would fit the bill even better. Needless to say, we found the one. One problem, though. We couldn’t simply enlist his aid without breaking a few multiverse rules. One of which being that the masters of a dimension could uphold a strict no-interference policy with his creations if they so desired. We petitioned the master of ‘your’ dimension, and it was granted that we could imprint the soul into the template; this is where you come in.”

All heads turned towards me, as I was silent in my processing of this information.

“I’m sorry if you are afraid. Discord and I would understand if you wouldn’t want to take on this endeavor...”

I raised my hand, waited for Celestia to pause, then said, “I’m the chosen one?”

Celestia nodded.

Sheesh. They went through all that just to produce... me?

I looked into Celestia’s eyes, whose warmth threatened to melt my icy heart, as if anything could.

Wait, so because I’ve been chosen and this... body was created for this, does that make Celestia and Discord my parents?

I looked to them both, unreadable in their expressions.

Nah. I’m still a man, and besides... I don’t ship it. Heh.

“Okay, then,” I said with a laugh. “If I’m to fulfill this quest, I’d better get started!”
I then walked out, laughing like a madman.

I kept walking down the halls of the Canterlot castle, my laughter growing louder and deeper at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation.

It got so bad that I started to cough from the sheer exertion of my laughter. Even if all that she had said was true, there’s no way I could believe it. Though, I’d always wanted to be a hero... or a conqueror...

If she was making enough things up for me to stay here, then I guessed I should give her the benefit of the doubt. Yeah, I could totally do it, and introduce some nice human stuff in the process.

Like democracy. Or bacon. That’ll shake them up.

I laughed some more, tension easing away. I laughed even harder realizing that they hadn’t the foresight to make me into something more familiar to this world.

I bet they’re regretting that already, heh. Well, not regretting it as much as grinning and bearing it. I bet Discord talked her into letting me retain my humanity, in order to make a unique figurehead for Freytara to follow.

This made me laugh again, but that last thought struck me again.

Being unique as I am here would definitely help cement my possible rule if I should choose to do so. Too bad I believe in the power of the people. I’ll have to teach them democracy after I unite them. That seems easy.

One trip later...

Hey, this was easy.

After agreeing to do the Freytaran unification thing, I was sent on my merry way via airship. I immediately decided to go to the far side of the continent, seeing as there were just a bunch of tiny, probably despotic states for me to take over and begin my annexation. Before leaving, though, I gave my admittedly silly trilby hat to Rainbow Dash. Looked better on her, anyway.

By the look of things, I was probably going to be wearing a crown soon, anyway. Not that I had anything against crowns, but I suspected that would be detrimental to my efforts of democracy somewhat. After landing and bidding the plucky airship captain farewell, I walked into the first tribal village I could. The sign said this place was called “Adher”. I remembered from skimming the map I realized I left on the airship that the place was populated primarily by diamond dogs.

They’ll do for a starter pack. ...Heh. Pack.

I walked around until I found the biggest, meanest, nastiest dog I could find, then asked, “Who’s in charge here?”

The dog seemed insulted, and he pointed to himself. Without a proper plan for this big of a dog, I determined that I must gain power here by intimidation.

So I slapped him. Then I asked, “No, no, no no. Who’s in charge here?”

The dog seemed confused, and he said, “I am, and my name Bigpaw.”

I slapped him a second time, the sound carrying throughout the little village. A crowd had started to gather. I then said while the dog held his face, “I don’t think that’s particularly the case anymore. Now. Let me ask again: who is in charge here?”

Bigpaw barked defiantly, “I am!”

Bigpaw then swung his big... well... paws at me. Then I surprised myself again by not only deftly dodging them like a proper Pinkie Pie, but also by socking him in the nose, knocking him on his butt. I then said,

“Not anymore, pal. Name’s Ty, and I’m in charge.”

Bigpaw sniffed twice, then scowled, cradling his nose, “Fide, fide, bud don hid me agaib.”

I must’ve punched him harder than I first anticipated. Huh. I was expecting a bigger fight than this. Heh. This was easy mode after all. I could rule this place, then bring others into the fold. First, I needed to get these dogs to work. I leaned over Bigpaw and said, “Excellent. Let’s get started. Get everyone here.”

Confused, Big Paw asked, “Whab?”

I then shouted, “Everyone! I have something to say!”

A half-hour later, and the surprisingly sizable town had gathered before me, waiting on their new boss’s instructions. They probably expected some new reign of terror or something. Well... I guess they were in for a surprise.

“Hello, everyone. I am Ty, your new boss. I’m going to whip this town into shape and start building ourselves an empire,” declared I, at the start of our new empire.

Well, they expected the empire bit, that’s for certain.

“We are going to work and work hard. I ask this not with a whip in hand, but with a gemstone in my hand. As you are all now my subjects, you are now under my protection, which can range from foreign armies to dragons and other such things. But before we get properly started, let’s get some more towns under the banner I will raise. Before now, this continent was called Freytara, the divided continent. No longer! As your new boss, I will make your bellies full and your burdens light. As your new boss, I will show you the freedom you’ve only previously dreamed of. I will organize your lot into an unstoppable marching machine, the likes the world has never seen. I tell you this not because I seek to flatter you with lying words to bring you into bondage under my iron fist, but I tell you this because I will make it so! Now let us cheer for our future!”

I literally did not expect the dogs to cheer. I mean, I hoped they would, but I thought it would take a little more time to win them over. This was just dandy. I instructed them to start constructing a capital, to which they were happy to oblige. Time to play Sim Cities.

Okay, so I never played Sim Cities.

I then ordered the construction of steel foundries. With a bit of luck and direction on my part, we could start becoming hecka competitive around here. I learned of a nearby stream, to which I ordered a mill to be constructed to make things. I would need clothes of my own to wear, as well as make trade goods... once I had the means and materials to make clothing. On that note, I ordered the dogs to clear the fields between the hills surrounding the village, making way for future agriculture. I didn’t quite order the dogs to till the land yet, seeing as I knew of earth ponies around here that would be much better suited to doing just that. I thought of other projects I could do. I ordered that the cobble produced by gem mining be used in road-making. I liked roads. Roads seemed to work well for the Romans.

I knew I wasn’t wasting my time studying history and playing strategy games.