The Unknown History and The Magical Future

Metus (Meh-two-s) was one of first two Malhornesi to ever have lived, and he is the "father" of fear, malice, cruelty, obscenity, dishonesty, hate, lust, temptation, doom, greed, war, jealousy, immorality, rage, revenge, hostility, and rancor. The evil pony possessed a Malhornesi mark of a red, satanic trident. Amora (Ah-more-ah) was the other first Malhornesi to ever have lived, and she is the "mother" of love, sharing, hope, joy, kindness, generosity, honesty, loyalty, laughter, and innocence.

As Metus walked on the black clouds above the Barren Lands, he looked down at the once great land that had home to his kind for centuries. Like the Arctic North, their home was once a place of beauty and balance, until tainted and ravaged with chaos. He thought of the time before Discord when he and his sister ruled...she kept the balance of all things good and kind while he balanced the forces of evil. Then came the creation of the Draconequus, the creatures born from both the love and from the hate of both the siblings, all emboding one trait: chaos.

They grew great in numbers and attacked. They fought off Metus at both the East and the South boundaries of the Known Land. While they concentrated their forces on the Northern and Western fronts attacking his sister, Amora. For when they reached her, their leader stole her soul and power installing it in his son, and future ruler of Equestria, Discord.

But with the two great forces split the species could not reproduce and while almost all of them died to bring Discord to power, there were still few left. As Discord fought with Metus the great land beyond the now Arctic North was destroyed by ancient magic and dark curses. Eventually after millenniums of war Metus grieved the loss of his sister and his land. At a summit between the two forces, Metus finally peacefully handed over the rule of the world. He then went home to crudely recreate a race of ponies similar to he and his sister.

They were the Malhornesi, while they were almost exactly the same as he and his sister they all were significantly less powerful. So in the Barren Lands he raised this species until the day when the alicorn sister came and took four to start an army. Next, Discord came back and annihilated all those that lived there.

Very early in the Struggle for Control Discord having discovered the homeland of the Malhornesi, went to the Barren Lands and committed genocide upon nearly their entire race. He kept one alive though, the one whom he could not overcome, the oldest of the race of Malhornesi, Metus. Having met Metus again he appointed him as general of his armies and allowed him to command his troops. Metus then realized something, his sister had be taken, not killed, for he joined with Discord, while secretly planning to free his sister from the prison that was Discord.

With the memory ending he was returned to the harsh reality, he served Discord, and he had murdered many of his own creations that were now led by the Alicorn Sisters. But it would all be worth it the one day when he could be reunited with his long lost sister, and they then could once again rise to rule to world...

Sometime later...Metus walked down the long hallways of his black castle. Red curtains were draped over stained glass with demonic scenes, and obscene images. The ceiling was several hundred feet high but it sharply declined at every doorway. The large room was lit with torches, fueled by blood. The Malhornesi strolled through the confusing maze of pathways without thought, and eventually he stopped at a golden door whose frame was made of a black stone magically carved to look like flame. His horn became covered in a cloud of darkness as the door opened revealing his library. Metus moved alongside the endless shelves of books. His eyes scanned the spines of the novels until he laid eyes on his target. The heavy black book glided towards him. As it levitated in front of him, he generated a heavy crimson table with a black cushion. The book gently landed on the table and opened to the paper mark that hadn't moved in the past several hundred years. On the left page were handsomely written words, that flowed without error all the way to the bottom of the page. On the right was a quill and an empty page, and with a sigh the age-old pony used his magic to pick up the writing utensil and begin formulating words on the parchment.