Through a God's Eyes

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Yeah that might have been a little less cheerful for you sorry. Trust me this isn't one of those stories we are not getting too graphic here this is purely educational. Granted and some times creatures do call for me to unleash heavan's wrath! For the most part though I am a rather chill god.

Where was I? oh yeah booty stickers. Wait....ok my proofreader is saying they are called cutie marks. Sounds close enough.

Anywho since those things the Creator had gotten more light-hearted. Even to the point where she insisted we call her Mother. It is the creator's new thing about love and tolerance and such. By this point I was thinking the creator was loosing her edge slowly pulling back what influence she had. It wasn't hard to see, I mean she let me get away with so much more now.

I don't like to say I am a prankster, but there is always a chance for something to go wrong. Just so ya know I wrote that with a huge grin. Some people call what I do chaos and well they aren't completely wrong, but why is chaos a bad thing? Life would be meaningless without it, no discovery, no adaptation, no....fun.

Back to Mom though, she was implamenting all these new features into the world. For one she was pushing us to bring together our different races. There was a flaw in that plan though. You see us gods do not get along, so by nature our creations did not get a long. It took a nice firm push from Mother to get those crazy kids together.

Stop me if you have heard this one. Giant flying horse ghosts that  feed on hatred and anger freeze most of the world forcing the royalties to move and come together in love and peace to fix everything. If you guessed Hearth Warming's Eve then you are correct. Now you are probably expecting me to debunk this and tell the true gritty explanation of what happened, speaking of the fallen ponies and destruction of land that ruined whatever life that could have been had there with the royal families banding together to use their unique abilities to banish those monsterous creatures.

And I wish I could, but I am saddened to report that the stage play versions you see with the cheesey dialogue and overacting are all actually true. I mean who would of guessed right? Granted there was a bit more chaos, but the play captured everything. Thanks Mom for taking away what could have been another epic story in the bindings of my book! Sorry reader I litterally can't say more or else I will be here ranting for a couple thousand years.

I can tell you this though the weather situation was never the same. I mean during it was beyond aggravating having my mother breathing down my neck making me ignore my subjects prairs for warmer weather. And to add insult to injury since then all ponies want scheduled weather. Gone is the surprisingly nice day, no more will there be nice rains to brake up a drought, gone is the out of nowhere snow in summer. Sad really.

I didn't give up so easily though. I kept arguing with her to keep some piece of the land still natural. This whole argument dragged out for too long to remember. Eventually after a ton of begging, pleading, and excepting some new job she finally allowed me one place of random nature. The thing was she knew my largest weakness and tried to use it against me. She said that I could keep my work area in this little forest, if I could come up with an eternal name for it. Clever girl. Mother knew I had a hard time coming up with names; especially ones that sounded cool. Thats why I never could come up with a nice alternative to my given name. So I was stumped, and I could swear  she was enjoying it. We sat there just staring at each other, and by that I mean me having this dumb look on my face as she watched the wheels turn in my head. Luckily my "sis" the unicorn god walked into the room right at this time. Now this is after I had thrown out lame ideas, like BP's Super Funland! or Forest Classic, these not at all receiving mother's approval; suffice to say I was grasping for any ideas. This is when my good ol' sister walked by and barely noticeably let out a soft suggestion in my ear. You could not imagine how much  my face lit  up with from that idea. So I turned to Mother and said, "How does the Everfree Forest sound?" This one seemed to satisfy her, and the rest well that is just history.

The whole family dynamic we had going never really caught me onto me. Sure we all shared a "Mother" but what really connected us? We all did our own thing and never really interacted more then was entirely required. Still though that isn't to say I don't like any of my immortal family. Like Earthy, I shall call him that no matter how much it bugs him, who is one of the most interesting creatures I have ever seen. He is so strong both physically and mentally. He never lets anyone down nor will he give up on anypony he trusts. Then there was my before mentioned sister, Miss Hornhead I like to call her. She is the oldest of us and that makes her think she has power over us "younglings." Still though she is the smartest pony in all of creation and will never let you down. The fact that she is always the one to go to if you need help is something I always admired about her. Too bad she will never let me live down the fact that she helped me out. Seeing as how I am the second oldest we bicker a lot. It is never detrimental though; seeing as out of all of us she is the only one, other then Earthy, that I am comfortable as actually acknowledging as family.

Not to say I am not on good terms with other gods; it is just that I never really see them as family. For example there is Narrator, the minotaur god who speaks in the third person, who I am really close friends with. There is also Faker, griffon goddess, who became closer after a certain race-themed debate. Although I still don't consider them family they are close in my book. Even to the point where the other gods called them Brony and Pegasister respectively. On a side-note, WHY IS EVERY OTHER GOD BETTER AT PICKING CATCHY NAMES?!?!? As for other gods they range from arch-enemy: Firebreath, dragon, to just more distant friends:  Featherbrains, Buffalo.

Oh and in case you have yet to take notice I do like to hand out nicknames. What? I was given a name that other other gods address me as to annoy me, so why shouldn't I have one for them? So yeah they know the stupid nature of the name bugs me. Especially when I insist that everyone just call me BP. Since good old MOMSIE said I couldn't change it!

Speaking of wise old Mom, another thing she emplimented was something she called the musical. Apperently she wanted to add joy through the sound of music. At any moment the words of anypony, one of the new phrases she made up, could majestically be turned into a musical number with anypony near by able to join in and automatically knowing all the choreography and lyrics. My opinion on this, IT IS AMAZING!!! It was so random and entertaining! It has created some of the most fun I have ever had!

As much as I love the songs there is also a more subtle tune always about. You barely notice it, but if you listen very carefully you just might here it. The music is always appropriate and always fits in right with the mood.

Like I mentioned earlier there was the whole pony speak thing. That was so flipping dumb! I can't believe it lasted as long as it did. You are probably laughing your flank off knowing we used to talk like that. I mean everypony? HA! Also also can't forget the puns! Like Trottingham. PFFFHAHAHAHA! Luckily by your time our diction has long since evolved passed that. I mean you probably have been using some sort of highly advanced electronic translator just to know what I am saying right? Right? Why aren't you answering me? Please say right. Just playing I know you can't answer me. That would just be silly.

Lets see what else did Mother do hmmmm. Oh she gave me something I like to call a summer job. Remember how I said I no longer had absolute control over the weather? Well Mom decided I could have the privlage to do something else for her to fill up the gap now in my immortal life.

Bassically it worked like this. Mother wanted to take a chance, so obviously she chose the right guy, she wanted to do something unheard of, mostly because she hadn't invented it yet, she wanted to make evil! DUN DUNN DUNNNNN...thats what the background toon should be doing right about now. So Mother noticed the random violence over the years and relized that to live in harmoney the opposite to good must be introduced. It's some balance-like...thing, don't ask me. So Mother would create evil and I would oversee it. This is where the seeing me is an omen thing came from. I was to appear when something she planted the seed of evil in had arisen. I would fly in transformed in my sweet black flamed phoenix form and make a visual warning of what may come to pass.

If they wanted more detail they just had to summon me and I would shrink to explain the situation. It was a good job, worked for a long time, well untill she planted what eventually grew into those changlings. Who knew that seed in particular would put into motion so much. The tempting of a god, birth of choas, and rule of sun and moon. I mean what are the chances...