Through a God's Eyes

Book

So something in that last chapter may have caught your attention. The line, "Tempting of a god." That shouldn't be true right? I mean so far out of what we have heard shouldn't gods be beings above temptation. Temptation in itself is a mortal flaw of course. Well let me tell you, gods...we are far from perfect. I mean immortal, powerful, and good-looking? There has to be something wrong in there. Of course there is, that is just nature overall. So before I go on lets delve a little more into our gods.

We are built much like a family, Mother made real sure of that, so we have those types of issues. Granted they are in a much larger scale and truly involve the lives of way too many, those are the times when I don't think we should have so much power. I am not implying omnipotence either we have our limits, our failures, our deaths.... Yeah we can die bet you didn't see that one coming right? It's something I rather not talk about, it brings shivers.

In any case we are dysfunctional, argumentative, and overall kind of jerks. Here is an example of god vs pony in how we look at problems. Pony: find a manner that is most efficient to overcome the obstacle that will benefit all involved parties; after the obligatory misunderstandings, melodrama, and overall almost scripted redemptions. God: see the problem and find the fastest way to destroy it. We are all guilty of something.

"But Black you aren't that way you are nice and perfect and pretty and should take over all of Equestria because you obviously are the only nice one of the bunch." If you only knew. I mean don't you wonder why I skimmed over the piece about myself? Maybe I don't want to tell you about how possessive I am! Or how the smallest outbursts make me crave a vengeance the spark did not even justify! How my pride has gotten in the way and caused so many to fall, and yet I was praised everyday!

Although it is in only natural for somepony, hehehe, with power to praise themselves and make it sound like they are the greatest thing since pie, which is by far the greatest thing to ever come from earth ponies ever, I bet Celestia still does it now. I don't have any solid proof for this theory, but if you look at Equestrian history you see it all over the place: Mom, the gods, and Celestia. The only humble one seemed to be Discord and considering how he carries himself that is saying something! I think its something in the water; which explains Discord seeing how he only drinks chocolate milk or any other liquid that may come out of his sugar clouds.

Phew, good thing I am writing with fire-proof paper or else everyone of my thoughts may have been singed. Back to the gods and our so called "perfection." We may have started as molders of the world, but we soon became figureheads. Just a symbol for ponies to look at. These "domesticated" years were the absolute worst. There was no time where our burden to the world was more apparent. In a sense we showed our true colors.

It was obvious we were just kids with power. We fought for the smallest of things which eventually exploded into catastrophic events. I would be lying if I said I didn't contribute as well. This was also when most of the real crazy stories started to come up. These all being based of truths, and if you looked caused by the same things: hubris, (both pony and god) some fate or unavoidable prophecy, a god who could not handle being outmatched by a mortal, (these had the harshest punishments but boy were they the most entertaining) and of course some god couldn't keep their bits in their pouch. ( if you know what I mean)

Yes, by this point the gods were...well...um...breeding. We finally hit puberty in a sense. Honestly I do not want to go into much detail because this part makes me very uncomfortable so moving on!

One thing though, these little escapades are what created Halflings. These were a new life being half god and half mortal. They fueled many of the legends: fighting monsters, saving ponies, selling their souls you know the usual. But they weren't the only ones who started myths. Lets see there is also the minotaur who said he could build a better maze then the god himself; best part is he actually did it! His punishment was being trapped in it forever, but he never gave up, always motivated himself and the family he raised there. I guess he deserves his surname of Will; they are a nice family, I should visit more. What is another, oh the Halfling Buckculese who would go to slay the almighty original Hydra! Granted he forgot about the eggs, but its ok without that little screwup we would have no hydras so it is a win-win. If you want a hubris tale there is the Earthpony inventor who built himself these things called "hands" and something I am much more familiar with wings. The problem was he did this under the imprisonment of a tyrannical king who had him sealed at the top of his crystal tower only inventing creations of evil for his kingdom. So when the young Concitatus flew out on his flimsy wings deciding to ignore his first plan of meeting up with the resistance and instead flying all the way to Canterlot. He of course did  not consider the harsh blizzard winds, so in his brash overconfidence he flew into the snow-coverd land and soon plummeted due to frozen wings.

"But Black why don't you have any of these legends? Are you really so flawless and above even the other gods?" No I am not without my own stories. Like the griffon who challenged me to a race. Griffons are creatures who are almost exact reflections of pegasi. So when one was running her beak I was not surprised; most pegasi do it at one point, heck if I do something really cool I do the same thing-er without the beak though. In any case she boasted she was faster than any pegasus, and honestly she had the ability to prove it. As far as I could tell nopony could outmatch her skill. Ironic how it was the race that I found the littlest respect for, I mean they are kind of rip-offs...except with talons. She eventually even challenged me saying, "none of these sad ponies could beat me, if only they were based on a greater design." Ok that might not sound so bad, but back then that was a real-um how do foals say it these days? Burn. So I of course make the flashiest most awesome entrance ever, unfortunately this fear tactic did not impress. She then went on to criticize every aspect of my work on the pegasi. Every detail and every aspect ripped apart. She had some really good points too thats the worst part, and I couldn't tell her that either. I mean she questioned why should one even care that they exist when unicorns could do their job, why do they seem so perfect and have such easy-going lives, and why would't they make seasons longer going on to say one of her naps lasts longer.

I had only one reaction it was of course the most logical. I thanked her for taking the time to carefully and thoughtfully look at my work and tell me thoroughly how I can improve it. I explained the doubts I had in my creation and how now I will try to improve my works based on the ideas not only she gave me, but the tips she supplied. At least I thought about doing that for about a fraction of a second. Then I went instinct on her and was yelling back it turned into this whole thing I don't want to go into detail in case young ones are reading. In the end the argument led to a race. One of epic proportions a race to rival all others, one that would determine who is truly the greatest flier! It was a race from the farthest tree we could see and back! I know truly a tale worthy of legend. Now before I go onto describe this I must stress that I was really out of practice and kind of sleepy a-a-and the sun was in my eyes! Suffice to say I lost, SHARP TURNS ARE HARD OK! It might have helped if I didn't show off so much, but what is the point of winning if you don't?

Lets total this up shall we. Ok so she one the argument, check, she won the race, check, and she won bragging right, boy did she use them. So I had just taken a huge hit in the ego, and it did not help that she would not let it go. For weeks I  was tormented by her incessant bragging. In reality it was like two minutes though, and I was just shocked. Excuse me if I want the book to be a bit more entertaining. In any case she insisted on bashing and bashing on my pegasi. Spouting on and on how we are the inferior race. So I saw only one suitable punishment. Unfortunately I can't turn living things into trees, frogs, or birds. Heck she might already know how to be the last one. So instead I turned her into what I could make her become. I turned her into a pegasus! DUN DUN DUNN. Ok so not that bad right? Well heres the good part I turned her into a flightless pegasi! Or at least I would have, but technically thats just an earthpony. What can I do!? Well I had to something, so I took away her flawless pegasus sight. Basically she had a lazy eye....OF DOOM! In other words she would always be crashing into things and braking stuff! Alright I know not the worst punishment, but sue me. Well there was also the curse I also put on her so that every pegasus born into her blood-line would become progressively more dumb, but what could that possibly lead to?

And thats not even talking about the times we gods screw things up, with our wars and plagues its a mess. Although so far I have had the biggest of the blunders. It all started with those changelings. I just don't know what went wrong.