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FiM Dying Embers-Revenge is Everlasting

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It was nighttime. The stars shone like diamonds and the moon, majestic and full, had been raised over all the land. As a small hamlet called ponyville and its citizens began preparing for bed, happy and content. Not too far away, just in the edge of an infamous forest that went by the moniker of Everfree, the pony responsible for that beautiful night walked quietly. She had a flowing mane and tail that were both a deep blue. Stars seemed to sparkle in it as they would in the night sky. She had both a unicorn's horn and pegasus wings. Her eyes and short fur coat were both a midnight blue. She wore a strange black metal plate around her neck with the symbol of a crescent moon on it, just like the mark that adorned her flank. On her hoofs were four silver shoes that gleamed in the moonlight.



Her name was Luna.



She normally resided in her nation's capitol of Canterlot with her sister Celestia, but lately at night she had taken to walking on an old unused path she had recently found. It led past the ancient ruins of a castle, where she had been turned back to the side of good by the elements of harmony. There was a strange glen with an old worn tablet with writing in a language even Luna, despite being thousands of years old, could not decipher. She found the glen had all the traits she found so interesting about the Everfree Forest. It held a sense of ancientness to it that was rare for Luna. With her age, nothing ever seemed that way to her anymore. It also possessed a strange, dark mystery to it she felt she related with in a way even after her purification by the elements.



She was headed there now along the few remaining cobblestones on that old path. As she reached it, she stared at the old lone tablet sitting upright in its spot at the center of the glen.



Princess Luna happily kneeled down onto the grass next to it as the moonlight filtered through the leafy canopy of the forest down upon her. After what seemed to be about thirty minutes, she felt like something was watching her. This was strange as she wasn't so far into the forest that many of the creatures that might try to eat a pony were likely to pop up.


She still felt like something was watching her however, so she turned away from the tablet shouting, "If thou art smart thou shall show thyself immediately or leave, lest you anger the great and powerful Princess Luna!" There was no response. The Princess wondered if perhaps it was simply her mind playing tricks, but she could still sense something around here skulking in the shadows. She had no patience for this and began to cast a spell of starlight that sown brightly with eldritch energy.



What she saw both shocked and disgusted her.



Half hidden behind a tree was something Luna had never seen before. It stood on two legs and wore clothes over most of its body, but that wasn't the shocking part. What was however, was that this thing's body was sickeningly skinny, as if it were starving to death. Its left hand was like a monkey's paw, but less hairy while it's right was a skeletal version of the same thing with a black ring with a blood red ruby affixed to its center on its middle finger bone. Its face had a slight fullness the rest of its body didn't but had clearly seen better days. The entire left side of its jawbone and cheekbone were exposed.  It had a nose like a monkey, instead of a muzzle, and its eyes were like Luna's but smaller and brown. Its eyes had a pain in them that had Luna not been alive so long as to be able to really read others, it would have gone entirely unnoticed. Its mane or rather its hair was the color of blackest midnight and long and straight like a famous pony band Luna once saw in an older magazine called Ponallica. However, it was thin, unkempt and hanging in tangled strands. It had no facial hair as far as Luna could see. It wore loose trousers and a simple shirt that hung off its body. Both of them were black. It had a weathered, black trench coat with numerous tears and moth eaten holes in it.  



"Hello there." it said quietly. Its voice indicated it was male.



Luna was almost speechless "Who…what art thou?" The creature ignored her as it stepped past her, causing Luna to flinch to the side with a look of fear on her face. She wasn't one to be scared of much, but this thing was simply unnatural. She could sense the dark arcane aura around it/him.  He/it went up to tablet protruding from the ground. He kneeled down as he spoke the words-



"Here lies the remains of Sir Illitheous and his wife Naivara 32 and children Paelias 10, Mika 4."



Luna, despite the unnerving situation, found herself holding back a tear.



"This is a grave?!?" she said in a sad shock.



It seemed to ignore her question, but this time it turned around to face her with his back to the grave marker.



"Princess Luna," it's voice now cold with not a trace of emotion in it "listen and listen well. I want your sister to get this message." he said as the forest and sky both seemed to darken. "She thinks herself safe, that she is infallible. She won't think so when the armies of man return to her doorstep and claim what is rightfully ours as we burn the empire she and both your parents built atop the bodies of our dead. Tell her." The wind had suddenly picked up and was blowing furiously as lightning and thunder cracked menacingly around them. "Tell her humanity has returned!" Just then lightning struck. The half dead figure disappeared the next instant.



Luna found herself flying as fast as she could back to the castle in Canterlot. She had to tell Celestia!
I'm uploding this here for the hell of it. I'm mainly updating it on fimfiction.net but I'd thought I'd try it here too sinse it got a good response over there. I don't frequent DA as much as I used too but hey what ya gonna do? Here's the discription I allready used.

A Man. He hungers for vengeance from a time when the world including Equestria was still primal. It was before Celestia and Luna graced it with utopian peace and harmony. What if every thing about their rule is built on the bones of other civilizations? What if those old pony tails aren't just stories but the few bits and pieces that remained of the truth? The fables of monsters and intelligent races not like ponies are more then fiction...they are dying embers of a time before.
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Zoomzoom90's avatar
About time someone did one of these. :D