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Eternal Conflict (My Little pony)
Discription:A mighty monster has found itself in Canterlot. Princess Celestia herself decides to venture out to defeat the creature to keep her little ponies safe. Her method of doing so is... different
Princess Celestia, Sol Invictus, First of Her Name, The Rising and Setting Sun was no stranger to conflict. In her younger years, her and her sister had traveled all over the world. From the darkest pits to the highest hilltops the two had laid waste to all manner of monsters, daemons, spooks, and specters. It was they that had defeated the Ursa Major Utl’Noir. By their hooves and horns they destroyed the powerful lich Dead Seed. They even found time in their busy schedules to slay a wendigo or three. Even when Luna had fallen and Celestia was alone the alicorn had still been a force in the world, slaying armies and cracking open mountains as if they were eggs.
Many years have passed since those glorious days. The world had become a tamer place, a safer place; some could even claim that it had become smaller. Nearly all of the monsters of the world had gone, and the only threats now were usually made by ponykind itself. Until very recently that is.
A new creature had emerged from beyond the planes of existence. It was large, strange, with an alien intelligence unlike any that the princess had seen in her many years. It appeared in Canterlot one day and hadn’t left since, though the alicorn was able to keep it contained in the castle for the most part.
On first inspection, the creature didn’t appear threatening. It was noticeably larger than a pony, yes, but it had no fang or claw or horrible magicks at its disposal. It’s skin was thin and hairless, it’s speed rather unimpressive, and while its hands were admittedly useful for a wide variety of things, they were delicate things. For a less seasoned pony, it might have looked downright underwhelming.
Celestia knew better. All it had taken was a few conversations with it and she had known straight away. This creature, this “hyoo-man” as it called itself, was unlike any foe that she had ever faced. More dangerous that an Ursa Major, more destructive than an ancient dragon, more devious than Sombra himself. No magic that she knew could defeat it. The Elements of Harmony would have no effect on it. Sword, spear, or hammer would be useless against it. It almost couldn’t be considered a living thing. No, it was more a force of nature, something that couldn’t be stopped, only weathered until it moved on.
The princess wasn’t without her tricks however. Though she faced a truly mighty foe she would not yield. She was an alicorn; a goddess given flesh. She would defeat this threat to the world and her little ponies no matter the cost!
It was this mindset that spurred her through the hallways of her castle, head held high and her eyes focused forward. She was armed and armored, long, fuzzy socks on her hooves and her mane tied back into a ponytail. Her royal finery had been left in her personal chambers. They would do her no good in this battle.
Every once in awhile, on her trek to her greatest battle, she would cross one of her little ponies. A guard, one of her maids, a noble or a scribe; all of them going about their business completely unsuspecting what was about to unfold.
The ponies, though a little confused about her choice of attire, nevertheless enthusiastically greeted her. Were the situation not as dire, the princess might have stopped to converse at length with the mare or stallion. As it was she only had time to ask how their day was going, how their family members were, insist that pictures of newborn foals or the foal itself...
Princess Celestia, Sol Invictus, First of Her Name, The Rising and Setting Sun was no stranger to conflict. In her younger years, her and her sister had traveled all over the world. From the darkest pits to the highest hilltops the two had laid waste to all manner of monsters, daemons, spooks, and specters. It was they that had defeated the Ursa Major Utl’Noir. By their hooves and horns they destroyed the powerful lich Dead Seed. They even found time in their busy schedules to slay a wendigo or three. Even when Luna had fallen and Celestia was alone the alicorn had still been a force in the world, slaying armies and cracking open mountains as if they were eggs.
Many years have passed since those glorious days. The world had become a tamer place, a safer place; some could even claim that it had become smaller. Nearly all of the monsters of the world had gone, and the only threats now were usually made by ponykind itself. Until very recently that is.
A new creature had emerged from beyond the planes of existence. It was large, strange, with an alien intelligence unlike any that the princess had seen in her many years. It appeared in Canterlot one day and hadn’t left since, though the alicorn was able to keep it contained in the castle for the most part.
On first inspection, the creature didn’t appear threatening. It was noticeably larger than a pony, yes, but it had no fang or claw or horrible magicks at its disposal. It’s skin was thin and hairless, it’s speed rather unimpressive, and while its hands were admittedly useful for a wide variety of things, they were delicate things. For a less seasoned pony, it might have looked downright underwhelming.
Celestia knew better. All it had taken was a few conversations with it and she had known straight away. This creature, this “hyoo-man” as it called itself, was unlike any foe that she had ever faced. More dangerous that an Ursa Major, more destructive than an ancient dragon, more devious than Sombra himself. No magic that she knew could defeat it. The Elements of Harmony would have no effect on it. Sword, spear, or hammer would be useless against it. It almost couldn’t be considered a living thing. No, it was more a force of nature, something that couldn’t be stopped, only weathered until it moved on.
The princess wasn’t without her tricks however. Though she faced a truly mighty foe she would not yield. She was an alicorn; a goddess given flesh. She would defeat this threat to the world and her little ponies no matter the cost!
It was this mindset that spurred her through the hallways of her castle, head held high and her eyes focused forward. She was armed and armored, long, fuzzy socks on her hooves and her mane tied back into a ponytail. Her royal finery had been left in her personal chambers. They would do her no good in this battle.
Every once in awhile, on her trek to her greatest battle, she would cross one of her little ponies. A guard, one of her maids, a noble or a scribe; all of them going about their business completely unsuspecting what was about to unfold.
The ponies, though a little confused about her choice of attire, nevertheless enthusiastically greeted her. Were the situation not as dire, the princess might have stopped to converse at length with the mare or stallion. As it was she only had time to ask how their day was going, how their family members were, insist that pictures of newborn foals or the foal itself...
