Silent lightning flashed through the clear sky that evening. A trembling energy formed on a hill a mile outside of Ponyville, shaking the very air with its presence. Just as quickly as it had entered, the unknown power dissipated, leaving behind the unconscious form of a dark brown unicorn stallion and a large impression upon the earth.
His journey had been relatively short, yet left him more drained than he had ever felt. He had used considerable amounts of his power to stay in between existence and the nothingness he had begun to call home. He did so for a few reasons, both to protect himself and the world he was about to enter. True, he could just waltz into this new world, laws be damned, but he had learned long ago the destructiveness of such a choice.
He had encountered such worlds as this before. Worlds whose life was populated by entirely different standards. He had long had in place precautions to allow himself to be transformed to fit the new dimensional form. The problems that arose with this transformation were unique however. Upon entrance, his form was remade, but he could not use the new body as it was naturally granted. He became an Alicorn, with devastating powers that could be sensed even by the thickest of beings, regardless of their use. His cutie mark, something that beings in this world received upon discovering their greatest talents, had the entirety of reality within it. Needless to say, this made him far more conspicuous than would be prudent. Thus he held back, staying outside of existence while within the folds of reality. He worked quickly, forming a simpler unicorn type body, working in spells to keep his nature more than a secret.
The second problem he faced was more complex. In the core of this new world, a deep magic was set for travelers such as him. To enter, one must allow the harmony of the world to be untainted by their presence. The slightest concept out of place, and slowly the foundations would crumble and be corrupted. In order to maintain the pristine state, one had to give up their tainting memories and thoughts. He could not comply, there was still much to do. He found a simple solution however, that satisfied the requirements while allowing him to retain his mind. In his created form, he imposed the restrictions, and left in the knowledge of how to return to both his more powerful and unchanged bodies.
He lay there for the rest of the day, and most of the following night, recovering his strength. As the sun began to rise again, he awoke, his mind racing, his vibrant green eyes unfocussed. Where am I? What... am I? I... At this point, he attempted to remember. While many fragments of his former life glimmered in his mind, he was aware of a very large gap, a cloud of swirling debris where his memories used to lie. One thought remained absolutely clear: This was necessary. You know how to return when the time comes. He lay there still dazed, eventually deciding to get up. This posed a new problem.
Where he used to have hands, legs and an erect spine, he was in new territory. He shifted his weight, and managed to roll onto his legs. That's one small step for man he chuckled to himself. Slowly, he tested each leg, and found controlling them difficult but not impossible. His tail, on the other hand, had no point of reference, and seemed to twitch and flutter of its own accord. He paid little attention to this though.
He finally managed to stand, and to his surprise, it was simpler and more comfortable on four legs than two. He shook out his coat, spraying morning dew everywhere and stretched his body out into to its limits, feeling each new sensation. His dark brown fur coat itched slightly. The pitch black mane that drooped into his face made him feel like... something. The thought escaped into the swirling cloud of fragments in his mind, and he decided that it wasn't important enough to look into. He twitched his snout and huffed. The much more powerful lungs sent a bigger gust than he was expecting out of his nostrils. Right, bigger lungs... He flopped his ears around for his amusement. Even while human, he always had excellent control of his ear muscles, which made him a hit at parties. He focused all his attention on his tail, and over the next few minutes learned which muscles did what.
He yawned and stretched again, and surveyed the world around him.
I WEILD THE ULTIMATE POWER OF THE ALMIGHTY ALL FIRST SCYTHE
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251324 I would complain about first posters, but that is indeed a pretty badass scythe ^_^ What'd you think of the story?
251389 a bit confusing as to what's going on, but good descriptions
This is pretty good. My only complaint is that the chapters is a little short, but other then that, very enjoyable.
Whoah... :D
EDIT: So wait, should I have read the rest of this series or something first, or is there no rest of the series yet, or what? I'm interested.
251463 and 251547 Yeah, its in the middle of the series, but I haven't even written the first book yet. I have a very thorough concept of what I want to do with it, but sitting down to write is... troublesome. I got a blast of inspiration for this story, and felt it was worth writing proper, even if it was in media res with the rest.
DJ: What exactly was confusing? I'd like to make everything as clear as I can for the readers :)
251467: Yeah, I couldn't think of how to make it longer without drawing it out obscenely with history or giving things away. Any suggestions would be welcome :)
251897 mainly the beginning, i have no idea how though, it just is (it may be just me)
251929 Ah. That would be due to lack of context. I can't fix that in the prologue, but I can fix it here:
Clockwork (I haven't decided on his human name anyway) is a human being who managed to break away from reality. Whether he became insane and this whole thing is his maddened mental images, or grew essentially to Godhood, that's up to the reader to decide. The omniverse is big, and outside of individual universes, there's a non-existence space. This is where he lives until the middle of the second book. He has long since decided that a policy of non-interference is best, as he is not omniscient, and doesn't want to mess up a good universe by his control. In the beginning of this book, he enters into the universe, but the laws of the mlp universe require that he let go of things that would change the world enough to corrupt it over time. He also is immensely powerful, bordering on all powerful, so his form takes the most powerful thing that it can find in mlp: An alicorn. He fixes both problems by creating the smaller unicorn form and allowing it to have its memory wiped.
251997 okay, it makes more sense now
252078 Ah, good :) Is there anything specific in that wall of text I should add in for clarities sake?