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//As before, there are too many people in this thread to reasonably require adherence to post order. However, try to use your best judgement and no post, like, fifteen minutes after your last post.
It had taken three days for Ra to recover enough from fulfilling the request of Obsidian Blade before he was capable of walking again. Given the acute certainty he'd had that he was going to die instead, this was a remarkable recovery time, aided in no small part by assistance his soldiers have given him in moving him to the shoreline, to bask in the sun.
The sun that had returned.
Now, ten days- real days measured by unbroken sunlight and with nights peculiarly short even for midsummer- later, there was a very different sort of certainty. Confidence, wrapped up in a luminous white hide, glittering and insubstantial wings that seemed to never end, only growing more diffuse until they faded away in a wash of gold, muscles that, though the skin over them was still loose, coiled and stretched with easy, smooth grace. Everything about the God of Light sand a radiant ode to health and joy and vibrance, and even the look of his empty, white eyes sparked with quiet surety.
The Princess of the Sun had been recalled back to her stronghold, but had promised that the sun would remain in the sky on this day, until such a time as she was contacted by fire-letter that the battle had ended. It was the absolute least, she had proclaimed, that she could offer.
Her sister had been a little more... straightforward. Rumours had always pinned the Moon Princess as the more aggressive of the two, but her decision to attend the field of battle had surprised him greatly.
Then again, Apep was a creature of the darkest nightmare, and she of all beings knew the danger such a thing represented.
If there had been any doubt, for those travelling not by the magic of the contract, but by their own strength, of where the battlefield was located, it died away quickly.
The light did not penetrate the massive dome of rolling, dark clouds. Nothing like the bruisey blue-violet of thunderheads, these were obvious magical constructs. And it was within them that, once, the Pony Princesses had been held. It was likewise within them that Apep hid away, perhaps utterly unaware that anything had changed at all. The black snake was not known for its cleverness, only it's mindless thirst for death.
The promise of sunlight did little to ease Ra's heart as he approached the boundary of the battlefield, magic wrapped tight around him in something of a shielding cloak that prevented Apep's notice.
Once the crossed that boundary, he would be in Apep's realm, and even with the sunlight returned to the world, the power Apep had accrued during the Summer of Night was not paltry.
There was nothing for it, though.
He charged, fighting his way through the black miasma. It took longer than it should have, running through fog. But it was designed, destined to keep out the light.
Even as he clawed his way forwards, he called upon his warriors, drawing their souls close against his own, and with an explosive burst of pale golden light, he pulled through the border and into the blinding, ink blackness of the field, his contracted soldiers appearing before him, just as expected.
//If you made a contract with Ra, you may post now. If you did not make a contract with Ra, please wait until tomorrow (that is to say, after Midnight, so from 12:01 AM Mar 22) to post, as non-contracted combatants are going to take a while to get there.
//Note that the borderline is only designed to repel light. Non-light-entities (eg all mortals basically) will cross through it as if crossing through fog.
//Note that inside the barrier, it is pitch black. You aren't going to be seeing much. That's why there was such a call for unicorns.
This post has been edited by Ra: Mar 21 2013, 07:17 AM
Kashi gulps down the bite of food in her mouth, the result of a breakfast interrupted by the call, and tosses back the cup of hot chocolate in her hoof as she takes stock of where she found herself.
She was no stranger to darkness. It was one element particularly well studied by those at Scholomance. This darkness however, was a different brand of darkness than that of Scholomance. While Scholomance studies the Darkness that Accepts or the Darkness of Potential, this seemed to be Darkness that Destroys.
'Destructi0n. Wasteful. Far supi0r t0 make y0urs while keeping it intact.' She mentally scoffs. While she may not have known the exact time the call was going to come, she had known that it would be soon and had taken steps to prepare. A hoof slide across the cheap stones of the necklace she now wears activates the simple enchantment within them, they start to glow with light enough to see.
Next she sends a whisper message to all the rest that had been called to the field of battle, "The Light will be like painting a target 0n 0ur backs. Its first attack will be the m0st danger0us m0mment, if we can endure that we can have a chance t0 c0unter-attack 0r have reinforcements arrive. If y0u can, d0 s0mething t0 c0ntr0l what directi0n the attack will c0me fr0m, and start brainst0rming ideas t0 take 0ut that D0me 0f Darkness."
Saber appeared on the battlefield just after Kashi. With the sudden teleportation into darkness and the sound of a whisper making mention of Apep's imminent attack and asking the group to lure Apep into attacking from a certain direction, it was apparent that it was time to kick some disappointingly tiny snake ass. Well, it was time for Ra to kick some reptile tail, as he was supposed to deliver the final, killing blow to Apep. The rest of them were mostly there to fill a supporting role.
Saber stood in the darkness, wreathed with a mystical glow coming from her new uniform. If anypony in the darkness was near her, they would see the Lieutenant faintly, illuminated by a glowing reddish orange ankh on her pith helmet, glowing gold buttons decorated with the eye of Horus, and the faint blue of the phrase "Come and take it" written in glowing hieroglyph's on one of Saber's sleeves. Under the phrase was a symbol of a sickle-sword.
"A target, eh?" she said quietly, looking over her uniform. "Sounds about right." Aside from Ra, unless anypony else ended up with a glowing uniform or armor, Saber was probably the most obvious target there. "If you need somepony who can lure Apep in a certain direction, I'd be up for it."
This was bad.. The thick blanket of darkness would make her great wind dragon useless. But this was just a minor obstacle. "Attention my troops! We will descend into the madness and fight our way through! Each carry a torch with you, as a proof of loyalty to Ra! The generals won't need to carry torches. They all have been passed instructions. Mamoru will lead the ambush troops! I and Ao-Nome will march in the frontlines. The medical troop will cover our flank. Each and every one of you is in possession of two pills. The blue one will calm your mind, and should be used if you feel you are about to give in to Apep's madness. The red one will drop your vitals to a point of near death and should be only used if you feel resistance is futile. YOU HEARD ME?!". The response from her army was a collective howl and the many weapons being held up. "He calls for us! Make the golden light shine!"
And with that, Kogane rushed into the battlefield, 150 of her soldiers following her, 200 following the strong Ao-Nome, 150 following the smart Mamoru for the planned ambush with flamable oil vases. The remainder 500 were outside the fog, led by Honoh no Sakura into waiting before rushing in, each tasked in taking those who would take the red pill out of that battlefield. They were aware that many would fall.. But, if it was for a better future, they knew it was worth the sacrifice.
Once she was called closer to Ra, the princess of Maneji said "My troops will die for you if that should be their fate. But I hope Apep is the only to lose. They might be on our tail any minute soon. Let's fight now!". And thus, Kogane drew her silver sword in her mouth, whispering a chant to cause the winds to allow her blade to swing faster.
Sonic Wings had prepared himself as well, having brought nearly nothign suitable to combat to begin, he had to improvise with whatever he had. Gunpowder satchels carefully wrappedand held in saddlebags and is flint and steel hoof rings... Those were all he had. And now he had magic... He felt a pang of shame his wish turned him into something he wasn't ready to be, but there was no time for regrets: He must help Ra.
As he was teleported, he was already flying beside him. "Master Ra, I will follow your orders to the very end! Please, let me know how my abilities should be used! I am your sword and shield!"
Foxbat blinked twice, adjusting his eyes to the mist around him. Adrenaline jumped through his veins—partly as an aftereffect of the teleportation, partly from the thought of entering battle—and he felt a keen urge to run amok before his training asserted itself.
Letting a long breath out of himself, he lowered his helmet visor over his muzzle, and took to the air with a running start. As he ascended in a spiral around the immediate area Ra and his fellow fighters occupied, he probed the mental link between himself and the sun sphinx, eyes tracing the faint circle of light below him.
I’ll give overwatch, your Radiance. Tell me if someone is in trouble.
Aside from the ground party, he could see nothing around him. Keeping the sun deity in sight as a ground beacon, he hovered in a circle in the darkened air, ears and nose keened for signs of attack.
Renaissance was meditating when the teleport happened. He quickly drew one of the two katanas and charged he remeberd his training and he kept himself aware of his surroundings. The batch of spears glowed slightly but a lot of the light was concealed by the white cloth over them. He did feel a odd pang at the back of his head but he held it off.
Anirh cringes as he was teleported he naturaly absorbed all the sound. Anirh gulped down his fear and stood tall. "I can do this"he told himself and he walked p to ra nodding and mulling oover his fear.
Inukami: 25 Pundali: 8 PCs: 1 Kogane You may post once more with this character, and they must die in the manner of your choice at the end of said post.
Foxbat: Skin removed from leg of your choice, fetlock down. Bleeding is sluggish but significant. Cannot bear weight.
Swali: Deep cut to wing of your choice, will remove ability to fly, or perform rituals dependent on wing gestures. Significant feather loss will take some weeks to regrow.
They were very fast thinkers, his warriors, and the subtle weavings of Thoth's mind magic which smoothed communication by slicing through the misconceptions that often littered verbal exchanges only helped. He let the first words pass unremarked upon, instead stretching his wings skyward, pouring magic into them until they were almost certainly glowing brightly.
It made little difference, in the pitch blackness, but he could feel Apep's magic fighting him. This was quite the large spell, casting a protective barrier over such an area, and all the moreso when the snake god had no idea of the meaning of defense.
It would take a very long time to break it, if it were a matter of sheer power, but it wasn't. Already, he could feel a few of his own warriors edging their minds and magic along the leylines of the dome, pinching and pulling at the points where it was straining under Ra's outpouring of power.
It would take time, but not an impossible length.
For a moment, Ra felt confidence verging on pride. He did not have time to regret his momentary hubris when he felt the retaliation on his winglight relax abruptly. Not that the easing of the countermagic was a bad thing, quite the opposite, but...
There was no scent, not really, but it was what Ra had always thought of the magical signature as. A unique, wretched stink of magical radiation that marked Apep's mindless hoard. And never before had he felt so much of it in the same moment.
He heard the Empress, the one her inukami called goddess, and the smoothing magic of Thoth gave him an explanation that her dialogue did not. How had he been so concerned with his travels at to not realize... No. No this was.. there had only been four of them. There were never meant to be more. Four warriors and their princess, and of them only the princess had chosen to take the binding.
And now, there were over one thousand trained fighters, their minds fogged over with mortality, the perfect hiding place for a curl of madness. One that, with the power Apep could now bring to bear, had set in in seconds.
The bloodshed began in earnest. They were warriors who had no fear of any injury or death now, they were perfect killing machines who could navigate the sightless dark dome without hazard for they knew darkness as Ra knew light.
He could hear the sounds of gnashing teeth and rending claws, of blades on armor as friend set upon friend. They were still mindless, still as likely to kill one another as any of his own warriors but- he heard cries of pain, and felt eight of his own warriors give beneath the attack, before a familiar, deep roar of pain.
Celestia was once a warrior goddess who had travelled a world of madness and carried fire and death in her wake, powers beyond her control leaking into the space around her, destroying anything she dared to touch. Everything, except the one thing she wished dead.
She had not been a Princess, then, but she had been a goddess, and though her bodey had changed, her mind had not. There were layers upon layers of new information, centuries of perfect memory stored to be sorted through at leisure, moments of diamond sharp joy and blackest heartbreak. But there, beneath them all, were the old paths her mind had travelled, in a time of eternal chaos and war.
She walked them again now, circling over the great black dome, wings flared to catch the warm Pundali air.
She had allowed this to happen, and she would not stand by and let it continue.
Her horn glowed vividly, heat rolling off the golden aura of magic, enough that it would undoubtedly have burned away a mere unicorn, that it would have rendered her neice and sister insensate. But she was Celestia, the Dawnbringer, the Dragontamer, and heat was her oldest ally.
The sun trembled to a stop in the sky overhead, it's morning trek to Apex halted as she let her magic wind around and through the great mass of fire that had once been her. That was still her, when she commanded it.
It would take time, dear and precious, to pull it, to contain it (three rounds of time, to be precise), so that it would not immolate her own little ponies, but she was certain that this nightmare beast would give way to her magic. It had to.
The dark caused Swali's eyes to grow dialated, almost to the point of pain with how quickly the responded, pupils growing wide. He reached out with his left wing, brushing a warm body, and knew that, as always, his relative position to Ndege had been held through the teleport. But it was important to check.
She giggled, a bright noise that set his teeth on edge, and he heard the flutter of wings, felt the puff of air as she took flight. He followed her immediately. She was a fighter of the air, and the ground, he knew, firghtened her now. Especially with the way it could not be seen.
They fell into a steady hover as one, air from eachothers' wings buffetting and being accounted for.
Then it happened. The crush of familiar, nauseating magic filled the air. But, of course, Ndege had no magic of her own, not of the sort Swali relied upon for sensing these things. She did not know. She though the sound of teeth and blades was of benefit.
It took only a moment for Ra to spread the knowledge of what had happened to his bound warriors. And it took only a moment more for Ndege to fall into a numb shock at the understanging. How could the madness sink in so quickly? How had such a grave miscalculation been made?
There had been such celebration when the porcelain white princess of Ponies had hauled the sun out of the east by sheer force of magic only a fortnight ago. There had been certainty that the worst was over, that the war would finally be won.
This was not how it was meant to go.
She was too blinded by the news to react to the subtle whistle of projectiles, but Swali was not. He dove, immediately, left wing spread protectively and casting his fall into a peculiar angle. But it didn't matter. With a tilt of his leading edge, the arrows slammed into the meat of his wing, only narrowly missing bone. They made ribbons of his flesh, and he realized vaguely, distantly, that he might not fly again. The feathers might not be able to grow back from the ragged skinning left in the wake of six arrows caught.
Kogane fought like there was no tomorrow, but then... She felt a sharp pain on her back. A spear had lodged in there, piercing her heart. Che coughed loudly, blood gushing through her mouth. "God... Damn... No... Not... Yet... May this wind... Reach them!" with a one last incantantion, a distortion in the air was created, but to use as a sign for her allies. "I'm Not going down yet!", she rushed and grew more violent within the last minutes of her battle. She knew it, she knew that her fall was fated, but she would fight until she could not stand up anymore...
The faint breeze reached her allies. Mamoru clenched his teeth and ordered the fire attack to be started in the blind, just guessing where the enemy might be. Sakura cried and oredered her troops to charge in and bring Kogane out of the dark. Ao-Nome was enraged now, and his order to his troops were simple: "SHOW NO MERCY! LET HER DEATH NOT BE IN VAIN! TURN FEAR AND SORROW INTO WRATH! CUT DOWN THE ENEMY TO THE LAST CELL!"
Her many warriors were confused... And ENRAGED. They would fight recklessly by now. As for Sakura's army, their sorrow encouraged them to sacrifice themselves to bring Kogane out of the darkness.
"Master Ra! The Goddess of Flame has fallen! What will we do?! Master Ra?! I cannot... I cannot stand this!". Sonic Wings was sad, for he had once seen a slaughter and feared for everyone's life. "APEP, YOU COWARD! COME OUT AND FIGHT US DIRECTLY! STOP HIDING BEHIND THE VEIL OF MIST!", he shouted and unconsciously charged his magic, enveloping him in a silvery-blue light.
Straining the range of her whisper spell to the maximum, which on a good day could be measured in miles, Kashi lets out the type of high pitched whistle that you just have to stop and pay attention to, which, thanks to said spell, sounds like it's coming from right by each of the soldiers within her range.
"Calm y0urselves." She begins after the whistle fades, "Apep represents the Darkness that Destr0ys. He will use madness, death, and fear t0 strike at y0ur system 0f discipline, t0 turn y0u against y0urself while he can just sit back an reap the sp0ils. There will be time f0r m0urning later, but if y0u give in t0 y0ur em0ti0ns n0w, if y0u f0rget y0ur duty and y0ur discipline then make n0 mistake, Apep WILL win and y0ur leader's death will be in vain."
"N0w then, Apep's m0st fears0me ability is his ability t0 turn friend against friend. This..... g0d sees us as insects, bugs, t0 be t0yed with and killed at his leisure." She continues, spitting out the word "god" as if it's something distasteful, "But he has given us the very way we will defeat his puppets. The madness he infects his victims destr0ys all that remains 0f the pers0n bef0re and infects them 0nly with a desire t0 cause death and destructi0n. Mercy, Teamwork, Friendship. They d0 n0t understand these things. W0rk t0gether, sh0w mercy t0wards y0ur 0ppenents, use y0ur Friendship, built 0ver training t0gether, marching t0gether, living t0gether as s0ldiers, t0 kn0w that n0ne w0uld wish t0 live life as 0ne 0f his puppets."
She turns away from the soldiers. What she said would either be enough to stop them giving into their blood lust and become easy pickings for Apep, or it would not be. It was simple as that. What was important was actually finding Apep. She turns her attention to the earring hanging from her left lob.
A new addition to her arsenal, while she only knew a few spells well enough to anchor them to her grimoire from just memory her boon from Ra provided the information she needed to add some several new short term additions to her bag of tricks. The earring was simply enough a sensor, a crude version of the type of senses Unicorns and Gods naturally have. Ultimately, the crudity of the enchanted earring didn't particularly matter when there were three major gods throwing around capital P Power.
If Ra's senses translated to smell, her device translated to sound. First and foremost was Celestia's song, piercing above and through the other twos much like her own whistle had attempted cut through the noise of battle. That surprised Kashi. Like most ponies, Kashi had always connected Celestia with Light that Grows, not the clarion call of the Light that Burns that she was hearing, slowly building and growing in intensity even as she listened.
Ra was something different. His song was steady, solid, the type of bass beat that you might not notice. The best way she could describe it was as.... reactionary. The Light that Wards.
As much as she didn't want to admit it, there was a certain appeal to Apep's music. The temptation to give into Madness and Death, to just let go, is within all beings. The music skipped, reversed, took odd turns. Just when you thought their might be a pattern, it takes a different turn to keep you off balance. But even with that knowledge, where was Apep?
Saber found the sounds of death and bloodshed in this darkness to be a hauntingly familiar situation...Her brother, Starlight Comet, had been brutalized in the darkness of the Diamond Dog tunnels during a hostage rescue, and that single most terrifying moment of her life was re-playing in her head as she flew a few feet off the ground in this dome of shadows. She re-focused her concentration on trying to find a way to bring out Apep from the darkness, as if she dwelled on her brother's death, she'd be too distracted to be on the lookout for threats.
She eased downwards a couple feet, and drew one of her swords, angling it so that the light from her uniform would reflect off of the blade and draw attention to her. She didn't care that drawing attention to herself was near-suicidal. She was going to keep her word and get this job done, no matter if she had to die doing it.
A murder-crazy jumped up at her, ready to tear her apart with his claws, but all he got out of it was a neck-snapping brass saber guard to the throat.
"If there are any fliers around," Saber shouted through the shadowy fog, "Grab a reflective surface, if you have one, and form up with me! We need to get Apep's attention and draw him out!"
For a moment, he’d almost thought it was the wind. But Foxbat’s instincts told him to dive, and he took evasive action. Arrows and ballista bolts filled the air, no doubt meant to hit the general area behind the ground-bound vanguard unit and cut it off. He breathed a sigh as the first volley passed him.
The next set of whistles, however, took him off guard. How did they manage to launch the second volley so quickly? Foxbat danced in the air again, thankful for the speed-boon he was granted. But he wasn’t fast enough.
A bolt crashed into the armor on his right hind leg. A sudden, tearing sensation burned through the limb, shocking his nerves, but passed as quickly as it came. An unsettling empty feeling took its place, bordered by a dull fire and a wet drip of blood around his fetlocks.
Foxbat briefly touched the affected leg. A bloody sensation came at contact, but he felt nothing. The skin seemed to have torn away with the armor and padding.
Damn shoddy armor.
He could feel panic edging into his mind from all around him, but the sun sphinx’s blessings seemed to hold. Unlooping his tourniquet from around his neck, Foxbat maneuvered it onto his leg with some effort, straining it to reduce the bleeding. Dropping down to low altitude, he came to a hover near a now-familiar figure. Lieutenant Saber had already unsheathed her weapon, a frenzied foe dead near her feet.
“I think I can tell where the arrows are coming from. I’ll also need a medic, but that can wait.” Foxbat spoke evenly, knowing that Ra must have heard him too through the link between their minds.
He almost commanded her to follow his lead before remembering he was retired. Yeah, right—so much for retirement. But maybe the saying was right—once an officer, always an officer.
“Lead the way, lieutenant. I’ll cover you.”
He was a reconnaissance unit commander, first and foremost. His light armor and the long sharpened spikes mounted downwards at his knees were all blackened in soot, and very little reflection would come off of them. Nonetheless, if the lieutenant wanted to create a diversion, she’d need all the help she could get.
His leg would hurt like a bitch once the adrenaline wore off.
This post has been edited by QS21: Mar 22 2013, 11:40 PM
Snow held close to Ra as they passed through the barrier, desperate to not let her child or husband be hurt. However, she had made her pact, and she was going to honor it. Unlike the others, she wasn't going to go out into the field of battle herself. Not yet. Rather, she was going to let a certain bird handle things for a few minutes. Kali had been settled on her back, clinging to her as she passed through the veil of darkness, and now that that burden was over it was time for her to shine. The bird took off toward the center of the dome, flying silently over the heads of the inukami massacre, before lighting up at last. Within seconds, radiant beams of light shone from the sunbird, and the carnage was illuminated for all to see.
Finally, light! I had cut down two crazed warriors just to survive, and things weren't going to get much easier until my cousin pulled out that pet of hers. I still find it slightly unfair that a pony can just have her familiar fight in her stead, but given her condition I'm amazed she decided to come out here at all. I shouldn't be, though. She never was the type to let anyone die when she could help it.
Enough about that, though. Once the birdie lit up, I finally drew both my swords and began cutting in, fighting through until I ran into someone I knew, someone I knew I could trust. However, even with the comforting and COMPLETELY CREEPY voice in my head, we would need more than teamwork to win this. Specifically, we'd need a little darkness snake to chop into tiny tiny pieces. Thankfully, the stronger the magic the stronger the scent, and so all I needed to do was tear it out of one of the rogue inukami to get a trace on mister snakey. I caught up with the lieutenant and her buddy, and began charging in front of them toward the center of the dark magic that was Apep's madness.
"Fancy meeting you here, Saber. Care to dance?"
This post has been edited by Icefox: Mar 22 2013, 09:16 PM
Wander took a deep slow breath, hovering in mid air over the large dark dome. Ra hadn't been able to make a deal with her, so it'd taken a bit longer to arrive ant the battlefield. However she'd been spending every spar moment in meditation. Quiet introspection, mixed with moments of emptying her mind. Trying to get in touch with...Whatever made up her nature now.
She could hear the Other. Hear it clearly, roars an whispers alike. They had differences to settle, that was certain but for now... both agreed that they would fight. Funny, it's co-operation was the only reason she was flying at all. It seemed to be much more in tune with their body than she was, and using any part came with ease, even flight.
"Light must fade to shadow, Shadow gives way to light. Time moves all things." she spoke quietly before descending to the dome.
"Yes yes, very pretty. Now, let's show these fillies how a god does things!" the other seemed to shout in her mind. Normally Wander would have chastised its pride, but for now they had to focus. She swooped down and felt the darkness of the dome, trying to thin out the area she was circling around.
"APEP! YOUR TIME NEARS ITS END!" she shouted as several blades of pure light came crashing down on the weak point she was attempting to create.
This post has been edited by Solaris: Mar 22 2013, 10:11 PM
Darkness. Many times in his past, the cover of darkness had been Obsidian's ally during an assault, but here... in this twisted space... it was stifling. A white light shone from his horn, allowing him to see a good four, perhaps five feet in front of him... which didn't help much as he found himself being ambushed by a pair of crazed Inukami; Diamond Dog-like creatures that had unfortunately had their minds twisted by Apep's madness.
He'd dealt with the pair easily enough; his sword had been held in his forehooves, so he could focus his magic on powering his light spell, rather than telekinetically lifting his blade. It was difficult at first, having been out of practice for well over 1600 years, but it was enough to slice open their throats. His brow was knitted in frustration. Could he have been able to knock them out, rather than simply kill them? Would they have been out long enough for Apep to meet his end? Would such a tactic have even worked?
Obsidian did not know, and dwelling on such a thing would do him no good. He took a deep breath, and forced more power into his spell, widening the area that the light emanating from his horn would cover.
Renaissance doged a inukmi and slashed it down its spine then turned to look in the direction for the voice. He nodded at himself and began to retreat only to end up bumping into saber. He cut down another maddend creature and looked up. Seeing saber reflecting light of his blade. He raised his blade high so the light would catch it. He didn't say anything but did nearly drop his blade at the loud screech that sounded out .
Anirhturned to the enemy and released all the pent up sound he was gathering. He released a ear burtsting brain scrambling sonic screech into the air above the enemy and at he sky up at the thick clouds.
This is a story I do not tell lightly, for it is a story that changed the fate of all of Equestria in a single sweep of the sun. This is the story of the Death of Celestia, Goddess of the Sun, the first step in the re-founding of the Solar Chorus which brings us the light of Celestia to this day.
Many years ago, before I put my armor away and my sword up on the mantle, I was an adventurer. I was never reluctant about it either as some ponies get, the world was my walnut and I was determined to smash it open by all means necessary. My story begins before this, but I have already told much of it to already, as promised this story is about Princess Celestia and the battle that saw her gasp her last breath.
Events conspired to delay my arrival to the fight, so by the time I had collected a helmet capable of defending my mind, a sword that would cleave darkness in twain and gotten my armor repaired, the fight was well under way. Two armies clashed, though their unprotected minds were play things for the God of Madness and before I got close enough to feel his presence the entirety of all the standing forces aside from a few brave and strong willed heroes then belonged to Apep. I don't know for sure how many of us there were, but several were painfully under equipped for the fight, I saw a few entering the fray with little more than a sword and cape, but I wasn't focused on them. Celestia was far above all, speaking in the Royal Canterlot Voice, "Have heart my little ponies! Your Princess fights with you, this evil will not be allowed to stand any longer!"
The monarch of the Sun, Glorious in her golden armor shone like a beacon above the battle. Her weapon was not a sword a spear or any exotic weapon made of metal, wood or stone; hers was the very light of day, focused on the battle like the most powerful flood light in existence. I had not yet reached the true battle field, a massive black dome, by the time she was first hit. I was working my way through maddened ponies and inukame, cutting down those I could not quickly knock out; the shine from my own weapon was barely visible past that of Celestia's might brightness. I noticed the light dim and as I passed my blade through the poorly armored neck of another dog, I dared a glance upward; the Princess was falling.
My heart sank and I thought, If she can be hurt so easily, what hope have I?. That thought, the tiny break in my resolve was enough for Apep to exploit and plant a seed of madness in my mind. Even as her guards Caught her and began bringing her down to ground level I fought my own fight against the mad God. I could hear him whispering into my ears though I knew that no sound aside from the mad gibbering of his minions rolled across the battlefield. "What is a laborer doing in armor?" His voice was damped by my helmet and my returning resolve, my desire to see this mad dog put to rest; even so, it was like a hoof on a chalk board, harsh and loud. "What is a miner doing pretending she can fight?"
I pressed forward as the light from the sun once more grew to down out the darkness. I pushed my way into the dome and as I crossed the threshold the 'whispers' of the mad God became almost impossibly loud. They questioned me, my abilities, the veracity of my beliefs, everything. Ignoring it was the only armored front I could put up as I wandered through the black abyss of the dome's interior. My sword's light was nearly consumed entirely by the darkness, the flames that crackled along its surface barely managed a candle's light in the dark. I had never experienced such an extreme and profound lack of light before. Even the darkness of the Changeling Queen's moonless, starless sky before Lord Discord put of the cheese moon had at least left the lanterns and lights of the cities unaffected. This profound darkness was more than I had ever expected from the outside of the dome.
Ponies and zebras occasionally flashed into view, saw me and came at me. I had little time to plan and had to fight by instinct alone, slaying them before they could harm me. This is not to say that by this point I had not received injury, my body was weeping blood from wounds that I had thought long closed, my armor was dented from hooves and fists that struck from all angles outside the dome. I was in what some might consider a sorry state, but in spite of that I was glad to be there, even though outside the Princess was struck once more and her magic beginning to waver. We must remember that though she had often seemed unbeatable in the Magical arts, her Majesty had been beaten before, nearly stuck down in the first changeling invasion and taken captive in the second. It was not a forgone conclusion that her might was unassailable, particularly so soon after being drained by combat and vile Changeling magics.
The maddening voices in my head made clear thought nearly impossible, particularly as I pressed deeper. The mad god would of course not be at the center, but could be anywhere in this domain, by the same token a mad pony rarely has the presence of mind to act rationally, to avoid easy location, particularly one so deeply enjoying the fight that he had caused. That in mind I simply followed the voices, pointed myself wherever they felt the loudest and hardest to ignore, I knew that I was likely damning myself that I might die simply from proximity or worse go Mad and fight for his side; these were risks I took happily for I knew that the Princess had my back and the backs of everypony else in the fight. I knew she wouldn't stop until the last ounce of magic had been burned from her blessed carbuncle. What I couldn't know is that she was at that very moment beginning the last fight of her life.
I found out from others later that day, that when she'd landed on the field, Apep's forces converged on her, it explained for me then why I had suddenly felt so alone inside the dome, why I no longer ran into zebra, pony and inukame. His attention diverted to actively controlling his mad minions Apep's assault on my mind lessened some and I was able to finally locate him. To try and describe him would be foolish, partly because I simply cannot remember and partly because a being of Madness, Darkness and Death is not something a mortal pony mind is equipped to comprehend. I knew then how far out of my depth I was, how utterly foolish I had been to come there and try to kill a God; that didn't stop me however.
As I made my first attack, the distracted and unconcerned deity took the strike, then as the flames burst forth and the light burned him, her roared. The sound was something akin to pure madness made manifest as a sound. It was horribly dissonant yet somehow lyrical and lovely, while also being terrifying. In the moment I attributed what happened next partly to myself in my hubris, but mostly to the efforts of Ra and Celestia.
As my blade left the roiling gaseous body of the god of madness, the dome of utter darkness fell. The sky opened up above me, above him and exposed his inconceivable form to the full light of day. He roared again, pain mixed in with the madness. Then came an exaltation from Apep as the sun dimmed considerably. "Now falls the god of ponies and light! Do you feel it whelps?! Do you feel her pain?" Massive black spikes formed in the air, his attention still not on me as he sent them flying at Princess Celestia. The weirdest thing about it was that though I focused myself utterly on slicing apart whatever solid piece of the God presented its self to me; I could also see Celestia clear as if she were standing before me, a fissure running down her horn, pain etched deeply on her beautiful face. Then I saw the black spikes hit, or at least I thought I did. Another being, a pony jumped in front and took the first barrage for her, but it was for naught, the second and third barrage came close afterward and impaled the Princess upon their colorless black forms.
I could almost feel my heart break and madness wash over me, but thankfully it was a madness of my own making, a mindless rage that came from somewhere i did not know existed. I soon found myself not alone, the other heroes arrive shortly to help slay Apep. Their weapons, poorly chosen though they were, were enough combined with my own and my rage. Apep let out a final rasping laugh, focusing a barrage of darkness upon the other god of Light that tread the battlefield. The form of the mad god boiled away leaving a thing that may have been once pony, sphinx or gryphon, but who was mutated and disfigured beyond recognition.
I fell to my knees, first out of despair, Princess Celestia was dead, struck down just as the Mad God himself was. Soon though I realized that I was kneeling in blood, my own blood, the grayness of the world was not sadness and tears, but my body being unable to take the damage I had sustained. My skin was covered in wounds, my armor was almost untouched in spite of this. I lost consciousness moments later, though I do not know if anypony noticed for some time.
When I woke, many many days later, I felt as if I had woken from a nightmare. There was no way that Celestia could be dead, just no way. I woke in a dark tent, smelling of antiseptic and bandages. I wasn't the only one either, hundreds of others lay recovering. A wise commander had held in long reserve a group of doctors, calling them in once the fight was done, once the good guys had succeeded. I was not as I understand their top priority, in fact several times I had nearly died, so profound was my blood loss. My recovery however is another story for another time, what I found out upon my waking was far deeper a wound than anything Apep and his minions had dealt to me. Princess Celestia was indeed dead, her body already on its way back to Equestria.
Her body. Those two words struck deep and made me cry at once. I demanded to know, "How could she die?"
The Doctor looked at me with a solemn frown and red eyes, "I don't know." He shook his head and stepped away from my bed, the IVs dripping water and nutrients into me as I cried. No words could console me, I had come to Pundai to slay a God and by all rights I had succeeded in helping that, but I had not been prepared to see Princess Celestia fall. I don't think anypony was.