Trippershy !!B2kpqs2odt No.2579
Elements of Equity - Prelude: "The Aisle of Acid Reign"
Once upon a time, in a faraway world, there lived a genus of powerful beings. Together, they all dreamed of establishing true balance throughout their world, Elysium. One of these beings was the first and last of its kind, and would eventually come to represent chaos in its purist form. This one left Elysium in a quest to find other worlds, and to witness the untold mysteries of the beyond. Many epochs passed since his departure, and in returning to his home, he had stumbled upon a kingdom under siege and struggle. His journeys deemed him worn and greatly altered, yet without hesitation, he nobly led a resistance - - a campaign to reclamation.
Long after this war, he had been overinclined, by his own self, to instruct others in the magic he had encountered before his return. He would teach the artistry of that magic, as he succeeded his officialdom’s previous didact. Unlike the fallen monarch before him, he undertook the mantle of Chief in reluctance. Despite having been a dictator, he was not ruthless. In fact, he restored a proper government to all those who had been severely oppressed. All he expected in return was the creation of The Library, where he offered boundless dictums - - knowledge to all who sought it. His reign brought peace and happiness to Elysium. As the times strived onward, some managed to excel in his teachings. One in particular was a young alicorn mare of royal descent. Her coat was of the whitest tone, and her mane… it flowed, always, of many ornamental colors. By many, she was called "Celestia"; by him, she was called "faithful student".
Elysium's aging king could almost always be found within the vast aisles of the isolated Library. This is where Celestia found him. Her hoofsteps echoed with subtle reverberation across the great entrance hallway. Her eyes glanced from bust to bust, from portrait to portrait, papyrus to papyrus. The glassy marble statues of Elysium's fallen war heroes… The beauteous, colorful paintings of Elysium's most talented artists… and the weathered scrolls of mutually pre-war times, hung up and shielded upon the walls. Celestia sauntered past many long, towering shelves of relics and books, before slowing her pace. Her pronounced posture, as she approached her master, still had her standing at a considerably shorter height than him. He towered over most, for he did not share the same shapes as Elysium's equestrians. He was a draconequus, and not one portion of him shared symmetry with the other. Motionless, he stood, gazing out a window… his tired eyes looked over the largest city of their world, which lay on the farthest point of the horizon.
The sun slowly set behind it, as the orange sky darkened. She breathed in, anxiously, and opened her mouth to speak. "Everyone on the high council thinks you're preparing another departure, they…" Ever so subtly, her hoof had scuffed the carpeted floor beneath her. "… they're already planning to replace you." Her teacher nodded, stoically, and whispered. "They've been wanting a new head under the crown for a while now, my faithful student." He unfolded his arms from his chest, and brushed the glass before him with his open paw. "I've witnessed innocuous life blossom from this humble world." He looked down to his side, and faintly smiled. She knew he was talking of her, and not a single other pony within Elysium. He had become jaded over the years, and in that, had become quite apathetic… but he was always a little less so in Celestia's presence.
The draconequus turned around, and gently placed his paw on his young apprentice's shoulder. "You seem worried. Don't be." He said, assuringly. Celestia focused on his eyes, and began to follow him to the entrance hallway. "You promise that you aren't leaving us?" She nagged. Her teacher nodded, weakly, and began to frown. "Of course. I know not where I belong - - where would I disappear to when I haven't a place to disappear from?" Celestia shook her head, and raised her hoof to touch him. They both stopped in their tracks. "You belong here as much as the rest of us." For many moments, they locked eyes, before continuing in their walk.
The Library was wedged between the two walls of a split mountain top; it completed the point. A passageway spiralled from the belly of The Library. Under the tip, the hallway circled downward into the middle of the mountain itself. This hollow passage corkscrewed deep within the alp until leading through a cave onto a palisade. This cliffside is where one would set flight, away from the elevation. It was this way for a reason. Any being without wings would not be able to enter, nor leave. When the master and student reached the palisade, they spread their wings to fly… and it began to rain. This was the draconequus' doing, though he did not know. Oftentimes, the world around him would reflect his mental state - - much like the world around him would influence it. Standing on the far edge of the cliffside, they decided on waiting to take flight.