Better Layton Never: Equestria's Liberation Grogar!.ZzGrellBs No.892433
#Better Layton Never#Side Arc#Homeworld Equestria#Ask/Invite in BLN OOC
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>Within a dusty and dark library, long abandoned and decrepit in care and attention, a lone figure casually walks down aisles of endless shelves of books. For every step the hooved creature made, the noise echoed twice-fold in the dark rafters high above him, where the shadows twisted and writhed like a nest of restless snakes.
>Yet the figure appears unconcerned with such a phenomena, a single blue ear flicking only once from a gentle chime the bell fastened to a fine sash around his neck makes. The bell, golden and covered with ancient runes of a long-forgotten civilization sways from every step he takes, bringing the figure further and further into the massive library.
>Red eyes stare ahead expectantly, as ahead of him a pedestal slowly emerges from the gloom. A single book sits upon it, trimmed with gold yet faded from time.
>Once he stands before it, the ram rears up onto his hind legs and places his forelegs upon the pedestal with a firm tap. The squirming shadows above the figure rush down to him, but in a flare of blue fire they are instead seized and forced into the shape of long spindly hands.
>The hands slowly reach down and delicately open the cover of the book, the blue flame leaving not even one char mark upon the thick yellowing pages.
>With the words presented to him, Grogar smiles softly and begins to speak in a deep reverberant voice.
Once upon a time, there was a magical land by the name of Equestria. It was inhabited by wondrous creatures and filled with magic. Of this world, the dominant race of the planet was shared collectively by an assortment of little ponies. Ruled over by the benevolent princesses of day and night, protected by the powers known as the Elements of Harmony, the ponies enjoyed their lives free of chaos and worry.
>The spindly hands reach and turn the page, passing an illustration of a brightly colored world populated by small colorful ponies, the sun and the moon above the world enveloping the images of two tall and graceful ponies bearing horns, wings, and crowns.
>The next page, however, features an illustration of the sun and moon empty, the small ponies illustrated on it looking in shock at a crater that had once held a tall mountain and a resplendent city upon it.
One terrible night, a great catastrophe befell the home of the Princesses of Equestria and the home of the Elements of Harmony. They had mysteriously vanished, leaving nothing behind but a crater.
>Again, the page turns. The illustration on the page features ponies weeping in the foreground, the background revealing a mass of unicorns moving the sun in unison.
The ponies despaired losing their friends and princesses. Yet all was not lost. The sun and moon still be influenced by the unicorns, and even without their princesses, the ponies believed that they could maintain harmony and peace until their Lost Kingdom returned.
>The old goat smiles, his pointed teeth gleaming in the light of the blue fire as he turns another page. This page depicts the ponies looking to a dark speck in the distance, the trees and plants withering the further back into the picture it goes.
But without their Princesses, their Elements of Harmony in the world...the ponies discovered that it was not the movements of the sun and moon that they needed of their princesses. It was their protection.
They discovered without their princesses, without the Elements, and without any means to bring them back...
>The next page features a violently drawn scribble of blacks and blues, with two red eyes emerging from the vapors.
All was lost.
>Grogar smiles warmly and gently shuts the book before him. The shadows trapped in his blue fire twist and writhe, and with a shake of his head and a jingle of his bell, the fire disperses.
>The shadows streak away from the ram in writhing agony, the necromancer watching them feel with faint amusement.
Three hundred years, Celestia...I wonder. Shall you triumph and banish me once more to Tartarus? Shall you restore the lands that had once been yours?
Or shall I have the pleasure of destroying that last part of Equestria and see the look in your eyes as I do so?
>The old ram chortles with a quiet menace, and with a light sigh, he moves away from the pedestal and into the gloomy shadows beyond.
>Though he does not take long to find a soft glow of eerie moonlight streaking in from an open window. He approaches it and looks out, to a valley of rotten trees and withered grass. The ground, grey and hard, is peppered with stone and jagged rock around his tall tower, protecting it from any simple invasion from those who would oppose him.
>Grogar looks to the distance and takes a deep breath. Even from here he could see the peaks of the Great Crater, and knew it was only a matter of time before those of banished Equestria would once more attempt to venture into their old homelands.
I'm waiting to see your response...Celestia.