“You can make a fine cup of Lipton tea Mortis, anyone ever tell you that?” Asked a bipedal being sat in the shade, sipping on a slightly illuminated cup of tea, crossing her hands after placing the cup down. One could see the patterns on the cup, mostly figures of bones and skulls with soft ivory trim around the base for the foot of the cup.

There were many creatures in the dark, some visible, some not, all sitting around a gargantuan, round table, everyone drinking some kind of liquid.

“Destiny - please stop the name dropping, anyone could be listening in.” Said another figure, this one equine, sitting back, in the dark, also drinking tea.

“Hey now, stop the title dropping, L!” Commented another being, you could only see the eagle claw and two different horns sticking out from this figure, this person drinking a custom alcoholic beverage, he didn’t name it, the only thing he could say about it that it was “strong as dicks”.

“Chaos - stop that you little coc-” Started a different being, but was silenced by the Mortis before it could all go downhill.

“Silence, fools.” Mortis, the avatar of Death, and the only person sitting at the table who was not covered in shadows, commanded. He was wearing a black, silky cloak, under which one could see two hands sticking out, each of having five long digits.

He was drinking a very dense, black liquid. Leaning near him over the table was his long scythe, glowing a soft, slightly transparent green, with a skull on the top connecting the shaft and the unnecessary, but impressive blade.

“I gathered you all here because of the… ‘outsiders™.’ ” He said, his deep voice silencing all whispers and outbursts from the avatars and immortals gathered at the table.

“Finally some people who can actually get something done and get C, L and T back!” Shouted a female figure, only her deep blue, incredibly large eyes, if compared to the rest of the world’s races.

“Oh boy, here we go! Can someone shut up the pink menace before she starts again?" Asked a male with a very deep voice, annoyed and angry because of the neccesity of being in one room with such a miserable bunch of immortals. Resting on the table were his spear and sword.

“ARES.” Reprimanded Mortis, glaring at the God of War.

Another person, her only part visible being her helmet and a part of her clothes, which were pearly white, her helmet gold with a green mohawk. She looked over her shoulder, and whispered to nobody.

“God of the Mindless War, you mean?”

[Redactor's Note: It was unknown whether the author presented the Goddess, Athena as talking to herself, to someone who was not mentioned or simply breaking "the fourth wall"]

Zaphreal Gadriel was having a great day. He was just ranked the first Class A Fire User since Uriel, who died centuries ago, and has also been ranked a Class B Light User - a rank almost as rare.

What do those classes mean, you ask? You might think of them as titles - when someone becomes a Class A user of anything they instantly become an Archduke, and on top of that is written into the history books.

The only thing that’d simply destroy his day mercilessly would be heretics ambushing him! Of course, the Phoenix of Eden, as was his title now, would incinerate them! Or shoot them with his amazing bow, Taulmaril - a gift for his great-great grandfather from the King himself for his bravery in the latest war against the Thestrals.

Which was 300 years ago. Oh, these Equestrian Princesses and their “world peace”, who wants that? How can you get off scot-free with burning down a village now?

Back on track, his bow was beautifully crafted by the best of best in whole Eden, enchanted by the Royal Archmage and blessed by the Archbishop themselves!

The bow was accompanied by a quiver, from which one could get all the arrows in the world, as they never ended, unless they were not fired, simply thrown out or broken.

They were silver arrows, extremely effective against the damned batponies, or the devils themselves if they ever dared to show their faces around.

It shot the arrows out so fast they became a blur of light, and they either detonated or dissolved, which additionally burned the fool who was unfortunate enough to be stuck by such arrow.

Right now he was descending off of the Flying City, gliding  under. It was a blind spot, and the Royal Mages detected a powerful magical signature coming from there.

It was a third after 4PM, twenty minutes to be precise, his favorite time of the day, he found fire spells easier to be cast at that time.

Why? He did not know that - nor did it bother him. He was a pyromancer, not a sorcerer, nor a researcher.

He really hoped they were thestrals, it’d be childs play to pick them off.

When he touched the ground, he looked around for a bit, soon finding some weird contraption. It was most probably flipped upside down, it looked like a carriage but had no harnesses.

It had a weird mish-mash of metal on the back, with two handles over it’s side, as if one could grab onto it, but why? Why make something so… unnecessary?

There were two seats, each of them shaped for a bipedal being, like theminotaurs, or the damned devils, and what’s it called…

Oh, humans! That’s right! The seats were a little… small so maybe they were made by the weird humans! Nobody knows much about them, they live on a landmass far, far away from the other races, usually bringing valuable and unknown resources, showing off their technology.

Last time he heard of human science was that they were making machines which could fly on their own! Not an entirely impossible thought, but to think he would live in such an age where one could fly without straining themselves?

He would actually be delighted to meet a human, he only had the pleasure of seeing one when he was just a child, what was his name? Boneparty? Ponyparte? Doesn’t matter, they were quite a violent race when they wanted to be!

Around three thousand years ago the minotaurs and griffons tried to invade the humans.

It was generous to call it a war, as the humans completely drove the invaders off before they could get off the shore. The griffons are still recovering.

What is weird about the humans - they deny the existence of any gods except their own, one, single God. They say that all the other immortals are false gods and have no place in this world. It just warmed the angels’ hearts when it was their God who they praised!

As he got close to the vehicle, he heard someone shouting not too far away.

It was something along the lines of ‘three, two, one and pull!’, as if someone was stuck.

He grabbed the carriage, and with as much strength he could muster, he tried to flip the machine. It barely budged. Well, he can’t do anything here, so he went to find the shouting people.

After five minutes or so, he found them. In a hilarious situation, may I say! One was stuck in the ground up to his neck, two were trying to pull him out and one was just sitting on a rock, laughing his ass off.

“Come on, Geoff, that’s not funny! Help them pull me out!” Said the stuck human, he had slightly longer hair than the rest, which stuck out from behind his steel helmet, which looked like a dragon’s skull.

He also wore a blue suit which covered all of his body, and the most important parts were also covered by additional armor.

“Fuck off Kerry, you deserve all of that!” Said the one on the rock, Geoff.

He wore a green suit of armor which looked very heavy, and he also held a helmet which covered all of his head and bore an orange visor. On his back was something that looked like a child of a crossbow, a shield, and a spear.

It was a long object with a handle and a long barrel, it had the words “Pegglemaster 2000” written on it’s side. He also held a very big knife in his hands, sharpening it on his outfit. It almost looked like a machete but it possessed a very sharp end.

One of the humans trying to pull out “Kerry” was simply huge. He had a weird suit, which looked like it was made out of leather, a green shirt, red pants, and on the ground was a blue helmet. He had a belt on which held a hammer, wrench, and one of those weird Saddle Arabian revolvers.

On his back however, was the biggest weapon he has ever seen; a massive war hammer, and on the thick side had four glowing lights, it looked very intimidating to the angel. At least two times his size!

The other person pulling Kerry out however, was the most interesting in his… blandness. Then he noticed it, heavy enchantments and black magic. He made it so that everyone ignored him, a very powerful enchantment.

A quick scan later, he found out that he should leave and warn Eden. But he wouldn’t.

He couldn’t…

A reality warper. That bland person was a reality warper.

This planet only survived one, out of sheer luck and the idiocy of the warper who was defeated thanks to Discord - the last draconequus known.

Snooping around, are we, little creature? You don’t want to go to the hole, now do you, mortal?

He was terrified. The warper was inside his mind - no chance’s he’s getting out of this alive.

Quick, memory erase spell!

Too late, Zaphreal. Now, you will act as you normally would and show yourself to us - or do you want me to make you… disappear?

And so he revealed himself.

“So, why are you here?” Asked Solar Corona, sitting near the freshly dug out Tower of Pimps, as the humans called it.

“It’s one of life’s great mysteries isn't it? Why are we here? I mean, are we the product of some cosmic coincidence, or is there really a God watching everything? You know, with a plan for us and stuff. I don’t know, girl, but it keeps me up at night.” Pondered the faunus, Lindsay.

What is a faunus, you ask? Well, Corona just discovered that it’s a mix between a human and an animal. This person was half-phoenix.

She pitied her, phoenixes are immortal.

“What? I mean why are you here, out in those wastelands?” Corona asked, and everyone got a look of enlightement, as if they all wanted to tell her at once.

And so they did.

It was going to be a long, long, day, she could tell.