That Time I Got Reincarnated As A Pony
Chapter 8: 8 - Interlude: This Should (Not) Be
Previous Chapter Next ChapterUnder the profaned light of the Nightmare’s Moon, things still for Centuries begin to stir once more.
On the night when her faded powers are at their peak, and her mind can touch those that lay within her domain, a prisoner long forgotten hears three words, brimming with a simple sincerity at the cusp of dreaming.
She Laughs.
Another, trapped in stone for crimes incomprehensible to any mortal, committed for reasons even more so, a demon, a creature of the Red, is emboldened for a brief time by the appearance of something in this world of White and Order that Should Not Be. A single crack in its prison manifests, a fragment of the beings’ power unsealed.
IT Laughs.
At the center of all things, a thing that still calls itself a man, a King, smiles upon the works he has wrought from his prison, from The Tower. He plots as he always has to escape. He has always sought a key to a door with no locks, and so this time, he has simply made one himself.
He Laughs.
A Celestial Diarch, a Champion of the White, a benevolent warden hewn from the soul of what was once a gentle and kindly filly, wakes with a start from her always uneasy slumber, her nightmares flitting from her mind as quickly as they had entered, but the raucous laughter of foes long slain echoes for long moments more in her troubled mind. Something is Not Right. There is something that Should Not Be.
She Weeps.