Title:           War of the Ancients
Author:          Ookami221
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First Edit:      Friday 13th of April 2012 07:20:14 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 13th of April 2012 07:20:14 AM CDT

>5,000 years before the reign of Celestia and Luna.
>You are general Anonymous.
>Commander of the Royal Equestiran Army.
>And right now, you are fighting off rebels.
>The kings jealous brother, Nebula, has decided to try and usurp the throne.
>The most of the royal guard has turned against us.
>The last hope of winning lies with you, and 7 ponies..
“HURRY, THEIR BREAKING THE BARRICADE!”
>Shit. This is not our day.
“You there! State your name and rank!”
>“Lieutenant Daybreak, Sir!”
>“Lieutenant, I need you to escort the king out of the castle.”
“How? The passage collapsed!”
>“Have Sargent Manual move the throne, and take everyone and leave.”
“But sir, what of you?”
>You bark out a laugh.
“HAHA, I have thrown my life, my friends and my name away for battle, and I live to die in one. Now take King Centaurus, and get out out.”
>Centaurus walked up to you.
>“Anonymous. I am granting you a portion of my power. I will not take no for an answer. You have done many a things for us. And I do not want that to go unpaid.”
“It has been an honor working for you, my sire.”
>You kneel, and the king touches your head with his horn.
>You can feel the power going threw you. It feels calming.
>”You may rise.”
>You stood and analyzed you new found powers.
>”You should be able to channel the power using your swords. But, if you lose then, the magic will only be able to partially heal you. And if I die, The magic goes with me.
“You wont die Sire. I will kill that swine and add his horn to my collection.”
>He nod's and turns towards his family, Faust and her two foals. Luna and Celestia.
“Take care my King. May we meet in The Gala.”
>He nod's and walks off in to the tunnel, leaving you, alone.
>You move the throne back over the tunnel to bide the time, and sat in the throne and waited.
>After a second, the door flew splintered apart.
>A very pissed off Alicorn walked through the door.
>CENTARUS! COME OUT AND FACE ME LIKE A TRUE STALLION.
“You just missed him. I'm afraid I will have to be your opponent.”
>”PITYFUL HUMAN. YOU THINK YOU CAN STAND AGANIST OUR MIGHT?”
“Why, yes. I can.”
>You teleport behind Nebula, and slash at his back.
>He yelps in pain and bucks you away.
>”HOW DID YOU DO THAT HUMAN!?”
“See, I'm not like a normal human. I have killed countless Alicorn's. I have forged their horns into these two blades. That's why your wound wont so easily heal. I also have a gift from the King.
>You start  channeling the energy in your body, and you begin glowing a burning red.
>”WHAT IS THIS TRICKERY!?”
“His gift. Simple as that.”
>”LOOKS LIKE I MISSJUDGED YOU HUMAN. WHAT IS YOUR NAME?”
“Mine? I have no name. But my title is General Anonymous.”
>And with that, you were flung half way across the room, your swords piercing your sides and causing you to fall unconscious for a second, before the kings power kicks in.
>But thanks to your blades, you will NEVER be in that great of condition again.
>You stand up, pulling the blades out of your gut.
>OH GOD THE PAIN. WHY DID YOU SERADE THE BLADES!?
>Oh. Yea. Never thought that they would be used on you.
>”OH? THE APE CAN STILL STAND? I'LL HAVE TO FIX THAT”
>You feel like shit. All you can do is block his ability to fling you, and try to heal.
>You have enough power to teleport once more, but that's it. And you need to time it just right.
>He starts charging at you.
>You wait for the moment.
>He's getting closer.
>He's almost all up in your grill.
>NOW.
>You vanish in a red flash, spinning to lob off his head.
>You feel something hit your side before you make contact.
>You feel a constricting feeling climbing for your legs up.
>You try to brush it off as a paralysis spell, but it keeps moving.
>It reaches your lungs.
>You can't breath.
>It reaches your heart. Funny. You didn't know you still had one, with all the people you have killed.
>And finally your head.
>Your standing, unable to move. All you can do is give a hateful glare at Nebula.
>You're a statue. Unable to move, see, or feel.
>But your not a normal statue. You cannot be broken by conventional means.
>Only magic.
>And so, here you sit.
>In the garden of the new Canterlot place.
>Waiting.
>Waiting for the day you are set free.
>Waiting for the day you are needed.