Medieval Curse [UNFINISHED]

>12-th century
>The Holy wars and Crusades are at their peak
>Seemingly endless fights between Muslims and Christians
>As you make your way through the narrow streets of your town you hear a noise
>You shouldn't be surprised, since it's a regular occurrence here
>Your town is located inside a fortress on the border of the state you, Crusaders, created
>Because of that you are regularly being attacked by infidels
>You manage to repel them each time but it becomes obvious that you won't be able to hold it for much longer
>Maybe it's another siege army trying to capture the fort
>You hurry to your home since you kept your armor there
>Exiting your house you try to fasten your pace but obviously there's so much you can do
>As you near the source of the sound, you figure out it's behind the wall
>It's a siege alright
>You climb the stairs of the nearest tower to get a better view
>You see an army in the distance slowly progressing towards you
>You prepare for another battle in the name of your Lord
>A few hours later the battle is raging outside the city
>Numerous of your brethren have fallen but you still stand strong
>You hear someone running behind you
>As you turn around you see imminent death in the form of a sword swinging towards you
>Everything slows down as your whole life just flew in front of your eyes
>As you await your fate you notice that everything really has slowed down to a full stop
>Your enemy seems to have noticed that too
>You observe him struggle against this strange occurrence but to no avail
>You try to move but seem to be in the same predicament
>What is this vile sorcery
>Suddenly you hear shouting
>It seems come from an old man
>You concentrate your hearing on his shouts
>"...you should be ashamed of yourselves"
>"Fighting over some entity that has no real scientific proof"
>"Spilling the blood of man for nothing but your petty beliefs"
>"You seem to not understand what is your real role in this world"
>"And it looks like you won't even try to understand it if I try to explain it"
>"Looks like you are not even worth your humanity at this moment"
>He stops for a moment before raising his voice to an unnatural volume
>"LISTEN TO MY WORDS FOR THEY WILL BE YOUR CURSE AND SALVATION"
>"YOU HAVE STRAINED FROM THE RIGHT PATH TO YOUR TRUE ROLE IN THIS WORLD"
>"AND THERE HAS TO BE SOMEONE TO RETURN YOU TO YOUR ORIGINAL WAYS"
>"UNTIL YOU FIGURE OUT THE WRONGNESS OF YOUR ACTIONS YOU WILL BE TRAPPED IN THE FORM I WILL GIVE YOU"
>"THIS FORM WILL EITHER HELP YOU FIX YOUR WRONGDOING OR BECOME YOUR ULTIMATE DOOM"
>After a short silence he continues
>"AND REMEMBER, EVEN IF YOU RETURN TO THE RIGHT PATH, ONLY A TRUE ONE WILL BE ALLOWED TO LEAD YOU FURTHER"
>"ONLY THE TRUE ONE WILL DECIDE WHETHER YOU ARE WORTH YOUR HUMANITY AGAIN"
>"AND WITH THESE WORDS I LEAVE YOU TO YOUR NEW FORMS. NOW IT'S UP TO YOU TO HEED MY WORDS OR CONTINUE YOUR LOWLY FIGHTING OVER NOTHING"
>And with this he became silent
>This left you very confused
>What did he mean by that?
>What is this 'right path' he was talking about?
>And 'new forms'? This doesn't seem to be making much sense to you
>As you ponder these thoughts you see a flash in the direction of the old man
>You squint and see a small sphere in the middle of the battlefield
>It seems to be growing pretty fast
>The people in the vicinity have already been engulfed by it
>You can't see anything behind it, it's glowing too bright
>Seems that death has reached you from an unexpected place
>As the enlarging sphere approaches you with its glowing wall you brace for impact

>Insetead of pain that you were expecting you get some unsettling feelings across your body
>Everything inside and outside of it seems to be moving into different directions
>You've been unfrozen but still can't make yourself move
>As if you're suspended in air
>The feeling intensifies in your hands which makes you drop your sword and shield
>You feel yourself changing in strange ways as your mind wanders off
>For a moment you think of endless green fields and sounds of nature
>The thought dissapears as fast as it appeared though and you're back to the real world
>Nothing feels right
>You struggle to turn your head to observe your surroundings
>Still can't move
>As you wonder for how long this will last you feel yourself lowering towards the ground
>The ability to move slowly returns to you
>The first thing you do is turn your head towards your body
>The image is too surreal to put it simply
>You seem to have kept your armor but the appendages coming out of it
>From first glance it looked like you had stumps instead of your hands and feet
>As you inspect the changes you notice some key features
>The features of a hooved creature
>What is this sorcery
>Turning your head to observe your back you confirm your suspicions
>You are a horse now
>A noble steed in apparently ideally suited armor
>Though you look rather small for a horse
>Just now you realise that you are still at the battlefield
>You try your best at getting up on all fours
>A bit wobbly on your hooves you look around
>You were not alone in your predicament
>The whole battlefield was covered with horse-like creatures like you
>Some still lying on the ground, conscious or not
>Some are like you, dumbfoundedly looking around
>You slowly start moving towards your nearest standing companion
>As he notices you he starts backing away awkwardly

>For some reason only now it came to you to call out to him
"Marcus! It is me, Albert! Do not fret as I am in the same predicament as you!"
>He seems to have stopped to which you inwardly cheer
>Some of the fighters have turned to you in curiosity
>You slowly approach Marcus
>As you're near him you notice that he's visibly uncomfortable
>"Albert, is that really you? What in Lord's name happened?"
"I'm at the same loss as you, Marcus"
"It seems we have been part of some devilish sorcery which turned us into some sort of horses"
>"Is there some way to reverse this?"
"No idea"
>As you observe the battlefield you see the enemies rising up too
>Though judging by thier panicked exclamations you assume fighting is not on top of their priorities right now
>After several hours of confusion and conversation the enemy did a weak regroup and retreated
>Which didn't really help your situation in any way
>Enetering the city you notice that it has been affected as well
>As in every single house, every single inhabitant
>Surely there was panic among the citizens, which was quelled with great effort
>The town guard was in no way accostumed to their new forms
>You enter your residence and plop down on your sleeping place
>Maybe this is all a dream and when you wake up everything will be back to normal
>You were wrong

>From this point on the world was extremely shaken by this event
>The spell transformed every single human being on Earth into small equines
>Nobody really knew the intentions of that old man
>The turmoil continued for years before everything had to be fit for the situation
>As the Renaissance came there were countless workings of art inspired by the event itself, the past and the present
>Inventions were made, ideas sprouted about a possible cure
>Even a new term for the new form was proposed - homo mannus
>Or "human-pony" as an alternate term
>Which later developed to be simply "pony" along with the latin term
>Some were not very acceptant of the idea, thinking that it eliminated their past and identity
>Wars still continued to happen
>New inventions always had a hint of hope for a human future in them, sometimes even inspired by it
>There were always those who tried to erase the past and embrace the present, always viewed as traitors and extremists
>Who knows what awaits us next in this chaotic world
>Only time will tell

>*plop*
>You are Anon
>You've just finished the history book you've been wanting ages to read
>You were very interested in history since foalhood
>It seemed so dynamic and action-packed
>You always loved history lessons in school
>After finishing university you decided to dedicate most of your free time to reading about history
>One day you were going about your day and something shiny catched your eye
>The shine was coming from a book store
>It was a cover of a book you were dreaming about your whole life
>"The Big Book of Human & Pony History" by Daniel Harrison
>You were waiting for this moment since foalhood
>Everything you ever wanted to know about history in one book!
>There's no talking that you bought it right then
>And ran to your home, the biggest smile plastered across your face