The Pantheon: Fall

>You are Anonymous, the god so easily forgotten
>Your form is not of this world, and looks of one born of Chaos, which repulses your sisters, but your mother does not care
>And you look upon the world with great concern
>You have felt the presence of Chaos taint the world, and your sisters have not yet noticed
>They have been to busy with their own races, trying to battle for dominance and favor from their mother
>Yet only you have noticed the taint of Chaos spread throughout the world
>Each year, you feel it's energy seep into the world, and you fight it as best you can
>But soon, your power runs thin, and Chaos erupts across the world
>And the epicenter of it all, where an avatar of Chaos has descended, was the source of it all
>You had to act fast, as this avatar was powerful, and cruel


>You could not stop this avatar on your own, so you turned to your sisters for help
>Aquamenta was willing to help, seeing her beloved seaponies poisoned and sickened by the foul rain that came from the Chaos tainted clouds
>Gaia was ever stubborn, but you showed her how Chaos ripped the land asunder, tearing down her mountains and twisting her forests into mockeries of botany, and she agreed to help you
>Tempesta was outraged at how the avatar befouled the weather, making it rain dairy products and snow crystallized marshmallow, and she was easy to recruit
>Mana saw how the magic of the world was corrupted and how her unicorns were powerless to stop the avatar, and she desired vengeance upon the avatar, for no creature could be more powerful than her
>You then turned to Faust, the one who could truly defeat the avatar and restore order to the world
>The five of you pooled together your resources, and bequeathed unto the alicorns of the sun and moon the Elements of Harmony, and the avatar was sealed up, his taint upon the world vanishing before your eyes
>However, the damage was done, and you looked upon the world with sorrow


>The avatar had done much damage to the world
>Many of Gaia's mountains were in ruins, her forests a shadow of their former glory
>Aquamentas race had not been very resillient from the start, and their number had dwindled significantly
>Aquamenta became humbled by this experience, and withdrew from her sisters, focusing upon her race with the same love you did with your followers
>Faust was drained from the experience, and fell into a deep slumber
>Perhaps she poured all of her power into the artifacts, or perhaps because many alicorns were slain by the avatars animalistic hands
>You could not say
>However, the world was in a state of harmony now, the artifacts ushering a golden age, one with little disease and famine, and no war
>Conflicts still arose, but not on the scale that you saw in the early years
>After that experience, many people believed life was precious, and lived it to the fullest, which helped you regain your power
>However, your teachings and scripture became lost when the avatar arrived, while your sisters remained
>And with their power growing much faster than yours, holy wars not being fought in their name, and mother asleep, they could enact their plan of destroying you
>They could not garner the support of Aquamenta, so they had to wait until they were sure their power was strong enough
>You watched the world continue in this golden age, ignorant to the intent of your kin


>You watched many events unfold
>Many great migrations of all sorts of species, many holidays celebrated across the world, many events passed before you
>How you wished to descend and parcitipate!
>Your power was not great enough, however. You envied your sisters and how freely they could go too and from the mortal world
>You watched and waited, your power plateauing after a while
>You were forgotten to the ponies, but your presence was still felt whenever a pony enjoyed a sunset, or found a precious thing.
>You observed some interesting events. A pattern, as it were.
>The alicorn of the moon, spurned by jealousy, was corrupted by Chaos and almost brought about night eternal, but was banished by her sister with the elements
>You would have empathized, should you have known your own sisters intents
>She was a brilliant alicorn, but something happened when she used the elements on her sister
>Her power seemed to drop, and she was severed from the elements
>Was this because of heartbreak? Sorrow? Remorse?
>You could not say
>You could tell she was a very clever pony, as for the next 1000 years, she sought out a group of ponies that practically personified the Elements
>And when the alicorn of the moon returned to bring about darkness eternal, the ponies did something amazing
>A sixth element was cratered from their friendship, and you felt your power surge exponentially
>Your sisters closed in upon you, ready to strike you down. . .
>But Mana detected the new element of Magic, and claimed it as her own, which spurned an argument with the rest of them
>Their plans were delayed for a moment longer, and you could look upon the world as the golden age persisted


>You watched the six ponies who weilded the elements closely, reveling in their friendship and the shenanigans they got into
>You took an especial liking to the white and purple unicorn, Rarity
>Perhaps because her name was associated with your aspect, or perhaps because she sought to bring out rare qualities in people and things
>You could not say
>However, you felt a familiar presence within the world, one of Chaos
>You looked upon where the avatar was sealed, and saw the seal was breaking
>You attention enraptured, your sisters moved in to strike you down
>You watched as the wielders were corrupted and became the anathema to their elements, and you lost hope
>But you saw how the clever alicorn of the sun kindled hope and inspiration within the wielder of magic, and soon, the avatar was sealed for a second time
>When it was all said and done, you could feel the presence of your sisters, and turned to face them
>They all looked at you with bloodlust and hatred, their weapons drawn
>Gaia's spires of rock floated around her, Mana's body crackled with raw energy, and Tempesta's wings flared out, her feathers as sharp and solid as the finest sword
>This was the end, and you knew it
>So you decided to spite them with one final act before you died


>You gathered up your stored energy, and floated above the world
>With a divine surge, you sought out creatures who looked like you, your consciousness going through the Chaos that spanned the multiverse
>You came upon a planet that was green and blue, not unlike yours, and was inhabited with thousands of creatures who resembled you, minus the horns and wings and body of stone
>You cast a spell upon the world, which would draw some of the creatures with your temperance into Equestria
>You could not say when, how, or who would be affected, but you were certain to protect them from your sisters influence once they were there
>You snapped back to your body, your scarlet hair turning a ghostly white, and your batlike wings shriveling to an even smaller size, your body becoming riddled with cracks, which revealed a neon orange body within
>Your sisters were shocked, seeing what you had done, and you smiled with glee at their reaction
>And you spoke to them, 'You may no longer see my form here, but I have found creatures like me, and you will not be able to harm them. You must forever look upon creatures of my form, the form you despise so greatly!'


>You laughed as your body descended to the world, seeing your sisters behind you, trying to exact vengeance on your dying form
>But you crumbled to dust before they could harm you, your essence reduced to naught but a single, glowing orange gemstone
>Your sisters were infuriated, but with your loss, they had to find an excuse for your absence for Faust, and they turned upon each other as to who would shoulder the blame
>And for a while, you closed your eyes upon the world, finally in the world of the mortals, but unable to interact in any way
>Hopefully the creatures chosen would act in your steed, and would learn the magic of friendship
>And so, everything was darkness, like in the beginning.


>However, even dead gods can dream
>You dreamt of a world, in which your sisters shared your form
>A world in which you shared your sisters form
>A world in which mother never fell within her deep slumber
>You looked upon these worlds, sorrow overtaking you as you saw what could have been
>You were absorbed in your dream, however, that you did not notice the followers you had acquired
>A group of Neighbet pony monks had acquired the gemstone that was you, and said they could feel an understanding on what truly mattered to them, the precious things that they took joy in but had forgotten
>And thus, a temple was built around you, a religion formed around you
>Your body was considered a source of great power, and was fought over by many groups
>Your temple was one day destroyed, and your followers abandoned it, but not your ideals
>You felt content, knowing that the idea of precious things was not dead yet
>Perhaps, then, you could feel at peace, knowing that your ideals persisted even if your form did not
>You wondered if the creatures you had summoned were there yet, if they had made it
>You could not say
>Perhaps now, you could rest, your body forgotten but your presence maintained

>For a while, the ruins were peaceful
>But one day, you could feel a presence
>A yellow Pegasus with a monochromatic grey mane, and a passion for exploring.
>'Finally! The main altar of the Gem of Temperance! This shall be critical for my report on Neighbet culture!'
>You could feel your body move. Perhaps your story was not yet over.
>You could not say
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