Post by Stellaluna on Feb 13, 2005 12:18:02 GMT -5
( con’t from Ponyville battlegrounds: Inti treks back home to South America to reunite with his tribe, the Incas.)
Inti galloped full-speed, excited to get home. It did not take him long since he was a god. He only appeared as a strong gust of wind, to mortals.
He finally halted to a stop, kicking up a wave of soil with his sliding hooves. “Everyone! I’ve returned!” He said jubilantly. He was so excited to be home. When the clouds of dust from the dirt settled, a dramatic change in scenery laid before him. Nothing looked the least bit familiar to what the light god had known.
The cubic pyramids that had used to bare a thick layer of shimmering gold now were only crumbling stones. The temple made in his honor was completely gone except for an old cracked statue of him that now had bird droppings caked on the top of it. The huts for the villagers were completely gone. Everything appeared as if it had disintegrated over time. Anything that remained was covered in vines. It looked like the place had aged a thousand years.
Inti stared at it all wide eyed and jaw hung. He couldn’t begin to believe or understand what he was seeing. It was like a nightmare come to life.
Where were his tribesmen? Where were the stallions? The mare? The foals? Where were the warriors? The witchdoctors? The hunters? The elders? The storytellers? The farmers?
Inti looked desperately in everyplace he could think of to find anyone, but he did not. Inti walked towards what used to be the square where the main fire was always burning, and sat down on the leaf-covered grounds.
“…What happened?” He said to himself feeling tears begin to swell in his eyes. “It seems as if a thousand years have past by without me, but how? Perhaps it was the nap I took before I journeyed to Ponyville…”
Inti lost his breath. It all made sense now. He remembered what Brigid had said about the slumber that all the gods had fallen into. He must have had fallen in that very slumber! It had never dawned on him before, because to him, it only seemed like a few hours.
“…oh no..” He said, throwing back his head in his hooves with a mixture of anger and remorse. “Oh no!” He repeated louder bursting into tears as he collapsed on the ground.
So many memories he held of his tribe past him by. Memories both good and bad. Of births and deaths, victories and defeats. Joys and sorrows.
“I was supposed to protect them…” He uttered, tears still streaming. “…and now they’re gone. All gone. What am I supposed to do?”
He remembered Brigid’s offer of Fewa, and decided it was his only choice.
He wiped his eyes and stood up, now looking rather cross. He walked slowly over to the burial grounds. A place only he would recognize since even the tombstones had disappeared under the soil. With a final bow to the graves he turned and began his travel back to Ponyville.
(con’t at inn)
Inti galloped full-speed, excited to get home. It did not take him long since he was a god. He only appeared as a strong gust of wind, to mortals.
He finally halted to a stop, kicking up a wave of soil with his sliding hooves. “Everyone! I’ve returned!” He said jubilantly. He was so excited to be home. When the clouds of dust from the dirt settled, a dramatic change in scenery laid before him. Nothing looked the least bit familiar to what the light god had known.
The cubic pyramids that had used to bare a thick layer of shimmering gold now were only crumbling stones. The temple made in his honor was completely gone except for an old cracked statue of him that now had bird droppings caked on the top of it. The huts for the villagers were completely gone. Everything appeared as if it had disintegrated over time. Anything that remained was covered in vines. It looked like the place had aged a thousand years.
Inti stared at it all wide eyed and jaw hung. He couldn’t begin to believe or understand what he was seeing. It was like a nightmare come to life.
Where were his tribesmen? Where were the stallions? The mare? The foals? Where were the warriors? The witchdoctors? The hunters? The elders? The storytellers? The farmers?
Inti looked desperately in everyplace he could think of to find anyone, but he did not. Inti walked towards what used to be the square where the main fire was always burning, and sat down on the leaf-covered grounds.
“…What happened?” He said to himself feeling tears begin to swell in his eyes. “It seems as if a thousand years have past by without me, but how? Perhaps it was the nap I took before I journeyed to Ponyville…”
Inti lost his breath. It all made sense now. He remembered what Brigid had said about the slumber that all the gods had fallen into. He must have had fallen in that very slumber! It had never dawned on him before, because to him, it only seemed like a few hours.
“…oh no..” He said, throwing back his head in his hooves with a mixture of anger and remorse. “Oh no!” He repeated louder bursting into tears as he collapsed on the ground.
So many memories he held of his tribe past him by. Memories both good and bad. Of births and deaths, victories and defeats. Joys and sorrows.
“I was supposed to protect them…” He uttered, tears still streaming. “…and now they’re gone. All gone. What am I supposed to do?”
He remembered Brigid’s offer of Fewa, and decided it was his only choice.
He wiped his eyes and stood up, now looking rather cross. He walked slowly over to the burial grounds. A place only he would recognize since even the tombstones had disappeared under the soil. With a final bow to the graves he turned and began his travel back to Ponyville.
(con’t at inn)