drama Crimes of the Past

[Passion 3,484]

So yes. I'm not a fanfic writer, never written a story on my own throughout my entire life. I did not plan on writing this, it was a completely spontaneous decision. I came up with an idea and decided I'd like to see how would it look like on paper.

 

Since I am not going to host any accounts on various fic sites, I guess I'll just use this post and spoilers to keep it around.

For now, I'll just post the very introduction. But with time, once I polish further parts of the story, I'll update it. How long will writing take? No idea, it depends on how much time I'll find to sacrifice. How long is it going to be? I don't know exactly. I never end up inside of the borders I set myself when writing things.

So yeah, in end the story might end up being a surprise even for me.

 

As for the story itself... I think the three important things to mention are that:

 

A: It's taking place during 1st Discord's imprisonment.

B: It'll be focused on a certain character I've created, but canon events will be the background for it.

C: Due to canon events being a basis it might, and most probably will, contain spoilers from episodes up to S04 E01-02.

 

Chapter 1: The Hermit

 

"The mystical land of Equestria. Filled with wonders which nopony had ever yet witnessed. The beaufy of crystal clear skies; subtle noise of shimmering streams and rivers; endless, green pastures filled with various woodland critters; thick, beautiful forests containing all the nature's blessings; majestic mountains rea-" - Hermit closed the book.

 

"I've read this so many times... I can remember each and every word already."

 

         The elderly stallion levitated the book aside, placing it at the table just next to the cup of soothing, herbal tea. Picking it up with his magic, he took a small sip, staring at the fireplace burning just across the room.

 

          He lived in a small, but cozy wooden shack ever since he remembered. He didn't need much to feel happy. Just in front of the entrence was located a small... kitchen, from the lack of better description. Many of the plates laying on the improvised desks were broken, with just a few remaining to serve its master. They were accompanied by various cutlery scattered around randomly, as if the owner didn't care for them at all. Just to the right of the doors, in the wall, was the only stone construction in the shack. A small fireplace with a stand for a cauldron. The fires were dancing happily inside, throwing clouds of smoke up the chimney, while the cauldron itself was carelessly thrown in the corner of the room. It was most possible that the leftovers of whatever was prepared in it the last time it was used were still inside.

          To the left of the doors, just under the dirtied window, stood an old bed. It was obvious that the sheets were as old as the shack itself, yet it seemed that the Hermit who lived here didn't care for comfort that much.

           In the center of the room stood a small table. There was but one oddity about it though. It had two chairs around it, even though the Hermit was a loner and never yet guested anypony else than himself in the shack. Yet, it seemed as if there was a purpose for this.

           And finally right opposite the fireplace, stood some bookshelves and a small table, with the Hermit sitting in between them. The books standing on the shelves were... old. Very old. Some of them looked as if they were going to fall apart under just a gust of wind. Although a few examples seemed to have been written barely yesterday, with gold incrusted and shiny bindings. In front of the bookshelves in the floor one could see an outline of wooden trapdoor, most probably leading to the cellar filled with various stores. As for the Hermit himself... he was as old as the books on the shelves. His unkempt, silvery mane seemed to blend in with his never shaved, long beard and mane. Even his tail was in poor condition. Due to the lack of attention, all the hair seemed to coil at their ends, making it impossible to brush them. Yet, apart from these flaws, the Hermit was a well-built, healthy stallion.

 

          Finishing his tea, he looked outside the window, above the crowns of nearby trees. The sun was high above the horizon already, shining brightly and making the day outside look just as beautiful as ever.

 

"Well..." - the elder stallion spoke to himself while levitating the cup aside and grunting loudly whilst trying to stand up from the chair he was sitting on - "...it's time to check on things." He slowly marched across the room and approached the doors. Since the temperature outside seemed to be quite comfortable, he left his tarnished rags hanging on the hook beside the door and pushed them open.

 

          He had to cover his eyes with a hoof for a moment after being blinded by the light. As he regained his vision, stallion took a step outside, marching forward until he stopped in front of a tiny hollow. He breathed in the fresh air, enjoying the beauty of the tall, green trees. Dozens of flowers were growing around him in the thick grasslands. The hollow beneath him was filled with water, forming a small, "private lake", as he enjoyed calling it. It was bursting with life in form of all kinds of colorful fishes. Oh, of course, the animals. Squirrels jumping from tree to tree, birds singing their songs, moles digging in the ground... All the rainbow colored butterflies flying around. Things were simply serene. It was as if the words from the book simply stood visualized in front of the Hermit. The forest he lived in was the most peaceful place he could ever imagine or read of.

 

          He cheerished the moment, looking at the picturesque landscape in front of him. Since he had nopony else to talk to, he developed a habit of speaking to himself:

 

"Ah, the beautiful Everfree forest, my beloved home."

 

UNFINISHED YET.

 

 

Edited January 16, 2014 by Khajiit