words from the wise

On the subject of Crystal Empire and her citizens,

The Crystal Empire, is little more than single city among the windswept plains of the frozen north, once upon a time however she was worthy of the title empire. In the time before Equestria, before Tartarus was unleashed and chaos walked the land, the Imperial city was the center of the world. It was from the great tower at her center that the World Scribe, Faust, ruled over her creations, and oversaw the ordered construction of the world we know today. The empire was an all-encompassing thing then, where Faust’s justicars tread and worked her wise words reigned, and they came from this city.

However such things as we know did not last, one day the Scribe vanished, and the world fell into chaos, within these dark times many justicars fell, and the borderless empire began to shrink. Try as they might the assembled alicorn justicars simply could not hold back the tide of neverweres, centralized powers tried to communicate and reestablish control and unity, the Aegis Concordant, long since the guardians of order, the war alicorns, tried to push back the disharmony. But with no centralized seat of power in the absence of Mother Mare, little could be done.

Still, fate has a funny way of deciding who prospers and who falls, and fate clearly wasn’t done with the Imperial city. For the several millennia that the age of chaos lasted the crystal crown had remained unclaimed, languishing with no worthy brow upon which to rest. For who could love the creations of the Scribe as much as the Scribe herself?

The answer came in a Justicar named Passion, a lesser Justicar who had been charged with understanding and filling the world with love. The mare had survived the sundering of Tartarus, having been spirited away by the Lord Warden of the Aegis Concordant, Radiant Vigil, and though her rescuer had not survived the days of darkness - nor had her sight, which was taken from her by a Tartarian legionite in their flight, she had - and had learned much from it. As such Passion looked upon the ponies of the world and sought to bring about a new age, and where better to start than the seat of the last great age?

Fueled by a burning hope and boundless desire to undo a broken time in history the Justicar ascended the old Imperial throne, she took the Scribe Stone of the city, long since a symbol of Alicorn power and the base of their regenerative magics and crafted a relic of it. The Crystal Heart, a beacon in the darkness from which immeasurable love poured forth, to such an extent that it’s mere presence would forever change the course of the ponies’ lives within the empire. It would bring happiness, peace, prosperity, and on a number of occasions… War to the Imperial city.

The positives were seen in the population, an odd kind of shine upon their coats and a boundless optimism spawned of the Heart’s soothing glow. The first Crystal Ponies were ‘born’. It is a common misconception that crystal ponies are made of crystal, this is a mistake, as in the absence of the heart they are merely normal ponies in most regards, albeit with a strange polygonal shaped eye reflection. They do not shimmer, nor are they transparent, though they do tend to be melancholy. Rumors abound of them simply shattering upon impact with things is grossly misconstrued (What sick creator or force of nature would devise a creature so brittle and yet have them build of stone and the like?) - the entire crystal appearance is an illusion of sorts, and the ponies benefit from the traits exemplified by their race (I.e. Earth ponies are strong and durable, pegasi are agile and have flight, so on and so forth). Furthermore anypony can 'become’ a crystal pony by being exposed to the heart for long enough, as could be seen in future rulers like Princess Cadance. It should be noted that while this effect seems to be temporary in first generation crystal ponies, their descendants seem to be forever wrapped in the transformative power. In other words, a pony could be exposed to the heart, gain the appearance and so on then leave months later only to have these things slowly vanish over time - but those born under the Hearts’ influence so to speak, see a much slower degradation of these traits, if at all.

Much like Passion’s love, the Crystal Heart does not discriminate, and accepts all into it’s warm embrace. It was with this renewed spirit that the Crystal Empire proper was born, and with Passion at it’s helm the empire saw great expansion, and a meteoric rise in power and influence. Steadily the borders expanded once more, never reaching the all-encompassing glow of the Scribes’ great empire, but nevertheless they grew. The dark edges of the frontier were tamed, and the Imperial army took up the task of protecting all those who fell under the Empresses rule. Keeps were built, knightly orders created, cities were founded, and the beasts of the age of darkness were cast away into the foggy annals of historical text. At the height of her rule the Empire stretched from the northern borders of modern Equestria, bordered by the Principality of Ebonhoof (A nation that once dominated the whole of northern Equestria, centered in the Unicorn Range Mountains) to the south, the great sea to the north, and the wilds of the east and west. Diamond Dogs, Griffins, Earth Pony, Pegasi, Unicorns, and even a few Changeling hives (this being one of the largest conflicts the empire ever faced) found themselves as Imperial citizens. They were all welcome within the land, for much like their ruler, love is blind.

Sadly all of this was not to last. Passion retired as time went on, but her lineage continued to rule the empire. It was during the lifetime of her great granddaughter that disaster struck in the shape of a trusted general. Sombra. Sombra desired power above all else, the right to rule, after all, for years he had fought to keep the empire and her people safe, so why should he not savor the fruits of his labor?

We all know the story; Sombra murdered his liege and stole the throne. He imprisoned his people who were horrified one of their own could commit such a heinous act, let alone one of their heroes. The stallion slaved them, and took the light of the heart for his own. It was not until a combined army of the fledgling Kingdom of Equestria, and pockets of resistance within the empire besieged the Imperial City that Sombra’s reign was ended. The Princesses of Equestria made their way into the throne room of the Crystal Spire via a secret passage told to them by the Knights of the Crystal Court, the former guardians of the Empress who had been sent away on duties the day Sombra set his plan into action.

With his defeat imminent King Sombra cast the Imperial city into a pocket dimension for a thousand years, freezing time and space around the ancient heart of the empire - and taking its population with it. It is still unknown how the Princesses managed to escape this ploy, perhaps they were spirited away by a few of the knights present, or perhaps Sombra simply wasn’t strong enough to drag them kicking and screaming into his abyss.

The empire faded away after those bleak days. The lands surrounding the city became wild and self-governed again, and the light of the Crystal Heart’s glow vanished entirely for a millennia. A forgotten empire, lost to the pages of history once more.

It was not until a thousand years later that the Imperial city tore its way back into our time stream, Sombra was once more met in battle and this time banished. A new Empress was founded, Princess Cadance, a descendant, however distant, of Passion’s bloodline. The Crystal Heart’s return brought good omens to the northern world, but there was much to do. So much of the empire had fallen into disrepair, small walled settlements struggled to survive in an uncaring land, but with the return of the Imperial army, of the Knights who swore so long ago to defend those who called these lands their homes, perhaps there was hope. The next few years for the empire would be filled with conflict and diplomacy, of love and anguish, but with each victory won, a piece of an old dream was reforged.

Perhaps love, while blind, can endure even the darkest of moments.

               -Crystal Scribe Midnight Oil, Era of Harmony, the Year of our Lady 1007

Seriously, thanks to all those lovelies who were interested, always leery about posting walls of text and the like. ><

whenever you're feeling unmotivated and sleepy:

• drink a big glass of water
• fix your posture and sit up straight
• do some stretches to get moving
• take some deep breaths
• straighten up the area you’re in a little bit
• listen to some intense classical music or just some upbeat music!
• get working! :)


Nephilim Week [TMI] Day 4: Favourite Quote

“Clary was born special. Simon here had specialness thrust upon him. He adapted. Because the world isn’t divided into the special and the ordinary. Everyone has the potential to be extraordinary. As long as you have a soul and free will, you can be anything, do anything, choose anything. Simon should get to choose”


I have this tradition. It’s something I do now when a friend dies. I save his Rolodex card. What am I supposed to do? Throw it away in the trash can? I won’t do that. No, I won’t. That’s too final. Last year I had five cards. No I have fifty. A collection of cardboard tombstones, bound together with a rubber band. I hate these fucking funerals. I really do. And you know what else I hate? I hate the memorials. That’s our social life now. Going to these things.

"And as small and quiet and unimportant as our fighting may look, perhaps we might all work together…and break out of the prisons of our own making. Perhaps we might be able to keep this fierce and beautiful world of ours as free for all of us as it seemed to be on that blue afternoon of my childhood.” 

- Cressida Cowell, How to Speak Dragonese