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Roan
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1513
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Braeburn,DJ P0N-3,Discord,Doctor Whooves,Gilda,Gummy,Little Strongheart,Nightmare Moon,Original Character,Photo Finish,Pinkie Pie,Prince Blueblood,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Snails,Trixie,Zecora,Alternate Universe,Crossover,Dark,Romance,Sad,Tragedy,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Gore
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Killer: Love is Electric
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To live is to lose whatever has not been chosen. So ... to die is to see what has been lost, right?
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hiatus
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<p>Blissful Diane Sundae is a pony that likes to throw parties. One thousand and twenty two years ago, she killed a colt named Pokey Pierce for 'ruining' one of these parties. Twenty one and a half years later, she falls madly in love with him. One year later, she gives her life to protect him from a grave threat.</p><p><b>Today, she starts remembering.</b></p><p>The machinations of gods, and life not of this world, will be witnessed in retrospect. Sinister plots once abandoned and forgotten will reappear, and only with the wisdom obtained in death will they be stopped.<br/>A love transparent will rekindle.<br/>A promise will be kept.</p>
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mature
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2011-10-17T22:11:27+00:00
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2011-10-17T22:11:27+00:00
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AUTHOR'S NOTE
Whether you have faith in anything or question the cosmos, you will be be offended, insulted, or disheartened by this piece at some point. You have been warned.
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Blissful Diane Sundae could not have been more excited. It was spectacular. The best party she’d ever attended, and to her pleasure, the best she’d ever organized. The princesses had picked her, the greatest party organizer, planner, and patron, in all of Equestria. She’d worked on the ballroom for weeks, trying out different themes and the like, and tonight the fruits of her labour would be seen by all the ponies attending the gala. The ‘Great Galloping Gala,’ mind you.
Of course, she wasn’t at the gala just yet. Her mane wasn’t ready. The caramel locks were all straight and droopy, and she just couldn’t let anybody see her like that. Blissy was having them curled professionally, of course, by a white mare much like herself. Only in appearance, she was probably the farthest thing from her fun loving self as she could get. So stuck-up . . . she couldn’t remember the mare’s name, and it didn’t occur to her that she could ask for it. Didn’t matter, though. She’d be a little late for the gala, but she wasn’t going there for the opening ceremonies, and surely not many other ponies were either.
It was past 10:00 when she finally got there. Any pony that was too tired to party into the night had already left, which was perfect. Blissy entered the well lit ballroom, looking at all the party-going faces. They were all so happy, but none could be as happy as she was right then. She hadn’t ever worked on a party with so many ponies attending before, and it was appropriate that her best would host the most. It was all the more appropriate that the best party would be the last.
Last, why would it be the last . . . ?
Her eyes were drawn to a light blue unicorn across the hall. He was looking desperately at a mass of balloons tied to the end of one of the refreshment tables. He moved his hooves around in the threads anchoring the strings, like he was trying to bring them down to his level. Failing, he let out a sad little sigh, and hung his head below his shoulders.
Blissy wasn’t one to let any pony frown, not when she was around. She approached the colt with a caring smile.
“Hello, I noticed you were looking pretty sad, and we can’t have that!” she said. The unicorn met her eyes with a face that looked like it was just about ready to cry. “The . . . the balloons . . .” he replied, before he really did begin to cry.
“Do you want one?”
“Ye-yes . . .” he said between choked sobs.
Blissy took hold of a string with her hoofs and cut it from its binding with her teeth, just over a meter away from the balloon it was attached to. She handed it to the colt. His face lit up with joy. And what he did next, she did not expect.
POP!
The unicorn had dragged the balloon down to his horn, and promptly stabbed it. He turned from the remains to Blissy. With some hesitation, he said “Thank you so much, uhhhh, do you think you could get me another?”
. . .
“No.” Blissy said bluntly, accompanied by a hiss. She turned away from the stallion.
“Oh . . .” he said, whimpering.
For a while, Blissy had forgotten about the unicorn. Hours went by, the party kept on going. It was only after midnight that she realized everyone was leaving. Of course, that didn’t mean the party had ended. There were still at least twenty or so ponies left, and that was fine. What wasn’t fine, was the colt still trying to pop her balloon assemblage.
“Stop that!” she shouted to him. But he didn’t. He finally managed to get them low enough to stab with his horn, and did so. And he didn’t stop. He went about the room, grabbing every grouping of the inflatables and popping them the moment they were within his horn’s reach. Blissy stood in the middle of the hall, gaping.
It was then, that the princesses arrived. Laughing. In her rage, Blissy thought it was the actions of the gray unicorn that prompted their cheery demeanor. They were supposed to be enthused by HER work, not this buffoon’s . . . tomfoolery . . .
She would not stand for it. Stomping, she made movements for the unicorn, but before she could get anywhere near him, a white hoof was outstretched before her. It was the mare from the salon. At this time, Blissy remembered her name.
Well, OF COURSE I’d remember the name, she was my sister!
“Diamante?” she asked, a little disconcerted by her appearance. The mare nodded.
“Bluh-D, I saw what happened earlier. He’s not hurting anypony, just let it go.” the other pony said.
“But, the party-”
“The party ended twenty minutes ago. The only ponies left are here to clean up. Come on, it’s time to go home.”
Blissy sat there for the longest time, looking between the polished floor, Diamante, and the gray colt. “Alright.” she finally responded.
On the way back, she could not take her thoughts off the unicorn. She had a resolve, to make him pay. She didn’t believe the party had ended properly, or more to the point, she believed the balloon popping bastard had been it’s curtain call. The princess’s laughs would not leave her head, fully associated with the pops and paps of her decorations demise. Once in the respite of her own home, she began to plot his.
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Shink.
Oh, no, please, no.
"How do you like being popped!?"
Oh Celestia, what have I done?
Lying in front of Blissy was the pony that she presumed to have ended her party; dead, judging by the knife jutting from his ribcage. Blissy herself wasn't doing very well either, bleeding profusely from several holes made in defense by the unicorn. Her white coat was mostly red at that point.
Oh, Bluh-D, why . . .
Blissy tried to make her leave, but as she opened the front door to the stallion's house, something blocked her path. Something big, and white.
"Blissful Diane Sundae, what have you done?" Princess Celestia said in a demanding tone.
"I, I . . ." Blissy stammered.
"Where is Pokey Pierce?"
"He, I . . ."
The princess regarded Blissy with a look of understanding. In a lowered, kinder voice, she said "You brought this on yourself." She reared up on her hind-legs, and then Blissy's world exploded.
Short first chapter. Big second chapter. Short third chapter. Big chapters from then on.
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CTVulpin
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1514
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Bon-Bon,Lyra,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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My Little Werewolf
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A quick-and-dirty lycanthropy fic starring the premier background pony couple.
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complete
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<p>Nightmare Night's approaching, Bon Bon's getting her new costume, but Lyra seems distracted by something. What does she mean by Nightmare Night being "that time?"</p><p>Not my best work; I just threw it together on a whim after seeing an image of were-Lyra. But hey, it's pony, os i migth as well let y'all see it.</p>
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everyone
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2012-02-02T06:02:36+00:00
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2012-02-02T06:02:36+00:00
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Ponyville was a mess. Ponies were everywhere, moving bizarre and freaky objects of all kinds from place to place near their homes and shops while others called out advice and instructions. Pegasi flew through the air on constant patrol, keeping an eye on the numerous dark, heavy clouds scattered through the sky. A stranger to Equestria might wonder if the resident equines had lost their minds, setting false headstones right next to their front doors and stretching gossamer across their windows. However, not even Twilight Sparkle, Equestria’s least socially-aware unicorn, was the least bit concerned by the activity. In fact, she was presently using her magic to hang a fake cow skeleton from a low branch of the Book and Branches Library while Spike and Owloysius plucked leaves off the tree according a carefully written plan Twilight had given them. Ponyville was a mess because Nightmare Night, a nocturnal celebration of all things spooky and scary, was approaching and everypony was hard at work decorating for it.
Everypony, that is, except for two. Lyra and Bon Bon were simply trotting down the street, looking at the decorations going up. A lidded cup with a straw floated in front of the mint-green unicorn as she took a few sips from it. “The pumpkin smoothies are pretty good this year,” she said appreciatively, “are you sure you don’t want to try some Bonny?”
“No thank you,” the cream earth pony replied, “I’m going to be sick enough of eating pumpkin by the end of the season as it is. I don’t need to hurry that along by drinking pumpkin too.”
“Your loss,” Lyra said before putting the straw back in her mouth. She sucked down the rest of her smoothie as the pair made their way to the Carousel Boutique. Bon Bon had commissioned a costume from Rarity and was heading there for a final fitting and to purchase the outfit. Lyra was accompanying her as an opinion source. They paused for a second to admire the boutique, which had been transformed from a bright and cheery merry-go-round to an old gothic tower with emaciated “guards” patrolling the top. “Wow,” Lyra said simply, having not seen the new decorations before. Suddenly, the line of foam headstones with rubber zombie pony heads popping out of the ground that she’d arranged in front of her and Bon Bon’s place seem cheesy.
“Jealous or something?” Bon Bon asked coyly, “You know nopony in town can beat Rarity when it comes to decorating for anything.”
“That doesn’t make it any less impressive,” Lyra replied, walking to the boutique’s door. Bon Bon was a step behind her as the unicorn opened the door and stepped inside, noting that the interior was virtually unchanged. Lyra found the contrast to be jarring, but she kept her opinion to herself as she sought out a trashcan for her empty cup.
“Velcome dahlings,” a voice said from the back room, “Velcome to the Scare-usel Boo… ugh. No no, that simply will not do.” From the back room stepped a white unicorn dressed in a black gown with flared red sleeves, a high collar, and with a matching black tiara in her mane, two blood-red ribbons woven through her purple mane, and a silver cross hanging from a thin chain around her neck. “Ah, Bon Bon,” Rarity said with a smile, “you’re just in time. Your costume is all set up and waiting for you. Right this way.”
“You look great in that Rarity,” Bon Bon said as she and Lyra followed the unicorn into the back room.
“Thank you,” Rarity said, “It’s not quite complete, but I’m saving the last few details for Nightmare Night itself. Now, behold.” She stepped over to a curtain alcove and pulled the curtain aside to reveal Bon Bon’s costume on a ponyquin. A purple-and-black flared skirt wrapped around the hips, leaving just enough flank exposed to show a cutie mark while a lighter purple vest trimmed in black adorned the chest. High black boots that looked like they were made of shiny black scales and a wide brimmed point black hat with a false cream-colored unicorn horn attached to the front completed the outfit. At Rarity’s direction, Bon Bon got up on the display platform and held still while the unicorn transferred the costume onto her piece by piece. “And there we go,” the fashionista declared as she settled the hat in place, “Bon Bon, you shall be the most fabulous witch to grace the world this year, if I do say so myself. How does it feel?”
“It feels perfect,” Bon Bon said, moving around to test the outfit’s fit. She looked at Lyra, struck a pose and asked, “so what do you think?”
“You look… good,” Lyra said, moving to look at Bon Bon from several angles, “The horn’s a nice touch. If I didn’t know it was part of the costume, I’d swear you were a real unicorn.” Bon Bon blushed as Rarity clopped her hooves in glee.
“Now,” the white unicorn said, regaining her composure, “Just give me a few minutes to make some last-minute adjustments and you can take it home.” While Rarity levitated over spools of thread, needles, and other tools and began to fuss over Bon Bon, Lyra went out to the main room to look around and wait. After a few minutes of admiring Rarity’s latest creations – a combination of fall fashions and Nightmare Night costumes – the sound of the door opening and the bell ringing caught Lyra’s attention. She looked over to see Twilight entering the boutique.
“Oh, hello Lyra,” the lavender unicorn said in surprise, “what brings you here?”
“Bonny wanted my opinion on her costume,” Lyra answered, tilting her head toward the back room, “Rarity’s busy with her at the moment. How about you?”
“I’ve got a costume of my own to pick up,” Twilight said. Lyra nodded as Twilight went to the back and knocked on the door.
“Just a minute,” Rarity called. Twilight waited for a second and then turned away to find a place to sit.
“Do you have your costume yet Lyra?” Twilight asked.
“No,” Lyra said slowly, averting her eyes away from the unicorn and the back room door, “I… won’t be able to take part this year. The… it’ll be ‘that time’ on the Night.” Twilight’s eyes went wide and her mouth opened in a silent “oh” of understanding.
“Have you…” Twilight started to ask, her gaze sliding toward the back room. Lyra shook her head firmly. “You should,” Twilight said in a low voice, “I mean, she did move in with you just a few weeks ago.”
“I know,” Lyra muttered, digging at the floor with a hoof, “I just haven’t been able to work up the nerve.”
“The nerve for what Lyra?” The green unicorn’s head shot up and spun toward the back room door, where Bon Bon was standing with an inquisitive look on her face.
“N-nothing,” Lyra lied, starting to sweat, “you all done? Great. I, uh, just remembered I need to get some new strings. See you at home Bonny!” She rushed out the door as the cream-colored earth pony looked on in bewilderment.
“You just got new strings two days ago,” Bon Bon said quietly.
A couple of days later, on the eve of Nightmare Night, Lyra’s odd behavior had been forgotten and life in the pair’s home returned to normal. At least, as normal as life could get just prior to Nightmare Night in a house occupied by a pair of mares who were considered a couple by everypony except themselves. Bon Bon continued to insist that she’d agreed to move in to Lyra’s place only to save on rent and devote more bits toward expanding her candy store. For her part, Lyra simply declined to comment beyond saying it was nice to have another pony to while away the evenings with. At the present time, the pair were lounging on Lyra’s couch, listening to a Nightmare-themed music record. The mint-green unicorn was holding her namesake instrument in the crook of one leg as she strummed it in a lazy attempt to fit its sound in with the music. “I don’t think it’s going to work Lyra,” Bon Bon said after a while.
“Yeah,” Lyra said with a sigh, giving the instrument one last hard strum before setting it aside, “It’s not easy to get spooky tones out of-” A sudden shiver went through her and her eyes went wide in shock.
“You ok?” Bon Bon asked.
“Yeah,” Lyra said lamely as she slid off the couch, “Just a sudden unexplainable chill. I’ll be right back.” Bon Bon frowned slightly as the unicorn trotted into the kitchen and disappeared from sight. She heard the refrigerator open followed by the sound of bottles and food being shoved around. “Bon Bon?” Lyra called out, “You haven’t seen a small bottle of green liquid around, have you?”
“You mean the cloudy-looking one in the back?” the earth pony asked, getting off the couch to join her friend.
“Yes.” Lyra’s voice was laced with the beginnings of panic.
Bon Bon hesitated before resuming her approach at a slower rate. “I… may have thrown it out,” she said.
“What?” Lyra’s poked her head into view, her face frozen in an expression of fear and disbelief.
“It… smelled like it had gone bad,” Bon Bon said, backing away now as she realized she’d broken some unspoken rule.
Lyra’s jaw moved soundlessly for several seconds. “Of course it smelt bad,” she shouted, “Zecora’s potions aren’t… argh!” She collapsed to the ground, front hooves pressed to her head. “Stay back!” she yelled as Bon Bon started to run to her side, “Rrrrrgh… Too early…” She struggled to her feet, cast a pained glance at Bon Bon, and then bolted past her and up the stairs to her bedroom.
“Lyra!” Bon Bon cried, chasing after her, “What’s wrong? What’s happening?” Lyra ran into her room, slamming the door shut behind her and locking it. When Bon Bon reached the door, she heard the sound of furniture being shoved around, accompanied by grunts of pain and whimpering. A thud indicated something heavy being shoved up against the door, and then the only sound was a whimper that slowly grew into short, blood-curdling scream. “Lyra!” Bon Bon screamed in response, pounding at the door. After a minute or so, she stopped and took a few deep breaths to clear her head. She then ran to her own room and dug the small key for the interior door locks out of her dresser. She galloped back to Lyra’s door and unlocked it. Then she applied all the strength her earth pony heritage provided her in forcing the door, and the bed that had been pushed up against it, to move aside and let her peek into the room. A mint green figure lay huddled in the center of the floor, shaking with what seemed to be anguish. Bon Bon shoved the door open a little more and slipped into the room. “L-lyra?” she asked, approaching the figure with caution, “What’s wrong? Come on, talk to me.” Lyra’s head shot up suddenly, and Bon Bon shrieked as she tried to back away from the sight.
It was Lyra, only not. Her coat had grown out and become ragged, her mane was almost nonexistent. The creature growled as it stood up, revealing sharp fangs as it stared at the cream earth pony with maddened yellow eyes. In place of hooves, it had paws with dangerous-looking claws that dig into the floor as it knelt to pounce. Bon Bon screamed and threw herself flat as the creature leaped over her and squeezed through the door. Bon Bon’s heart raced as she lay panting on the floor, mind spinning in circles as she tried to comprehend what she had just seen. A horrible sound, like a cross between a whinny and a howl, broke her out of her stupor and drove her to her feet. “Lyra!” she shouted as she spun toward the bedroom door and took off in pursuit of whatever her friend had become.
The whinny-howl carried through the town, causing many ponies to pause in the darkening streets and look around in confusion and fright. Inside Books and Branches, a pair of lavender ears shot straight up, followed by the head they were attached to looking up from the book it was buried in and turn toward the nearby window. Twilight felt her mouth start to go dry as she saw the full moon hanging among the stars and she leaped off her bed and galloped downstairs. “It’s a day early,” she muttered, and then called out, “Spike! I have to go to Zecora’s! Lock everything and don’t let anything but Owloysius inside until I get back!”
“Ok,” Spike said, scratching his head as he watched Twilight leave the library. He cast a glance at the owl perched on a nearby desk. “You’re already here,” he said, “so… I wonder what’s going on?”
“Hoo.” Owloysius shrugged his wings.
“Thanks so much for helping Rarity!” Pinkie Pie exclaimed happily.
“You’re quite welcome dear,” Rarity said, backing out of Sugar Cube Corner so she could keep an eye on the pink earth pony and prevent anything else from being added to her already bulging saddlebags, “but are you sure you don’t need all these… lovely baked goods for the party tomorrow?”
“Nope,” Pinkie declared, “The Cakes and I are going be spending all day tomorrow baking for the party. These are just to say thank you for helping me decorate!” She moved to stuff another cupcake into the left-side bag when a strange half-whinny, half-howl caused both her and Rarity to stop and look in the direction of the source. “What was that?”
Rarity’s reply was drowned out by screams and pounding hooves as ponies stampeded in the general direction of away from the sound. “The horror, the horror!” Roseluck yelled as she passed by. Rarity raised an eyebrow at the retreating figure before turning to see what had set the excitable filly off this time. Her other eyebrow shot up as she saw a mint-green, pony-esque creature bounding down the street, aiming for a foal who was paralyzed with fear.
“Oh no you don’t you… whatever you are,” Rarity said coldly as she wrapped the creature in her magic and tugged as it leaped into the air, using its own momentum to carry it over the foal and send it sprawling on the ground.
“Hey,” Pinkie said, pointing at the thing, “Lyra’s a marewolf!”
“A what?” Rarity asked.
“Marewolf,” Pinkie answered, “you know, half mare, half wolf.”
“How you know these things…” Rarity mused, shaking her head slowly. She turned her attention back to the creature just in time to see it pouncing toward her. With a shriek, she reared back and threw her front legs out to meet the pounce and the pair went rolling across the ground, ending up with Rarity on her back and pinned by the marewolf. “Help!” Rarity called, using her hooves and magic to keep the creature’s teeth away from her. She looked over at Pinkie Pie to see the party pony munching on some popcorn she’d gotten from somewhere. “Pinkie Pie! What are you doing?”
“Don’t worry,” Pinkie said calmly, “Bon Bon’s got your back.” Rarity only had enough time to say “huh?” before a cream colored blur knocked the marewolf off of her. She rolled to her feet to see Bon Bon and the mint-green beast staring each other down. Bon Bon had tears in her eyes.
“Lyra,” she sobbed, “What’s happened to you? Please, tell me you’re still in there somewhere.” A low growl rumbled in Lyra’s throat as she took one threatening step forward. Bon Bon held her ground and kept her gaze on Lyra with a pleading look in her eyes. “Lyra, please talk to me. Say something.” She took a few steps and Lyra crouched down with a dangerous growl, every muscle tensed. Bon Bon hesitated, but then crossed the remaining distance between her and the marewolf. “Come on Lyra,” she said, reaching out a hoof, “You… you mentioned Zecora earlier. Maybe-” Lyra cut her off by poucning, knocking Bon Bon to the ground and pinning her. “Please Lyra,” the earth pony whispered, “you don’t have to do this. Let me help you.” Lyra bared her fangs and raised her head slightly. “Please,” BonBon begged, “I… I love you.” The marewolf seemed to hesitate, but then her mouth opened and her head shot down toward Bon Bon’s throat. Bon Bon closed her eyes and braced herself, but the killing bite never landed. She heard the sound of a small impact and felt the pressure lift off her shoulders as the marewolf staggered and collapsed to the ground next to her. She looked up to see Zecora and Twilight Sparkle running down the street toward her. The zebra had a short wooden tube in her mouth, which she flipped out onto her back with a practiced toss as she neared.
“Good shot Zecora,” Twilight said, “I was afraid we weren’t going to make it in time.” She went to Bon Bon and helped the mare to her feet while Zecora bent her head down and plucked a dart from Lyra’s neck.
“What did you do to her?” Bon Bon asked hysterically, glaring at the zebra standing over the unmoving body of her friend.
“Calm yourself, there is no need to weep,” Zecora said with a small smile, “The dart contained only a sedative to make her sleep.”
Bon Bon blinked and then looked down at Lyra. The mint-green creature’s chest was rising and falling gently. “What…” Bon Bon’s voice caught in her throat, “What happened to her?”
“She’s a marewolf,” Pinkie Pie declared as she and Rarity came over to the group, “It’s definitely the best Nightmare Night costume I’ve ever seen.”
“It’s not a costume Pinkie,” Twilight said, giving the pink pony a sideways glance, “She’s a genuine marewolf. The light of the full moon makes her transform into this. She can normally control herself when she changes thanks to a potion Zecora mixes up for her, but I guess she was caught off guard by the full moon coming a day early this month.”
Bon Bon’s head hung low and tears started to fall from her eyes. “A-actually,” she stammered, “It’s my fault… I… I t-threw the potion out.” She glanced up to see the shocked looks on Twilight and Zecora’s faces. “I-I didn’t know what it was,” she squeaked, “I did th-the shopping a few days ago and… found the potion while I was stocking the fridge. I-it s-smelled horrible, so I thought it had… whatever it was had gone bad, so I… I…” She collapsed to the ground, sobbing hysterically. Pinkie and Rarity raced to give the poor mare a hug and a shoulder to cry on.
Twilight sighed and shook her head. “I told Lyra she needed to tell you about this,” she said. Rarity shot the unicorn a dirty look.
Bon Bon spent several minutes crying herself out, and then looked up at Twilight. “How long?” she asked.
“How long has she been a Marewolf?” Twilight asked. When Bon Bon nodded, she answered, “Just a few months actually. Remember when her trip to Hoofington?”
“Yes,” Bon Bon said, “She’d gone to audition for something and to visit family. She… was a few days late coming back. She told me she’d gotten a call-back…”
“A tale told to way-lay fear,” Zecora said, “but now the real story you should hear. Her journey there was as unremarkable as can be, but on her return she took a road near the Everfree. She and I met by a whim of fate, and that proved to be a lucky break. Not long after, we were attacked by a foe whose true nature I did not immediately know. I thought it to be a wolf with a coat of peculiar tan, but as we later learned, it was actually a Lycan.”
“Lycans are a very rare kind of monster,” Twilight cut in, “Their bite can turn ponies into marewolves. Zecroa was able to drive the Lycan off, but not before Lyra was bitten on the shoulder.”
“I took her to my home to treat the bite,” Zecora said, picking up the story, “to be sure it healed, I had her stay for the night. That decision proved doubly wise, for that night was marked by the full moon’s rise. With herbs and potions I kept her subdued, but since she transformed, there was nothing more I could do, for the curse is permanent after the first full moon.”
“But, there’s that potion,” Bon Bon said, hope returning to her face, “do you have some with Zecora? If we give it to her before she wakes up, everything will be ok, right?”
Twilight shook her head. “She has to take the potion before she transforms or it won’t have any effect,” she said, “All we can do now is keep her sedated or locked up until morning when she changes back.”
“Fine,” Bon Bon said, starting to dig her head under Lyra’s body, “I’ll take care of her. It’s the least I can do. Where’s the sedative?” The limp marewolf suddenly levitated off the ground as Twilight wrapped her in telekinetic magic.
“Let’s put her in my basement,” the lavender unicorn said, settling Lyra on Bon Bon’s back, “The door and lock are strong enough to keep her contained, and we’ll all be able to get some sleep.” She gestured for Bon Bon to follow her and began walking toward the library.
“I must return to start a fresh brew,” Zecora said, “Hopefully there won’t be any herbs I’ll need to accrue.” As the zebra turned and trotted away, Bon Bon glanced back at Lyra and then followed Twilight.
“Twilight,” she asked as the pair neared the tree, “How is it that you knew about Lyra?”
Twilight gave an embarrassed chuckle. “I just happened to go visit Zecora the day after and walked in on her explaining the maintenance potion to Lyra,” she said, “It became my task to make sure Lyra was coping and that she was paying attention to the lunar cycle.” She frowned and glared up at the moon and added, “Part of me wants to demand an explanation from Princess Luna for why the full moon was a day early, but it might just have been a clerical error or something.” She looked back down with a sigh and knocked on the library door, calling out “Spike! It’s me. Open up!” She was rewarded by a click and the opening of the door, but the head that peeked out around the door didn’t belong to a baby dragon.
“Hoo,” Owloysius said in welcome.
“Thanks Owloysius,” Twilight said as she and Bon Bon entered the library. The owl took one look at the cream earth pony’s load and flew back to his perch to await further instructions. “This way,” Twilight said, leading Bon Bon over to a door situated under the stair case. As the pair stepped through and descended into the basement, Lyra began to stir. “Quick!” Twilight yelled, lifting the marewolf off Bon Bon’s back and setting her on the stairs, “Let’s go.” The unicorn and earth pony galloped up out of the basement and shut the door behind them, Twilight setting the lock in place and reinforcing it with magic before dropping to her haunches and breathing a sigh of relief. “Ok,” she said, “Everything should be fine now Bon Bon. You should go home and get some sleep.”
Bon Bon shook her head. “No,” she said firmly, sitting down next to the door, “I’m going to stay here and guard her. I want to be there the moment she changes back.”
Twilight opened her mouth to protest, but then broke under the intensity of Bon Bon’s look. “Fine,” she said, “I’ll go get you a blanket.”
A tentative knocking woke Bon Bon from slumber. She blinked and looked around in confusion, not recognizing her surroundings for a moment. Sunlight streamed in through a few windows, bathing the library in golden warmth. There was another knock, followed by a voice, “H-hello? Anypony?” Bon Bon sprang to her hooves as the events of the previous night returned to her memory. She nearly tore the basement door out of its frame before remembering to undo the lock, and then cracked the door open cautiously and peeked inside.
“Bon Bon?” Lyra asked, eyes squinting in the sudden light. The mint green unicorn was back to normal. Her coat was still disheveled, but she had hooves, a full mane, and normal-looking eyes.
“Lyra!” Bon Bon cried, flinging the door open and grabbing Lyra up in a hug, “Oh thank Celestia, you’re ok!” Lyra returned the hug and the two stood like that, leaning o neach other for several seconds. Finally though, Bon Bon pulled away and averted her gaze. “Lyra,” she said, “I’m sorry. I should have asked you about that potion before doing anything with it.”
“No,” Lyra said, stepping forward to hug Bon Bon again, “I should have told you. I mean, I let you move in with me after all. I knew you’d find out sooner or later.” She sniffed sadly. “I just wish you didn’t have to find out this way.”
“Well, I know now,” Bon Bon said, pulling away again but keeping her hooves on Lyra’s shoulders, “Zecora’s making a fresh potion, and you didn’t hurt anypony last night, so we can move on and deal with this together.” Lyra gave her a grateful smile. “Just promise me, no more secrets, ok?”
“No more secrets,” Lyra agreed. The pair hugged again, taking comfort in each other’s presence.
“Ugh,” a voice said from above, “get a room you two.” Lyra and Bon Bon looked up to see Spike looking down at them from the stairs with a look of disgust on his face. The couple shared a glance and a smirk and separated.
“Breakfast?” Bon Bon asked.
“Sugar Cube Corner,” Lyra answered. They turned and walked toward the door side-by-side. “By the way,” Lyra said just before they got outside, “Last night, just before I got knocked out, I think you said something.” Bon Bon blushed and avoided Lyra’s gaze, and the unicorn smirked slightly before leaning in close and whispering, “I love you too.”
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everyone
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2011-10-31T17:25:00+00:00
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2011-10-31T17:25:00+00:00
| 3,985 |
The Lady from the Night,
Her Stella and Luna combined.
The sister to the Goddess of Sol,
The sister of the opposite dawn and set.
Her night sends the goodness of life to slumber,
Her loneliness remains to watch above.
Her loneliness shrivels into despair,
Her shadows had come instead.
Shadows and night intertwined,
The breathing monsters came to exist.
The town despairs into a hectic blacken era,
For monsters and darkness complete success.
The will she bears disappears from moments end,
Darkness reign over her life and the night.
With her form transferred completely,
The life below soon gone amidst.
Except all she could not defeat.
Her sister of Sol came and intervene her success.
A challenge became aware of light and darkness combined,
It became the moment when her sister becomes the reigning time.
Imprison to lonely coming years in silencing moon,
Darkness lingers with deepening internal core.
Trapped beneath her finely undoing toll,
Would her patience come to shrivel?
Millennia to stand watch and not,
Her darkness remains a constant vigil flow.
Always never waver and never always forget,
The Harbinger of night have reaches the time to step.
Upon millennial festival for the princess of Sol to rule,
The princess of Luna have begun appear as guest.
Wings of black and flow darkening might,
Her laughter hollers of resuming goals.
Night forever covers all,
Eternally reign until forever change.
Her strength exceeds blotted the world,
Her goal has accomplished of completely nightly black.
Darkness whispers in relentless vowing flow,
Her tears rinse and fell upon her cheek.
A fondly time with her sister of Sol,
Despair lingers more than dread.
Yet intervenes to resist,
Against a likely pack who dares to change.
Countless attempts against their upcoming tide,
Darkness however cease and forever release princess bind.
A Hole in the Sun: The light shrouds by the dented dark, destroyer of both.
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incomplete
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everyone
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2011-10-18T04:17:05+00:00
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2011-10-18T04:17:05+00:00
| 2,134 |
Forever lively for credible trends. Her soul springs into simple bend,
Dancing and carols like daily ends. Her spirit shall lift your blacken bland.
All such plans, décor in perfectly sync. Her artful birthdays will melt in loving heat,
With timing enough to make mischievous trick. A careful caution beneath your feet.
However parties differed from fun and danger. Monsters lurks with a dagger,
Unless power is beyond they've suspect. Monsters hears an ominous laugh.
Voicing hails to pierce that muster. Monsters have loose their number,
Smiting upon villains down the drain. Delivering monsters down its blade.
None may halt or stop her whim. Methods are crush to preserving beam,
Flourished in incredible excite. Torrential spirit against every might.
Witness to feel her everyday tone. Listen to her words that pace each race.
Follow her guidance to this point. And torn astray with splitter half.
Without her friends that boast throughout. She'll stay as despairing as a trout,
Alone wouldn't be enough. Her laughter isn't all of acquiring base.
A tale somehow it obscures. Through appointed pasting,
A story may soon endure. Through impending future.
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everyone
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2011-10-18T00:03:42+00:00
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2011-10-18T00:03:42+00:00
| 2,291 |
Kindness pierce, kindness melt. Her shriveling act shall stumble your track,
Believable to scorch inside the deepen heart. Unable to succeed with fluttering doubt.
None bear to ignore her gentle outer glimpse. Fallen madly with careful mix,
For the soul shall wither, shall faint abyss. Committed to perform of undying peace.
Fondly grown to gentled wings, like heaven wisp. Souls shall grovel below her bliss,
Whispers a soft to incredibly voice. None disagrees listening her whim.
Wonderful sight shall shutter your feet. Steady strong shall turn to shaken excite,
She may ask a cup of two or more that sought. Willing to submit whatever left that bought.
Loving how she act so timid. Death be instant to witness her shutter,
Yet beware that the guard that stood. Caution that hid behind your backs.
Boy you shall laugh at this bunny. A small furry mammal,
Cause he's right behind to biting. With a devastating temper inflaming.
Whether risk against the wreathing bunny. A worth taking persist,
Glimpse on her chart with topping place. The ranking first beyond every race.
Smile is the only sight that bring out a hug. Grasping to feel the inner love,
Who could not say no for a gentle face. That would swell with desirable cause.
--Separated Poem--
Kindness pierce, kindness melt,
Believable to scorch inside deepen heart.
None bear ignore her gentle outer glimpse,
For the soul shall wither, shall fallen into abyss.
Fondly grown to fragile wings, like heaven wisp,
Whispers is soft from incredible voice.
Wonderful sight will shatter your feet.
She may ask a cup or sought.
Lovable she act so timid,
Yet beware that guarded that stood.
Boy you shall laugh at this puny bunny,
Cause he's right behind into terrible biting. Ow.
Whether risk against the wrathful bunny,
Glimpse on her chart on toppling place.
Her smile is sight to utter hugging,
Never say no to liking.
Her shriveling act shall stumble your track,
Unable to succeed with fluttering doubt.
Fallen madly with careful gracing mix,
Commit perform of undying peace.
Souls shall grovel below her bliss,
None disagrees listening her whim.
Steady strong shall turn to shaken excite,
Willing to submit whatever left that bought.
Death be instant to witness her shutter,
Caution that hid behind your backs.
A small furry mammal,
With devastating temper inflaming.
A worth taking persist,
The ranking first beyond every race.
Grasping to feel the inner love,
That would swell with desirable cause.
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incomplete
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everyone
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2011-10-20T08:30:39+00:00
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2011-10-20T08:30:39+00:00
| 1,767 |
The burden heart follow inspire. The souls are graciously debt,
Knowledge that summon induce. Derailed to constant stress.
Everyday duty, every working mess. How she parries tend,
Honest turns arrogance which by stubborn. Consume to accomplish mends.
A controllable offer to tame. Herds shall immediately halt,
Honesty clearance to bringing. Discipline complies throughout.
Everlasting passage to webbing trail. Refusal to given assist,
The tension bears increasing collapse. Soon shall falter without persist.
Imminent wonders to honesty's work. Perhaps greatly accomplish extent,
Caring job to bearing apples. Tended to collective piles of fruit.
Burden heart alone to care of need. Constant reliance to likely deeds,
Yet plentiful souls are in cahoots. Prescribe attempt to force the help.
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incomplete
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everyone
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2011-10-23T05:51:36+00:00
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2011-10-23T05:51:36+00:00
| 2,266 |
Desirable distinguish in learning the best. A memorable, but feudal between two have met,
Believe to thrive reaching the test. A cindering, chorus that emerges at rest.
Old hand of pasting that choices belong. The future is plenty to behold,
Other things that isn't bullying on. Credited proud turn to smarting cold.
The meter of enchant is everyone suspect. The purple one doesn't act,
Take patient heart in trailing to achieve. She learn a value of glee.
No ill arrogance for freely to choose. She respected all that's due,
A challenger who thinks of claim. To prepare an unwanted duel.
Arriving to step the claiming day. Approach of unexpected guest,
The name sounded great she proclaim. Trixie is grandly reign.
Inevitable the two would. A willing match that's about to cast,
Grandeur spectate of challenge. Between two feuding role.
Enchanted wizardry catches your eye. Displaying incredible things to sought,
The great and power has proven her chance. Showing wizard's evident chance.
Slowly grim to the rookie's game. Seem hope may fade against her reign,
Expect to predict, the brightening blitz. Suspecting bright that level the might.
The rookie's spark ignites behold. A sudden and swiftly flicker,
Truly strength has just unfold. Clicked into enormous hold.
Tables been turned for worse. Trixie slowly looses its burst,
Upstanding fashion of twilight mix. Should revel the wizard's bricks.
Interested how turns of tiding match. The sense of predicting catch,
Wizard fallen deeply her game. For knowing her soon to fail.
After rounds upon holding struggle. A splitter makes her ripple,
Retreat is inevitable consider. Preserving her proudly demeanor.
The rookies hails the victor to the result. The rookie was enjoying its trove,
Notice greatly of inner self. She understands the meaning of magic itself.
And her spark that flares as proof. A slightly hope that surely growth,
The will to teach be greatly value. With mustering ends in ideal duo.
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incomplete
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everyone
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2011-10-22T06:29:26+00:00
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2011-10-22T06:29:26+00:00
| 2,206 |
Famous name to be the greatest exist. Potential recruit turns believing enroll,
Rumor being fast with heighten dash. Blitzed into a thundering clash.
Foolish eyes deceive to accept. Unwilling to determine the exactly route,
Surely they'll miss by chance. With measuring clicks illusion whips.
Winging glow, follow of palish breeze. Swiftly how air caught it feathers,
Suddenly boomed in sonic lauds. Before vanish in second scars.
Zip, zap, dashes the ease. Holler claim of behests of things,
Confidence is her weaken steam. Leveled lowly to overly ache.
To foolish believe that anyone betrays. Her petty tricks aren't to compare,
Compassionate heartens that thrash. Her fully rich is beyond certain fond.
Thinking arrogance and coward is action. Believing that she'll stab into submission,
Expect nothing more to her creed. Into searching her loyalties trust.
--Separation of poetic stanzas--
A famous name to greatest exist,
Rumors being fastest that blitz.
Foolish eyes deceive accept,
Missing by threading chance.
Winging that glows of paled,
Boomed into sonic lauds.
Zip, zap and dashes with ease,
Except for overly confident steam.
Foolish to believe of betrayal hope,
Compassion soul heartens thrash.
Reasons of action suffice little learn,
Expect many of her creeds.
--
Enrolling potent to recruiting sight,
Thundering clash that dashes in might.
Plenty skeptics to her exactly route,
Measuring by a click to illusion whip.
How godly air caught her wings,
Sailing a vanish of second scars.
Hollering her claim to behest,
Only level in sourly detest.
Petty tricks isn't believable to work,
A fully rich that certain fondly wake.
Persuade to sense a stabbing surge,
Into searching her loyalties merge(hug).
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incomplete
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everyone
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2011-10-25T07:46:56+00:00
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2011-10-25T07:46:56+00:00
| 1,994 |
Thomas Bergersen - Femme Fatale
Magic exceed to yearly days. Enchant profuse to boundless prevail,
Willful from harness it parry. Credible surge behold your grasp.
Some shall learn the truth of basics. Few triumph to stand,
Yet one would suffice the rest. Matching those of past.
Organize prepare is in field. Awareness to all that's folly,
A leader of leader till the end. Taking roles to staging bands.
Who dare challenge the puzzling mind? Who would step the whiten line?
Of one who's ready to make its binds.Then the rest will receive a baffling blind.
--Separated Stanzas--
Magic exceed to yearly days,
Willful to harness it parry.
Some shall learn basic truths,
Only one would gladly suffice.
Organize prepare on the field,
A leader of leaders till the end.
Who dare challenge the puzzling mind?
Of one who's easily ready to make its binds
Enchant profuse to boundless prevail,
Credible surge behold to grasp,
Few shall triumph to stand,
Matching compare of past.
Aware to all that's folly,
Taking roles to staging bands.
Who would step whitening line?
Then to rest receive a baffling blind
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incomplete
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everyone
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2011-10-28T04:41:30+00:00
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2011-10-28T04:41:30+00:00
| 1,654 |
Smoothly words to compel a beast. Soothing voice that risen your feet,
Shyly but boasting every feat. Differ to compare than fluttering mare.
Kindness is opposite than her charm. Bested with praising out of lot,
Collapse upon hear one phrase. Single word shall bewilder caught.
Sentence once comes when into style. Springs into making cloths,
Color and texture and fabric brand. A plentiful arts to trend.
Knowledgeable crafts to brilliant dress. Incredible mind to behold,
An ideal spread to widely fame. Remarkable outfit that dazzles a lot.
Aware not comment her make. Beware not telling her blitz,
Caution advice receiving risk. Prepare not explaining this.
Have you gone weight or making fabric dents?
If sure and plenty, then be marked. With an arrow that's gotten your barked.
Charms and cloth is her match. Soothe and create an advantage pack,
Charitable is love and giving batch. Generous what's makes personality attach.
A simple thought would exceed outstanding role. Unbelieved that her actions ascend,
A likely fan and probable lover would hidden in wait. Patient soul would covert in careful midst.
--Separate Stanza--
Smoothing words that compel fellow beast,
Shyly but boast in every feat.
Kind is reverse than her likely charms,
That can collapse upon hearing farther.
Sentence departs, arrive with style,
Colorful textures with fabricated brand.
Knowledge crafts into gorgeous dress, illumine in bright,
Ideal show that spreads widely effect.
Aware little to comment her make,
Cautionary advice to taken risk.
Have gone weight or making dent?
If sure and plenty, then surely be marked.
Charms and cloth is her match,
Charitable love to giving batch.
A simple thought, an exceeding role,
Probable fan and lover, that would lie and wait.
--
Soothing voice that baffle your heart,
Differ compare to the fluttering mare.
Bested with praising sentence,
Word that bewilder caught.
Spring uppers to progress cloth,
Plentiful arts with widely trend.
Behold witness of training mind
That dazzles of wholly bunch.
But beware when say,
For tell marks to blitz.
Have gone weight or making dent?
With arrow plunge to the bark.
Soothe and create an advantage pack,
Generous what's makes attach.
Actions baffle of ascend belief,
Patient soul in covert amidst.
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everyone
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2011-10-29T07:07:31+00:00
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2011-10-29T07:07:31+00:00
| 2,627 |
Six mares challenge ahead. Six friends that willing abide,
All aware of path to take. A wonder question that's about to make.
Disbelief that eager afar the dread. A shocking revel that's behind it steed,
Except plenty comparing the status band. Conception the quality that's simply bared.
Struggle by reach and reaching to choice. There beyond the sacred voice to hear,
Forth dreams that swell and grow. That founded twice or quads it expect.
Legend that written of moments dawn. A tale for youngish to excite,
To deed of heroes of order and light. That slew nightmare night.
One hovers air in loyalty rash. Standing utmost to quickly act,
One lays in mirror of glory shine. Standing beauty and generous charm.
One expresses in laughtering pierce. Standing frilly and happiness about,
One honest deed in stubbornly assist. Standing proudly and displaying commit.
Never remind that two that left in pack. Two remained by the inviting backs,
I ain't forgotten those that aren't fools. Dare not change until next page.
One cowers by fear of absolute. Standing aloft with caring heart,
One studies perceive perfect. Stands of magician's boost.
Lucky six is perceptive number. Highly teams of six to vent,
Harmony wielded in their gentle necks. Necklace that symbols of virtues erect.
Arrive and face to monsters at worldly end. Command to shield that fragile these land.
Together you are legend and legend's past. Go, go power ponies of party, sent forth without parry.
--Separated Stanzas--
Six mares dare challenge ahead,
Aware that their path will outer dread.
Belief or not their eager settle afar of route,
With exception plenty when comparing result.
Struggle in reach into reaching their choice,
Counted dreams that swell and will growth.
Legends that written from moment's dawn,
To heroes deeds of order and light:
One hovers breeze in loyalty rash,
One lays by mirror of glorifying shine.
One expressed with laughter that pierce,
One honest actions that stubbornly assist.
Never remind that two that left in pack,
I ain't a fool to forgotten their track,
One cowers by fear and kindness,
One studies to achieve enlighten.
Lucky six is percepts of roulette,
Harmony wield in their gently necks.
Arrived and faced of monsters to worldly ends,
Together their legends will fades into fictions past.
--
Six souls that abound to abide,
Wondering question that about to make.
Shocking revel that behind their venture,
Conceited qualities that simply bared to create.
Beyond the calls from a sacred voice,
A founding twice or quads to expect.
A tale for younglings turn excite,
Of how slew of nightmare night:
Standing utmost to swiftly act,
Standing divine and generously charm.
Standing frilly and happiness of daily about,
Standing proudly and displaying committed heart.
Two remain by the inviting backs,
Dare not change until next page.
Standing aloft with caring heart,
Stand calls of magician's carts.
Highly teams of considerable six,
Necklaces that symbols of virtue erect.
Command to shield that fragile these land,
Go, go power ponies of party, sent forth without parry.
--Taken note that the last stanza quite crack me up, though I wonder if this fit perfectly with the rest. Hmm, oh well, ONTO THE NEXT!
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everyone
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2011-10-31T17:15:11+00:00
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2011-10-31T17:15:11+00:00
| 2,102 |
Dive inbound to center heart. Sacred rays that lighted the path,
Wings gape that flow of breath. Cradle by winds of lovely night.
Open hand that considered plenty. Cared below that's dream,
Gleaming love to smiles and cheery. All one that's sleeping.
Every soul, every life, within its core. Not all consider the same,
Pasting scars that pauses wake. Terrible break that dawns the light.
Ordeal ideas fallen into abyss, Utmost hope that dashes within her assist,
Battle amongst dearest care. Common feud between siblings rivalry request.
Millennial ties were scratch. Thousand years dealt to victorious sol,
The lonely steed stages rule. A despair into common appeal.
Burden everyday to her seize, Deform in threatening meant,
The losing toll certainly sadden. Weeps her sister miss.
Darken remembrance to grasp. Ominous years of regret,
Shrug within perils that amidst. Embers flickered that inside.
Change of chronic roles, The mind heals within gradual enjoy,
A friend, an apprentice. Companion that warmed her crackled heart.
Yearly days sol shall mend. Her usual cheer raise beyond the grave.
Mentor to many, beloved as friend. Explorable lessens of feign.
Passes cannot escaped from death. Immortal is cursed thing,
Lastly memories have seizes belong. Of lightening course.
Cycles between imminent and refuse. Tales come and star,
Pieces given their fallen friends. Her soul shared amongst all.
Option to unite forgotten past. A chance to meet her sister's behalf,
Achieve goals simply at last. Founded peace that long hidden beneath the pack
Could've been: Choices be of path, Choose by thousand chance
--Repeated Stanza--
Dive abound to the center of heart,
Wings gaped from slowly breath.
Open hands be given to plenty,
Except one that isn't willing.
Every soul to every life,
Have pasting choice that scar or enlight.
Ordeal means to rescue her choice,
Only failed and to battle her sis.
Ties been scratch of millennial bonds,
Lonely sol has watch in staging soothe.
Burden forever to the actions of lock,
That saddens from loosening tolls.
Grasp in close to darkness embrace,
A shrug that perils her place.
Change of time and change of event,
Would there she found a friend to compensate.
Days of enjoy that mended her pain,
A mentor to many, a friend to belove.
However none escape the coming time,
When to glimpse her friends lasting breath.
A cycle of imminent and refuse,
A piece been taken from her heart,
Options to unite that's longing past.
Should achieve the goal to risen her feat.
--
Sacred light that rays upon the path,
Cradle of winds by the lovely night.
Below cares the dream of dream,
All except one of slumbering stream.
Similar souls that considers not,
Terrible break that covers the light.
Utmost hope dash from every assist,
Resulted into war of siblings rivalry quest.
The victor sol dealt a thousand,
Yet despair have ripening appeals.
Deform into depressing meant,
Weeping for action against sister's miss.
Ominous yearly of broken heart,
Miracle embers flickered within the start.
Soulful minds shall heal gradual joys,
A warming companion that melted her icy heart.
Usual cheer arise from the dark,
Exploring reigns with lessen feigns.
Yet life be curse upon immortal burst,
To glimpse the candle of companion's lit.
Tales of come and stars,
A piece of soul that shared her friends.
Only by chance to meet her slumbering sis,
Should the sol founded a everlasting peace.
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everyone
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2011-10-30T22:07:36+00:00
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2011-10-30T22:07:36+00:00
| 1,764 |
Symbol stand by rumors, rumors delivers false. Words be great or not,
Appear sometimes vague to spooking mess. That fools a scaring scene.
Ignore of inner color of black and white. Content belief be a cursed shard,
Witness and fear that minded herself. There's she's now scratching the dirt.
Goodly folk ceases upon the glance. Terrified at the stripe mares wildly trance,
Yet the bravest of all remain from sheath. One whose brave to venture pits.
Others concerned to the safeties little soul. Trailed behind of catching late,
Till next day they caught the dreaded feigns. Other have seize her vain.
Suspicions are highly appoint of simply blame. Accuse from previous dawn,
Effected to wobbly and accidental event. Clumsily shattered with their prefect.
Argument lingers inside their debate. Hollering outside from their secluded mats,
Brave little one carries the role. One shall fetches her step, into raging bush.
Restoration the sense of sight. Other gasp to glimpse the lost,
Charge in rush without simple glee. Worry that the brave be forgot.
Eagerly prepare to vanquish the witch. Aware be approach of realm,
Taken range from blistered moments wake. Barges of frontal gate.
Heavily scatters surround the common threat. Occurred they've trap the meant,
Happen succeed if not for bravery soul. Defended the witch's goal.
Others sadden to mistaken their correct. Sadly late to fix,
Return they retreat to adjust the claim. Entering the town in summon erase.
--- Reference of S01E09
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everyone
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2011-10-31T16:44:19+00:00
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2011-10-31T16:44:19+00:00
| 1,835 |
Trails of scar that tremors of war. Feuded into beating score,
Defeat lingers upon ceaseless tore. Lost between the soulless dark.
Praises last to summoning Selena moon. Luna be youth to forever glimpse,
Until cast upon the blooming cruel. That delivers an evil boon.
Sol defiance into halting start. Sister of sister ended the doubt,
And with chance vanish from the scene. The chapter closes her dream.
To coming age the past caught her regret. Longer barred into unknown reset,
Stirs of evil of good that mix. Emotions flow which spreads until bleak.
Slumber upon the upside downs. Travel beyond the coursing streams,
Her moon still glitter and shine the dark. Where stella comes to be her part.
Plotted and await her evil avenge. Awaken to grasp the deal against her sis,
Path repeats to similar defeat. Until transforms back into formerly bliss.
Forever faded the scheming soul. Erase the past of all that trove,
Shifts into form of a kindly heart. To be better and at last free from doubt.
Goddess of moon have return beside. Selena rejoice be her sister side,
Wishes to free that prison of stir. The darkness within has always a blur.
Every dawn and set, her heart will ache. For pasting sought to catches track,
Forgiveness been cast and fear aside. Agree that smile once widen field.
Now the chronic has given the space. To feel and improve those lastly wake,
Deeply inside her soul will tremble of darkness return. Yet now she's sees nothing of blur.
I love you forever
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everyone
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2011-11-01T06:49:33+00:00
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2011-11-01T06:49:33+00:00
| 1,706 |
Nightmare night, nightmare rate,
Here's trick or treat to compensate.
Follow round to shallow rake,
And feel and hear the shouting make.
To glimpse above the darken light,
To see the storming wraith tonight.
To the descend below the shrouded fool,
Only sight upon the goddess moon.
There we hide against her whimsy will,
To stare upon those darken mood.
To hear upon her loudly tune,
That symbols a a scary toon.
Yet all awhile mistake her glance,
We thought her be a dreadful act.
Through time and care we glad to pack,
To cover her in bloody path (or, to share and love her kindly pact)
--Halloween Everyone, taken note that it may well be a song lyric so if your reading this note, then try singing into it. Experiment is a widely tool, you never know when it becomes a hit.
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incomplete
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everyone
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2011-11-01T20:11:00+00:00
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2011-11-01T20:11:00+00:00
| 2,130 |
Dragon of heart within the shroud. Impending strength that symbols of all,
Rubies of breath or emerald of glare. Display the massive size and deadly wing.
Littlest gifts starts from bliss. Erupting births that written to newly quest,
Upon the siege of wondrous sight. First laying eyes forever be bonding's might.
Beast and Dragon come abound. Often face in pooling blood,
Yet yearly time has ending tale. There's lessen be that to act.
A piercing belief and scorch. Will forever mold upon the torch,
A founding tale to behold. Progressing today's festive douse.
Endure to betray such lessen task. Determine to place the falsely tack,
Olden conserve clings of ending breath. Action speaks the paling match.
How such youth bear of follow, how achieve the next? What young does to choose his choice?
Only Spike surely knows and surely wear the scarf. A hidden heart that beats a golden charts.
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everyone
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2011-11-02T20:04:03+00:00
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2011-11-02T20:04:03+00:00
| 1,413 |
Trial in step to wonder succeed. Making that gains with every step,
Yet earlier gains may well indeed. Paths be chosen without a steam.
Laws are figure to destiny change. Orderly choice will be your voice,
Yet fewer ones will soon rejoice. Of their ideal trance to become the loyce.
Chosen mark have minded will. That taken chance to thrive when thrill,
Earlier cogent they strife to act. Only to sighted now the permanent fact.
Hobbies, skill and personnel goals. Activities, experience and credit commit,
That be your ever complete. Of a simple and quickly myth.
However youth are tales from opening books. A chapter of a character's novel,
There plentiful choose to written the scene. Expecting the readers to read.
Enjoy the goodly land that potent still stack. Boundless ideas that comes patient trove,
To the send and deliver of three musketeers. The cutie mark crusaders immensely pact.
--Repeated Stanza--
Make the gains from every step,
Paths be chosen without steaming bet.
Orderly choice that maybe your voice,
Of ideal trance to become the loyce.
Take the chance when thrive in thrill,
Only sight upon the permanent fact.
Activities, experience and credits commit,
Of simply of an undying myth.
A chapter to character's novel,
Expect readers to read.
Boundless ideas for patient trove,
Of cutie mark crusader's immensely bold.
--
Trial steps to wonderly success,
Earlier gains indeed by means.
Laws are figure in destiny wheel,
Fewer ones that will not rejoice.
Chosen of mark has minded will,
Earlier cogent that strife they act.
Hobbies, skills and personnel goals,
That be your lesser completed task.
However youth are tales of opening books,
Plentiful choice to written thousand scenes.
Enjoy goodly souls for the land potent in fertile,
To send and regard to musketeers rattle.
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everyone
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2011-11-03T05:28:42+00:00
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2011-11-03T05:28:42+00:00
| 1,391 |
Devoted voice of falsely hope. Frenzied souls that scorches belief,
To her it's all some joke. A naught is strengthen for sought.
Growth to stammer and prompt. Another threat that boast,
Them the spectators of seat. Dominion control to great.
A cockily wizard from sternly vaunt. Slanting stage of presume,
Outdoes her chant of poorly ace. Hidden lies an ailing grace.
Content blankets from deceit. Feeble through her feats,
Actions befall from her test. That beacons of appalling coup.
Standstill to fasten defeat. Devastate from another feat,
Doubtful peril to dumbly found. Arrest the searching fool.
Greatness stolen from the stage. Resolve to retreat her ill repute,
Parallel trail shall tune her days. When trails cannot be neglect.
--Repeated Stanza--
Fallen voice of devoted false,
Her jokes are merely her choke.
Growth by stammer of promptly tune,
Them spectators be in their seat.
Cocky wizard's sternly vaunt,
Outing her chant of weeping pace.
Content shrouds of deceit and foul,
Actions befall from simple test.
Fasten defeat of standstill fear,
Peril doubt turns dumbly pound.
Greatness stolen from the stag,
That shifts from parallel stand.
--
Frenzy souls have scorch belief,
A naught for her strengthen sought.
Another threat that boast her grade,
Dominion control to imminent great.
Slanted stage of presuming page,
With hidden lies of an ailing grace.
Feeble lies through feat and con,
That beacons of appalling coup.
Devastate from another soul,
Arrested search of a fool's attempt.
Resolve retreat of disputed repute,
That trails that can't be neglect.
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everyone
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2011-11-03T20:07:28+00:00
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2011-11-03T20:07:28+00:00
| 2,109 |
Time for me to tell for wonder guest. For the tale that I'm about to pronounce,
Dwell beyond far of civic ground. Passage forth of steadily and wildly bound.
A native I am that travel sphere. Knowledgeable quest to newly sound,
Justly as calm I'll ever become. Where petite distress are considered unbound.
Within I carry are nothing but sacks. Gears and tools that will help along the track,
Charmed although I'll surely feared. To see and feel the scarlet bush that's beam.
Exquisite discover to take from home. Within my house from likely foes,
Breath a gasp between trailing wood. Of profound depths of credible stood.
So write upon my stanzas verse. With riddles and rhymes that fools your work,
Comprehended says with baffle mind. That stumps your feet with pausing click.
Stricken stripes of blackish and white. Gorgeous am I do must little credited shy,
Lain upon sights of golden gleam. Stare my vision eye that provides the haunt.
--Repeated Stanza--
To tell the guest of wondered time,
Of civic ground that afar from beyond.
A native I am, seeking travel of sphere,
As calm and cool I'll justly become.
Carry not but a sack of kit,
Surely I'll fear of charming beast.
From home to exquisite discover,
Between trailing woods of breathing gasp.
So I write upon with stanzas verse,
Comprehended says that baffles today.
Stricken stripes of blackish and white,
Lain upon my sights of turquoise bright.
--
A tale of pronouncing world.
A passage with stead and wildly bound.
A knowledge quest for newly sound,
Where petite distress are unbound.
Gears and tools to prolong my track,
To see and feel the scarlet bush.
Within my home from likely foes,
Of profound depth that credibly stood.
With riddles and rhymes that fools your work,
Which stumps your feet of pausing click.
Gorgeous my mane is though little credit,
It's the eyes of vision is what provide the haunt.
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incomplete
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everyone
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2011-11-05T00:07:27+00:00
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2011-11-05T00:07:27+00:00
| 1,880 |
Breathlessly aside to harpies wing. Stature beholds of wildly bring,
Perform with grace of sweltering grin. That insults many strings.
Feathery tender of coarsely tune. Bewilder glance of rudely soothe,
Heighten grasp of wondrous tome. A sacred holder of olden once.
Avian of compound, layers between beast. Two souls that create from the mix.
What dares to claim them fiends. When their symbols of grandly beaks.
Spread those sails to await uncover. Ascend likely to where none tried yonder,
Break the barrier of orderly malice. Peirce the skies of hardening pester.
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incomplete
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everyone
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2011-11-05T17:53:33+00:00
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2011-11-05T17:53:33+00:00
| 1,661 |
Abound by law, abound by trust. Honorable guards that means throughout,
Shielded eternal to whatever threat. That mustn't collapse upon pressure fret.
Silence is imminent to deadly scenes. Advantage amongst the loudly sings,
Their form display from blister and known. Where common unknown begets mean.
Faith been measured through hard and cold. Command is source to stony throne,
Wings gasp soaring heights to ever descent. Arial display to diving array.
Virtuous heart now guides their path. An anxious soul been scraped from past,
Example to all that follow till dawn. Until the threat been slain by knightly night.
Let muster courage from befallen break. Overall choir soothes to doubting role,
Eager determine of quicken and result. These are the stallions obvious route.
Holding firm to holding stand, these are today. Grounds been rooted to honor display,
Let fate understand the sacrifice to mold. Upon the guardians role which irrelevant caste. .
Gleam and tall and proud to acquire armor. The ruling stages of their presumption dire,
Challengers beware to be seen remain. For their eerie party will sprint souls in abstain.
Threat dangers from large to strange. That leaves a trailing ghost to forever wake,
Be their guardians duties to protect. They held their breath and will never break.
--Separated Stanzas--
Bound by laws, bound by lasting trust,
Threats thwart by eternal shields.
Deadly scenes from imminent silent,
That shown of blister and known.
Measured faith through hard and frost,
Gasping wings and magical earth.
Virtuous heart of path that guide,
That follows example until dawn.
Befallen break that muster courage,
Quicken result of eager determine.
These are today, held firmly stand,
Sacrifice of mold of fates accept.
Attend armor of gleaming proud,
Challengers beware that remain to show.
Larger strange that threatens the danger
Protection of role to guardians inquire.
--
Honored guards means thorough bound,
That mustn't collapse on pressured step.
Loudly singers be advantage mess,
Common unknown means beget.
Source of command by golden throne,
Aerial magical earth that displays diving array.
Anxious ground that scrapped from horrible past,
Until the threat been slain and gone of knightly night.
Choir overall to sooth but doubt,
Of a stallions obvious route.
Rooted deep to courage shown,
Upon guards irrelevant caste.
Ruling stages of presumptuous dire,
Eerie party that sprint abstain.
Trailing ghost that left forever wake,
With handheld breath that never break
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everyone
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2011-11-26T23:11:48+00:00
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2011-11-26T23:11:48+00:00
| 1,345 |
Animal compare unlike thousand other. Differ to hare's compact hour,
Supported hold for fluttery matter. A shyly bring that's require alter.
Simply annoy by easily manner. Frustrated over exuberant mean,
Stricken straight her bicker bark. Firmly force to discipline track.
Bushy puff of whiten tail. Furry coat of smoothness milk,
Adorable appear to admit. With words saying aw and neat.
Yet beneath of fluffiest coat. Describe scheme and mischief boat,
Be care of caution approach. Decide to pet without being scorch.
The hare once long of scary past. A forgotten dream that sharpen last,
Once weaken by scurvy beast. Viscous demons that's ready to feast.
Death is obtain by pending scythe. Yet refuse to make a cruelty bite,
For angel's fury prolong the life. Of mercy soul of strengthen strife.
Deeply forever to savior's rescue. A thousand praise of memories thank you,
Blessed grate to construe curfew. Of persistent voluptuous overly venue .
Little hare hop to daily days. Count the counts of smothering kindness,
Upon vow and upon swear. Eternally assist to achieve fortunes divine.
--Repeated Stanza--
Animal compare to thousand unlike,
For fluttery matter of supported hold.
Manner eases except simple annoys,
Bicker barks to straightening strikes.
Bushy puffs of whiten tail,
Adorable is easily admit.
Yet beneath of kindly coat,
Be caution when approach.
The hare once held of scary past,
Once weaken by scurvy beast.
Obtain of death by pended scythe,
With angel's fury to prolong the life.
Deeply indebted to savior's rescue,
Construct grate of blessed curfew.
Little hare hop to your daily days,
Upon the vows and upon swear.
--
Compact hour of differ hare,
Require brings to shyly mare.
Little tense of exuberant sense.
Disciplinary track of firmly attack.
Furry coat of smoothness milk,
Gasping words of awed and neat.
Beneath lies of scheme and plots,
That petting have arms being pluck
Yet forgotten dream from sharpen last,
Viscous dog that come of making snack.
That maybe refuse to create cruelty bite.
Of a merciful soul with a strengthen strife.
Thousand praise of thanking words,
To persist of voluptuous venue.
Counting clocks by smothering kind,
To eternal assist the angel's bliss.
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incomplete
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everyone
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2011-11-07T20:24:42+00:00
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2011-11-07T20:24:42+00:00
| 1,482 |
Blooming petite that little success. Courses bloom without certain perfect,
Little child in search of purpose role. That's askew from talent and remaining toll.
However struggle defines a certain site. Defiance has brought impacted bright,
Reaching less of expected bond. Trailed behind her achievement run.
Amazement action that consumes to move. That deserve a medallion bronze,
Given shout to pointed fact. Willful to continue until next breezy breath.
Consider those that blinds of reason. Oblivious to shreds her common season,
Talent remains in appointed time. With the arts that seem divine.
Crafts of beauty of grace. Potential piece amounts complete,
Cripple apple, little fruit. Choices falls on settling yet different branch.
Shown of sprout to inner seed. Foresee of perils that remain unseen,
Dream explore the dawning wake. Learning truths that can't relate.
There say, path is form that's upon the mark. Yet where does the choice be of start,
In truth in time be waste of youth. How reigning prime be of no use.
Those remain last a choosing fleet. For blooming fruit that she's gonna beat,
Further dreams lies boundless whim. For her its seems all that's gonna be.
Reference to s01e12
--Separated Stanza--
Perfection requires a coursing bloom,
Askew of talent to remaining toll,
Impact brightness that defies has brought,
That trail behind her achievement run.
Medallion gold of deserving will,
Breezy breath that continues stain.
Common season from oblivious shred,
With deviant art of erotic drive.
Amounts complete to potential piece,
Choices falls on settling yet branch.
Remain unseen of perils foresaw,
Learning truths that can't relate.
Start of choice does destine goes,
Unused today's of prideful reign.
Blooming fruit that triumph world,
That needed acquire of tension track.
--
Little success of blooming petite,
Little child searches of purpose mean.
Certain define sites of struggle,
Expected less of reaching bond.
Consume to move of credits act,
Facts be point to given shout.
Reason of blinded consider,
Appoint remains of talent flower.
Grace of beautiful craft,
Cripple apple, little fruit.
Inner seed been shown to sprout,
Of wakeful dawn of dreams explore.
There say, path is form that's display on mark,
In truth in time be waste of youth.
Those remain that choose a fleet,
Shall lie boundless whim to further dream.
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everyone
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2011-11-17T05:31:10+00:00
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2011-11-17T05:31:10+00:00
| 1,467 |
Sweet stage hold the bell. Theater rings for immensely tell,
Sweeten pipes hearing twice. Vocal heart which soothing vice.
Softly gentle of crowding gather. Attention brew without a falter,
Sweetly singing her godly credit. With popular demands of divine edit.
Amongst crusade that follow soul. Company strange of thriving role,
Question finds until remain to seek. With imminent dangers of hidden keep.
Little child persist of purpose goal. With struggling hold to mindful march,
Difficult lessen with steadied part. Passive strength that lurks within.
Talent voice be her strongly mission. To hear her lovely obsession,
Lungs explode of wholly burst. That ears speared to melting point.
Refuse comply to destiny goal. Unsure maybe her silent submit
Plenty more to search of lesser find. Skills don't mind until sending time.
Unknown trail that be her curse. Unknown guess of orderly hurt,
Rightly path is dare right there. Imminent crest of hidden best.
Though blind of relay; yet truths reveal. Potential stage of promoting crate,
With bit of coin be of flip. Her honest path shall blow the roof.
--Other stanzas--
Sweet bell hold the stage,
Sweet sound to hear those pipes,
Sweet crowd gather the next,
Sweetly singing the night.
A crusading soul amongst before,
Question will find you,
Struggle the little persist,
It's difficult shall lessen.
Talent be of her sweeten voice,
Wholly lungs of exploding tone.
Refuse that she maybe,
Still plenty more to search.
Continue this of unknown trail,
Even though the paths right there.
One day truth shall likely be known,
With roofs shall turn a flip
.
Edit: Done and done
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2012-07-08T17:48:10+00:00
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2012-07-08T17:48:10+00:00
| 2,363 |
--So I really make this hard for making this one flow. Discord would be an excellent poet and the letters being send to the Princess, hints how she was well aware of Discord's release.
To Princess Celestia,
Your immensely player arrives to clear the stage,
My ideas alone shall conquer whatever remain.
I sense a calming brewing of gaze and sight,
With justly touch shall chaos will turn to tights.
Prisoner I was upon my frilly fun
Two siblings arrive that quickly end my run.
Stone I become on my actions commit,
Unbearable to hold until moments beat. WAKKA-WAKKA-WING!
Cage no longer for freedom come to sought,
Greatly thanks to three little souls that squabble and pout.
I came, I saw and mere too far just for settling rule and score.
Prepare to all and Princess still that Discord has brought some chord. HA-HA-HA
PS don't deny our forgotten duel,
Jewels you place seems a little tool.
Take heart of message be ripped of cease.
When stolen the precious keys to downy risk
Truly yours, with love,
Discord
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everyone
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2011-11-17T05:30:20+00:00
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2011-11-17T05:30:20+00:00
| 1,843 |
Royal birth from blood of pure. A destiny wish for system wealth,
Benedict ascension from higher staff. Being divine and praise of genuine grace.
Descendant fate to ascend of throne. Opportune to seizing his righteous bounds,
Except all lives has trend and foiled. With attitude reverses upon wicked glances.
Obtain the will of qualities grace. The fortune smiles had lessen with disgrace,
Sadness of blindness sight had block within. To transform potential crisped.
Now bear witness the spoiling prince. Who gasps his breath of his beauty,
That sickens your hopeful thoughts. Being stolen of horrible conclusion.
Unfitted of reason to selfish condition. His eyes gaze upon his own reflection,
Unfitted of chance by wicked gladness. His words tremble with deceitful promise.
The burden shallows of ignorance content. Unable to shake those pesky trouble,
Truth be covered until his moment lasting days. Yet hopeful remains to enlighten age.
Is there chance for rotten prince? Is there prepare for the coming bliss?
A chance that maybe or unlikely success. A likely way to start the test.
Maybe time be forgiven to those that wait. Fail to exceed his charm,
Maybe time isn't ready that expect. Failure to those that grappled.
--Repeated Stanza--
System of wealth for the destiny of wish,
By genuine grace of divine and praise.
Righteous bound of opportune grasp,
Upon glance of wicked reverse.
Disgrace lessens the fortune smile,
Potential crisped of prideful change.
Breath of beauty who gasps in praise,
A horrible conclusion from a stolen age.
Own reflection gaze upon his sight,
Deceitful promise of words tremble.
Pesky trouble that can't be shake,
To enlighten of hopeful remain.
Is there done to fix of coming bliss?
To start the test be a likely path.
His charms exceeds of failure fools,
That grapples exceeds of failure stools.
--
Blood of pure of royal birth,
Ascension benefits from higher court.
Ascend of throne of descendants fate,
That trends and foiled that all lives expect.
Qualities grace of obtaining will,
Block within that blinds his sight.
Spoiled prince to bear glimpse,
Hopeful thoughts sicks in mist.
Selfish condition unfit for reason,
Wicked gladness unfit of chance.
Ignorant content burdens the shallow stream,
For moment lasting days that covered the truth.
Is there chance for rotten prince?
Unlikely success or maybe chance.
Waiting to those can be forgiven,
Expecting those that isn't provision.
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everyone
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2011-11-15T03:42:53+00:00
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2011-11-15T03:42:53+00:00
| 1,279 |
Crusade third to completed trio.
A younger booth to render,
Beaming race beneath her roller blade,
Downing skates upon descent scoot.
Focus on ground rather sky of breeze,
Only excel of skills with her hoofs in drift.
Goodly dance and incredible ring,
Rather to sing with audition brings.
Admire friend as idolized reign,
Sadness tears that can't be train.
Evident despair of given truth,
Surrender the claim of another route.
Though pain and shed to every step,
Newly vision search a descending breath.
Solution have option for extreme event,
To her dream of reaching stars with rocket pack.
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incomplete
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<p>Goal: Complete every character, and add something else.</p><p>Please give a like, submit comments and share this to your friends. :)</p>
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everyone
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2011-11-17T05:29:22+00:00
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2011-11-17T05:29:22+00:00
| 1,664 |
Demeanor calm of strengthen mind. Heart and Soul that syncs throughout time,
Consisted tones of attending need. With daily test that can be achieved.
A responsible folk whose help uphold. Upon one simple confirming phrase,
An answer that belong that's easy to remember. With certain love to word Euyap.
Prime lifts that include to gradually stead. Heavily burdens of weighting scale,
His surround are color with enlighten mind. Though words are often miss.
A created pastry of little meal. Simple delicate that art is inspired
A coursing special is not his point. But certain skill of his try.
Inner charm of expressing silent. A valuable control to imminent phase,
Defining example to complex command. A follow of his credible stand.
Prepared always from dawn to dusk. A eager live of applauding ovation,
Slumber late upon shield his love. The size be the defense of fragile folk.
--Separated Stanza--
Strengthen mind of calm demean,
Attended mean of caution tone.
Whose assist of bearing folk,
Simple care of answer belong.
Gradual stead of priming lift,
Enlighten color of surrounded mist.
Little scrumptious of created pastry,
Pointing course of specialty homes.
Imminent silence of inner charm,
Command complex of example define.
Dawn and dusk of preparing scout,
Shielded the love that slumbered place.
--
Shrouded time that sync of soul,
Achiever by his daily test.
Confirming word that all will love,
The word Euyap is simple cause.
Weighing scale of burden shoulder
Often miss through words can't press.
Culinary art of inspire dessert,
A certain skill of little attempt.
Imminent phase of holding firm,
Credible stand that follow.
Applauded ovation of eager life,
Fragile folk that's needed defender.
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incomplete
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everyone
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2011-11-19T11:22:43+00:00
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2011-11-19T11:22:43+00:00
| 1,637 |
Loopy eyes of blended sight. Derpy bends with sensing might,
Styling glimpse that differs of all. Strangely enough that's to behold.
Perplex form that jumps to trend. Of worth utmost to harming thread,
Seeking end when yielded blight. Standing tall against hording bright.
Ascend wings of confusing grey. Jumping blitz of blinded bliss,
Uphold her prize of dearly care. Defended trove above her head.
Flying swift in zig-zagging mix. Avoidance clear of certain mistake,
Holding breath against fragile prey. Praying keep to muffin friend.
Best not spoke of more than twice. With words that means of little advice,
Random phrase of baffle price. That seems go against the thrice.
Opposite counter of neither of both. Head spinning like a bloke,
Listen and hear this sounding once. That means of quite boast
Exceeded define that always repeat. Many times that one must beat,
Beneath within the outer klutz. To emerge the meet of certain trust.
May say truth about her strange. A rarely gift that "people" behest,
Beauty and...smarts are seem divine. Of a certain that can't abide.
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incomplete
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everyone
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2011-11-22T06:13:49+00:00
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2011-11-22T06:13:49+00:00
| 1,144 |
Elites turn to mortal scene. Of treacherous trail of scathing wing,
Wonderful change how they've seam. With feathers hail to overly bring.
Moments tales of truthful tested dream. That acquire a certain demean,
Fewer chosen to make outstanding pact. Remainder far of a selective pack.
Ascend the skies you blasted bettered bolt! Assail afar as wide as tracing jolt,
Trail the whisper of lies that skewed. With hopes to deliver a widely should.
Azure and buttery of suits present. Thinner and stretchy with goggles sort,
Symbol ideas of simple first step. Taken upon the advent of quicken prep
Entire list of potential role. That stand of flew of credible bold,
Yet one beside the recruited gather. Whose ready for lucky matcher.
Colorful that dash without of warn. With stronger prepare for meeting warm,
Unable declare of spending moment. For time seems a audacious comet.
Elites between the land and weather. Choose that sacred of boundless better,
Assure that teams are barely voice. Already knew that's their common choice.
How title may assume of arousing crowd. When repute means of nothing vow,
Endless road of ripen legend. That planted deep of rooting obsession.
Link: Other Poem
--Separated Stanza--
Mortal scenes for elites to turn,
How they've seam the wonder change.
Tested dream of momentous tale,
Of making a fewer pack.
Blasted better you flying bolt!
Skew of trail of whispered lies.
Presented suit of azure and butter,
That symbols of firstly step.
Land and weather elites become,
The team of barely voice.
Title assume of rousing crowd,
With ripen legend of endless bound.
--
Scathing wing of treacherous trail,
Overly hail of feathery brought.
Certain demean of acquire be,
Far less for selective pack.
Trace the jolt of assail afar,
To deliver the hope of widely should.
Goggles sort with thinner and stretch,
Of quickly prep of advent take.
Flew endure such incredible bold,
The matcher of luckily meet.
Strongly prepare of idol warm,
Like an audacious comet heat.
Better sacred of boundless choose,
Understand their common choice.
Reputed means of stronger vow,
With obsessive plant of deep.
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incomplete
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everyone
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2011-11-24T19:49:25+00:00
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2011-11-24T19:49:25+00:00
| 1,526 |
Equal Pie
Greatly ascend to upper bright. Deliver heights without content,
Leadership soars of all to amaze. With him beside the trusted blaze.
Hitherto spreads of wings descent. To scent the love for favorite snack,
Equal pie is root of mass and vibes. That belongs to him than otherwise.
--Separated Stanza--
Founding ascension for lovely bright,
Soaring leadership for all its might.
Wings descent of discussed wing,
Of equal pie of roots and bring.
--
Brought in height without disturb or cause,
The trusted blaze that beside his run.
Scented the love of scrumptious saw,
That pie belongs to him than any throng.
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incomplete
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everyone
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2011-12-10T15:42:33+00:00
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2011-12-10T15:42:33+00:00
| 1,609 |
Flaming heat of scorching scene. With different means of colorful mane,
Winds spatted and breezing heave. Of perilous breeze that remains a dream.
Unlimited air of boundless sky. A glimpse of hinted comet reddish glow.
Spitting ablaze of fiery blow. Of spiraling down to pretentious foe.
--Separated Poem--
A flame of heat between scorched scene,
Of winds departure to breezy heave.
Boundless sky of thousands air,
Of fiery spitting blazed.
--
Different mean of a colored mane,
Peril storm amidst the dream.
Glimpse of red of hinted comet glow,
With spiral down to unending foe.
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incomplete
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everyone
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2012-01-28T07:38:11+00:00
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2012-01-28T07:38:11+00:00
| 919 |
Usual work behind the endless serve. Bound to appease the likely guest,
Their rarely charm and excellent hoofs. Will reveal the famous magician's booth.
The fabulous twins that never miss to please. Certain hold awaits their heedful call,
Chloe and Lotus, forever abound. Finding and creating ways to solve the proud.
Accented deep their duo's weapon. Submitting the customers in fallen admission,
Distance praising beyond from home. Have certain ways to appease their calm. (If you know what I mean?)
Healing the rage and healing the storm. Their magic touch should lessen of all,
The role is their foundation, their simple game. To roll the dice wherever beckon.
--Separated Stanza--
Usual work behind their endless drive,
Rarely charm and stunning hooves.
Fabulous twins that never miss,
Their utmost attacking bliss.
Accent deep to customers fall,
Certain ways to appease their time.
Healing rage from magician's touch,
The role is foundation, to dice gaming beckon.
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incomplete
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everyone
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2012-01-31T00:42:01+00:00
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2012-01-31T00:42:01+00:00
| 969 |
The blacken elites beyond the cast. An illusion of chance that soon to last,
Shadows form from inner heart. Her blacken soul presents her farce.
Chance to believe their common exist. An opposite side of different mix,
Challenge between legends amongst the two. A feud between shadows at due.
Compare such skills beyond such match. Two sides tested and duel their batch,
Actions perform before variant springs. None dares to hope against their dream.
Sadly known to fault and blame. The truth and real shows its day,
As sun comes up and night sets down. Blackness vanishes without a sound.
--Separated Stanza--
Illusion elites last to bare,
Born from darkness from the mare.
Opposite between their common belief,
Dares to match against the blitz.
Skills matches the double gang,
Dreams above the variant track.
Sad the truth the fault today.
Before they vanish before the rays.
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everyone
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2012-02-01T04:48:50+00:00
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2012-02-01T04:48:50+00:00
| 1,017 |
Writing soul create from simple words,
No doubt of respect of grander heart.
Cannot deny and cannot betray,
Against Lauren's awesome parade.
So here I cite this her claim,
Of the world that quickly change.
Imagined minds from global signs,
My gift for her is my simple rhymes.
--
The Lady Writers
Truly denies the working piece,
Of pasting shows that can't be miss.
Forms differ from fathomed plot,
With moral that leaves a honored taught.
Shows a burden from horrid past,
Arisen anew of gifted last.
Writers and arts of tired tries,
She leads the stage with divining vibe.
Princess of writers shall lead the light,
Telling tales with revising might.
Belief at first such foolish boon,
Shall conquer all with exploding boom.
Fans has sprout from corners black,
With reviews that tells a daunting pack.
The name shall fame forever more,
Fortune smiles upon the score.
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incomplete
| 22 | 3 |
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everyone
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2012-04-30T22:13:28+00:00
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2012-04-30T22:13:28+00:00
| 958 |
The heart of queen, the lover of make,
The kindly soul is at mortal stake.
Caught and seize by darken change,
Trap and left in crystal stage.
Her world was bleak, bleaker than meet,
Her event be ruin by foolish steep.
Her shining love, was trap and bound,
Her life be chained and utmost a sound.
Laying in wait, hopelessly too late,
A crumbling stone reveal a shining rate.
Emerge a hero with heart been torn,
Only then show, her trademark scorn.
At last it come, at last she reach,
She see her love was in constant heap.
Through brave and care she broke the spell,
Returning the life who all that dwell.
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incomplete
| 22 | 3 |
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everyone
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2012-04-30T22:25:13+00:00
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2012-04-30T22:25:13+00:00
| 1,047 |
The shining example where armour is thick,
Its golden shield is hard to pierce.
With wave of flow the ground shall shake,
With energy deplete by constant break.
Invincible he is and emotionally attach,
There's but one weakness in lover's catch.
The fouling change that blinds his thought,
That covered his eyes with darken torch.
Frozen by green with wicked cast,
Time been stop from certain task.
Title reputes as potent and guard,
His magic sustains the systems hoof.
Eternal be prison with losing world,
A lighten spark that springs his void.
In sight and vise the horrors be sought,
He rises tall to combine the lot.
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everyone
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2012-04-30T22:50:28+00:00
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2012-04-30T22:50:28+00:00
| 1,048 |
The Queen of Covers
The deception to war, the massing build,
Inside control with easing click.
How simple to breach the plenty hard,
With guise and form the simple large.
The Queen of cover, the bringer of tricks,
Her will is shape from building traits.
Here she stood the roof of foes,
With wicked plans to deal the woes.
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incomplete
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everyone
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2012-05-03T00:57:15+00:00
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2012-05-03T00:57:15+00:00
| 1,504 |
The Changeling's Number
Twist and form they shift with will,
Changes create a falsely still.
Countless design by single thought,
They enter the scene without being caught.
Nasty creatures they foul the place,
Hopeful to send the delivering fate.
Ugly bugs varied from beastly form,
Horrid version of grander strong.
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incomplete
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everyone
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2012-07-08T20:14:49+00:00
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2012-07-08T20:14:49+00:00
| 1,051 |
--Reference to s02e04
Song
Nightmare Night
Nightmare night, nightmare rake,
Here's the trick to compensate.
Follow round to shallow make,
And feel and hear the shouting fate.
To glimpse above the darken light,
To see the storming wraith tonight.
To down below the shrouded fool,
To sight upon the goddess moon.
There we hide against her will,
To stare upon the darken sill.
To hear upon her loudly tune,
That sound of a scary boom.
Yet all awhile we mistook her glance,
We thought her be a dreadful act.
Through time and care we glad to pack,
To cover in a bloody path (or, to share and love her kindly pact)
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incomplete
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everyone
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2012-07-08T19:40:29+00:00
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2012-07-08T19:40:29+00:00
| 913 |
Phoenix Mischief
Cunning wings that's small to sneak,
Avian flames of a feathery peak.
Legend of fire and healer of wounds,
That reduces to ash of highly noon.
Coughing act that pretends to ill,
One worries to remain of still.
Madly dash from storming lane,
To avoid the terror of purple mane.
Enough to joy of goodly chase
She escapes with scurry base.
Conclusion were final of avian's fall,
To then reveal a gorgeous stall.
======
There was a mare whose flutter and shy,
Her name was exact, her name was Fluttershy.
Late for her visit to meet the princess of sun
Had her eyes quickly glance of a sickly run.
An avian dangled its little cage, all sickly and down,
It coughed and sneezed, losing feathers around.
She saw the avian's state and tried to curate,
So she stole the bird with all out pace.
Back from her home she tried to heal,
But whatever chance seemed had no deal.
Started to weary with great contempt,
It now only worsened, with another attempt
Out from her home laid a startle,
Twilight was her name that ends with Sparkle,
A glimpse she spot, her terror tuned
Now she joined the attempt to fix the avian's hued.
No time to spare, no time to slow,
Twilight paced with forceful show.
The avian shrivel with greatly fear,
Now it escaped, the chasing has begin!
The chase was on with no time to spare,
The chase had gotten further into a hectic dare.
At last they cornered the avian's escape,
But it was too late, it had disintegrate
The Princess showed with shock and discontent,
The two ponies were caught with red-handed slate.
She was sad, she slowly despair,
But she was only joking with avian's ascension.
Cunning wings that's small to sneak,
Avian flames of a feathery peak.
Legend of fire and healer of wounds,
That reduces to ash of highly noon.
The two were surprised to saw such sight,
She saw the avian to be a Phoenix alright.
Philemina was her name, mischievous and free,
She was sorry and sends a gift of thee.
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everyone
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2012-07-09T20:22:04+00:00
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2012-07-09T20:22:04+00:00
| 1,006 |
Strange Universe
From time and space be divide of peril,
The doctor arrives with a premonition.
A fighter that matches of dangers alone,
That place the ponies of greater unknown.
A hinted trace of compelling result,
Of intriguing discover to plenty folk.
Different landing of strangers to cope,
With end of balanced hoof.
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incomplete
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everyone
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2012-07-10T19:57:21+00:00
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2012-07-10T19:57:21+00:00
| 968 |
Stung Attune
Cello vibes with passion heart,
Of skillful soul that unleash her part.
Sounding echoes of smoothly touch,
With wave of colours that seems a bunch
The pageful cast from time and space,
A lasting piece from a divine assist.
Owner tunes of template chords,
Of captain's symphonic score.
Dreammaker: The maker shall construct, the vibe shall be attune
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2012-07-12T06:50:18+00:00
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2012-07-12T06:50:18+00:00
| 942 |
Disco Jokey
The beat express of heart's content,
Her music vibes of disk excess,
Collective mix of gathered song,
Of a created dance to its forming throng.
Wild and center of factored tech
Of soulful colors with thousand spec.
An invention that rhythms of method traverse,
With wrapping end of a lively converse.
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2012-07-15T01:07:34+00:00
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2012-07-15T01:07:34+00:00
| 827 |
Snip's and Tail's and Duo Tales
Snip's and Snail's are combo duo,
Each has strength and flaw
And none regrets their decision.
Their lives are free and solid,
Each have ups and down
Snip's and Snail's are combo duo.
Like peanut and jam,
They always have problems in the end
And none regrets their decision.
When they are impress by her work,
And Trixie needs the greatest help
Snip's and Snail's are combo duo
But to prove her the best,
They venture to wake the threat.
And none regrets their decision.
To know the fraud and gloat,
They stood without a remote
Snip's and Snail's are combo duo
When chaos brew they sought,
Then order ties the knot.
Snip's and Snail's are combo duo,
And none regrets their decision.
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2012-12-13T07:50:38+00:00
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2012-12-13T07:50:38+00:00
| 1,028 |
How I lost I'll never know
Song
How I lost to them I never know,
The lucky small mare of six
But its better to let them go
I was close and ready to show,
My plan was great and sound
How I lost to them I never know
Though it was fun and gone,
I wish for a second run
But its better to let them go
Almost I did and succeed,
I have them in my ring
How I lost to them I never know.
Though it was a certain blast,
Time came to quick to last
But its better to let them go.
I miss the battle and challenges boost,
But we all have to move the roost.
How I lost to them I never know,
But its better to let them go.
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| 22 | 3 |
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2012-08-13T06:54:21+00:00
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2012-08-13T06:54:21+00:00
| 1,078 |
Nightly love be sever, be credit to light,
Its dawning edge were seal, be forgotten blight
Where fire lit from skies of dark,
Of wonder displays of constant spark.
How it flickers to create, how it glitters to act,
Your star was born on evening track
How I wonder what's your face, oh lovely star
Only now I see, that your distant afar.
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2012-08-14T20:03:08+00:00
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2012-08-14T20:03:08+00:00
| 1,014 |
Trixie's Inner Wrath
To follow one's heart is accursed path,
How I envy the souls with no inner wrath.
My piece was torn, disconnect and blow,
Oh how I miss my wondrous show.
Before I lay my soul's to keep,
May the weather shine of better sleep.
My touch, my love, my greater joy,
To wish and meet again my timely enjoy.
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| 22 | 3 |
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2012-08-13T23:49:31+00:00
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2012-08-13T23:49:31+00:00
| 1,250 |
Celestia's Sudden Curse
Where war was sundered and burst,
Her world came an abrupt curse.
To will is to burden, of many more,
May she find peace in great galore.
Cities may ruin, life turned bleak,
But hope flickers to succeeded antique.
Form to born, death to ascend,
Her war not just over, until her life's amend
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2012-08-14T01:58:15+00:00
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2012-08-14T01:58:15+00:00
| 1,075 |
Queen Chrysalis's Restart
Body shall fade, but slowly return,
To ground they shall be, to lively pattern.
However there's one, that's steady, one still intact,
With the souls of many who leads strength at last.
Now we wait, to meet the born,
To follow the steps to turning unworn.
May life be grew, may end await,
For history repeat its newly fate.
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2012-08-14T02:13:11+00:00
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2012-08-14T02:13:11+00:00
| 960 |
Octavia's Symphony
Windy breeze be frozen waste,
Her string sound of heavens taste.
Godly tune from sudden cause,
Be a given gift, for likely applause.
How nature be grey they seemed before,
But maybe all but common core.
For we sat and hear, its cello's dance,
To bear and dream, the symphonies trance.
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2012-08-14T04:10:07+00:00
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2012-08-14T04:10:07+00:00
| 804 |
DJ's Healing Properties
This song has beaten my heart,
Oh I say, what further it's not,
The tender sooth, to which I submit,
Is forever remember as symphonies beat.
How it sound, scurry and bound,
Its how I live with hearts expound.
I shed my tear, with blood of chill,
Applaud your work of thousands thrill.
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2012-08-15T00:44:43+00:00
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2012-08-15T00:44:43+00:00
| 1,022 |
Our path be many, be chosen to pick,
But rarely a chance to be the prick.
Yet what we do to change such force,
To become a hero from random course.
Mare Do Well her name she was,
Of inspire legend from the watch.
Created lore her figure appeared,
Marking time of greatly cheered.
There was one who dared to grace,
A rainbow mare who stood to face.
Envy green of missing game,
To challenge and against her fame.
But what she did not suspect,
That the hero had multiple select.
Mare Do Well be myth, be created cast,
But her name shown a chilling last.
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2012-08-15T06:10:46+00:00
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2012-08-15T06:10:46+00:00
| 999 |
Rhyming Stripes
Striped of black and white, her gold is always worn
she Travelled of an ample world, for life
How dangers loomed, how overcame, forlorn
How does Zecora blossom in her strife?
Crystal gaze of turquoise, glowing of fire,
To Dream and learn of the edges acquire
Her will, her form, her voice, is her empire
Where rhyme has soul, passion, meaning desire
Passed from her blood to bleak, nature took beat,
Yellow its sands they were, for terror’s toll,
Lifeless darkness collapsed, sustained conceit,
Where she found rhyme, down the trails for a stroll.
Wondered at ends of grace, her follies wake,
Impressed, she made a home in little town
Struggle of cold result, where doors forsake,
Where one bravely avvowed to end her frown
Is her coat Black on white or white on black?
Zecora is the one whose rhymes won’t crack.
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2012-08-18T19:58:34+00:00
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2012-08-18T19:58:34+00:00
| 859 |
Spike's Memoir's of Heart
To shift in time from wondrous breeze,
To reach ascend of lovely ease.
To sought to chance from silent crime,
To meet her for one last time.
For soothe, your charming glare,
For beauty has shown, without compare.
With one wish be written, to my appointed bleak,
With one final meet to your constant unique.
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2012-08-18T21:56:09+00:00
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2012-08-18T21:56:09+00:00
| 1,010 |
Twilight's Hope
How so young be thrill with life,
Of constant wonders of simple delight.
The way to art of learning thrive,
That teaches without the sudden derive.
The art of study, the art to enlight,
The way to be of credit's recite.
The trove of life, from simple phrase,
That begins with first step to be amaze.
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2012-10-21T18:04:39+00:00
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2012-10-21T18:04:39+00:00
| 919 |
My Little Dashie - My Gift To You
We live our life, from black and white,
Yet we understand a little of course insight.
Where one man wander, from routinely chore,
To spot a tiny box, lingering to what's in store.
From his glance, a flicker of mind then snap,
His thoughts were racing, wrapping to fully grasp.
What he saw would tremble, crumble beneath his core,
To fully comprehend a tiny mare, multicolor galore.
Ideas were racing, seeking logic to explain,
But what he saw was reality, which simply abstain.
There was no accident, no solution to answer,
When he took the little mare as his daughter.
From time and place, the two would elevate,
Their bond went deep, deeper to compensate.
Where one man smile, the other spat with glee,
The two were inseparable, neither would dare to flee.
Yet, when questions were ask, the other simply fear,
For when fiction and fact collide, it turns a blacken smear.
So the man choose to hide, a white lie be cast,
But time always arrive to meet its schedule at last.
From above, the mare would spread her flight,
Into the air and above at the starry night.
The man smile, hugging her little mare,
His heart then leap when he hear her care.
Her words have meaning, it shook his soul,
To her, the word 'dad' was the gifting role.
The man express such delight, never would dream,
That My Little Dashie would be the starry stream.
So Chronos geared its course,
When the mare had grown in such a force.
The man smiled, his heart became as light,
But when he saw her tears, it turned into a blight.
The mare shouted her rays that sting his heart,
She discover the truth from lasting to start.
Words cannot comfort, or express with calm,
Her wings snapped open and leaves with a storm.
The man bent in shame, lost in life,
His one true purpose had dash like a knife.
He refuse to give up and yet blamed himself,
For his selfish reason to keep her truer self.
Now the man was at point to break,
His heart would shatter at such shake.
Tears were flow beneath the heavy rain,
Starting to feel the sadness, the father's pain.
As time and clock begins its pace,
It seemed his hope would end in grimly fate.
How story goes where crossroads were made,
Where he quickly spot the mare and hug tightly it weighed.
The mare cried, the man did the same,
The two were together once more, but will it ever be acclaim.
For years were drifted, moving beyond of greater parade,
For a knock came from the door, a sound which he's afraid.
To his eyes be wide and shock,
His mind went blank like a rock.
There he spot a purple mare that idle,
That present her name as 'Twilight Sparkle'.
The pain rose, his heart knew the time was right,
To saw her friend to take his daughter's delight.
The man knew, hoping it would never come,
But when the princess arrived, it had to be done.
The man and the mare, bond from beginning to next,
Their tale had come to close its debt.
With final shed he said his goodbyes,
As My Little Dashie faded, vanish like fireflies.
My Little Dashie, my gift to you,
Was that I wish to meet your colored hue.
My love, my daughter, my time of my life,
Now you are free, from the world of constant strife.
Note: An offering, to the story and the writer.
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2012-09-11T17:58:49+00:00
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2012-09-11T17:58:49+00:00
| 922 |
Discord's Final Chance
By Scarlet Reign
You hear divine of dark and tragedy,
You hear the course of abysmal sturdy.
You hear such command be cast and forgot,
You hear the orders that which it were not.
To feel alive once more from darker place,
When I expand and be of relate.
Alas, my chance were fade, between of time,
With world's advancing throughout its prime.
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2012-09-12T17:27:05+00:00
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2012-09-12T17:27:05+00:00
| 827 |
The Rain
By Scarlet Reign
Water drops beyond her face,
As it touch with cold embrace.
How the sky grew dark, darker than night,
How it profusely shed and give her a fright.
She saw above but tears of dread,
Of a mother's weep as it spread.
She felt her pain as it splash her heart
She felt completely from the very start.
As water seeps through her skin,
That stain her mane and from within.
Lost beneath from shroud of doubt,
Of despair and regretful bout.
To done the deed that must be cast,
To send such danger so widely vast.
Her action demands what little be done,
To end her sister's reign and fun.
The storm it blew with gusty breeze,
That send a loud but silent sneeze.
Heart as frost and quiver mourn,
That cannot compare the hundred scorn.
Her action demands what she must do,
She no longer deny on what is true.
To hidden from sight her sibling's exist,
To erase her from horror's consist.
The water drains from stormy mist,
To clear away a plotting twist.
The night was shown with stars align,
That's left a cheery and lovely design.
Smile content her sister's work,
That couldn't help but give a smirk.
Her eyes went water with tears of light,
To see her sister above from final sight.
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2012-09-16T16:31:25+00:00
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2012-09-16T16:31:25+00:00
| 879 |
Luna's Star Afar
By Scarlet Reign
Nightly love be sever, be credit to light,
Its dawning edge were seal, be forgotten blight
Where fire lit from skies of dark,
Of wonder displays of constant spark.
How it flickers to create, how it glitters to act,
Your star was born on evening track
How I wonder what's your face, oh lovely star
Only now I see, that your distant afar.
And yet I do not know that I would see,
That glimmer beyond, your constant lively glee.
How I will miss, you charming style,
That keep me strength for lastly while.
Oh how I shed, my tears with delight,
That you shine deep, deeper than the light.
Afar you've become, beyond the cosmos ring,
That I wish to meet your constant bring.
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2012-09-16T16:52:12+00:00
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2012-09-16T16:52:12+00:00
| 880 |
Love Is In Bloom
By Scarlet Reign
To sing our hearts, be straight and through,
Of boundless content and its virtue.
Say farewell to fright, of horrors creed,
To bring out us all, your wondrous breeze.
Bound we are in chain of fear,
We broke our cage from its drear.
Hope shall flicker and shine its way,
That reigns alot with heartfelt array.
Sing along now and unleash us all,
To bring out the light to stand us tall
Challenge the blight and all its dark,
To dare against the fall with a single spark.
It's time to sing, time to along
To bring us standing that we belong.
Stood strong, head fast, and succeeded proud,
That we could face the deception's shroud.
((I feel like this one is the best I did. Works well with the rapping, if I say so myself.))
((Song, a suggestion))
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2012-09-17T18:18:56+00:00
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2012-09-17T18:18:56+00:00
| 866 |
The Short Tale of Scootaloo
By Scarlet Reign
Through the tale I say and run,
There's one filly whose lay in the sun.
Her orange color coat, wrap with cerise,
Is a mare that I truly respect without despite.
Yet enough to say, on which I know,
Is that I'm about to tell on which I show.
The short story that consist of Scootaloo,
Which would be grand as priceless doubloon.
To begin my tale, there is a start,
But when there is a scene there's a tragic part.
How we know her past is shrouded with mist,
That describe all too well, in the coming abyss.
My version of words, a truth to relate,
Is that its not all fun to which I debate.
The orange filly had witness, a disastrous event,
Starting her parents with a deadly roulette.
A long ago there was filly, who didn't care,
Pouncing with a glee that everypony would glare.
Warmly love by compassionate folk,
Would find an abrupt end from unlikely poke.
An accident occur from a terrible crash,
When it collided them in a sudden flash,
The filly survive the horror, the event of wake,
But her parents couldn't open, it was far too late.
Tears run rampant behind her orange face,
Calling out to them that she wanted to erase.
How much she cried or spark with fright,
There was nothing she could do against such sight.
Lost and blind by the sadness it shroud,
It bitterly ate her up, not making a sound.
The love of her life, her complete and entire set,
Would finally crumble beneath her step.
Bitterly alone from the widely world,
Constantly hurdling her it whirled.
Now she endures into a horrid place,
Where she work so hard to retrace.
Fighting bit of what she can chew,
It's all that she can really do.
Yet when wither despair and nearly gone,
A newly spark came under the sun.
A filly appeared in her timely life,
Calling herself Sweetie Belle, during her strife.
Quickly mold their friendships were form,
That forever in time to keep her safe and warm.
Another filly emerge that Scoots did not expect,
A filly name Applebloom that she'd detect.
Loyal in the end the three became,
Calling themselves now, their cutie nickname.
((Respect for the story: The Many Secret Origins of Scootaloo
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2012-10-03T18:34:36+00:00
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2012-10-03T18:34:36+00:00
| 974 |
The Windigos
By Scarlet Reign
Icy glare it's petals dance,
Its deadly touch would leave a trance.
Its firmness softness, its spiky thorn,
Would send a chilling, relentless mourn.
Oh how I feel, the touch of grace,
To emerge myself, from inner place.
Where I cannot move, I froze with fear,
To found myself standing, upon the sphere.
(Note: So yeah, I haven't notice anyone has been given credit to the Windigos on the episode: Hearth's Warming Eve. So, here it is, not much to tell, but I must give my tribute to them at least. XD
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Applejack,Granny Smith,King Sombra,Other,Twilight Sparkle,Comedy,Random,Tragedy,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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The Poetic Chapters of MLP (Reference)
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Poetic story and chapter to a grander show
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incomplete
| 22 | 3 |
<p>Goal: Complete every character, and add something else.</p><p>Please give a like, submit comments and share this to your friends. :)</p>
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everyone
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2012-10-20T18:49:49+00:00
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2012-10-20T18:49:49+00:00
| 1,108 |
Sister's Disgrace:
As she gazed above the wretched light,
She was troubled by the lost of her sister's sight.
Taken away by deed and order, she relished her decision,
To see her sister once more through such pain and action.
Succumbed from within, by the darkness take,
She must stay up and eternally awake.
Wondered by chance if the role was change,
To save her sister from the darken mange.
Started aware of her sister's disease,
Attempted of all, but were decease.
Ended the reign of siblings role,
Where war was a start and a blossom goal.
Ended the state through destruction toll,
That hardened her heart and her very soul.
Facing the threat through immortal past,
To ridicule and bury the scorching wrath.
A millennium has rolled and left a mark,
To rot and stained her very spark.
A thousand times and winters call,
That she hear her voice of raging thrall.
Unbearable her soul to take such heed,
Her mind was steady, but losing the lead.
For soon the guilt shall build her heart,
Into a coldly stain of regretting start.
There was no mercy that left to give,
For she cannot stand herself to forgive.
Through such pain, of dark and doubt,
There was one hope that filled her out.
Everyday, every year and every strife,
One special soul that bear such life.
Memories were attuned, with a warmly vibe,
Of symbols bond that kept abide.
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Experimenteer
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1515
| 63 |
Applejack,Granny Smith,King Sombra,Other,Twilight Sparkle,Comedy,Random,Tragedy,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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The Poetic Chapters of MLP (Reference)
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Poetic story and chapter to a grander show
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incomplete
| 22 | 3 |
<p>Goal: Complete every character, and add something else.</p><p>Please give a like, submit comments and share this to your friends. :)</p>
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everyone
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2012-10-23T03:41:45+00:00
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2012-10-23T03:41:45+00:00
| 839 |
The Nightmare Blitz
Darken skies were blue and grey,
With stars be dim and fay.
The nightly steed shall rose from sight,
To hailing moon and darken night.
Horizon speaks of silent ways,
To cease it all the sunny days.
For nightmare bound and up at last,
To tell the tale of much so vast.
Gazed the skies of diamond moon,
For nightmare comes, with such a boon.
There the days of sunlight bright,
Shall blocked away into eternal night.
Time had come to seize such chance,
To make a spell that left a trance,
Its reign of dawn was set and gone,
For the starry moon to ruling drawn.
Where night shall meet.
The time has come to defy their will,
Emerge the rose of blacken due.
Hours have gone and thousands last,
To challenge the light with darkly blast.
Nothing shall stood or chance my way,
For I long since I enjoy to pray.
Now their days was slowly grim,
For the night shall stood with firmly scheme.
To challenge all that oppose such night,
To return the years of beauties light.
Tired to relent of my wondered sky,
For I show these fools the jewel eye.
Soon my choice was ever right,
To all to forgive my wretched blight
Now I'll sleep in a peaceful reign,
To succeed at last with lessen pain.
The night shall stood that sun could not,
For the stars to give and taught.
The nightmare blitz shall be its day,
That succeed the plan, without delay.
Luna
(Again, inspired, by ponyphonic)
Karaoke
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Experimenteer
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1515
| 64 |
Applejack,Granny Smith,King Sombra,Other,Twilight Sparkle,Comedy,Random,Tragedy,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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The Poetic Chapters of MLP (Reference)
|
Poetic story and chapter to a grander show
|
incomplete
| 22 | 3 |
<p>Goal: Complete every character, and add something else.</p><p>Please give a like, submit comments and share this to your friends. :)</p>
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everyone
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2012-11-01T18:37:27+00:00
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2012-11-01T18:37:27+00:00
| 969 |
The Magnificent Blue
Luna, the magnificent blue,
Please tell me that is all so true.
For your beauty design, shall depart my soul,
In final gaze to see your pull
Luna, the beauty of flower,
Who would have guess to have such power.
I await my time and end of days,
To see your eyes and memorable rays.
And before my breath was silent with ease,
Knowing in truth that your night was at peace.
To the end my heart shall flicker anew,
For one and final of due.
Luna, the cradle from far,
How I wish to be your star.
As my heart was stop and hope to die,
Can I at least say a final goodbye?
Oh Luna, the phantom of the night,
I thank you forever, with all of my might.
To glimpse your wings and luscious mane,
Was the memory that I shall forever retain.
At one more time, I feel my death,
To feel slowly from my breath,
Let me hold and embrace your warmth,
As I am gone, departed, from untimely birth.
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Experimenteer
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1515
| 65 |
Applejack,Granny Smith,King Sombra,Other,Twilight Sparkle,Comedy,Random,Tragedy,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
|
The Poetic Chapters of MLP (Reference)
|
Poetic story and chapter to a grander show
|
incomplete
| 22 | 3 |
<p>Goal: Complete every character, and add something else.</p><p>Please give a like, submit comments and share this to your friends. :)</p>
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everyone
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2012-12-06T14:24:26+00:00
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2012-12-06T14:24:26+00:00
| 870 |
The Colt from the South
(As written by the maps)
Distant dawn the sun arise,
A colt that stood from high and wise (I highly doubt it).
With cheeky grin and brilliant feature,
That he descend to greet his distant carer.
Unease the term when soon to glare,
To make a pact with buffalo's dare.
Now and more with difficult to cope,
Could he succeed or abandon his hope?
Easy to read through cheer and attract,
That he find himself pause and harder to act.
When the town is threaten and open for siege,
Be his job to defend, the folk and their prestige.
Whether he cower from battle or attend to else,
There's no denying the aftermath result.
Now more than ever, the peace he shall guard,
Between two faction and the apple yard.
((Not the best, not the greatest. But bloody nightmare I'm going to make one for this blasted colt!))
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Experimenteer
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1515
| 66 |
Applejack,Granny Smith,King Sombra,Other,Twilight Sparkle,Comedy,Random,Tragedy,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
|
The Poetic Chapters of MLP (Reference)
|
Poetic story and chapter to a grander show
|
incomplete
| 22 | 3 |
<p>Goal: Complete every character, and add something else.</p><p>Please give a like, submit comments and share this to your friends. :)</p>
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everyone
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2012-12-07T18:49:39+00:00
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2012-12-07T18:49:39+00:00
| 705 |
The Lauren to Create or To Live, To Dream, To Flew.
To sketch, to live, to dream,
That we wrote and draw with stream.
Our constant flow, imagine by heart,
That begins a fresh and likely start.
Now we soar, presented like birds,
To taken wings and flew with words.
Coursing through our goal shall mean,
That send a path to eternal routine
Yet what is our goal to inspire,
When we see nothing to our desire.
What value to continue, what style to be,
What expression we make the common free.
Answers define to our likely mean,
That send a strange and wondrous routine.
Through hardship exist and simple bliss,
The answer was simple, without a miss.
This had shown that art derive,
That dreams were real and quite alive.
The story goes on from written soul,
That express their means to epic goal.
To the sheets of time of blanked slate,
To the hopes of bond that we could relate.
Now the days were set to bind,
For artists time to express their mind.
Upon your eyes that wondered with joy,
That bathed and wrapped with beauty ploy.
For the dreams were infinite, extend beyond,
To style, to create, to express your deeper fond.
Soar and spread, your wings of create,
With colorful stream and irenic donate.
Ended my tale of artist of few,
That set their path to stardom flew.
((Taken note, that this could be vary a mean to anything. The word tell about artist, whether you or Lauren or anyone, no limits were bound and creativity ensues from the library or working underground. It is what the matters count, not of place, but the work you bent so hard upon making it. So live on, dream on, make slow approach. Continue on and succeeded forth, into the land of time to commend.))
((P.S. Please give a thumbs up))
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Experimenteer
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1515
| 67 |
Applejack,Granny Smith,King Sombra,Other,Twilight Sparkle,Comedy,Random,Tragedy,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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The Poetic Chapters of MLP (Reference)
|
Poetic story and chapter to a grander show
|
incomplete
| 22 | 3 |
<p>Goal: Complete every character, and add something else.</p><p>Please give a like, submit comments and share this to your friends. :)</p>
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everyone
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2012-12-13T07:41:14+00:00
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2013-02-12T20:10:11+00:00
| 796 |
The Babs of Seed. HUZZAH!
Far from a place, that was distant and fair,
Came arrive, a little brown mare.
She was silent and quiet and didn't know what to do,
That was when, she then met, a trio not two.
Treated as such, with happy and content,
A test, was then met, that could not really cement.
Her name, was 'little' Babs, that added with the Seed,
Let us hope, that she didn't, be mean and indeed.
Huzzah, not mean and indeed.
And as the story went, 'little' Babs was on the offense,
Trying so hard not to face such intense.
She was mean and indeed, a very 'bad seed',
But hold on, don't dislike, I have much more to feed.
As the trio was bent, to plot and devise,
For a trap, which in set, that they really despise.
But in the end, all was well and the four were as one,
With 'little' Babs,was sent, back home and gone,
Huzzah, let's hope not too long.
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Experimenteer
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1515
| 68 |
Applejack,Granny Smith,King Sombra,Other,Twilight Sparkle,Comedy,Random,Tragedy,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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The Poetic Chapters of MLP (Reference)
|
Poetic story and chapter to a grander show
|
incomplete
| 22 | 3 |
<p>Goal: Complete every character, and add something else.</p><p>Please give a like, submit comments and share this to your friends. :)</p>
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everyone
|
2013-02-07T07:28:18+00:00
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2013-02-07T07:28:18+00:00
| 552 |
The Night at Risk
I watch my days were gone and by,
For the night shall shroud in a lullaby.
I watch my folk with ease and doze,
And sleep upon the moon of rose.
Nothing has change to little compare,
I wander alone, in selfless despair.
Into dreams I walk, throughout the fair,
Of complete and utter, eternal nightmare.
Again I wonder, to matter of change,
Of a soul's redeemable range.
I flew with wonder, of jewel of blue,
That left many souls without a clue.
Through gentle cloud and starry scene,
I leave all my things to the world of been.
I visit my home, our home of past.
That we laugh and cheer and duel's recast.
Ancient stone be ruin and bleak,
That left its mark of shadowy streak.
I concur my past and face my fears.
That I bellow beneath and shed a tear.
This was my home, a place that I knew,
Where the morning sun and the nightly dew.
I grew with heart of envious lust,
To foil and all,
The shame of distrust.
I became the horror that many would drown,
That I shrouded the world with evil renown.
I left my mark of death and void,
That my crimes was too much to simply avoid.
Cover by vines and leaves and greens and ferns,
That shrouded the stone with lasting earn.
I cried out loud and louder by thought,
That I was foolish to challenge and fought.
It needed be straight and action demand,
That I no longer the mare of ominous brand.
As I depart, almost to relief,
Another sight I caught,
a creature, in disbelief.
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Experimenteer
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1515
| 69 |
Applejack,Granny Smith,King Sombra,Other,Twilight Sparkle,Comedy,Random,Tragedy,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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The Poetic Chapters of MLP (Reference)
|
Poetic story and chapter to a grander show
|
incomplete
| 22 | 3 |
<p>Goal: Complete every character, and add something else.</p><p>Please give a like, submit comments and share this to your friends. :)</p>
|
everyone
|
2013-02-12T20:09:48+00:00
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2013-02-12T20:09:48+00:00
| 598 |
The Wise Old Avian
Upon the jewel of the nightly sky,
Of silent who that stutter and try.
Amidst the shadow of awaken dark,
Laid a small, but stern, an avian mark.
Appear from the blue, he sprang from who,
Greeting the mare and say hello to you to.
Unable to speak but a single word,
But don't be fool by this majestic bird.
His cooling calm and robust mind,
That assist the mare with efficient bind.
But out of such glee, laid a jealous lizard,
That tried to run and flee through the blizzard.
Though problem solve and exact of right,
Owlowiscious was collected in overall despite.
Wisdom he store be considerable trove,
That sustain to watch the truer throve.
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Experimenteer
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1515
| 70 |
Applejack,Granny Smith,King Sombra,Other,Twilight Sparkle,Comedy,Random,Tragedy,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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The Poetic Chapters of MLP (Reference)
|
Poetic story and chapter to a grander show
|
incomplete
| 22 | 3 |
<p>Goal: Complete every character, and add something else.</p><p>Please give a like, submit comments and share this to your friends. :)</p>
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everyone
|
2013-05-22T06:44:01+00:00
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2013-05-22T06:44:00+00:00
| 818 |
The Starry Princess
And deeds be done of rightly claim,
On path to role through greater fame.
Her wings were gift upon the dawn,
Of the glorious, moonlighted spawn.
She stretched up wide, unable to express,
Never to dream of chance be bless
A Goddess was born, the Princess await,
For the stars to shine and beyond such great.
Her friends were there, valiant and near,
Celebrating with laughter, shedding a tear.
They rejoice along with family and close,
For her reign to begin as kingdom's chose.
What future exist of the great unknown?
That Twilight would sit upon the throne.
The royal path be shroud to tell,
For all the things that come up well.
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Experimenteer
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1515
| 71 |
Applejack,Granny Smith,King Sombra,Other,Twilight Sparkle,Comedy,Random,Tragedy,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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The Poetic Chapters of MLP (Reference)
|
Poetic story and chapter to a grander show
|
incomplete
| 22 | 3 |
<p>Goal: Complete every character, and add something else.</p><p>Please give a like, submit comments and share this to your friends. :)</p>
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everyone
|
2013-11-14T08:28:25+00:00
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2013-11-14T08:31:14+00:00
| 642 |
Ancient Gold
Ancient gold her life has been,
Like all the days of fertile green.
Yet life undone for goodly soul,
For all such deeds and her goal.
Till time that flew that pass and on,
Till new of days with smiles and drawn.
And here of old, she rest on sit,
Forever to dream the journeys fit.
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Experimenteer
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1515
| 72 |
Applejack,Granny Smith,King Sombra,Other,Twilight Sparkle,Comedy,Random,Tragedy,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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The Poetic Chapters of MLP (Reference)
|
Poetic story and chapter to a grander show
|
incomplete
| 22 | 3 |
<p>Goal: Complete every character, and add something else.</p><p>Please give a like, submit comments and share this to your friends. :)</p>
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everyone
|
2013-11-19T08:07:21+00:00
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2013-11-19T08:11:03+00:00
| 626 |
Summer's Tear
Alternative 1
Alternative 2 (0:17)
On one summer day she chose to sleep,
To better dream of long day sweep.
What grand to sight than ancient old,
Of times for her in goodly gold.
But silently said, with mournful tear,
"Just for once, I wish they appear."
And fate so cruel to deliver the print,
To then awake, with a sadden hint.
Very too long on one summer day,
That she dream to hope for them to stay.
The memorable past, with loving warmth,
That she daily wish the starry north.
But deep she knew, the real was there,
For truth was pain that couldn't be bear.
For years were gone from soulful bliss,
That wonder to sleep of her parent's kiss.
But black and cold on one summer day,
That brew such storm with heart astray.
Tragic sets for young to woe,
That fell from dark and hurtful show.
Torn apart of a fragile soul,
Who'd force to bear this terrible role.
Each such step had brought her blight,
Memories so deep that gone to light.
Tears that flow upon summer day,
Forever to blame her foolish way.
Each new day she wish the star,
For hopes and dream be real to quare.
And though the truth was proof to see,
The pain she dwell were soon to flee.
On one summer day her fear was quench,
Of family love with a deepen clench.
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Experimenteer
|
1515
| 73 |
Applejack,Granny Smith,King Sombra,Other,Twilight Sparkle,Comedy,Random,Tragedy,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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The Poetic Chapters of MLP (Reference)
|
Poetic story and chapter to a grander show
|
incomplete
| 22 | 3 |
<p>Goal: Complete every character, and add something else.</p><p>Please give a like, submit comments and share this to your friends. :)</p>
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everyone
|
2013-11-21T08:15:36+00:00
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2013-11-21T08:15:36+00:00
| 902 |
A King Be Judge
Alternative
A king be judge by deeds that dealt,
That stab the heart and turn and smelt.
Action claims to protect the wealth,
That prone to reap the earth and health.
In minds of great, that fell from rot,
That held the chains, that dare would not.
To then be found the king's demise,
In past that kept, he scream with cries.
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Apocalypse Pony
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1518
| 1 |
DJ P0N-3,Octavia,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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Vinyl and the Concert Hall
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If music can get the soul moving, there's no reason it cant lay it to rest as well.
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complete
| 16 | 0 |
<p>Vinyl Scratch had always possessed a one sided opinion of other genres of music other than her own. A forced encounter with one of her least favorite genres teaches her something new.</p>
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everyone
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2011-10-15T08:31:32+00:00
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2011-10-15T08:31:32+00:00
| 1,803 |
Vinyl Scratch’s eyes rotated about the concert hall, taking note of the detail that seemed to be the cherry on the overkill sundae that was the massive building. With each aspect she’d compare it to her natural habitat. Forget the tediously polished wooden raised floor that was the stage, she was familiar with the large concrete platform that was necessary to carry her turntables and the massive speakers on either side. The mood-setting stage-lights set to a low brightness, she’d replace with the blaring LEDs that hung raised above the middle of the dance floor, constantly swapping between darkness and a new color that painted every surface within range of it. Overall, this new setting was sickeningly boring.
She’d make her negative opinion of it all obvious through means other than thinking it, but she had already had her hooves tied as of last week’s drinking contest with her musician friend, Octavia, having sworn to her that she would be on her best behavior, and even then her earth pony friend was skeptical. Vinyl made three mental notes to herself, all of which she hoped would stick with her:
One, never let Octavia choose the drinks
Two, don’t, under any circumstances, underestimate wine drinkers
And three, if you cant pronounce the name of the drink while sober,you’re most likely going to lose
Simply being here was one problem, the other ponies in attendance were an entirely different one. Vinyl stuck out like a chipped hoof, her unkempt electric blue mane and tail attracting looks among the well-dressed ponies, many of which were wearing what looked like very expensive clothing as well as sporting impossibly-arranged mane-dos. Vinyl’s ego would have gladly accepted the stares she attracted as silent admiration from some of her own fans, but most of them were a sneer or a glare, her presence obviously unwelcome.
The tidbit that Octavia had left out until they actually arrived was the fact that she would be playing a solo piece, while Vinyl had thought that Octavia would be sitting next to her in the audience. Since Octavia’s segment in tonight’s show had not come yet, it gave Vinyl a reason to stay awake through the other performances. Currently, a brown coated stallion and crimson coated mare were performing, the stallion utilizing a black grand piano and the mare standing upright with a Cello. 'I still don’t get Octy’s deal,' Vinyl thought. 'The thing up on stage and her bigger thingy look exactly the same!' She learned firsthoof to keep that opinion to herself, the first time she tried asking Octavia about this had resulted in a 2-hour lecture on the difference between a Cello and a Double Bass, most of which had went in one ear and out the other.
It wasn’t that Vinyl simply dismissed all classical music as a whole, it was just that she had a picky taste when it came to it. One song that featured an orchestra that she liked in particular was ‘For An Angel’ by Paul Van Buk. However, when she showed that song to Octavia, the classical mare immediately dismissed it because of the presence of electronic instruments. It was then that Vinyl learned that her friend could be very stubborn in her tastes.
Once she had ran out of things to scrutinize and analyze, her conciousness started to fade, mostly assisted by the.....boring music.....being play...zzzz-huh? The off-white mare had been denied her sleep from the end of the Cello and Piano performance, followed by the clopping of hooves upon the ground in applause, a pretty rude awakening, anypony could agree.
Shortly after the mare and stallion departed left of the stage, an ensemble of four ponies, a unicorn mare with a violin, a pegasus stallion who possessed a polished black Double Bass, but lacked a bow, and another two unicorns, one with harp and one with Viola. After half a minute of uncoordinated notes,something which Octavia had told Vinyl was ‘tuning’ the instrument, they began to play. Instead of the typical slow and sometimes depressing music the audience had been treated to, this group played something more upbeat, the pegasus stallion plucking the strings of his Double Bass, a tactic Vinyl had never seen before, as it made a series of low notes that kept the beat for the rest of the ensemble.
By the end of their performance, even Vinyl found herself stamping her hooves in applause, thankful for the refreshing change in tempo this group offered. Once again her patience was refreshed, just in time for the last performance of the night, this one being a single grey earth pony on stage with a chestnut brown Double Bass. The low stage lighting had provided a slight glow to the wooden majority of the instrument, sporting the effort that went into polishing it. To Vinyl, this was an explanation to the many wood varnish and polishing cans she found in Octavia’s trash. 'Well, myth busted; Octy isn’t moonlighting as a handymare', Vinyl rewarded herself with a smirk for her bad joke as Octavia prepared to play.
She didn’t spend as much time tuning her instrument on stage as other musicians did; she liked being prepared beforehoof, and even then the minimal seconds she took tuning sounded closer to playing an actual piece. Once she checked her upright posture and took her bow in the crook of her right hoof, she began to play
The first thing that caught Vinyl’s attention was the apparent lack of one of Vinyl’s pet peeves with instrumental songs. Well this is new, Octy makes a song that doesn’t start off slow and depressing. It was a pattern the DJ had noticed in a number of the songs Octavia has performed or written, they’d always begin slowly. The fact that it started off with a different tempo was enough to satisfy Vinyl, and so she closed her eyes and let the tune carry her thoughts.
Vinyl had begun to envision the sun rising over a grassy hill, breathing color into the sky going from a soft purple, to orange, soon to reach a true blue as the notes playing from the stage reached a high point and--wait, what was that?
Vinyl had snapped out of her trance-like state to look in all directions surrounding her seat to look for a sound that was similar to....somepony sniffling? Once she had passed over that idea, she realised that Octavia’s music had driven a number of ponies to silent tears. 'Oh come on', the unicorn quickly called nonsense on the audience’s reaction, 'Its just....music?' Vinyl was about to continue her skepticism when she realised something was causing a distorted view in the purple lenses of her shades, learning that a few of her own tears had welled up in the frame edges. A small realization dawned upon her, and for a second, she wanted curse herself for missing it until now.
Once she cleaned the lenses and fit them back on, she relaxed in her seat in the audience and closed her eyes once again. She knew Octavia would be most likely to scold her for falling asleep during her performance, but at this point, it’d be with good reason, Vinyl finding a way to appreciate a type of music she previously loathed.
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LP2993
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1520
| 1 |
Gilda,Main 6,Original Character,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Spike,Alternate Universe,Crossover,Comedy,Random,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Gore,Sex
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My Little Immortal
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Crossover of My Immortal and MLP [Adults-Only][Gore][Comedy][Crossover]
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incomplete
| 7 | 21 |
<p>The Bearers of the Elements of Harmony have been called to Hogwarts by Countess Celestia. Celestia, and all the Wizards you remember in the Harry Potter books are acting very strangely, however, especially around a Slytherin named Ebony Darkness Dementia Way...</p><p>This is a crossover with the legendarily bad 'My Immortal'. It is different in the following ways (which may make it less funny, idunno)<br/>*It is told from Twilight's perspective, and largely has correct grammar/spelling/name consistency.<br/>*The Ponyvillians largely act in character (though few others do)<br/>*It is from the perspective of a voyeur watching the insanity of My Immortal unfold.</p>
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mature
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2011-10-15T10:02:05+00:00
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2011-10-15T10:02:05+00:00
| 647 |
The sun rose over Ponyville. Despite his narcolepsy, Spike the dragon was the first to arise in the Library, as Twilight had studied the stars with Owlowicious from dusk till dawn.
He puttered about in their kitchen trying to decide. "She'll be mad if I wake her up. Maybe I could make breakfast? No, she'll still be a grump if I wake her up too early. Maybe I could go see Rarity? But then if Twi wakes up before I'm back... no, I should make breakfast." His train of thought was interrupted by a strange feeling in his gut. A strange feeling he knew all too well.
He barfed up a scroll, as he had so many times before. This one tasted funny. He unrolled it, and read it. He knew he wasn't supposed to, but he had to know whether to wake Twilight for it. He widened his eyes at its contents. Maybe a three course meal in bed would soften the blow...
My Little Immortal
Chapter I:The Descent into Madness
Hi, my name is Twilight Sparkle. I have dark purple hair with lavendar streaks, and a red stripe, that reaches the bottom of my neck, and reddish-purple eyes like stewed beets. I have a magic star surrounded by other stars for a cutie mark (that's how I got my name) and a lot of people tell me I look like Photo Finish (AN: if u don't know who she is get da hell out of here!). I am related to Star Sparkle, my mother, who I've been told was a major hottie. Ew. I'm also a unicorn. I have a purple coat. I went to Princess Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns. I'm a librarian (in case you couldn't tell) and I wear mostly nothing. Unless Rarity forces me into something. Today I was wearing... well, nothing again. I was happily asleep in my bed in the Branches and Leaves Public Library in Ponyville. "Hey Twilight!" And then Spike woke me up.
I shook my hoof at him, before recoiling from the early morning sun, and covering my eyes.
"Spike!? Why did you wake me up!?"
"A letter from the Princess! I think it's important."
I sighed, and rolled my eyes. "Fine. Give it here."
"I made you breakfast in bed too."
"Spike! How thoughtful. Thank you." The juice would help with the headache. Or so I'd read.
And so I read.
To my Faithful Student, Twilight Sparkle,
Recent events have opened my eyes. I finally see the truth. You too need an education. I have arranged for you to attend a school, where your eyes will be opened. While your studies have continued in Ponyville on the magic of friendship, there are other kinds of magic as well.
I have found an acadamy much like my school for Gifted Unicorns. Please bring your friends, they will be delic...ightful to have around. I have enclosed the magic ritual required to take them here to England, to Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
I think they will be enlightened by the experience too.
With love,
Countess Princess Celestia
"That was certainly... strange." I remarked.
"I know." Spike said. "The ink tasted funny coming up, too."
"It was almost crusty or crumbly." I added. "Pass the toast, would you Spike?" I asked with a smile.
"It would be my pleasure. Twi, when has she ever been a Countess?"
"I mfunno Spike." I said through a mouthfull of toast. "I mean, the Princess has all kinds of titles she hasn't used in years, like Lady Protector of the Earth Ponies, or Queen of the Sun, but I've never heard of her being a Countess. Maybe the Mayor knows. I guess I'll ask when I get the whole gang together."
The Mayor didn't know anything about it. Aside from some court gossip, that neither Celestia nor Luna had been seen for some time, saying that they'd taken a vacation. My friends, fortunately, had the ability to take a vacation of our own. We'd certainly get to the bottom of this mystery.
The ritual I'd been sent directed us to a stone henge on the outskirts of Ponyville, near the Everfree forest. Applejack took the lead. "Listen here, sugarcube, I know creepy ruins are your speci-ality, but this here's on Carrot Top's land. I think I should do the talkin' if we meet her."
"Talking about what?" Asked Carrot Top.
"Oh, hey there, Carrot Top. Just... er... lookin' for ya. Carrots been good this year?"
"Good enough. What are you doing on my land?"
"Listen, neighbor, lemme level with ya. Twilight here got a letter from Princess Celestia orderin' her to do some magic on yonder stone pile." She pointed to the henge. "I know you don't take kindly to tresspassers, but I thought we could get goin' before we had to pester ya about it. Can we please walk on your land?"
"Ok, AJ. Just don't trample my carrots, and it's fine. Not that I've planted a lot of them around that ruin. Stupid varmints have been eating me out of house and home! I've half a mind to set traps"
"Oh my." Whimpered Fluttershy. "Please don't do that! You'll hurt the animals!"
"That's why I said half a mind, Fluttershy. But, can you do anything about it? I mean, I've even seen that bunny of yours taking my carrots!"
"I can try beseeching..."
"Can't you... you know... stare them?" Carrot Top asked.
"Oh, no. I don't have any control when that happens. But I'm sure I can get Angel to stop. Or to take fewer carrots."
We continued on, and I began my intricate ritual. Symbols carved into the dirt, strange plant oils, the whole works. And finally, a little bit of chimney soot. I could feel the energies building up for a massively powerful travelling spell. "Rarity, I need help!" She added her energies to mine, to stabilize the spell, but it was very hard. "Everypony, hang on!" We clustered together in a bit of a group hug. "Spike, now!" Spike started a small fire in the center of the stone circle.
I felt myself begin to stretch out, becoming taller and taller. Around me, I could see my friends too begin to twist, with surprised an horrified looks on their faces. Except Pinkie, who was saying "WHOO!" A horrified look crept across my face, as I felt the next phase of the ritual take hold. Teleportation gave me an innate feeling for this. The fabric of space and time was being torn asunder before me. We were going to another universe. As we were pulled upward into the rift, the energies of the spell released. Carried on the wind was a single voice, crying out.
"MY CARROTS!"
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<p>The Bearers of the Elements of Harmony have been called to Hogwarts by Countess Celestia. Celestia, and all the Wizards you remember in the Harry Potter books are acting very strangely, however, especially around a Slytherin named Ebony Darkness Dementia Way...</p><p>This is a crossover with the legendarily bad 'My Immortal'. It is different in the following ways (which may make it less funny, idunno)<br/>*It is told from Twilight's perspective, and largely has correct grammar/spelling/name consistency.<br/>*The Ponyvillians largely act in character (though few others do)<br/>*It is from the perspective of a voyeur watching the insanity of My Immortal unfold.</p>
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Chapter II:Hall Pass
When my eyes stopped rolling in my head, I pulled myself to my hooves. "Everypony OK?"
"Yep, Sugarcube." "Okey dokey!" "Ready!" "I've seen better days." "I'm ok."
"I made it too. But I'm not a pony, natch."
"Oh, Spike, I almost forgot about you."(good thing I'm not the element of honesty) "I guess I'd fall apart in any school without my #1 assistant." I took a good look around.
We'd landed in a musty, old, ornate room. It was collosal. Very long. Probably a hallway. Tapestries and paintings adorned the walls, and we'd emerged from a fireplace. But the whole room was... wrong. The doors were far too tall. And the paintings. I finally saw what was wrong with them.
I'd never seen the creature in the paintings. Tall. Bipedal. Hairless. And the paintings stared back. I'd have sworn they moved. My friends seemed to be equally creeped out. We were taken out of our panic, when Fluttershy spotted a cat.
"Oh, aren't you just the sweetest thing?" The cat stopped dead at the sight of us.
"Fluttershy, allow me." said Rarity. "Aren't you precious? Come here, and Miss Rarity will give you a treat. Wouldn't you like that?" Rarity slowly approached the cat. When she was in range, the cat took off down the hall, yowling. With a small piece of Rarity's mane as a souvenier.
"COME BACK HERE YOU MANGY FLEABALL!" Rarity shouted after it. In the silence that followed, we heard a soft voice.
"Mrs. Norris, did you find a little student who's gone for a little walkabout in my halls? I do love me a chase." Measured footsteps came down the hall, followed by the thing. It was another of the creatures, with a stallion's voice. It's bipedal gait was jarring and unnatural, it wore tattered, ancient clothes of what I now know was hide, and it reeked of age, sweat, and its moldering clothes. We were paralyzed in fright.
"Oh, ho ho. Even better than a student. I'll have Hagridd's hide for this! Creatures from the forbidden forest in my halls! I'll bet that rotter Potter has a hand in this! Stay there, little unicorns, while I fetch the headmaster!" He rubbed his hands together with a mix of greed and malice in his eyes.
His... insane mumbling broke the spell of terror. Mustering all my courage, I swallowed the lump in my throat, and addressed him. "Excuse me, sir or madam, but my name is Twilight Sparkle. I'm not from here, and..."
"I'll say you're not from here, all righ... MERCIFUL MERLIN'S MOUSTACHE! You talk!"
The creature retreated down the hall. A moment later, it returned, having recomposed himself. "Eh-hem. And just what are you doing in my halls?" He tried desperately to regain his intimidating mask.
Fluttershy stepped forwards. "Oh, hi, my name's Fluttershy. We were just pulled here by a spell, you see. I've never seen a creature like you before, what's your name?"
"I am Mr. Filch, and you will address me as such! And, wait, what was that about a spell?"
I stepped forward. "My teacher, Princess Celestia, sent me a spell that teleported me into this castle. Her letter implied she was already here. If I did the spell right..." By this time, Fluttershy had coaxed Mrs. Norris out from behind Mr. Filch, and was scratching her on the ears. Rarity looked very jealous.
"A spell that can teleport into Hogwarts? The Ministry of Magic will hear of this, that's for certain." Filch muttered darkly to himself. "But let me take you to Dumbledore. He's been taking up with your sort more and more, lately. Just like the old days." He gave us a mean look. "I think there's a 'Celestia' around somewhere. Mark my words, this will all end in bitterness and ruin! Ruin!" He continued his insane ranting, as he led us down the endless corridors toward the headmaster.
Hogwarts was a labyrinth of twisting halls. We came shortly to a great stairwell with dozens of stairways haphazardly connecting the floors. It was lit, incompletely, by candles and chandaliers. While adorned with old, and very lifelike paintings, the drab stone, and the poor lighting did little to correct the oppressive chill and dank of the castle. It was night to Canterlot's day. Mr. Filch led us up several flights of stairs, before halting our group.
"C'mon! This is taking forever! Fluttershy could fly faster than this!" Rainbow complained to him.
"I must agree. All these stairs are wreaking havoc on my mane." Rarity added.
"Hold up a minute, little ponies." Mr. Filch said. "You'd be wise to catch your breath. We've got to wait for the next flight of stairs. Beyond that, it's only three more stories."
Everypony but Pinkie groaned. "Three more stories? You wanna hear the story of how Equestria was made?" Everyone, even Mr. Filch, stared askance at her. As she began telling the story of... something, the rest of us climbed the remaining stairs, with her voice echoing in the huge stairwell behind us. We reached the top, and Mr. Filch dropped his lantern.
"And that's how I got my cutie mark." Pinkie stepped out of a nearby alcove at the top of the stairs. "Someday, I'll tell you how Equestria was made."
"Gaaah!" Screamed Mr. Filch. He fell over, and was about to roll down the stairs. Rarity and I caught him with our magic, and stood him back upright. "How did... where... HOW!?"
Applejack punched him on the leg. "That's just Pinkie Pie bein' Pinkie. It's best not to bust yer noggin thinkin' about it." She guffawed, and the rest of us had a little laugh.
"I can't be rid of you ponies soon enough." Filch muttered under his breath. "Anyway, here's Dumbledore's office. Goodbye." He knocked in an odd pattern on the large wooden door flanked by sculpted gargoyles. From within, we could hear bars unslide, bolts withdraw, and locks click open. Stamped upon the door was a brass plate.
Albus Dumbledore, Order of Merlin
Headmaster
We encountered some resistance opening the door.
"YOU MOTHERFUCKER! CLUMSY SHITASS! MY FUCKING HEAD!" Sitting before us was an ancient looking man in fancy robes. Humans are hairless, but this one had a beard that more than made up for it. He was seated on an ascending staircase behind the door, and it looked like he was bleeding from a gash on his head.
"I'm so sorry! Sorry! Sorry!" Fluttershy rushed forward to pick him up, and I helped her with my telekinesis. Somewhere, she'd pulled out a clean cloth that she was dabbing at his head wound with, flying to reach his head.
"Oh, talking MOTHERFUCKING ponies. You SHITTING must be with GODDAMN Celestia. Where'd my ASSHOLE glasses get to? Could you COCKSUCKERS help me find them?"
We were aghast at his language. Rainbow was the first to act. She got up in his face. "Where do you get off talking to us like that, chump! You're making Fluttershy cry! And nopony, and I mean nopony makes Fluttershy cry!"
"What did you say about Princess Celestia!?" A scowl set itself in my face, and I could feel my temperature rise from my anger. My mane was beginning to stick out, as my hackles rose.
"Oh, FUCKING sorry. I had some CUNT of Fred BITCHASS and George Weasley BASTARD's Tourrette's FUCKNUGGET taffy. The CAMEL-HUMPING effect will expire in thirty MOTHERFUCKING minutes. Countess CARPETMUNCHER Celestia's upstairs. Follow me FAGGOTRONS."
He walked silently up the stairs. From above, he leaned back around the corner, and beckoned us forward. I noticed with some relief that Spike looked very happy. Rarity had her hooves clamped around his ears. We ascended the stairs into the ancient, wood floored office.
Dumbledore was seated in his chair. Celestia was seated on some kind of comfortable looking beanbag chair in another corner, taking what looked like a nap. The headmaster was writing on a sheet of paper. He finished, and handed it to me. I read it, then read it aloud for the rest of the ponies.
Twilight Sparkle,
I can avoid swearing if I write what I'm going to say. So let me be brief. You can talk with Celestia after this.
Celestia has enrolled you six in Hogwarts for the next few weeks. I will use the Sorting Hat to place you each within one of the Four Houses of Hogwarts, each being an organization of about a quarter of the students. Afterwards, you may roam Hogwarts, and see what it is like for the average student. It is night right now, and students are not to roam the halls at night. You are to avoid the Forbidden Forest. You will pick up any other rules as we go along.
When we are done with the Sorting, you will be taken to your Dorms by some of Hogwart's Faculty.
Welcome to Hogwarts,
Albus Dumbledore
"What do you mean, you six?" Asked Spike. "Can't I learn magic too?"
Dumbledore placed his hand on the dragon's head, and sadly shook his head.
"Okay... what's this sorting thing all about?" Asked Rainbow Dash. "Wait, does that mean we'll get split up? Not. Cool."
Dumbledore's only answer was to get up from his desk, and retrieve a battered old hat from a glass display case. He placed it on Dash's head.
With my magic enhanced senses, I could hear it talk to itself. "Hmm, plenty of loyalty in this one, could be a good Hufflepuff. Ambitious too, but also brash. I think GRYFFINDOR! is the place for Dash."
"I don't know, guys, that brings up a lot of bad memories." Dash said.
It was clear that the rest of the ponies heard the Gryffindor part, anyway. Celestia began to stir. Dumbledore took the hat, and placed it on Rarity. "I wouldn't be caught dead in this old rag, if it wasn't necessary. Can't you just let me draw straws?"
"Tradition." Dumbledore replied. Looks like he could avoid swearing if he used single words.
The hat sat on the unsure unicorn. "Oh, let's see. Ah. Easy. You can practically smell the guile and drive coming off of her. This one is a clear SLYTHERIN!"
"Eugh. Snakes. Why did it have to be snakes! Hmm, maybe I can come up with a new mascot..."
Dumbledore took the hat, and approached Applejack. "Whoa, nelly! I ain't gonna let ya put that spooky old thing on me without a wrestling match." She backed away from him.
"Cmon, silly, it'll be fun! BLOOFLEBLAZZ! HURDLEHURG! You got to see what Dash and Rarity got, now we want to see yours!" Pinkie said.
"Well, when ya put it that way..." She slowly removed her stetson. Down came the Sorting Hat.
"Another toughie. Tough as dirt. But threaten her friends, and she is a mother bear. GRYFFINDOR!"
"Aw, I was hoping for something more fun." Said Pinkie.
"Looks like I'll be keepin' you honest." AJ said to Dash.
Dumbledore walked to me. I sat down, and felt the hat on my head. I could hear it speak into my mind. "Ah, and what do we have here? JESUS JONES have you read a lot of books. No question about it. RAVENCLAW!"
Dumbledore removed the hat a moment after putting it on me. "Sorry, Twi, looks like we are getting split up. I'm sure we'll see each other around." AJ had her hoof on my shoulder.
"And you still have Spike!" Pinkie said.
Dumbledore had set the hat on Fluttershy. "Impossibly kind. You'd help even your enemies. Let alone your friends. I think the students of HUFFLEPUFF will treat you the best."
"Whoosawhat? That one has the best sounding name so far! What was it again?" Asked Pinkie. Dumbledore had the hat on her head before she could get an answer.
"Fuck! What the fuck! Get me the fuck off! Nonononono!" The hat began to smoke. "Anything. Gotta get off! Can't decide! Too much energy! Gotta put her somewhere. HUFFLEPUFF! They can deal with her. Get me off! Get me off!"
Pinkie's hair seemed a little deflated, for a moment after the hat was removed. "Oh, yay! Hufflepuff! I get the coolest named one! Er, the other houses are fine, too. But Hufflepuff! And Fluttershy! Your auntie Pinkie Pie can keep you company!" Her hair had resumed its usual bounce.
"Oh, my. It looks like I'll be alone." Said Rarity.
I looked at Spike. He looked back. It was almost like I could read his mind. "Rarity, I'll send Spike with you tonight. I can settle in fine myself. Heh, heh. All I have to do is find the library, and I'll have more than enough to keep me busy."
"Oh, no, I could never impose like that. A lady never needs company."
"I insist." I said.
"If you say so. But what about writing to Celestia?"
"She's right here. I'll be fine."
"Fine. Spike, it looks like you'll be my assistant, for tonight, at least."
"Gladly, my lady!"
"And speaking of Celestia" Celestia chimed in. "I think you were promised an audience with me?"
"PRINCESS!" We all bowed.
"Arise, my little ponies. I trust you know what you have to do? And will be up tommorow, ready for a day of classes?"
"Maybe not ready for classes..." Dash murmered.
She looked directly at me, and licked her lips before continuing. "So, any questions, my faithful student?"
"Yeah." I said. "Why this world? Why this school?"
"Oh, it's quite simple, Twilight. Pheonixes are very rare. So rare, that when it is time for them to mate, keepers of them often meet from nearby worlds. Philomena is ready, and soon, Dumbledore's phoenix Fawkes will be. It is almost time for him to renew himself."
"All right..." I said.
"Oh, is Fawkes ill? Can I help?" Fluttershy asked.
Celestia laughed. It seemed crueler than usual. "Oh, Fluttershy. It's simply Fawkes' time. I think you know that better than anypony. But I'm sure Dumbledore will call for you if there's anything you can do."
"Oh, Princess." I said. "One more question. Where's Luna?"
Celestia looked taken off guard for a moment. "She's off... taking care of something important. It is night here, after all. I assure you, you'll see her... soon enough." She had an enigmatic smile at the end of that evasive answer.
"Well OK, Princess. Everypony, group together by house, and let's meet these Professors! Dumble... I mean, Headmaster, if you'd take us to them?" I asked him.
"My pleasure, DOUCHEBAG." He said.
"How about I do the talking, for now? I wouldn't want my ponies to pick up any nasty habits." Celestia had the strangest smirk. She walked downstairs, and opened the door. From below, I could hear her talk to some other humans. "Ah, my good professors. Dumbledore will not see you in his office, he is unable to speak at the moment. Magical mishap, you understand. I will send you your new students myself."
I could hear a deep, dark voice conspire down below. "Just one minute, you pastel painted cow. We must see the headmaster! Just because you have some kind of hold on him, does not mean you can trample all over us with your glitter encrusted hooves. We DO NOT take orders from you!"
"Snape, Snape, Snape, you think I would tell you to shove it without an order signed in triplicate? I'm sure this sheet of paper has exactly what you're looking for. No, not a heart, or your one true love, but Dumbledore's signature. He cannot talk right now. Seeing him is pointless. Now, I'm going to give you all a little gift. I'm sure you'll love it. Come down, my little ponies."
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Crossover of My Immortal and MLP [Adults-Only][Gore][Comedy][Crossover]
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<p>The Bearers of the Elements of Harmony have been called to Hogwarts by Countess Celestia. Celestia, and all the Wizards you remember in the Harry Potter books are acting very strangely, however, especially around a Slytherin named Ebony Darkness Dementia Way...</p><p>This is a crossover with the legendarily bad 'My Immortal'. It is different in the following ways (which may make it less funny, idunno)<br/>*It is told from Twilight's perspective, and largely has correct grammar/spelling/name consistency.<br/>*The Ponyvillians largely act in character (though few others do)<br/>*It is from the perspective of a voyeur watching the insanity of My Immortal unfold.</p>
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Chapter III:Night Terrors
We descended the stairs, to see Celestia by four black robed humans. One, a male, was glowering at her. He must have been this 'Snape'. We regrouped around her, and the four professors stood in a semicircle around us.
"Professor Snape," she pointed toward him. "Please escort Rarity with you to the Slytherin dorm." Rarity and Spike walked toward him.
"Which one of you is Rarity? And which one of you is trying my patience!" He pointed at them.
"I, Professor Snape, am Miss Rarity. And Spike is heading to Slytherin with me! If you wish to object, take it up with the headmaster!"
"Yeah! What makes you think you can talk to her like that!" Yelled Spike.
"The fact that I am the head of Slytherin House, little dragon! But it is clear she has the right attitude, now we just have to see if she has the talent to back it up... Follow me, and do as I say, or I will have you thrown out of Slytherin so fast your scales will fall off! The same goes double for you, Miss Rarity." A cruel sneer was etched on his gaunt features.
They all walked off, grumbling about each other under their breath. "Now, Applejack and Rainbow Dash, you should go with Professor McGonagall." She gestured toward the old woman, who gave them a nod in greeting.
"I hope she's a lot cooler than she looks." Rainbow whispered to AJ. As they vanished down the hall, I could hear the faintest trace of McGonagall's old voice ask them about themselves, before they went out of the range of hearing.
"Fluttershy, Pinkie? You're with Professor Sprout. She'll take you to Hufflepuff."
"Come with me, students. I'll get you set up, and tucked in for tonight." Sprout said warmly.
"Thank you, Professor Sprout." Fluttershy said. "And I have a lot of questions about humans to ask you, if you don't mind."
"I just wanna know" Pinkie asked "Where I can get some supplies for a party!? We're gonna meet a lot of new friends, and the best way to do that is a party! Pinkie Pie style!" Her voice was the last to fade out into the distant corridor.
"And Twilight? Professor Quirrel will take you to Ravenclaw. Sleep tight, my faithful student. I will see you tommorow." It looked like I was stuck with the turban-wearing human with the nervous tic. Well, I had nervous tics of my own around strange new po... people, so it'd all balance out.
"Goodbye, Princess. Oh, and hello, Professor, Quirrel, was it? Pleased to meet you."
"Oh, I assure you, my dear, the pleasure is all mine." We started walking down the corridors away from the headmaster's office.
"So, Hogwarts... any rules I should know about?"
"No, I don't think that's important at the moment. Just follow me." The professor was going down the labyrinthine halls, and taking the darkest, and quietest branch, each time we hit an intersection.
"Any interesting news? I'm afraid I'll have a hard time fitting in." I said.
"I wouldn't worry about that." He said. "Now, in here, if you would." He opened a door.
It led into a classroom area. The chairs were a bit weird, but I assumed they were for human anatomy. "Professor, are you sure this is the way to Ravenclaw?"
"Oh, I'm quite sure." He said. "That it isn't."
"NOW, Quirrel! Strike!" A third, terrible voice demanded.
"Stupefy!" A red bolt shot from the wand he had drawn. It struck me in the chest, and I flew back toward the wall. As my eyes spun, the Professor was on me in a flash. He reached down, and bit me in the neck. He began to drink my blood.
Once I realized what was happening, panic and terror gripped my chest. I could feel my consciousness fade from shock and blood loss. But then, terror gave way to rage.
How dare he! How dare he take me from my friends! How dare he take me from Spike! I didn't understand the human world, but this was not right. And, what about my friends? Had they been led into a trap? Time slowed down for me.
My eyes snapped to attention, and I saw the armored suit on the wall. My horn glowed, as I summoned a come-to-life spell. When it was ready, I shoved my back and shoulders upwards, and knocked Quirrel off. The animated armor, free to strike without hitting me, brought down its mace with a two handed swing square onto his turban. Quirrel's head flattened under the impact, and blood poured from his nose and ears. His eyes clouded over. Terror returned, and I hyperventilated.
"Oh no, oh no, oh no. I just killed my professor! And I don't know where my friends are!"
"Don't beat yourself up too much, little pony." A stocky, robed wizard with a weird eye had snuck in next to her. "I was a few seconds from killing him myself. Good thinking with the armor."
"AAAAH! Who are you?"
"Mad-Eye Moody. Here, compress this bandage on your neck. Anyway, this piece of sh..stuff here was wanted for murder, dark magic, theft, and more murder. But he's supposed to be dead. Given how he was walking around without being instantly attacked by Dumbledore, something rotten's going down at Hogwarts. Good thing Filch snitched to the MOM, but it looks like we needed an auror here last week."
Moody's eye turned from the body to look at me. His other eye spun madly in its socket.
"I can't place it, but you remind me of somepony back home. But MOM? Auror? Murderer?"
"Yes. Murderer. Quirrel here was the host for You-know-who."
"I don't."
"Eh? I suppose you don't. There was a murderer on the loose some time ago, whose name was enchanted to tell him any time you said it, and where. During his criminal rampage, we all simply called him You-know-who to avoid the spell. Just call him that, we'll understand you."
He continued. "Anyway, You-know-who came back as a parasite attached to Quirrel, and made him do terrible crimes of his own. But he was killed last year by Harry Potter. If Quirrel's around now, I suspect somebody's fooling around with amnesia potions and time-travel. And once I catch them..." He made strangling motions with his hands.
"Time-travel? That's impossible!"
"Maybe in magic-pony-land. But here, the MOM... Ministry of Magic, regulates the use of Time-Turners, an enchanted timepiece that lets you go backward and forward in time. I know for a fact that Dumbledore was issued a couple of them, so I'll have to track them down. You can imagine what damage they can do in the wrong hands. Or maybe you can't, since you think time travel's impossible."
"Hey! I've got plenty of imagination. Time travel's just a violation of Professor Rhu-"
"Zip it. Science. I get it. You can write your formulas later. Right now, we have to figure out what to do." He put his hand down on Quirrel's neck. Quirrel began to fade. "DAMN IT! Well, that confirms a Time-Turner, that's for sure." He looked back at me. "I think I should take you to the infirmiry for the bite on your neck. Then, I'll take you to... Ravenclaw, was it?"
"Yes, the 'Sorting Hat' said so."
"Yeah, fine. This way."
He led me down more of the twisty, confusing corridors. We stopped at another landing on the Grand Staircase. We waited for another change in its configuration.
"Already, this is a huge... mess. First, a transdimensional teleport, which they still haven't found a way to ward against, then teachers acting out of character, so I suspect the Imperius Curse, and finally, a dead bastard come back to life, attacking students, and travelling back in time before I can finish him off. I see a week of all-nighters in my future."
I shuddered, remembering the feeling of having my neck bitten, paralyzed with panic. "Tell me about it. I only slept two hours this morning, and I don't think I can get to sleep after that attack."
"You only have to worry about Quirrel, and I'll track down the mind-magic he used. He won't be coming for you. He was drinking unicorn blood to gain immortality; fortunately, he's the only one doing that. He must have seen you as a target of opportunity."
"Wait, you can gain immortality? Oh no, Rarity!"
"Calm down. It's a cursed, painful immortality only a desperate person would use. And aurors like me track down and put down anyone who would do that. So, odds are nobody within a thousand miles wants your blood. You, and this 'Rarity' can sleep tight tonight. Heck, with the fight you put up, I can discount the possibility of an invasion of Hogwarts via your home dimension, it would be the last mistake You-know-who and the Death Eaters made. Anyway, welcome to the Infirmiry"
I entered the Infirmiry, and Mr. Moody woke up Madam Pomfrey. She set me briefly on a cot, before shaving, salving, and bandaging the wounds on my neck. While she did that, I asked Mr. Moody to fill me in on more details, such as the Aurors, the Unforgivable Curses, the Death Eaters, and the details of his current case. Aside from Quirrel, I'd learned a lot of the other faculty were acting very strangely lately, hence his belief the Imperius Curse had been used.
As we left, he asked Madam Pomfrey to work with Professor Sprout to cook up some of the known antidotes to mind control magic and potions. Unfortunately, Professor Snape wouldn't be able to help, he was one of the suspected affected. Snape, Hagridd, Lupin, and Trelawney were the ones he'd found acting odd so far.
We walked down the final corridor to Ravenclaw tower, talking a little more. Mr. Moody was trying to fill me in on some details on human society, to get me through the week, anyway. "Ok, so it's gonna be weird for you ponies, but you're gonna need clothes. Humans don't go out without 'em, and it's cold here in England anyway. Good thing you came here on a Saturday, you should be able to go to Hogsmeade tommorow and get some. Remember, nobody has classes on Saturday and Sunday of each week."
"That's amazing! We have a lot of holidays in Equestria, but they aren't organized so rigidly."
"Um, sure. Amazing. Anyway, we've made it." He knocked on the door.
The door answered. "What is the root of the firmament?"
He answered the riddle with a riddle. "What has an Auror's badge, no time for this, and a spell to break you into kindling?"
The door opened. "Spoilsport!"
We stepped into a common room. Alcoves full of books sat around the tall windows. I relaxed a little, feeling more at home. A very short human man approached us. "What is the meaning of all this, Mr. Moody?"
"What, I can't congratulate an old friend on his promotion? Again?"
The other man looked baffled.
"Take this new student to wherever Dumbledore assigned her. I'll fill you in on my riddle afterwards. I'm afraid Professor Quirrel will not be joining us, he was very, very late."
He shook a little, and beckoned me closer. "Good evening, my dear... unicorn. Oh, my, Dumbledore said I'd have a new student, but he didn't mention you... weren't a human. Sorry, sorry, no offense meant. Anyway, I am Professor Flitwick, and this here is your room. You will be here with Luna, hmm, looks like she's out, this late at night. I'll have to track her down. After I talk to Mad-Eye. Well, settle in, we'll have this all sorted by morning." The professor left.
Luna! I'd get to see Luna! This was so exciting! None of us had seen hide nor hair of her ever since the party at Ponyville. I waited excitedly on the bed, for my chance to ask her where she'd been. For a good minute or ten. Then, fatigue overtook me, and I fell asleep.
The sun had risen when I woke up. Had I missed my chance to talk to Luna? I stirred, but this bed was very comfortable. I could feel the warmth of the sun on my side and back. I could also hear faint breathing, and an arm on my chest. My eyes shot open and I rolled off the bed.
I screamed. From the bed, a blonde human stirred and sat up. She screamed back.
"What are you doing in my room? In my bed?" I shouted.
"Wait, this is my room!" She shouted back.
"I was transferred here last night! This is my room! And what did you do with Princess Luna!"
"I am Luna!"
I stopped, and bowed. "Sorry Princess, that is an amazing disguise."
She looked baffled. "No, I'm Luna. Luna Lovegood. This is my room. I'm only a princess to my daddy's. No disguise. This is me."
"I'm sorry. You have the same name as a pony I know. Or know of, anyway. I just assumed they put me with her. But what were you doing in my bed?"
"It's my bed. You sleep really quiet. I thought you were a stuffed animal my dad sent me, so I just climbed into my bed. Sorry."
"No, I'm sorry. I didn't know it was your bed. I didn't sleep very well last night, so I must have been out like a rock."
"And I was up late looking out towards Hagridd's cottage from the telescope at the top of this tower."
"What were you doing spying on people!'
"I wasn't spying on him! I was trying to see the Thestrals near the forgotten forest!"
I asked what a Thestral was, and got way more information than even I wanted. Apparantly she had a major interest in this world's Cryptids, but remembering Pinkie's Pinkie Sense, I decided to humor her.
"Sounds fascinating, really. I may not be able to see these 'Thestrals', but I'm willing to trust you." I said.
"You believe me? You're not just having a laugh at 'Loony Luna'?"
"Why would you think that? I said I trust you, I meant it! I mean, sure, I'd like to scientifically verify and photograph the creatures you're talking about to be sure, but firsthand experience is the basis of science. Just because I don't have an explanation for it now, doesn't mean it doesn't exist."
"It's just, most people tell me I'm crazy for believing in these creatures. And they humor me, and play pranks on me sometimes." She sniffed. "It's why nobody has lasted as my roommate."
"Well, it's their loss." I said.
Far away, a clock began to toll. "Oh, no!" Luna exclaimed. "We'll be late for breakfast! Gotta get dressed!" She jumped out of bed, pulling robes out of her closet. She pulled one over her head, and tossed one at me. "It won't fit, but rules are rules. You can borrow this one until you can get some other clothes."
With some pieces of string, I was able to tie enough of it up so I wasn't going to trip on it. But I looked rediculous. Good thing the only other ponies who could see me were already my friends. I walked with Luna to the Great hall. We were among the last to arrive. Luna offered me a seat near her friends, but I told her I wanted to talk to my friends from Ponyville first. So I sat near the end of the Ravenclaw table, in line with Dash and Applejack on the Gryffindor table, and Pinkie and Fluttershy at Hufflepuff. I sat on the Hufflepuff side of the Ravenclaw table, as there was no sign of Rarity or Spike yet.
"Nice robe." Rainbow was flying above the table, and picked up some of the slack of the poorly fitting garment.
"Rainbow! Didn't you hear that we all needed clothes?"
"Didn't come up." AJ called. "Asides, I got clothes." She nodded her hat.
"No, I mean clothes for the body! Like robes!" I sighed. "We really need Rarity."
Pinkie was about to say something, I'm sure, when there was a massive interruption to breakfast. Owls were flying in from the windows, and delivering mail. I was stunned when one alighted on my table. It was Owlowicious.
"Owlowicious! How in the wide world of Equestria did you get here!?"
"Hoo."
"That's amazing! So why did you come here?"
"Hoo."
"I see. Well, give me the scroll then. Want something to eat?" I took a look at the spread in front of me. Then gagged. There was a lot of meat here...
Owlowicious ate something I couldn't recognize, while I unrolled the scroll to take my mind off my stomach.
To my old friend acquaintance You cold, cold bitch Twilight Sparkle,
Princess Celestia is gone. Princess Luna is gone. You, her precious 'Most favored student' are the only one who knows anything about where in the hell they are. The government is running on fumes. That inbred retard, Blueblood is calling the shots. WE NEED THEM BACK. As his 'chair of the department of hotness' (Which I'm sure I only got due to my looks, as he has been hitting on me non-stop. Ass.) it has been my responsibility to shoot down his moronic ideas. Which he has. All the time. I have also basically become the government, acting in his name. The power would be addicting if there weren't so. many. fucking. details. I'm tempted to move the seat of government into a spa, just to deal with the stress.
And I'm sure I've made mistakes myself. A couple of my decisions have come back to bite me in the backside. But I'm finding it increasingly hard to care. A 4% wheat tax? 5%? There are ponies here, who wouldn't know wheat flour from poison joke (now there's an appealing idea) who will argue for, and I kid you not, days, over a single percentage point on some convoluted mess of a bill, which they haven't even read. Because it is three hundred pages long. And I know there's a difference, and it matters to farmer ponies, but I'm too fucking bored to care at this point, and I haven't slept in days and I need coffee
So please. I know you snubbed me at my birthday parties. I know you tore up gifts for me. You didn't talk to me at school, and gave me the complete cold shoulder. But Equestria needs your help. It needs the Princesses back. I need your help. I am begging you here. Because I am at my wit's end, and one of these meetings I am going to just snap, and the last thing I want to do is fail Equestria because I'm just not smart, or tough enough, and too hungry and sleepy and angry to do this job that's been forced on me.
Your old friend schoolmate nemesis,
Moondancer
P.S. Fuck You!
P.P.S.HELP ME!
I stared blankly at the scroll for a minute after I read it. AJ walked over, and punched me on the shoulder. "Somethin' the matter, sugarcube?"
I sighed. "Just thinking about an old mistake. But I've got to pen a reply to this scroll, fast. Do you have any pen or paper?"
"No, Twi. I left all my supplies back in my room in Gryffindor."
"Here, take this ball-point. I thought I'd need it today, but I didn't foresee it was for a unicorn." A darker-skinned human girl next to me handed me the writing implement.
"Thank you. And you are? Just in case I walk off with the pen, not that I'm a thief, I'm just occupied, right now."
"Padma Patil. I am wondering about what all you ponies are doing here."
"I'm Twilight Sparkle. I'll fill you in later; right now I have a letter to write." I began on the back of the scroll Moondancer sent me.
Moondancer,
You deserve a prompt reply. And an apology. I'm sorry I missed your birthday party the last two years, and destroyed Spike's gift for you. To be honest, the entire time I was at Princess Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns, I put my studies far ahead of making friends. It looks like you didn't, and you tried to be my friend. It's high time I returned the favor. Even if you hate me right now.
Princesses Celestia and Luna are here to... give Philomena children. There's another Phoenix at our location. As for that location, it's a 'Hogwart's School for Witchcraft and Wizardry', located in another plane of existence. There is a ritual that can transport ponies here, but it's complicated, and I didn't take it with me. I can send it to you later, probably. Oh, as an aside, could you please get some reparations to a 'Carrot Top' in Ponyville? We may have damaged her carrots on the way out of Equestria.
As for governing Equestria? It sounds like you know what you're doing. I always knew you were smart, but I guess I really took you for granted. I will tell Princess Celestia what's been going on, and try to set up Owl based communications directly between you and her. And probably with Blueblood as well. I'll bet the Princess has a lot to talk to him about. If he's at all like what Rarity told us, I wouldn't wish him on my worst nemesis.
And by all means, relax, delegate, and take some time for yourself. Even Princess Celestia has a bureaucracy for a reason.
But it sounds like you need some real friends. I'm sorry I haven't been one. I'll be sure to bring mine on your next birthday. Or maybe even sooner. What I'd heard here was that the Princess expected to be here for a few weeks. Oh, I know, the Princess might have a list of ponies you can trust! Then, governing Equestria in her absence will be, well, not easy, but a lot more bearable, anyway.
Your nemesis,
Twilight Sparkle
I handed the letter to Owlowiscious, who flew out through the window. I clicked the pen closed, and put it in my pocket. Then I realized what I was doing, and tapped Padma on the shoulder, and handed her back her pen. I took a look around, and saw that the flood of students into the great hall had slowed to a trickle. I looked back toward my friends, and it looked like they all had things to say to me.
Rarity was the last student to enter the hall. The door closed with an ominous thud. Her mane was frazzled, and she had a sleeping Spike on her back. Her left eye was half closed, her right, twitched. She staggered forward, towards me.
"Blood. So. Much. Blood."
She got on her knees, and begged me. "Please please please please please! Get me out of Slytherin! I don't care how you do it, just get me out of there! And the clothes! Hideous! Trampy! Black leather? Lace? Straps!? High crimes against fashion!"
Her tirade was interrupted by a quarterstaff striking the stage at the end of the room. Dumbledore began to speak.
"Good morning, students. I have some bad news. It appears that Professor Quirrel is dead. Or rather, has been dead for over a year. Also, we have all been affected by amnesia potions, so that we did not remember it." The room erupted into whispers.
The quarterstaff hit the stage once again. The whispers quieted. "There is an inquest from the Ministry of Magic! We will not stand for the use of amnesia potions, and the plans of The Dark Lord, Lord Voldemort! The ministry has sent its top Auror, the famed Mad-Eye Moody to get to the bottom of this outrage! So, rest assured, students, that we are doing our utmost to keep you safe."
"Naturally, an antidote to the amnesia potions has been mixed in with your food today. We all should remember the proper order of things soon. Remus Lupin has resumed his post as the teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Professor Flitwick has resumed his position as head of Ravenclaw."
He took a break, and let the message sink in. He thumped his quarterstaff again, for consistency.
"Finally, those of you who have eyes, and are not idiots, may have noticed six new students have joined us. They will be with us for a few weeks. They are ponies from the magical land of Equestria. As with their leaders, Celestia and Luna, a Ministry of Magic censorship order is in effect on them. You are not permitted to speak of their existence to any outside news source. Otherwise, I ask that you treat them as you would any other student. They shall be joining you in classes, go shopping at Hogsmeade, and eating with you, just like any other student. I am sure you'll learn as much from them as they learn from you."
"With this morning's anouncements out of the way, let's eat!" He made to sit, then stood back up. "One more thing, students, today's trip to Hogsmeade will set out at ten a.m. If you plan on going, be sure to be on time." Finally, he sat down.
I looked at the table, and tried to find something to eat that wasn't meat. Given that this was a proper English breakfast, it was very hard. I finally found some spinach, and a little bread. I was ready to eat, when Pinkie interrupted me.
"Hey, Twilight, do you want to hear about how my night went?"
I thought for a moment. "Sorry, Pinkie, this table isn't really set up for talking. How about, when we finish breakfast, we get together at a round table outside, and compare notes on the Houses of Hogwarts?"
"Okey dokey, Twilight!"
Pinkie, with her ability to teleport around somehow, managed to tell all my other friends. I was beginning to tell Padma about Equestria, when I was nudged in the rump by an extremely small human.
"Excuse me, Miss pony, but this has been sent for you. From a 'Princess Luna'." The small man was carrying a plate of round cylindrical things.
"Thank you. And you are?" It rudely scrambled away. I cut a small section of the cylinder out, and took a bite. It was salty, fibrous, and rather unpleasant. I choked it down with a very large glass of water.
"I never thought unicorns would eat black pudding." Said Padma.
"That sure didn't seem like a pudding." I replied.
"Oh, no, black pudding's a kind of sausage." She said back. "Made of meat and animal blood."
I was taking another sip of water. I did a spit take. "I need to go!" I said. I ran out into the hall. I found a garbage can, but, for the life of me, I couldn't bring myself to throw up. The taste of it clung to my throat, and waves of nausea overcame me. My whole gut hurt. I needed to find the infirmiry!
I was desperately looking at the confusing hallways when Fluttershy came out of the door after me.
"Is everything alright, Twilight? What happened?"
"Fluttershy! I ate a sausage! Made of meat!"
She let out a squeaking noise.
"And worse," I said. "I can't manage to throw it up! Help me! You gotta know a trick!"
"How big was the piece?" She asked.
I indicated the size of the small chunk with my hooves. Fluttershy looked relieved.
"That won't pose any danger to your health." She said. "I'll go talk to the Madam Pomfrey in the Great Hall. I'm sure she can get me an emetic."
Why would Princess Luna give me this? I racked my brain, and came up with nothing. But still, it was sent by Princess Luna herself.
"No, Fluttershy, I think I just need something to wash away the awful aftertaste." I said.
"If you say so, Twilight. Are you sure you don't need an emetic? Or even an antacid?"
"I'll definitely take the antacid, thank you Fluttershy." I went back in the hall, and finished eating.
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<p>The Bearers of the Elements of Harmony have been called to Hogwarts by Countess Celestia. Celestia, and all the Wizards you remember in the Harry Potter books are acting very strangely, however, especially around a Slytherin named Ebony Darkness Dementia Way...</p><p>This is a crossover with the legendarily bad 'My Immortal'. It is different in the following ways (which may make it less funny, idunno)<br/>*It is told from Twilight's perspective, and largely has correct grammar/spelling/name consistency.<br/>*The Ponyvillians largely act in character (though few others do)<br/>*It is from the perspective of a voyeur watching the insanity of My Immortal unfold.</p>
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Chapter IV: Shopping Therapy
We were seated around a much smaller table. Dash took the initiative to describe Griffindor. "So. Awesome. Oh, and they have a sport here that even involves flying! I am totally going to join the Gryffindor Quidditch team! I'm going to be the best Chaser ever!"
"You sure you don't mean Seeker? I mean, the way Ginny described it, Seeker sounded more like your cup o' tea." Applejack interrupted.
"No way. I've got me a plan." She tapped the side of her head with a hoof.
"I'm so glad you all enjoyed your respective nights." Rarity said. "Mine was simply dreadful. Spike, would you be a dear, and get me a piece of bread from the great hall?" She batted her eyes at him. He left.
"Did Snape try to murder you in the halls?" I asked.
"No. He didn't say much as he took me to Slytherin." She answered.
"Then it's better than my night." I said. The other ponies gasped.
"That turban guy tried to kill you?" said Rainbow.
"Why I outta!" said AJ.
"Too late." I said. "He won't be bothering me anymore."
"What did you do?" asked Fluttershy.
"Hit him on the head with a suit of armor." I said. "Then he vanished when that Mad-Eye Moody guy touched him." I didn't lie. I merely... omitted the truth.
"You mean that guy who has an eye like Ditzy Doo?" Asked Rainbow.
"The very same." I said.
"That certainly sounds dreadful, but I simply must tell you what happened to me." Said Rarity. "After all, I'm sure you got a sound sleep once you actually made it to Ravenclaw."
"Yeah, I did, come to think of it. My roommate Luna's a little odd, but still nice." I saw their confusion, and cut it off in the bud. "Luna Lovegood. My roommate's a human named Luna Lovegood. Strange coincidence. Anyway, Rarity, you said you didn't even get to sleep?"
"Yes. As I was saying...
Snape rudely brushed me off when I entered the Slytherin common hall. 'Go to room 207. And leave me alone.' The decor was decidedly creepy. The light coming in through the windows was green and murky, and the walls were unadorned stone. Combined with the grim looking paintings, there's no word for it but creepy. Anyhow, I went to room 207. And 'met' my roommates. Spike, fortunately, was out like a light already, and I tucked him into a wastebasket by my bed. I carefully got under my covers. I only saw the one bed in my room, and lots of storage. It was then that one of the oversize footlockers opened up.
It was not a footlocker. It was a coffin. The human within rose up. Goosebumps ran down my legs, and I held myself stock-still. She drank a bottle of dark fluid, I dare not think of what was in it. She knocked on the coffin across the room.
'Hey, Willow, wake up!'
The other coffin opened.
'OMFG, I saw you talking to Draco Malfoy yesterday!' she said excitedly.
'Yeah? So?' the first said, blushing.
'Do you like Draco?' she asked as they went out of the room and into the Slytherin common room.
'No I so fucking don't!' she shouted. I could barely hear as they left."
"Stop bein' such a fussbudget!" Said AJ.
"Yeah, that doesn't sound bad." Said Pinkie. "Overexcited, maybe, but not bad."
"Oh, it gets so much worse." Said Rarity.
"Later, the first, who I would learn is either called Ebony or Enoby, returned. She was clearly getting herself ready for some social event. Her choice of attire was unflattering, but I hardly judged her solely on that. She had on black lace-up boots with high heels. Underneath them were ripped red fishnets. She also wore a black leather minidress with all this corset stuff on the back and front. Matching fishnet were on her upper limbs. She straightened her hair and made it look all spiky.
Once she was ready, that's when it happened. She took a razor, and slit one of her wrists. Blood went everywhere. It was then that I noticed. The stones on the floor. They were spotless. But the grout! It was the black of dried blood!
She put on the worst song I've ever heard. No offense, Pinkie, I actually quite enjoyed your little number in Appleloosa, even if the Buffalo did not. She put some smelly chemical solvent upon her nails, painting them black, since she understood a consistent color scheme, if nothing else of fashion. She drank another bottle of whatever substance she had consumed earlier; I'm certain it was blood. You can understand why I did not sleep, even after she left."
We all looked shocked. Spike reentered the room. "Here you are, my lady. The bread you wanted."
"Thank you, Spike. I'm sure the castle's pigeons will appreciate it."
"Ya know," Applejack said. "Them roommates o' yours sound an awful lot like Vampires."
"Vampires?" I asked. "I think this time I'll ask what they are, unlike the Parasprites. Sorry again, Pinkie."
"No problem, Twilight. Everypony makes mistakes from time to time." Pinkie said.
"Well, if I'm the only one who knows about vampires, then I'll give you the long and short of it." AJ continued. "See, vampires are a kinda monster pony, or I guess monster human, who drinks blood. They're dead, like zombie ponies, or mummies. So they're hard to kill. And there's some way they have of turning you into a vampire. Anyhow, if you need to put 'em down for the count, there's a few ways. Sharp wooden stake to the chest, light 'em on fire, shove 'em outside in the sunlight, or chop of their head. Though in general, choppin' off body parts will slow 'em down, at least."
"AJ, how in the hay do you know this gross stuff!?" Asked Rainbow.
"Oh, two years ago, at the Equestrian Agricultural Expo, or EAE, Sweet Apple Acres was set up right next Garlic Clove Grove. Bad sales that year, I tell ya. Anyway, since it was so slow, I got to chattin' with the owner and his son, Clove Chopper and Stake Stabber. I thought the names were weird for ponies, even if they were Lippizaners. So, anyway, those two moonlighted as vampire hunters, seein' as how vampires have a powerful hate for the smell of garlic."
"Sounds like somepony has a coltfriend!" Rainbow teased.
"I do not! Stake Stabber was just a bit too old for me. Besides, vampire huntin' is a dangerous job that don't pay well. Also, accordin' to them, Equestria has very few vampires to begin with, Celestia sleeps in just enough to catch vampires in a surprise sunrise all the time."
"Well, that's certainly food for thought. I wonder if these humans consider vampires a pest as well. Or possibly a disease. Or if they just ignore them." I said.
"Enough about vampires! Rarity's roommates are just jerks! Like some creatures I know..." Rainbow said. "We've heard about Rarity's night, Twilight's night, and even AJ and me. How was Hufflepuff, Fluttershy?"
"Oh, it was nice."
"And your roommate?" asked Rainbow.
"Oh, Miss Abbot is nice."
"C'mon, Fluttershy! You gotta give us more than just that!" said an exasperated Rainbow, flying above the table.
"No, seriously, she was nice, Dashie." Said Pinkie Pie. "She didn't let me throw a party, but she helped us set up our beds, and she even had these tasty jellybeans!" She took out one, and ate it. "Mmm! Jalapeno!"
"Fine. I guess I can't say that much about Ginny yet, either." Rainbow said.
"But I can sure say somethin' about her family. First, she's got almost as many brothers as I've got cousins. Second, they are one rambunctious clan, those Weasleys. Fred and George would be right up your alley, Pinkie Pie, they pull a prank as good as you." Applejack put her hoof under her chin before continuing. "But that Ron, or Diabolo, as he calls himself now, he's acting a mite strange. That boy ain't right, I hear tell."
"Maybe he's a vampire now. I hope you brought enough garlic from your coltfriend!" Rainbow teased.
"He ain't. my. coltfriend!"
"Rainbow, please!" I shouted. "Anyway, we only have a limited time to get ready for Hogsmeade. We have to pick up clothes, and other supplies for school. And I left my bits back in my room. Let's get ready, and meet back here in half an hour."
So we did. It took a while, but I figured out the way to Ravenclaw tower. Applejack apparantly sent Rainbow to fly to Gryffindor to get her supply of bits, and Rarity called hers 'acceptable losses', as she really did not want to go back to Slytherin. Pinkie and Fluttershy apparantly didn't bring any bits.
We gathered together, and joined the rest of the students on their way to Hogsmeade.
Hogsmeade was a quaint little village. If it wasn't for the shale and rock that went into the buildings instead of plaster and thatch, I'd be reminded of Ponyville.
"First thing's first." Said Rarity, shivering. "We must find some clothing. Rules are rules."
"Leave it to you to be obsessed over clothes." accused Rainbow.
"Hey! It's cold out. Don't you go pickin' a fight with Rarity!" AJ yelled.
"Girls, please." I said. "I have a list, and a plan of attack. If we just follow it, we'll be done, and ready to go back to Hogwarts in no time. Wait, where's Pinkie?"
She was gone. Fluttershy spoke up. "She said something about party supplies, and ran that way." She pointed down one of the many side alleys. Great. Pinkie was lost. I held my head with a hoof.
"Ok, if we follow what's left of my plan, we'll be ready to find Pinkie Pie in no time. Let me lay it out for you."
The plan was simple.
1. Hogsmeade Post Office, to change our money.
2. Gladrags Wizardwear, for warm clothes.
3. Ollivander's Wands, since we need a wand, for some reason.
4. Tomes and Scrolls, for our course books.
5. Spintwitches, for Quidditch equipment for Rainbow Dash.
And then we try to catch Pinkie at Zonko's Joke Shop, or Honeydukes.
"Follow me, girls! We can get this done in no time!" They all looked at me funny, rolled their eyes, then followed me. They must have been overwhelmed by my organizing skills.
The people in the streets gave us a wide berth. We opened the doors to the post office, and walked up to the clerk. He ignored us. I cleared my throat.
"Eh-hem!"
He ignored me.
"EH-HEM!"
He walked over to the dividing glass, and pressed his face up against it, to get enough of an angle to look down at me. "Oh, didn't see you there. Hold on a minute." He opened a door, and stepped through to meet me. "Name, and business?"
"My name is Twilight Sparkle. And I am looking to exchange money."
"Oh? Pounds? Francs? Galleons?"
"Equestrian Bits!"
"Huh? Never heard of 'em. Are they metal or paper?"
"They're gold."
"In theory, I could send 'em off to Gringotts, and get them tested, but that would take days, miss. Wait, you said you were Twilight Sparkle, correct?"
"Yes..."
"Ah, then it should be no problem. A 'Princess Celestia' left a money order for you. Let me go get it." The clerk bowed, and left me to go in the back. He returned a minute later with two heavy bags. "Here you are, a sum of... Eight hundred, thirty six Galleons. Don't spend it all in one place."
"Is that a lot?"
"It's about four months salary for me. Watch yourself, little pony, that's a lot of money to carry around, especially down some of the darker alleys, if you catch my drift."
"Is there anywhere I could keep it?"
"I could rent you a safety deposit box."
So that's what I did. I filled out the forms, and walked out of the post office with a mere two hundred galleons. More than enough to buy our supplies.
"So, Twi, how much is a bit worth 'round these parts?" Asked AJ.
"I never found out. It would take too long to convert it, apparantly." I answered.
AJ sighed. "These saddlebags aren't getting any lighter..."
We went across the village, to Gladrags Wizardwear. Rarity ran ahead, and entered the building first. She was pushed back out the door by a construction worker.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, CLOSED!?" She shouted.
"This building is not safe! Nobody but workers allowed in!"
"But I must buy clothing! It is so cold out!"
"Look, I don't care. Even if you had some kinda pony hard hat, this building is in danger of collapse. Some damn chamber opened up under it, and the foundation is shaky. We have to shore it up! Besides, the owner moved their entire inventory out to a warehouse, there's no clothes here to buy. You can try either of those new places at the end of town."
"New places?" I asked. "I didn't see any mention of them on my map."
"Yeah, Hot Topic, and American Eagle Outfitters. Can't miss 'em. They really... stand out. Don't know who they bribed to get their stores built in this historic district, but it doesn't really matter now. Now would you ladies kindly leave my workplace before the MOM-SHO throws my *** in Azkaban?"
"Come on, Rarity, I'm sure those stores will be fine." Said Fluttershy.
"But they'll lack the old-world charm of a little clothes shoppe!" She sniffled. "And think of all the bargains! Lost, forever... And the forgotten styles! Oh, there's nothing like hunting in the back of an old clothing store."
Fluttershy comforted the overdramatic Rarity, as we trudged onward to the end of town. Hot Topic and American Eagle were certainly hard to miss. I could sense them with a variant of Rarity's gemfinding spell. They were made of much shoddier materials, some kind of sintered, hollow block, fronted with plaster sheet, and then painted and paneled, with some kind of composite glue/wood fiber mix. Very simple flat roofs of asphalt and concrete covered them. American Eagle had a bland signpost, and the Hot Topic had a much more garish sign, with red lighting from some kind of gas-discharge tube.
"So, which one do we go in first?" Asked Rainbow.
"I think," Rarity steeled herself. "The American Eagle Outfitters. A bit generic, but we need some essentials."
"And then to the Hot Topic?" I asked.
"Yes... and then... to the Hot... Topic." was her distant reply. "I was wondering what store exploded on Enoby. I don't think I like the answer."
Once we got in the stores, Rarity was 'in the zone'. She said she didn't 'care for the clothes', but that they were 'raw materiel'. Eventually, I called together a little conference of everyone else.
"This is taking too long." I said.
"Darn tootin!" Said AJ.
"Listen, here's the plan. AJ, Dash, split off and go to Spintwitches. Rarity has all our measurements, and you know what Quidditch equipment you'll need. Spike, Fluttershy, stay with Rarity, and try to rein her in. I'll take care of our wands and books."
"Pay up, sugarcube!" AJ said to Dash.
"I should have known." She said as she handed a few bits to AJ.
"What was that all about?" I asked.
"Um, er, well, Sorry Twilight. AJ bet me you'd find some excuse to split off and do some reading."
"Very funny." I said. "But this is best way to ensure we get back to Hogwarts on time. Oh, and I really don't need to repeat this, but if any of you finds Pinkie, try to get her back here. We'll regroup with Fluttershy when we're done."
I made my way to Ollivander's first. The shop was deserted. And creepy. Room after room, shelf after shelf, were pigeonholes filled with boxes of wands. I unpacked one, and had a look.
"Ah, that is an interesting one there. Used solely for transfiguration, by the Smythes, a well established wizarding family. Eight and a half inches. Lignum Vitae. Unicorn Core."
I dropped it. "What?" I turned to face the man who just entered the room. When he saw me fully, he too was shocked. But not as much as when I lifted him off the floor with telekinesis, and shoved him against the far shelves. "What do you mean, Unicorn Core?"
"Hair." He gasped. "Small amount, in the tip of the wand." he choked out.
I let him go. "A haircut better be the only thing you do to unicorns." I said.
"What are you doing here? It's clear you don't need a wand, so I cannot help you."
"Yes, you can." I said. "I am Twilight Sparkle. My teacher, Princess Celestia has enrolled me in Hogwarts. And according to the rules, I need a wand, as do my friends."
He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Interesting. I may have an idea. Are all of your friends unicorns, like yourself?"
"No, Rainbow Dash is a pegasus, and Pinkie Pie's an earth pony, and..."
"Are any of your friends wizards, was what I meant to ask."
"No."
"Then, as I said, wands are useless to you. Normally, I would ask to see each of your friends, and find the wand that would be just right for them. But instead, I will just sell you ash wand blanks. Or... perhaps..."
"Yes?"
"I could sell you malfunctioning, cursed, or otherwise unsellable wands. If a wizard disarms you, and takes your wand in the heat of combat, to use against you, it would be to his sorrow."
"I think I'll just take the blanks, thanks."
"A pity. I've been looking to unload the Baleful Branch of Bloated Bart for ages now. Let alone the Withering Wand. But blanks it is, and all I ask is the price I pay for them. How many?
"Six."
"That will be three sickles, twelve knuts."
I handed him a galleon, and he got me change.
"Before you go, do you need a haircut?" Ollivander asked.
I gave him an icy stare. He smiled. "It never hurts to ask. And I meant it in jest, really. I cannot wait to hear of your exploits in Hogwarts. Which House were you sorted into, by the way?"
"Ravenclaw."
"Ahh, some of my fondest days were spent in Ravenclaw tower myself. May yours be twice as happy. Good day, Miss Sparkle."
"Goodbye, Mister Ollivander."
I had a list to fill out at Tomes and Scrolls. My telekinesis was straining under the load of six copies of the required reading. History took three books, Defense Against the Dark Arts had two, Care of Magical Creatures, one living or animated book. (Seriously? All of these wizards are crazy!) Herbology, Potions and Divination, one each. Finally, Charms required two. All told, sixty-six books were floating in a ball in front of me, and I hadn't even started looking for some extracurricular reading.
My manic scanning of the shelves was interrupted. "Need an extra hoof with the books?" I turned around. It was Luna!
Sort of. I may not understand a lot about fashion, but she was wearing some kind of black, stretchy garments garnished with lace, and black stockings. She even seemed to have black lipstick. With her dark blue coloration this actually looked good.
"Luna! I'm so happy to see you here! I have so many questions for you!"
"And I have so very many answers for you, my sister's little protoge, but I don't go by Luna anymore."
I was confused. "What should I call you then?"
"Nightmare Artemis Sin." She rolled her eyes, and smiled a wicked smile as she said it.
"Nightmare? Oh no! Have you turned against Equestria again?"
"Hahahahaha!" She laughed. "That's for me to know, and you to find out. Why don't you gather your friends this evening, and meet me at the top of Hogwart's clock tower at midnigt? Why, I'll even be fair, and get you your silly little trinkets. I mailed you and your friends the Elements of Harmony this morning, they should be delivered to your rooms by the time you return. Now, what were those questions you wanted to ask? I'll answer three more."
"Err, um..." I panicked.
Her mane came briefly alive, and she stroked my chin with it. I blushed in shock and shuddered in fear, as memories of Nightmare Moon came back to me. My stomach became unsettled. "What's the matter, my little unicorn? Nervous? Cat got your tongue? Don't worry, just relax and let it all come out. You'll find I'm very, very patient. Take all the time you need."
It took me a few seconds, but the mixed messages confused me enough to clear my head, at last. "Moondancer is running Equestria, and needs your help!" I blurted out.
"Not a question. But don't worry. Celestia and I will handle it. That's one down."
"Where have you been all year long? And where have you and Celestia been all day yesterday?"
"That should be three questions, but I'll cut you a little slack. I was away, studying how the land had changed over a thousand years. And making certain preparations. Once Celestia told me of her trip here, I knew I had to join her. As for the past day? I've been mainly asleep, then attending to some... business matters here. And sitting in this quaint little shop, waiting for you. So I could give you your invitation to my little get-together this evening. I do so look forward to seeing you and your friends again."
"Okay... That was... not illuminating."
"I am the Princess of the Night, after all, my little Twilight."
"Has anypony ever told you you're a little creepy?" I said without thinking. I covered my mouth right afterward with my hooves.
The smile died on her face. "A few. Long ago." She shook her head briefly. "But not lately. Most ponies aren't courageous enough to tell a Princess she's in error. Perhaps Equestria has truly changed for the better... but I digress. You had a third question. Ask it."
"What was with the 'special gift' you gave me at breakfast?"
"Oh, ho ho! Celestia told me you were a clever one. That is... a traditional breakfast food here. And I wanted to give you a proper English welcome. Even if meat isn't something ponies usually eat. I'm sorry if it offended you, but I felt getting you acclimated to the... culture here might be useful. But look at the time. I have to take care of a few things. I look forward to our 'little play-date' this evening. Ta-ta!"
She teleported away, before I could even say goodbye. I left the store in a panic, before returning, and buying our coursebooks.
"Heya, Twilight. Luna was sure acting funny, wasn't she."
"Hi Pinkie Pie." I lost concentration, and the books flew all over. "Pinkie Pie! Wait, when did you meet Luna?"
"She just teleported into the alley. I was right next to her, and she was all surprised to see me. She just flew off afterwards. But what's with her clothes?" Pinkie was one to talk. She had an arrow through her head, joke glasses and a nose (which I never understood until I came to this world, and saw a human), and bags full of other joke paraphanelia, most of which was wriggling around.
"I don't know, Pinkie. When she talked to me, she called herself 'Nightmare Artemis Sin'. This is bad."
"I'll say it's bad, all right. That is a terrible name."
"Where were you, anyway, Pinkie? I think I'll need all the girls together if she's gone bad again."
"Twilight, you would not believe the pranks I can pull with what was in Zonko's. And the candy! I got this at Honeydukes just for you! You gotta try it!"
She handed me a brown frog. Why are ponies trying to get me to eat meat today?
"It's chocolate!" She said, enticing me.
"Fine." I said. I went to take a bite, and the frog hopped away. I screamed.
"Pinkie!" I yelled. "I hate frogs! And snakes! Why would I eat a chocolate one?"
"Twilight," she sighed. "I hoped you would like biting a snake, or a frog, and not the other way around. I guessed wrong. But that's ok! I have lots more cool, magic candies for everypony to try!"
"Wait, how did you pay... you know what, forget I asked. Let's go get the rest of the girls. We have to come up with a plan for Luna."
"Artemis."
"I refuse to call her that."
I gathered our books back up off the street, and we went back to the square by the clothing stores. It looked like Rarity was done, and Dash and Applejack had returned.
"We can't sit around here in this street!" Pinkie said. "Twilight wants to have a meeting, and I know the perfect place! Follow me!" She vanished down a street, and we followed.
We walked into the dark, stained wooden building she entered. 'The Leaky Cauldron' was marked on the advertising shingle outside. We sat oddly (aside from Spike) at the booth Pinkie was already seated at.
"I don't think this is an improvement on the street." Dash complained, as she wriggled on the bench.
"For once, I am in complete agreement." Said Rarity.
"Check out the menu! This place looks great!" Spike spoke up.
"That's why I brought you here. Plus, Twilight usually uses a full table when she's planning." said Pinkie
"Plannin' what, exactly?" AJ's eyebrow was raised, under her hat.
I spelled out the whole situation with my odd encounter with Luna.
"Whoo-ee, is that a tough nut to crack. Sure do wish we had the Elements with us."
"But that's just the thing." I said. "We'll have them this afternoon, if the mail arrives. If she's gone bad, why would she give them to us?"
"This is just like when Discord was taunting us." Fluttershy fit in during a short silence.
"It is, isn't it." I said. "So this sounds like a trap."
"So we need a plan B." We all gave Rainbow a weird look. "What?" she shouted.
"I don't know about y'all, but I don't work, or think so hot on an empty stomach. Maybe we should all get some lunch?"
"You read my mind, Applejack." said Spike. "This 'steak and guiness platter' thing they have sounds interesting." I took it away from him after he ordered it. More meat? And alcohol? No. Just no.
So we ate lunch, and tried to come up with another plan for dealing with Luna, if she was Nightmare Moon, and if she was somehow protected from the Elements. We didn't come up with much. We would have several hours to kill at the castle before midnight, and most of my friends had plans for them. Rarity would be modifying clothes for us all, Dash was going to a Quidditch practice, AJ with her again. Pinkie had a party to prepare for, and Fluttershy was going to try to see the creatures kept for the 'Care of Magical Creatures' class. I figured my only shot was to see if the Wizards had any dangerous artifacts around to even our odds against the full might of Nightmare Moon, by taking a look through the library.
We returned to the castle, and did just that. The library was a complete bust. Plenty of interesting old enchanted artifacts, but nothing that seemed tailor made for the situation at hand. I couldn't manage to find the Headmaster's office to see if I could reach Celestia either. So, I gathered with my friends at our table outside the great hall shortly before dinner.
"So, how did it all go? Because my party is all set up!" Pinkie exclaimed.
"A complete bust. I don't have a plan B. But I do have the tiara. Everypony else got their element?" I asked. And got a group nod in reply.
"That's a shame." Said AJ. "Things went well enough for Rainbow. You wanna tell it, or can I?"
"You can." She said. "I kinda wanna hear how awesome I am from another pony's mouth."
AJ Rolled her eyes. "I got in an argument with Dash back in Spintwitches. See, ya need a few supplies for Quidditch. Quaffle ball, team uniform, and a flyin' broomstick. Dash got a ball and a uniform. And how is it comin' along, anyhow, Rarity?"
"I've finished it, and a full set of school uniforms for the rest of us, even if it was taxing without a sewing machine." She sighed. "I think I'll nap through dinner, I'm afraid."
"Anyhow," AJ continued. "Dash didn't buy a broomstick. I was plum confused, but she said she had a clever plan. I mean, I could see why, a broomstick's like eighty galleons, but still."
"You might need a broomstick," Dash taunted. "But I got these babies." She kissed one of her wings. "Hey, why didn't you go for a tryout? You're a great athlete, you'd just need a broomstick?"
"Flyin' through the air ain't my idea of a good time, Sugarcube. Besides, I looked at the rules, 'specially after that stunt you pulled at the practice. If I could use a lasso, I'd be right up there in the sky with 'ya, but that's explicitly against the rules. So, it looks like Quidditch just isn't the sport for me."
"What stunt she pulled? Was it a prank?" Asked Pinkie.
"Says in the official Quidditch Rulebook," Began AJ. "That every player needs a broomstick. Don't say nothin' about it bein a magic broomstick. So, Rainbow's eighty galleons richer, and the janitor's closet's one old, spindly broomstick shorter." AJ and Dash began laughing, followed shortly by Pinkie.
"Isn't that stealing?" I asked.
"I left two bits, I mean galleons where the broom was. That should be enough, right?" Dash asked, a little worried.
"As I was saying," Said AJ. "Dash has the worst broomstick in the world, and no uniform, and she just struts onto the field like she owns the place, and walks right up to Madame Hooch,"
Pinkie interrupted. "OOH! I thought we were the only ponies here? What's she like!"
AJ shook her head. "Another wizard. The Quidditch coach. Just happens to have the same name as great-uncle Hooch, back in Apple-achia. It's no coincidence he's as orange as me, 'course. Anyhow, Madame Hooch takes one look at Dash's equipment, and tells her to get off the field. I beg her to give Dash a shot, and she tells us to convince the Gryffindor captain. And $CAPTAIN agrees, after a whole lot of persuadin', and Dash takes to the skies."
"The last of the bristles fall off the broom, and Dash is just carrying a stick in her mouth. And she waits. They send those nasty bludger thingies at her, but she dodges easy. And finally, they pass her the Quaffle. Once that happens, I can finally see Dash's plan. She just barely catches it, 'cause it ain't designed for hooves, of course. And she just goes rocketing away with it, fast as, well, Dash. And she stops short in front of one of the hoops, right outside where you're supposed to, so you can try to make a goal."
"That Quaffle thingy didn't stop. Flew from her hooves like a cannonball. Way too fast for the keeper to do anything, and went through the hoop. Dash flies around, and grabs it on the other side. And she just hogs the Quaffle. Keeps scoring, easy as you please. And lickety-split. Ten points every twenty seconds. It was regular enough, and actually kinda boring, so I decided to look at the big clock."
"Boring? Boring! What the hay, AJ?" Dash shouted.
"You just kept doin' the same thing! Regular as a machine! Effective, sure, but boring!"
"Fine, I'll mix it up a little at the next match, because I made the team, naturally. Add in a little fancy flying."
"So, how'd your trip to the creatures go, Fluttershy?" Asked AJ.
"It didn't." She closed her eyes as she meekly replied.
"Oh, no, what went wrong?" I asked.
"Nothing."
"Oh, I asked for her help hanging some of the banners and confetti pots." Pinkie said.
"I just didn't get a chance to go yet." Fluttershy said.
"Oh, wait, I know! Since you helped me, I'll go with you when you go look at the creatures." Pinkie said.
"That actually sounds kind of interesting." I said. "And I could use a break from studying to think."
"Well, I'll be getting some beauty sleep. Outside of Slytherin" Said Rarity, shuddering.
"I'll keep watch for you, milady." Spike said.
"Ditto. Quidditch makes you tired." Rainbow added.
"I'll go with y'all too. I can't find my way 'round these parts, otherwise I'd probably try for that herbology place. Since I've seen applesauce at breakfast, there's bound to be new varieties here."
We went to the girl's bathroom, and donned our school uniforms. When we emerged, Spike got a nosebleed. I told him to stop picking it, while Fluttershy tried to stop the bleeding.
There were no announcements during dinner. And I made doubly sure not to eat anything that wasn't vegetative in nature. The atmosphere of the room was fairly subdued, most students seemed more interested in chowing down, rather than talking. We largely talked to the humans around us. Padma and Luna were filling me in on some of the recent news, like Quirrel's second death, his first death, the Sorceror's Stone, the troll, the Chamber of Secrets, Sirius Black, and many other dangerous events that had happened in recent years.
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<p>The Bearers of the Elements of Harmony have been called to Hogwarts by Countess Celestia. Celestia, and all the Wizards you remember in the Harry Potter books are acting very strangely, however, especially around a Slytherin named Ebony Darkness Dementia Way...</p><p>This is a crossover with the legendarily bad 'My Immortal'. It is different in the following ways (which may make it less funny, idunno)<br/>*It is told from Twilight's perspective, and largely has correct grammar/spelling/name consistency.<br/>*The Ponyvillians largely act in character (though few others do)<br/>*It is from the perspective of a voyeur watching the insanity of My Immortal unfold.</p>
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Chapter V: Cottage Industries
Pinkie, Applejack, Fluttershy and I went out toward the castle gate after Dinner. As we approached it, an agitated Filch ran up to us.
"Don't you even think of going out of the castle at night!"
"Why not?" I asked.
"It's not safe! And it's against the rules! I know you're up to something!"
"I just want to go see the creatures kept for the Care of Magical Creatures class, Mr. Filch." Fluttershy said. "Can't I go? Pretty please?" She turned on the big puppy-dog eyes.
"Hmm." He said. "Ah, I know. The penalty for you lot sneaking out is to go assist Mr. Hagridd for the night. Be sure to report to him, and do not get lost. The Forbidden Forest is forbidden for a reason! And keep a wary eye about. Many frightening creatures prowl the woods, and sometimes the grounds at night."
"Well, thankee kindly." Applejack told him, and we all gave him our thanks.
We walked down the path toward the creature containment area. We could see all manner of pens, cages, and tie-downs for the creatures. "How awful, that they have to use them! Wizards must have difficulty understanding the animals!" Fluttershy stopped near the cages, by a scattered field of pumpkins, and started to look in some of the cages. Some of the cages rocked at her approach. She was whispering 'Oh, you poor dear,' and similar sentiments, as she looked in, even into the violently rocking containers.
The rest of us were taking a look of our own, at the blast-ended skrewts, the giant spiders, hippogriffs, and other monsters, when suddenly Fluttershy gasped and hid behind Applejack.
"What's wrong, sugarcube?" She asked, and we all looked to Fluttershy.
"ohnoitsher" was all she could squeak out. She pointed a shaky hoof out toward an open area.
A griffin was tied down to a huge iron ring embedded in a large rock. It looked asleep. It was sitting half off the rock, in the dirt, at the end of the chain it was attached to. It had a full harness attached to it, and its beak was chained shut. Some kind of heavy glove coated its talons. She looked awfully familiar...
"Gilda!" Pinkie exclaimed, in an unusually dark tone.
"Oh, Dash's old friend." AJ said.
"Wait, what's she doing here? And wasn't she a jerk?" I asked.
Her sharp senses picked up on our conversation. Her catlike reflexes propelled her off the ground in a leap. A gutteral growl was confined to her throat by the chains. Her mitted hands stopped inches before Pinkie, as the chain went taut, and only the gloves kept me from seeing if Gilda did mean to choke her. Thwarted, she fell back on the ground, and began to cry.
"What in the hay did you do that for? And why are you even here?" AJ began her interrogation.
"Mfflwfflfffm." Gilda was incomprehensible.
"Well, let's at least get her side of the story." I said. I focused my magic on the muzzle around her beak. My magic failed. "What? The chains are somehow magic resistant!" I cried out.
"Why do we want 'her side of the story'? She's just a big grump!" Pinkie said.
"I know she just tried to... hurt you." I said. "But there are too many mysteries here, and I want some answers!"
"I don't care about that." Pinkie responded. "But she was mean to Fluttershy! Let her stay here and cry!"
"Pinkie," Fluttershy begged. "It's not right to keep an anyone chained. Even if they are a jerk." She looked Gilda in the eyes. "Will you be a nice griffin if we remove the muzzle?" Gilda nodded emphatically.
All of Gilda's previous energy was gone as she resignedly allowed Fluttershy to unhook and remove the muzzle. She carefully cracked her neck back and forth, and slid her jaw around.
"Now," Fluttershy asked firmly. "Apologize to Pinkie Pie."
"Sorry, Pinkie Pie." She said with a bit of sarcasm and mockery.
"Apologize for real. Please."
"I'm sorry I went after you, Pinkie Pie. I haven't eaten good in days, and I still blame you for that stupid party. It was like a reflex or something."
"Pinkie Pie?" The yellow pegasus said. "Don't you have something to say too?"
"I don't have anything to be sorry for!" She said.
"No, you don't. But you have to accept her apology."
"I refuse!"
"Like I even want that square's forgiveness." Gilda said. "The sooner I can lose the rest of these chains, the sooner I can get away from you lame-o ponies. She tried to steal the friendship of the only cool pony in Equestria, and succeeded. You won. Congratulations."
"In case you haven't noticed, we're your only shot of gettin' free of those chains." AJ said.
"You're gonna do it anyway, 'cause I have a hostage." Gilda wrapped her forelimbs around Fluttershy, who was still in reach. "And I am so. very. hungry."
Gilda and Fluttershy stared at each other for a moment. Gilda let go of Fluttershy and pushed her out of reach. "I just can't do it. I thought you were the lamest pony I ever saw, with those ducks following you, but you put your plot on the line, and gave me back my voice, even if all I've done with it is call you names. Go ahead. I deserve to rot here."
"I thought I was Equestria's top Party Pony." Pinkie was somehow next to Gilda. "But you've got me beat. This is the greatest pity-party I've ever seen."
"Go away, Pinkie Pie. I despise you."
"Well, you've got a problem." She said. "You've got lots of problems. But the main one is this: If you send away everypony you despise, how are you gonna send yourself away?"
Gilda started crying again. Fluttershy put a hoof on Gilda's shoulder. "There, there."
"Please, Gilda," I said. "Do you think you can tell us what happened? How you got here?"
Gilda pulled herself together, and caught her breath. "Yeah, I can't do anything right, but I can do that, at least."
"So, anyway, after Pinkie Pie's party, I left town. I lost. Everything. I just drifted around, and I slept in treetops, clifftops, and cloudtops. I just wandered. Sometimes I'd drift back toward Ponyville, but I'd just turn back. There's just no crossing a burnt bridge.
It went this way for a couple of months. I gave up. I went and stole a cache of booze. I got rip-roaring drunk. And I was going to take Pinkie Pie down a peg. Even if the rest of the ponies took me out for the count. I was flying crooked, and just as I was in sight of Ponyville, a cloud suddenly came outta nowhere, and flew right in my path. I couldn't see anything. But I was hit from all directions. Again and again. Within a few seconds, I was hit hard, on the back of the head.
I blacked out. When I came to, I still couldn't see. I had a black bag over my head. I tried to shout, to yell, but my beak was tied up. I was being carried somewhere, and my claws and legs were tied up. Whoever was carrying me didn't talk. At all. The bag came off, and I was tossed into a dungeon cell. I could see on the way out, that it was one of those damn silent royal guards.
I was in that cell for at least a week. Nobody spoke. Nobody presented any charges. I got out of the ropes and gag myself, but it was no use. Who was there to talk to. It was torture.
But there was one bright spot. There was a small library of books in there with me. I tore a few of them up in a rage, right when I got there, and I regretted it later. They were my only distraction. I read by sunlight, and just slept at night.
One night, after my bruises had healed from the beating I took, I woke up to find a rag pressed into my face. I blacked out again. When I woke up, I was bound up and in a cage. One of these 'humans' was next to me, and I was in some kind of dark, seedy bar. This guy next to me was playing some kind of card game. I was able to pick up on the rules, but the guy was playing it wrong. Like he was out to lose.
'All in. And the griffin as well.' He had a pair of twos. But the words chilled me to the bone. He lost that hand to the one I now know as Hagridd. When the game finished, the giant, hairy man grabbed my cage, and carried me off to here. I wanted to scream, but I was muzzled.
And it's been a nightmare ever since. When I put it that way, I guess it's been a nightmare since that party. I've been 'trained' by that damn Hagridd ever since. And I hate it.
I'm supposed to keep quiet. Nobody's cared what I've had to say, even when I wasn't wearing a muzzle. He demanded I act as a mount for stupid wizard kids. And to do really dumb tricks. At night, the handsy bastard touches me. In places. "Gilda shuddered. "
The food is crappy. He's even tried 'Animal Husbandry' "Fluttershy shuddered. "and put me in with the Hippogriffs from time to time. So I've basically been fighting off dumb Hippogriffs in my spare time.
And now? Some fatass from one of the older classes tried to ride me around last week. Crabbe. I really hate him, him and Goyle, and Malfoy. Heck, Weasley, Longbottom, really, I need to make a list of the humans I don't hate. That'd be, lemme see here, nope, hate 'em all.
Anyway, so I struggled, and got a good twenty feet over the ground, and dropped his fat ass. Then I landed on him, and gave him a good mauling. Or tried to. Those wizards pummelled me with their wands. So, now, I hear they're going to 'youth-in-ize' me. I don't want to be an egg again! It was hard enough growing up the first time, even with a friend like Dash. I don't want to do it here! I won't be strong enough to keep them from hurting me!"
AJ and Pinkie were baffled at the word euthanize. Fluttershy and I were horrified.
"Good news, Gilda, you won't have to worry about being turned into an egg." I said.
"Why, because you're going to free me?" She pleaded with her eyes.
"No, because that's not what euthanize means. It comes from the words eu, meaning good, thanos, meaning death, and ize, meaning to do. They plan on killing you."
Gilda shared the look of horror on Fluttershy's face. "Don't you worry none," Applejack reassured her. "Of course we're gonna get you outta this. Even Pinkie don't hate you that much. Heh heh."
"I don't hate her!" Pinkie objected. "I mean, she's violent, a bully, a grade A meanie pants, rude, and stupid. But there's gotta be something good about her. Otherwise Dash never would have been her friend. And maybe, just maybe, if Gilda remembers what those good things are, she can be friends with Dash again."
Gilda sniffled. "Thanks, Pinkie. I hope I can." She sighed. "But I wish I could go back sometimes, you know? That there was a youth-in-ize spell that I could use to do it all over. Because I can't really remember what it was like not to be a bully."
"I'll just have to show you how to be a good friend, Pinkie Pie-style!"
"Thanks. But how?"
"By being your friend, silly."
"I never agreed to be your friend."
"Sorry, Gilda, it's a package deal. I come with Dash, and Fluttershy too. And friends don't let friends get killed. Got anything, Twilight or Applejack?"
"This chain is as antimagical as the muzzle." I said.
"And it's got no handy catches to play with." AJ said. "We'd need the key to the lock."
"Oh, if only Rarity were here." I moaned. "She could probably pick this lock."
"I've got an idea, if, um, you think it'd work." Fluttershy said. She was standing next to a large axe embedded in a tree stump.
"Hmm." I rubbed my chin. "It'll be noisy. And I just bet those humans will be unhappy if you just left." I pointed to Gilda. "So we should probably run away afterwards to those trees. Gilda, do you think you're ready to run?"
"I was ready to get out of here before I arrived."
"Everypony else?"
They all nodded in agreement. "Let's get this show on the road!" I said. I tore the axe from the stump with my telekinesis, and brought it down at incredible speed, shearing the chain, and embedding the axe into the rock below. We galloped off, with Gilda flying before us, into the underbrush. We could hear behind us a door slam open, and a plaintive shout of "Gilda? Gilda! Where'd you get to? Me plan to hide you from the MOM wasn't until midnight!"
We hid in the underbrush for a good hour. The adrenaline rush was finally wearing off.
"Ok. We need a plan." I said.
"Do you have OCD or something?" Gilda asked. "Or are you just a goody-two shoes egghead."
"Twi is an egghead, sure." AJ decided to defend me. "But you've no right to talk to her like that. And her smarts have pulled our bacon outta the fire more times than I can count."
"Can you count to five, or is it one, two, three, many." Gilda retorted.
"Why you ungrateful! I've half a mind to truss you up like a pinata for that crab-guy.
"Girls! Stop!" I harshly hissed under my breath. "We. Need. A. Plan. To somehow hide Gilda until we can send her back to our world"
"Wait, we're on another world? So much for getting free from you ponies..."
"And," I continued "we need a plan for getting back into Hogwarts. We still have to confront Nightmare Luna."
"Wait, what? She's become Nightmare Moon again? I thought you ponies took care of her for good!"
"Shh. Hush now." Fluttershy quieted Gilda.
"Ok, between Gilda and Fluttershy, we might be able to fly in the rest of us one by one, and get back to the upper halls. Maybe. If a window's open. But stealth is key..." I began. I could feel a chill on my neck.
A creature, made of funeral shrouds and shadows descended upon us. The empty pits of its eye sockets stared at the underbrush we were in. It was drawing nearer, and the chill I felt became stronger. I could hear a soft, keening noise.
Pinkie sprang out of the underbrush. "Ha, ha, ha!" The creature momentarily recoiled. Then it drew forward quickly, and swept Pinkie up. It made to bite her face. "Ha, ha, ha!" The bite was interrupted, and in that moment, Pinkie kissed it on the forehead.
It shrieked in agony. Pinkie dropped back upon the ground as it lost its grip. It thrashed for a few moments, and then burst into spectral green flame. Its shadowy substance boiled off into the air, and a thin hint of a human skeleton was the last bit of it to disintegrate.
"I take back everything I have ever said about ponies being lame." Gilda stated.
"Heh, just Pinkie Pie bein' Pinkie." AJ told her.
"I think we should move, in any case." I said.
We moved around the perimeter of the forest. We stopped a few minutes later to rest again.
"Hey, Orange," Gilda began.
"That's Applejack, missy. Orange is my Auntie."
"Sorry. Hey, Applejack, mind helping me with these stupid mitts?"
As AJ began fighting with the latches on them, I tried to work out another plan. But nothing was springing to mind. AJ undid the last of them, when a black chariot descended from the sky, right near us. It was a strange sight, no pegasi pulled it, and it was largely devoid of marking, aside from a large sign on the end, bearing the numbers 6,6,6.
"Aaah! Aliens!" Gasped AJ.
The door of it swung open. We sunk lower into the bushes. Two humans emerged from the doors. Music we didn't much like also came from within the chariot.
The two humans walked towards the trees.
"What the fucking hell?" Asked the female, angrily.
"Ebony?" The male asked.
"What?" 'Ebony' snapped.
They leaned close, and kissed.
I saw they were dressed largely in black, but not for long.
"What are they doing?" Asked AJ.
"Are they doing what I think they're doing...??" I added.
"You mean, the nasty?" Gilda replied.
"Ooooooooh!" Pinkie began to blush.
"Not very well, if I'm any judge." muttered Fluttershy. We all turned to her, shocked.
"What?" She asked. "I keep a lot of animals around. I think you can do the math, Twilight."
He'd backed her against a tree. "Now that you mention it, Fluttershy" said AJ "Does seem a bit mechanical, to me. Just all kindsa humpin'. I seen cider presses more interestin' than this."
"I know. Maybe human anatomy doesn't allow much in the way of variation. Like porcupines. But if they're anything like spider-monkies, or gorillas, I'd expect them to do almost as many things as ponies can..." Once the topic got to ponies, she suddenly blushed. "Not that, um, I'd know too much about that..."
"C'mon, Fluttershy, you were the school bicycle back in Junior Speedsters." Gilda punched Fluttershy playfully on the shoulder. Fluttershy gave Gilda a death glare. "Sorry. I don't know what I can joke about with you lot yet. And that was a joke. Obviously!"
Gilda broke our silence a few moments later. "So, are we just gonna watch these two screw, or what? If I knew there was going to be a show, I'd have brought popcorn."
Pinkie just passed her the box of popcorn, while noisily chewing her own share. Gilda was speechless, and AJ just grabbed Gilda on the shoulder, and shook her head.
The Ebony girl was orgasming. "Oh, oh, oh!" Or at least faking one.
"Yeah, Gilda's right." I said. "We should leave, and get back to Hogwarts."
But we were interrupted once again. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING YOU MOTHERFUKERS!" proclaimed Dumbledore.
"You ludacris fools!" He shouted. "You are going back to Hogwarts with me!" The two shamefaced students gathered their clothes, and followed him out of the clearing. The girl was crying on the way out.
"Was she crying blood?" Asked Gilda.
"How could you tell?" AJ asked.
Gilda sniffed the air. "That's how. Got a nose for hunting. And it sure smelled like blood. Now, I'm no awesome vet, like Fluttershy here, but that ain't a good sign." Fluttershy looked to the ground and blushed at the compliment.
"No, that's a sign of severe head trauma, or hemorrhagic fever." Fluttershy expertly mumbled at the ground.
"Guys!" Pinkie's head popped out from the flying chariot. "I have the greatest idea!"
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<p>The Bearers of the Elements of Harmony have been called to Hogwarts by Countess Celestia. Celestia, and all the Wizards you remember in the Harry Potter books are acting very strangely, however, especially around a Slytherin named Ebony Darkness Dementia Way...</p><p>This is a crossover with the legendarily bad 'My Immortal'. It is different in the following ways (which may make it less funny, idunno)<br/>*It is told from Twilight's perspective, and largely has correct grammar/spelling/name consistency.<br/>*The Ponyvillians largely act in character (though few others do)<br/>*It is from the perspective of a voyeur watching the insanity of My Immortal unfold.</p>
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Chapter VI: Clock Down, Drag Out Fight
We all piled in to the vehicle. The seats were soft, and comfortable.
"Ugh," I said. "We have to figure out how to turn off this music!"
With loud tearing noises, the music stopped. Gilda had shredded the speaker cones. "Done, and done."
"That's one way to git'r'done. Rarity would have a fit, though. Heh." AJ chuckled.
"Now for the rest of the vehicle." My telekinesis probed the vehicle, and the spell I'd modded from Rarity kicked into gear. I'm not the most mechanically inclined pony, but by cheating with magic, I figured out the car fast enough. "Maybe Mr. Benz there in the clearing won't mind the speaker damage if we return his car to Hogwarts." I said. "Sure liked to put his name all over this thing, though."
"If you had a sweet ride like this, wouldn't you?" Asked Pinkie.
"So. Awesome." Gilda mimicked Dash, as the car began to rise under my direction. I flew above the forest to get my bearings. I spied the castle, and flew the car in slightly above the walls. The moment I was above the parapets, the car lurched, as the spells that made it fly were disenchanted. My horn glowed bright white with power, as I slowed its descent magically.
"Everypony hold on!"
"Not a pony!"
"You know what I mean!"
We crashed into a small fountain. The shiny finish of the car was horribly scratched. The outer body panels were a bit bent. The frame was largely intact. The doors swung out with a little difficulty, and we gathered around the car.
AJ doffed her hat to pay her respects. "Mr. Benz ain't gonna care about them speakers now, I reckon."
"I think I hear a party calling me..." Pinkie said.
"Tiring day, gotta get some shuteye." AJ said.
"Aah! Gotta hide!" I screamed.
"Hey! What about me? I'm wanted dead or alive here!" Gilda angrily shouted. "Where can I hide?"
That snapped me out of panic mode. "The top of the clocktower. We have to go there at midnight to face Luna. Afterwards, we'll find a better place for you. Now, girls, get back to your common rooms, and get ready to face her. I'll bring Rarity when it's time. We meet at the base of the clocktower at eleven."
Then we fled the scene. Gilda flew off, flying from shadow to shadow, upwards to the roof of the clock tower. Which I noticed was already at ten. Time enough to reach the Element of Magic. The door's question was difficult. "What is the nature of phlogiston?" Fortunately, I'd been briefed on today's passcodes. "Erroneous."
I burst into my room, startling Luna. "Hi, Twilight. You spooked me. Where have you been?"
"Sorry, Luna. I've been in a rush all night..." I gave her the brief details of our trip to Hagridd's cottage, Gilda, and the strange behaviour of Luna. As well as a short version of Nightmare Moon and the Elements of Harmony. I began to pack my Tiara.
"Is there anything I can do to help?" She asked.
"I'm sorry, but I don't think so." I said. "If the Elements don't work, I'm not sure the combined powers of all of Hogwart's students could take Luna down. And I don't want to put you in danger, or get you in trouble. But I am very thirsty after the trip up those stairs. Could you get me a glass of water?" She got me one.
"Are you sure? I really want to help."
"Luna is Equestria's problem. I can't just ask Earth to take care of her. Oh, I know. You could find a way to contact Dumbledore, or Celestia. They might know of another way of defeating her, if it comes to it."
I left, and took a sheet with me. I galloped down the hall, and threw the sheet down the grand stairway. I jumped on the sheet, and used it to slowfall down the shaft. I stopped at the bottom, and headed to Slytherin. When I got near, I reached out with a spell, and tapped into the enchantment powering Spike's mailing power. Rarity emerged from Slytherin with Spike shortly after.
"I don't think I could take another minute in there." She said.
"Get any sleep?" I asked.
"Plenty!" said Spike.
"Yes! With such an fierce guardian, I slept very well. Until 'Enoby' came back. Apparantly from a tryst in the woods, with her paramour Draco. Such a dreadful name."
"I thought it was Mercedes Benz..." I muttered.
"What was that?" She asked.
"Nevermind. Good, you're rested. We'll be ready to take on Luna, if it comes to it."
"I sure hope not." Yawned Spike. "And if it comes down to a cool magic fight, I don't think I can stay awake. Where's Owlowicious?"
"He'll be gone until the morning." I said. "You can sleep on my back on the way up, #1 assistant."
He took me up on my offer immediately.
Forty. Flights. Of Goddamn. Stairs. It took forever. Rarity and I were both winded when we reached the base of the Clocktower. AJ, Dash, Pinkie, and Fluttershy were already there, waiting for us. We collapsed in front of them.
"Twilight, you should really race me more often. Then you wouldn't be so tired." Dash said.
"Heh, or she could help me buck apples the hard way." AJ added.
From the floor I shook my hoof at them. In a minute, Rarity and I could stand.
"Well, in we go, I guess. Everypony got their element?" I asked.
"Yes." Was the unanimous reply.
We opened the door to the clocktower. We looked up. Colossal gears meshed with each other, driven by chains, racks, and pawl mechanisms. A pendulum stretched the entire length of the tower.
"Well, I can fly through there," Said Rainbow, looking at the whirling metal death trap, "But I don't think there's an easy way for the rest of us."
"Hmm," I pondered. "If we climb the gears, let the bevels carry us up, cling to the chains, precisely time our way through the descending crusher platforms, past the bone chucking skeletons and nests of bats, dodging the boomerang axe throwing animated suits of armor, making sure not to touch the candles on the walls that are our only illumination, and finally time a jump through a meshing set of giant gears at the top, we can face an immortal, possibly crazy god-empress."
"Or you can use the stairs." Pinkie said.
We looked over to her. She'd opened an unmarked door. It had the maintainence stairway. More #%$ stairs, but it beat the alternative. We trudged up them too.
Luna was resting upon an ornate chair. It was at the head of a dining table, lit by candleabras set upon the floor. The room was fairly empty otherwise. Chairs surrounded the table, sized to fit ponies. She was wearing a metal garment that resembled her ancient armor. A helmet was set carelessly upon the back of the throne, and she was drinking from a wine goblet. When we entered, she spat out the red wine all over the floor, and half the dining table.
"What? I didn't expect you so soon!" She blurted out. "How did you get through the clock tower? That place was a death trap! I mean, I didn't expect it to do more than delay you, but still!"
"Stairs." I panted.
"What? Where?" She asked.
"Over here. Pinkie found 'em." AJ answered.
"I... they're not on the building plans!"
"Pinkie's just like that." Rarity said. "You get used to it."
Luna coughed, and tried to compose herself. "I have set out a humble repast for you. Care for a bit of light refreshment?"
"Huh?" Dash and AJ gave her confused looks.
Luna wiped her face with her hoof. "Care for something to eat? Appetizer? A drink?"
I floated over a glass of water. I was thirsty again. Rainbow lifted up a chafing dish, didn't like what she saw in it, and dropped it. I finished the water.
"Anyway," I began, "I demand some answers! Have you fallen once again? Why change your name?"
"Aah, much better." She smiled, and took a sip of her wine. "Yes, my dear Elements. The power of the night flows again through my veins. I have retaken my place in the heavens. All shall tremble, and know again the Nightmare, and bow before me in supplication and worship!"
"No way!" Shouted Dash. "We bow to Celestia because she's earned it, and because she loves us! We won't bow to a bully! No matter what power you take!"
"Has she earned it, now?" Luna asked. "Just what has she done for you lately? Piled her tasks, and the chores of state upon you? Has she offered you the captaincy of the Wonderbolts, O best young flier of Equestria?"
"Shut up!" was the answer.
"But come, my little ponies, go ahead. Purge the power of the Nightmare from me again, if you dare!"
"Tyranny will always fall to the power of true frienship!" I said. We charged the elements.
I could feel the energy pulse through me. The rainbow power flowed out, and struck Nightmare Artemis. She was enveloped in searing light.
When we opened our eyes, she was still there.
"Did you really think, after being defeated by the Elements twice, I'd permit them to interfere again? Did you really think I'm that dumb, that I wouldn't find a way to resist them?"
"No..." I began.
"Thank you, Twilight. I'm glad that you, the smartest pony I've met in a millenium, think I'm not dumb. That almost makes me feel bad about what I've done to you."
"And just what have you done to her?" AJ demanded.
"Ah, ah, ah, my honest farmer friend. Allow me a moment to gloat, if you please?"
"How cliche." Rarity said under her breath.
"I'm so disappointed, Rarity. Surely, I'd expect you, of all ponies, to appreciate a fine narrative conceit like the villainous monologue? It's simply how it's done, my dear. But let me be brief in my exposition. But first," She walked toward the table, and pulled up another dish. She removed a small dessert and started eating it.
"I may be resistant to the Elements of Harmony," She munched noisily. "But nopony can resist the delicious taste, and marshmallow creme filling of a Chattanooga Moon Pie." She polished off the remainder. "Worried?" She asked Rarity, while raising her eyebrows. Rarity gave an exasperated noise in reply.
"Eh-hem". She cleared her throat of the residual fluff. "I knew you would come to cleanse me of my new-found power at some point or another. But I couldn't have you just running about, that might disrupt some of my other plans. So, I brought you here with the elements to challenge me. Bam! All loose ends tied up. Unless you have a plan B?" She asked me.
"Didn't have time to look one up." I said, with a voice tinged with defeat.
"Splendid." She said. "So, how did she do it, I'm sure you're asking? How did she beat the Elements of Harmony? Simple, they require living weilders."
"Wait, we're all here." AJ stated.
"True." Luna said. "Just as I'd expect from the Element of Honesty. However, you're not all alive."
"What?" We all asked in shock.
"How much do you ponies know about Vampirism?"
"Plenty." Dash spat.
"Do you know how Vampirism spreads?"
"No..." AJ responded.
"Vampirism spreads when a normal pony drinks the blood of a vampire, rather than the other way around. Do you recall my little gift at breakfast, Twilight?"
"Yes..."
"Black Pudding. From Luna. I do so love wordplay, don't you, Twilight?"
I retched. "You mean..."
"Yes. I meant it literally. Tell me, how did the blood of a goddess taste?"
I emptied my stomach, too late, on the floor. "Wait, you're a vampire?" Applejack demanded.
"Yes. I attained the enlightenment of the blood here from the master after I arrived."
"You monster!" AJ screamed. "You don't deserve to return to Equestria!"
"It was not by my hoof that I again gain power. Humans schemed to bring me here, and elevate me to true divinity once again."
"You twist pony souls, and make them thralls!"
"The same could be said of all true deities."
"Your words are as empty as your heart! Equestria doesn't want a Princess like you!"
"What is a pony? A smiling shell quivering for a word of praise, or damnation. But enough talk, time for action!" Luna cast her wineglass behind her, shattering it, as she once more got off her chair. She levitated her helmet upon her head, completing the armor of the nightmare.
"I am impressed by your knowledge, yokel." She spoke to Applejack. "Few ponies know the heirarchy of vampires, or of thralls. But there is one thing you don't know."
"And what's that?" Applejack was in Luna's face.
"That there are five vampires in this room with me."
They grabbed all of us but Spike and me. I struggled to my feet.
"I... don't care." I choked out through my nausea. "I'm going to stop you, if it takes every bit of my magic!"
"I... don't care." She mocked me. "You are my thrall! You will obey me!" The magic I was gathering dissipated. A force pushed me to my knees. Her hair came alive once again, and pulled my head up. "But don't worry, my precious Twilight. So very soon, a cornucopia of delights awaits you."
"As for the rest of you..." She advanced on Rarity. "I do so miss my retainers. A handmaiden, perhaps? You design such exquisite dresses..."
"I'd sooner die!"
"Yes." a dark fire burned in Luna's eyes.
"What else does my court-in-exile need, I wonder. A master chef? A shield maiden? An envoy? A masseuse? A fax machine?"
"What's a fax machine?" Asked Spike.
"Oh, I will have such fun with this. And such exquisite pleasure awaits you all so soon." Her telekinesis fondled Applejack's flank, as AJ put on a brave face. She addressed her servants. "Drink, my followers. It is time to welcome the newest members into our fold."
Fluttershy squeaked, and the rest of the girls screamed. The vampires bent down to attack their necks.
The wall serving as the face of the clock exploded. A stocky man wearing nothing but a pair of briefs came through the glass, getting a hundred small cuts. He landed beside Fluttershy. The surprise stunned the vampires.
"What is the meaning of this outrage!" Demanded Nightmare Artemis.
Alastor 'Mad-Eye' Moody drew himself to his full short, but imposing height. His eye fixed itself on the vampire before him. His other eye fixed itself on Luna. He grunted in pain, and exertion. He drew his wand.
The vampire by Fluttershy was quicker on the draw. "Expelliarmus!" The wand went flying into the night. Moody reached out. With a wrench, a tearing noise, and a wet squelching he had the vampire's wand. And his arm.
"Nobody." SCHPLAT. "HURTS!" THWACK. "FLUTTERSHY!" SCHLORP!
He punctuated each word by hitting the vampire in the face with his own severed arm. Froth and spittle began to spill from his lip as he went into a berserkened rage. Fluttershy was crying, and holding her hooves over her face. The vampire went down.
"ENEMIES!" He shouted. "I. NEED. ENEMIES!". He advanced on AJ's assailant, but AJ was quicker. She turned to him, and spat in his face. He screamed, as the garlic clove she'd been chewing coated his face. Distracted, she stole his wand out of his robe, and bucked it into his chest. He disintegrated into ash. She pulled it out, and faced Luna.
I was helpless to assist anypony. Moody advanced on Rarity's attacker. He fled. Until his robes held him up, thanks to Rarity's magic. Spike feverishly wrote a letter. Rainbow Dash was leading hers on a merry chase around the room, as he had no chance of catching up. Fluttershy shivered on the floor. But Pinkie...
Her vampire bit her neck, and drank deep. He stopped after a moment.
A look of surprise crossed his face. As blood trickled out of Pinkie's neck, he stared at his hands. I did too. They started to shake. Soon, it became a full, standing seizure of his body. His extremities blurred. Soon, the terrible friction of it shook him apart, and he burst into flame.
"How..." I gasped at her.
"I guess some people can't handle their sugar." She winked back.
Fluttershy dropped her hooves. A look of terrible rage consumed her face, and she flew up out of my sight. I turned to Luna.
"Even if we fail, Dumbledore and Celestia will find a way to stop you. You can't even throw a dinner party, what makes you think you can conquer the world."
She turned herself to me. "You will give me my proper due, thrall! Dumbledore is a fool, and Celestia..." She caught Applejack, as she tried to stake her.
"I am once more impressed with your knowledge of vampire lore. But I. Am. A. Goddess. You have no more chance against me than an apple against a juicer! Good try, better luck next life!" Luna telekinetically threw Applejack out the face of the clock.
"Noooo!" We screamed.
"YOU WILL PAY!" Gnashed Moody. "YOU'RE A HUGE PONY! I BET YOU HAVE HUGE GUTS! TIME FOR AN AUGURY!" He advanced on her menacingly, near naked, arm in hand. But he didn't get the last laugh.
"What's black, and blue, and deaf and clueless?" Fluttershy asked. She pulled the tied rope with her teeth. It came undone.
From the belltower, the huge copper bell descended. With a deafening 'CLONG' it crushed Luna. It cracked the floor, and fell through a large hole, all the way down. Fluttershy landed next to the hole. Tears fell from her eyes.
"Ding-dong, the bitch is dead." She said. Her face alternated between horror and terrible rage. "Now which one of you do I have to hurt now?" She pleaded. "Do I have to put Twilight down?" she sobbed, and collapsed at the end of the pit.
"I'm so, so sorry." A calmed down Moody said.
"You don't have to hurt anypony, anymore." Applejack said. "You're the kindest pony there is." She hugged Fluttershy. "And that's the honest truth."
"Applejack!" Rarity squealed with delight. "How ever did you survive? Did Dash save you?"
"Nope!" shouted Dash. Her vampire finally cornered her. "Need a hand here!"
Moody threw the arm, and the wand at the end stuck in the vampire's back. The vampire disintegrated to ash.
"You never left a friend hangin'." Said a voice from above. "Always liked that about you. Took far to long to rub off though."
"GILDA?!" Dash landed next to her.
"Dash. I woulda helped in that fight, but I was too tired hauling tubby here up to the top." She pointed at Moody. "You could stand to eat a few less apple pies too, AJ."
We laughed. "How did you meet Moody?" I asked.
"Well, I saw you all gather at the tower, and that woke me up." He absentmindedly scratched his briefs. "I was way short on time to get to here. Couldn't even grab my robes. My eye sees everything, even through walls. When I noticed feathered miss shortcut here, I took a flying leap and deputized her. And granted her a pardon from euthanasia."
"Was that before, or after the part where we tried to kill each other?"
"Details. She feebly got me to the top just in the nick of time."
"I wouldn't be so feeble if you didn't eat so much lard!" Gilda sighed in relief. "But you helped me save Fluttershy after she saved my bacon. I'm glad I could return the favor so soon. Moody, you're in an exclusive club. You're the first human I don't hate."
"YOU HAVE SAVED NOTHING!" A very pissed off looking Luna said from the top of the stairs.
"Moody! I saved this! Catch!" Gilda tossed him his wand.
"Stupefy!" He screamed. A red bolt drove Luna back.
She threw a thunderbolt in his general direction. "Protego!" He put up a shield, nullifying it, but was thrown back. "Petrificus Totalus!" He squeezed off, locking her limbs. She merely frowned, and hit him with another bolt. This time, he was thrown off the building. Gilda and Dash dove after him.
"I am very, very cross with all of you. Especially," She glared. "Fluttershy."
"Twilight! Arise! And drink your fill of your former friends!"
From the corner of my eye, I saw something that gave me hope. With everything in my will, I resisted her.
"No."
"Drink!"
"She said no!" Spike inhaled, and threw a little fireball at her face. It made her face a little sooty. He began hyperventilating.
"Spike said it perfect, black snooty!" Pinkie shouted. "Geranimo!" She bounced toward Luna.
Rarity and Applejack charged too. Luna was blinded by her helmet pulled down over her by Rarity, and Applejack charged with a pencil. Pinkie was bouncing on Luna's back.
"ENOUGH!" A shockwave of energy pulsed from her, and knocked my friends over, and out.
"Twilight, you will drink! And oh, how you will all suffer for weeks for your insolence!"
"No," I said, with my will fading. "I will not drink, not on my last sunrise on Earth." The sun peaked above the mountains, flooding the room with light.
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Eclipse
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1521
| 1 |
Sad,Slice of Life,Tragedy
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Remember the Spectrum
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Dash had gotten into high straits before, but this one ending in her getting hospitilized
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cancelled
| -1 | -1 |
<p>Rainbow Convinced Fluttershy, and somehow Gilda to come with her for some high-stakes training in the Everfree Forest. The experience doesn't end well, for any of the party involved.<br /><br />[THIS WAS EXTREMELY RUSHED. So I'll see to it as re-written, the ratings are… Well bad, but I still love this concept. Even though I killed two of the Mane 6 in it, but after writing a remake of 'cupcakes' two did not even compare. The scene in the Everfree Forewst will be extenended, I'm going to add more dialouge, and ultimately spruce up the ending a bit. Plus my browser messed up italicizing half of the story. I'll try to not rush anymore, i'll take my time from now on. I have great ideas, but they're wasted because of my dreadful habit as to rush the damn things. So, I'll work on one for a while until It gets to a point where I can alternate stories. Thanks for any criticism, it has insprired me to take slow pride in my writing. Don't let the feeling of imcompleteness ruin it, I'll have a redux within the time zone of two months.]</p>
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everyone
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2011-10-15T15:08:41+00:00
| 1,421 |
Rainbow Dash woke up in a hospital bed, a faint beeping in her ear. She was on life support, and she knew it; but after the events that had unfolded, she was lucky to even be waking up. Pinkie sat next to Dash's bed, with her hair droopy and straight, the way it was when she picked her up for her surprise birthday party. Her eyes lit up seeing Rainbow Dash moving, even if it was only slightly. She shot up and hugged the cyan pagasus, sending shockwaves of pain throughout her body.
"Oh Dashie! They said you would never wake up! They said you didn't stand a chance of survival! I'm so so so so so so glad that all of them were wrong!" tears were rolling out of the pink mares eyes. Her fear that Dash might not remember her.
Dash slightly sat up, "Pinkie Pie... You are so," she coughed violently; blood coming from the cough, "...random..." she finally managed to get out. She was wracked with unreal amounts of pain, but she had a full recollection of the events that had taken place. "I should've listened..." she left out another violent cough, "...to Fluttershy. She knew the forest was dangerous..." she coughed again, spewing blood onto the stunned Pinkie's face. "I never listen, and that will probably be the death of me..." she said grimly, but managed a half-hearted smile. "So how're Fluttershy, and Gilda?"
Pinkie looked grimly down, "F-Fluttershy..." she said tears rolling from her eyes steadily, "Sh-She passed away a few days ago, her body could no longer take the stress of it all. We're holding the funeral next week, i'm sorry Dashie... We know how much you liked her... Even though you didn't show it... We know it wasn't your fault." Pinkie sat down, wiping her tears, only to be greeted by more spewing out her eyes like a waterfall.
Rainbow Dash froze, Fluttershy... Dead from her actions. Though Pinkie said i wasn't Dash's fault, Rainbow Dash knew, it really was all her fault! One of her closest friends, dead; taken unmistakingly, but on accident, by the cyan pagasus. "No... I-It can't be! F-Fluttershy, can't have died! I-I never got a chance to say I'm sorry!" Dash's eyes filled with tears, as she weep heavily, starting a noticable sob. "I never even got to say good by-y-yeeeeee!" she said her tears spewing into the room, the atmosphere changing to a melencholy tone.
Pinkie didn't like it just as much as her friend didn't, "I'm sorry Dashie, it's true... She told me to tell you, she forgives you. You were one of her favorites... She also told me to tell you, if you pulled through, to take care of Angel for her. Sucha gentle creature, and Fluttershy even in death, expressed her love for others, other than selfishness. She said it was nice to see something as beautiful as a sonic rainboom in her final moments." Pinkie's eyes closed, shaking the horror out of her mind. Hoping to forget what happened and hope Dash survived. "Ar-Are you hurting badly?" Pinkie asked, her eyes still teary.
Rainbow's smile receeded, "More than you would believe Pinkie..." a string of violent coughs, shot blood into the room. Tainting the very air with the fresh blood coming from most likely an internal injury. "But i'll be fine, I-I've been through worse y'know," Dash said, obviously lying to make the sensitive mare more comfortable. "So, i-is Gilda okay? I-I don't think I could live with myself if my recklessness took two of my friends lives." Fighting back tears, on the verge of an emotional breakdown, even her very breaths hurt her immensly. Each breath raspy, and jittery, as if she was shivering cold.
Pinkie smiled, "She's still comatose, she hasn't woken up. Doctors say she won't pull through, but they said she had a better chance than you, and Here you are! Me and you talking, just like old times," then Pinkie frowned, it wasn't like old times; Fluttershy was dead, and Dash was seriously injured. Life was unfair, Pinkie wanted the way life was before, when all her friends were alive and well. Pinkie started bawling, tears harshly streaming themselves down her face. "I-I'm sorry Dash, b-but I miss Fluttershy, we all d-do... And we miss you too Dashie, please pull through... For us..." the pink mare's undereyes were red from crying, her face contorted with sadness.
Rainbow Dash couldn't help but lower her head, saddned by her usually peppy friend, now having an emotional breakdown right in front of her. "Pinkie, If I don't pull through, I'll meet with Fluttershy in the afterlife. And we'll patiently wait, for the day our friends come to join us." Rainbow's eyes began to water, and so did Pinkie's. "Go get the girls, I ought to tell you girls the story. For the sake so you know what heppened to Fluttershy, how my neglegence for anypony's life got her brutally killed." Rainbow Dash frowned, closing her eyes, softly letting out tears for her fallen friend. You were my favorite too Fluttershy...
A nurse pony came in, "I'm sorry, visiting hours are over. You'll need to leave now, come back during visiting hours tomorrow." Pinkie looked at the nurse, and nodded, trotting to the door.
"Dashie..."
"What Pinkie Pie?"
Pinkie blushed and looked at the broken flier, "Please don't leave me..." she said then being escorted out by a nurse.
Rainbow dash cried, Pinkie's words swimming around in her mind, festering; taking over her thoughts, she decided to rest for a bit. She closed her eyes and felt a warm embrace....
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Rainbow Dash was oawoken by a sudden surge of electricity, she jolted awake. "O-Ow... W-What's going on?" She asked confused on why they had a defibilator on her breasts.
"Your heart stopped, we had to keep you alive. At least for you to attend your friend's funeral. It's the least we could do, given the circumstances," a doctor explained
Rainbow Dash slouched back, "I-...I died?" she asked them confused, dumbfounded so to speak.
"So to speak, yes. Your friends came in an notice you'd stopped breathing, we're hooking you up to a heart moniter. It will warn us if so ever, your heart stops again." a nurse said letting the friends in, who proceeded to run up and hug their wonderful cyan friend.
"Oh Rainbow Dash! You're alive! Thank Celestia you're okay!" rarity said, her voice shaky. Hugging her broken friend, afraid to let go.
Rainbow Dash smiled, "Thanks guys... For being here for me... And Fluttershy... in..." she started crying knowing the extent of emotional damage she'd done to her friends, "Final moments." Rainbow Dash was crying, a weeping sort of wail, which she stopped because it reminded her of the cry she'd done when Fluttershy was with her in the Best young fliers competition.
Twilight smiled, "What else could we do, what are friends for?" hugging Dash tightly, hurting her a bit.
A raspy voice, noticable as still Gilda's came from behind the curtain in the same room. "Dash, we don't blame you. Nopony could've predicted what your sonic rainboom would do..." Gilda let out a violent cough, chilling Rainbow's blood; making her feel cold. "I won't be around much longer Dash... The rockslide trapped me, and gravel got pushed down my throat, hence this dreadful raspy voice. It tore up my insides, I'm on artificial life right now. Living on Borrowed time, the machine is only set to keep me aline until after Fluttershy's Funeral to be help in the town square. Then... they'll have to pull the plug on me." Gilda's coughing made Rainbow cringe, she could see the gravel come out of her mouth alongside blood. "Just remember the good times, all the great adventures we had; together." Gilda said, and then laughed, "I guess you could say my voice truly is gravelly." she said letting out another cough.
Rainbow Dash sobbed, "Please Gilda, not you too! I can't live with two of my friends dying! Please pull through!" Dash's thoughts were that if Gilda died, she hoped she would too. "Please don't leave me-he-he!" her voice whiny.
Gilda stopped laughing, "Dash, you're stronger than this. Which I why you're pulling through so well. We were weak Dash, and it's showing now. I'll join Fluttershy in the afterlife, and we'll happily, and patiently wait for your arrival." Gilda said, then colsing her eyes and going back to sleep.
Applejack saw the despair in Dash's eyes, "Aw, Dash. It ain't yer fault, please don't take it to hard." Her words did not soothe Rainbow Dash, they actually made her more grim.
"I called all of you here to tell you what happened. I thought you girls should know how my selfish ways signed the death warrent of my best friends." She sighed, and then began her tale.
We were in the Everfree Forest, for some truly awesome high-stakes flying lessons. It was a spntaneous idea of mine, I should've listened to Fluttershy's warnings. Maybe... she'd still be alive right now.
"Come on Dash, your tricktionary is seriously outdated," Gilda said jokingly.
"Is not! I'll prove it to ya'! I'll do a sonic rainboom in the middle of the forest!" Rainbow Dash retalliated to Gilda's comment, "Just you watch!" With that Rainbow Dash took to the air, soaring high before turning down into a nose dive. "Come on... Come on!" she gained momentum, and a rainbow bursted from nothingness, she'd done it!
Gilda was flabbergasted, "Whoa! That legendary move takes some serious skills!" Gilda congratulated her friend, until a low rumbling sound started to engulf their hearing.
Fluttershy screamed, which was uncommon, "A-AVALANCHE!" she bagan to run, but was quckly crushed under tons of boulders, and trees.
Gilda and Rainbow Dash ran, but seeing Fluttershy get trapped under the rocks, made her turn around to help her, she tried to pull the crushed yellow pegasus from the rubble, until she was crushed by the very same rocks. And her world went cold, and black...
Rainbow Dash finished, "I-I tried to help her... But I couldn't get her out... And I suffered the same crushing feeling, she felt... And ultimately died from..." Dash's face changed, her grim look now turned bleak, emotionless. All of the muse she had in life, were cursed to die; and from her actions.
All of her friends were crying at the short but devastating story, wiping each other's eyes in reaction to it.
Rarity spoke, "At least you t-tried dear... It's all that really matters after all," lying to keep Dash from losing it.
All of her friends grouped in for a hug, and said their goodnights, as Rainbow Dash lie her weary, and guilt driven head, to rest...
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ It was the day of Fluttershy's funeral, everypony in Ponyville, and even Zacora was there, wiping tears from her eyes from the fallen mare. "We are all gathered here today to remember Fluttershy. Though very shy, she would talk and help us in our times of need, and fix our animals when they were sick. She was a great friend, and a wonderful pegasus. Everypony will remember her fondly." the mayor finished.
Zacora was first to speak, "I knew Fluttershy quite fondly, she had done just wonderful things for me. I will miss her shy persona, but to know her at all, was quite the honor." She stepped down crying softly and placing a single rose on the casket. Everypony proceeded to talk about Fluttershy, and when it was all over, the mayor talked about Gilda.
"Though me may not know her well, he is on artificial life, and will die today. We will remember her, for she was the friend of Rainbow Dash. May they have a wonderful afterlife." the mayor finished. Crying at the large picture of Fluttershy, and walking away.
Rainbow Dash approached the coffin. "Well Fluttershy, I finally screwed up... It got you killed, words cannot express the agonizing guilt I feel. I really wish we could've talked more. You were always kind, and I always brushed you off. But you were my best of friends, you understood me. There's so many words left unsaid, so many things you'll never hear... I-...I love you Fluttershy..." She started to cry, when a pain struck her body. Causing her to jerk slightly, her knees felt weak, and she felt a pain from her chest.
The stitches holding her heart together, had ruptured. She fell to the ground, with a thud as eveypony took notice and ran to the scene. Rainbow Dash lastly managed to say, "T-Tell the girls... I'm sorry..." and she let out one last breath, and then lie limp in the mayor's arms.
"WE NEED A DOCTOR!" she yelled, but it was too late. Rainbow Dash... Was gone...
"It'd g-great to see you again Dash..."
"Yeah, we've got a lot of flying to do here..."
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Fernin
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1522
| 1 |
Original Character,Human,Adventure,Sad,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Gore
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Airborne
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A misnamed colt and a misplaced human Soldier find friendship despite the barriers between them.
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complete
| 160 | 7 |
<p>Skydancer is getting pretty tired of being a young earth pony with a name better suited for a pegasus. Lieutenant Green would love to finish his deployment safely, but first he has to figure out where he is and, just as importantly, why all the Afghans look like colorful little horses. How can a misnamed colt and a misplaced Soldier help each other when they don't even speak the same language?</p><p>Contains minor violence. Not really GORE per se, but some violence.</p><p><i>(Image by </i><a href="http://www.furaffinity.net/user/skaleal" rel="nofollow"><i>Skaleal</i></a><i>)</i></p>
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teen
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2011-10-15T14:56:27+00:00
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2011-10-15T14:56:27+00:00
| 4,485 |
Forward Operating Base Viper hadn’t made for too bad of a tour. Nestled in a strategic valley, it had seen its share of action, but for another year the Red, White, and Blue had fluttered side-by-side with Afghanistan’s Black, Red, and Green. Taking a deep breath of the cool morning air, Lieutenant Green glanced down the valley in the direction he’d soon be heading—to Bagram Airfield and, ultimately, home.
Gravel crunched underfoot as Captain O’Neil joined his subordinate in looking down the winding road. He took a long final draw on his cigarette and eyed the lieutenant for a moment before breaking the silence. “Regrets, Lieutenant?”
Lieutenant Green paused for a moment, mulling his response. “Eh. Not really, sir…”
“What, you wanted more action? You’ll have plenty more tours for that, I’m sure.” The captain chuckled knowingly, lighting another cigarette.
Lieutenant Green picked up a decent sized rock from the gravel and let fly. It sailed over the perimeter HESCO barriers and clattered down the slope. “No. More of… I don’t know. Everybody back home is probably going to say things like, ‘oh thank you for defending our freedom’ and all that. But...”
“Heh. You’re acting like we haven’t made a difference here.”
“Yes, sir. I just think... Hell, I don’t know. I—” Both officers looked up at a sudden astonished shout from up the hill.
Sergeant First Class Aldo Rodriguez jogged towards the pair. He pointed at the lieutenant in mock astonishment as he approached, his dark ballistic glasses and fire-retardant hood doing nothing to hide the massive grin on his face. “Holy crap sir, look out! It’s a day-walker!”
Grinning, Lieutenant Green struck back with a traditional counter-attack. “That’s ‘Lieutenant Day-walker, sir’ to you, Sergeant Rodriguez.”
“Sorry sir,” the non-commissioned officer laughed. “It’s just that we thought you’d gone home already! I was just here to tell Captain O’Neil that the convoy brief was in ten minutes, when what did I see but the ghoooooost of night battle captains paaaaasssstt! OooOOOoooohhhh!”
“Ten minutes, eh? All right. See you there, Aldo.” Captain O’Neil nodded to the sergeant, who waved cheerily and returned to the rumbling line of vehicles near the perimeter gate.
The captain turned back to his lieutenant. “All right, Mike. Anything else? Seems like we’re on a tight timeline for that five-hour convoy.”
“’Hurry up and wait, sir,’ like usual. See you at the briefing.” With a smile and nod, Lieutenant Green made one last pit stop at the latrine and arrived at the briefing with more than enough time to make sure his gear had been secured on his assigned truck.
A third of the way through the briefing, the butterflies started. They always did, every time Lieutenant Green rolled ‘outside the wire.’ Mike wondered vaguely if his stomach would be settled if he’d done more than a handful of patrols, but somehow he doubted that the ‘pucker factor’ ever truly went away.
When the briefing finished, Lieutenant Green did a final pass over his gear. He checked his rifle for the umpteenth time and tightened the straps on his ballistic armor. Did he still have his snacks for the trip..? Yup. Ammo? Enough water? Check and check. All right, he was ready. Opening the heavy door of the big M-ATV, he climbed up and into the crew compartment. The door swung ponderously shut, almost crushing Mike’s fingers as he fumbled with the seat belt and restraints.
Lieutenant Green tried to smile when the vehicle commander peered over his shoulder and through his gunner’s legs to give his passenger a toothy grin and a thumbs-up. The gesturing soldier gabbled something to his driver that the lieutenant didn’t catch, but it didn’t matter… the entire crew save for Green were Macedonians, so it was all moon language anyway.
Even if they had been in English, the Macedonian’s words would have been hard to catch over the bone-shaking thrum of the M-ATV’s engine. The basso vibrations rose and fell with the rhythmic idling of the truck’s diesel engine, deadening all sounds in the crew compartment. Listening to the vehicle’s ‘heartbeat,’ it was hard not to think of the big metallic beast as a living thing—but the increasingly nervous Mike tried not to dwell on that for the sake of his roiling stomach.
The tone of the idling engine changed as the vehicle commander patted his driver on the shoulder and the truck lurched into gear. If anything, it actually got louder. Hopefully the five-hour trip to Bagram would be as uneventful as the other convoys he’d taken.
Just like previous experiences with the cramped confines of the Army’s latest anti-mine technology, sitting inside the M-ATV felt a bit like being crammed into a massively over-engineered clown car. Even with only three seated passengers and the lower half of the gunner’s body in the cab, Lieutenant Green felt like he was the tenth pound of sausage in a five-pound bag. He focused on the fleeting view out the inches-thick ballistic glass of the window, relying on the tiny, distorted window to the sky to hold any latent claustrophobia at bay.
Settling in for the long wait, Mike let the hours pass. The slowly moving gray wall of rock gave way to blue sky as they passed out of the narrow valley and into a wider area, but was quickly replaced by more rock as they entered another narrow pass. The convoy was well out of FOB Viper’s battle space now. It wouldn’t be too much longer—another hour or two—and he would be in Bagram. The lieutenant sighed, imagining the heavenly aroma of Green Bean coffee. He made a mental note to get some the first chance he had. No wait, maybe a cigar from the Post Exchange. Or some pizza. Was the pizza place still open there? Hmm…
A sudden, ear-splitting roar and a staccato burst of gunfire jerked Lieutenant Green back to the present. The radio crackled to life and the crew of the M-ATV surged into action. The lieutenant cringed as bullets bounced off the metal hull of the crew compartment, making his door ring dully. The feet of the gunner nearly stomped on Mike’s hand as he struggled to turn with the whirring turret. The acrid smell of cordite filled the vehicle and burning hot brass casings rained down as the truck’s machine gun chattered.
The convoy was being hit by a complex ambush. Mike had never felt so useless and helpless in his life. His breath came fast and he felt even sicker than before. This wasn’t his first taste of combat, but here he was a helpless bystander. As a passenger without even a firing port to his name, he could do nothing but hug his rifle close and listen to the animated jabber of the Macedonian crew as they responded to the ambush. He could barely even see anything out the windows except for—
A massive, invisible fist slammed into the M-ATV from below, lifting the sixteen-ton vehicle off its axles. It landed again almost instantaneously as though scrambling for purchase on the narrow mountain road—but now the road was a cratered ruin of its former self. The vehicle lurched sickeningly to one side, affording Lieutenant Green an excellent view of the thundering river some hundred feet below. Then the roadway finally gave out and the truck tumbled, plummeting into the icy grip of the water below. Lieutenant Green had only moments to brace for impact. He didn’t even remember to shout “rollover!” as he grabbed desperately for the gunner’s legs to haul him into the cab—not that it would have helped.
* * *
“Hey, Mud-dancer!”
Skydancer ground his teeth and tried to ignore the voice behind him. He poked again at the surface of the Hippocrene River, watching the little fish dash away from the sky blue of his hoof. With the slow-moving water at the riverbank, the glassy surface was almost like a mirror.
The reflections let Skydancer stare down at the mirror image of the sky and clouds, pretending he was up there instead of down here in the depths of the Hippocrene River Valley. He wondered what it would be like, being able to sail across the sky as freely as the little fish zoomed around in the water. He wondered why it was that Cirrus felt the need to bother him when she was only a year older than he was. Most of all, he wondered why his mother had thought it was a good idea to name an earth pony ‘Skydancer’ even if she did like the sound of it.
Having failed to elicit the desired response, Cirrus trotted a bit closer to her sky blue target. The grayish-white pegasus filly cleared her throat. Skydancer remained stooped over the bank of the rushing river, his back to her and his blue-white tail swishing as he continued peering into the water’s depths. The pegasus felt the bile rise in her throat. Ignore her, would he? “I said, ‘hey, Mud-dancer!’ You got mud in your ears too, dirt pony?”
It was tempting to think that if Skydancer kept ignoring Cirrus, she’d go away… but of course, he knew better. Keeping his back to the filly, he spoke as though talking to the Hippocrene River instead of the annoying pegasus behind him. “I don’t have mud in my ears, Clouds-for-Brains.”
“What did you just call me?” Cirrus’ hackles rose, her wings fluttering angrily.
“Nothing.” The temptation to look was just too great. Skydancer turned, grinning cheekily as he saw his would-be bully fuming in rage. Hah, that ‘cloud-for-brains’ comment had gotten Cirrus good.
“I’m a pegasus pony!” Cirrus snarled. “That means I’m better! I can do everything you can, and fly!”
“With those little chicken wings? Since when?” Skydancer waved a hoof mockingly at the underdeveloped wings on the filly’s back.
“Take that back!” Cirrus charged down the slope at Skydancer with a cry of rage. Without warning she jumped into the air, making a short, gliding leap. Her wings buzzed rapidly, giving her even more speed as she bore down on her prey. The two young ponies tumbled into the water in a splashing, snarling ball of blue and gray.
“Make me!” Skydancer gasped as his head came back out of the frigid waters. Despite the chill he could already feel a hoof-shaped welt rising on his sensitive nose. Cirrus had flown. She’d flown! She’d never done that before. It wasn’t fair!
“Dirt pony!” Cirrus dunked the blue pony’s head under the river’s surface once again. After a short struggle a hoof shot up with a spray of water, knocking the surprised filly’s head back as her teeth clicked together.
“Chicken wings! ” Skydancer retorted as he surfaced from the water, spray coursing off his heaving sides. He squared up for a counter-attack, but none was forthcoming. The gray pegasus was already gone, galloping down the rocky path as fast as her legs could carry her.
Wading back to the riverbank, Skydancer hauled himself out onto the rocks and panted, gasping for breath. He was going to get into so much trouble for this…
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Fernin
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1522
| 2 |
Original Character,Human,Adventure,Sad,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Gore
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Airborne
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A misnamed colt and a misplaced human Soldier find friendship despite the barriers between them.
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complete
| 160 | 7 |
<p>Skydancer is getting pretty tired of being a young earth pony with a name better suited for a pegasus. Lieutenant Green would love to finish his deployment safely, but first he has to figure out where he is and, just as importantly, why all the Afghans look like colorful little horses. How can a misnamed colt and a misplaced Soldier help each other when they don't even speak the same language?</p><p>Contains minor violence. Not really GORE per se, but some violence.</p><p><i>(Image by </i><a href="http://www.furaffinity.net/user/skaleal" rel="nofollow"><i>Skaleal</i></a><i>)</i></p>
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teen
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2011-10-15T14:59:41+00:00
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2011-10-15T14:59:41+00:00
| 4,194 |
Lieutenant Green moaned as he woke up. What the hell had just happened? He felt like a bus had hit him. Or maybe a semi. Everything ached, and this bed felt terrible. It was like he’d gone to sleep on a pile of rocks. He rolled over—and pushed himself up, coughing, as he nearly inhaled a lungful of near-freezing water. Mike wiped his eyes to clear them and moaned again as the cheery sunlight jabbed red-hot needles directly into his brain. He swore and collapsed back into the shallow water, covering his eyes.
The disoriented lieutenant’s head throbbed. He felt like his skull had been stuffed full of cotton—assuming that cotton could also swell and fill one’s brainpan with ridiculous amounts of pain. Mike started swearing, quickly exhausted his woefully inadequate vocabulary of obscenities, and began repeating himself. After a few minutes, he felt better as the pain ebbed to a dull, repetitive throb centered.. well, nowhere in particular. And then he remembered where he was, and suddenly he didn’t feel better at all.
Oh. Oh, @$*%! The convoy! The attack! Forcing down a rising wave of nausea, Lieutenant Green wrenched his eyelids open with a force of will and glanced around. Same river. Same high, imposing mountain ridges rising a thousand feet on either side of him. He was in a river valley in the middle of Afghanistan, miles from the nearest friendly base. He found himself trying to invent entirely new swear words as a surge of adrenaline kicked his body into overdrive.
Lieutenant Green tried to keep his breathing slow and regular, but it was a struggle. He was so screwed. Where the hell was the convoy? More to the point, where the hell was his M-ATV? Where was its crew? Had he been thrown free of it somehow as it fell? Maybe gotten out when it landed and been washed down-stream? It was impossible to tell. He couldn’t even see the road from this vantage point. He’d have to get to somewhere higher and try to figure out if he could… could what?
The important thing now was not to panic. Mike could remember that from that online SERE training that they’d made him take as part of pre-deployment training. All right. What had the class said… It was in the name, right? SERE: Survive, Evade, Resist, Extract.
Okay… so first, Lieutenant Green had to survive. Check… So far. Assuming he didn’t die of hypothermia first. Scrambling out of the water, he did a quick equipment check. Helmet. Check. Body armor… wet and heavy as hell, but check. Camelbak… Check? It felt full enough, but he’d have to look at it later to see if it’d been punctured. Multitool? Check. Most importantly, rifle and ammunition? Check and check. Water dripped from the barrel and it probably wouldn’t be useable until he cleaned it out, but at least it was still in his hand. Mike thanked his lucky stars that he’d followed that advice and secured the weapon to his vest with a karabiner. Best purchase he’d made in the past year.
Unfortunately, Mike’s cursory equipment check had some rather glaring omissions. For instance, he’d already passed his Dari-to-English smart card on to his replacement. He didn’t have a global positioning system receiver. He didn’t have a map. He didn’t even have a compass, although the lieutenant’s still-foggy memory helpfully offered up a few suggestions from his days in college Reserve Officer Training Corps on how to make a solar compass. Maybe later. Okay, what was next after ‘Survive?’
After that, evade… evade. Right. Lieutenant Green could do that. The important thing was to go where people wouldn’t normally go, right? The bank of a river definitely didn’t fit that description. Steeling himself for the ordeal that would be coming, the dripping wet Soldier beat his shaky legs into action. He ignored his still-aching muscles and headed toward the narrow crease of a rocky draw in the imposing gray wall of the nearest ridgeline. That looked about right.
Mike shuddered as he climbed, contemplating the immediate future as water continued to drip off his sopping uniform. This wasn’t going to be a very warm night. He’d been dreading it before, but now a cot next to the flight line at Bagram Airfield was sounding pretty good. Heh. Well, there was no time for that now. He had to climb.
* * *
The sun was barely above the mountain peaks by the time Skydancer made his way back to the small hamlet of Bucephalus’ Ford. Blocky, mud-brick buildings clung to the steep gray walls of the towering mountain ridges as though trying desperately to take up as little space as possible.
In fact, that was precisely the intent. Even here at its widest spot, the narrow Hippocrene River Valley afforded very little flat ground for farming. The ponies did what they could with what flat land was there, but it was woefully insufficient. And so, the ponies had farmed and built in the only direction available to them: up.
Built with the greatest of care, a complex network stone retaining walls ran along the sides of the mountain to create row upon row of terraced fields. One of the earth ponies working the stairway-like terraced fields waved down to Skydancer, calling out a greeting. The blue pony waved back halfheartedly and kept moving, trotting down the rocky path to his home. By this point, Cirrus had probably been home for hours, telling her side of the story.
When Skydancer saw the pink pegasus mare leaving the door of his house, he knew he’d been right. Sure enough, here came his mom. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he knew it, the white-furred, white-maned mare had grabbed his ear in her teeth and was pulling him bodily towards the house.
“Skydancer, I’ve just been talking to Mrs. Cloud and I am very disappointed in you!” Quartz hissed through gritted teeth as she dragged her squirming, protesting son through the doorway and into the privacy of their home.
“But Mom—” Skydancer whined. He stared pleadingly up into his mother’s eyes, only to meet a hard and unyielding wall of motherly disapproval.
Quartz shook her head, frowning in irritation at her agitated son. “No ‘buts,’ Sky. Shame on you. You shouldn’t hit fillies.”
Skydancer stomped his hoof in frustration, deepening his mother’s frown. He knew it was a mistake, but it wasn’t fair! “But Cirrus hit me first! And she called me a dirt pony!”
Oh she had, had she? The Cloud family had always thrown their weight around in the valley; that was sure. The white-furred mare would die before she admitted it to her son, but it was nice to hear that at least one of those stuck up ponies had gotten her comeuppance. Still. Quartz held back a smile and set her mouth in determination. “That’s no excuse, Skydancer. I’m still very disappointed in you. I expect better from you. Now, go to your room and think about what you’ve done. Your father and I will talk about this more when he gets home from the mine.”
“Mommm!
“No, Sky! Go to your room!” Quartz shouted, a bit more forcefully than she intended. She watched Skydancer’s eyes fill up with tears. He hesitated for but a moment more. Before the mare could move herself to speak, her young colt was gone. The only evidence of his hurried passage was the fading sound of choked back sniffles and the gentle rippling of the brown curtain hanging across the door.
Quartz sighed and returned to her housework. If only Skydancer were better at making friends, this sort of thing probably wouldn’t keep happening. Unfortunately, he’d inherited that loner attitude from his father, big lug that he was. “Oh, Diorite… Hurry home and talk some sense into your poor son.”
Skydancer buried his face in his bedding, feeling hot tears running down his muzzle and soaking the woolen cover of his pillow. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair! He could just see it now—that stupid gray pegasus filly getting comforted and stroked and hugged by her loving parents. And what did he get for defending himself? He got shouted at! What good were parents if they never took your side, even when you were right?
“I… I hate you, Cirrus!” the young colt wailed into his pillow. He pushed himself up, batting at the pillow with one forehoof. It sailed across the room, bouncing off the mud-brick wall and landing with an unsatisfying thump on the floor. Skydancer looked at it, then at his hoof. It was dirty, covered with caked-on dust after his trek back to Bucephalus’ Ford from the river
Maybe Cirrus was right. Skydancer was a dirt pony. He was covered in the dust of the ground. What could he do that she couldn’t? Nothing. But what could Cirrus do that he couldn’t? Turn his parents to her side, for one… but no. She could fly. And that made all the difference. She was special.
Gallingly, Skydancer realized that the annoying pegasus had him beat in every respect. Cirrus’ father was a big, important messenger pony, carrying orders from the main office to the emerald miners—miners like Skydancer’s dad. She had her big house high on the cliffs… His was just a few rooms and so near to the river that even now he could hear the roar of the Hippocrene as it flowed by. The earth pony could still remember the miserable first summer when they’d moved in during the river’s flood stage, with water nearly at the door for months.
More importantly, Cirrus had the affection—or at least loyalty—of half the colts and fillies in Bucephalus’ Ford. She wasn’t really cool enough to have scores of friends, but with her big, important dad, she had them anyway. Meanwhile Skydancer had… himself.
“I… I hate being an earth pony! I hate it!” The dirty brown splotches on Skydancer’s blue hoof seemed to blur as his eyes filled with tears again. He buried his face in his blankets and moaned in anguish. What did he even have to look forward to in life? If only he’d been born special. He could have been a unicorn like Professor Pyrite, the mine’s quality control gemologist. He could have been a pegasus like Mr. Cloud and been able to run messages. Instead he was… he was… An anguished sob escaped Skydancer’s lips as he buried his muzzle even deeper into his blankets.
After a few minutes Skydancer’s wails had diminished to sniffles. He lifted his head, his blue-white mane matted and mussed into something resembling a bramble bush. His eyes felt puffy, and streams of clear mucous dripped from his nose until he wiped across his muzzle with one still-dusty hoof. He looked around his room. For the first time, he saw the mining equipment posters for what they really were—foalishness.
All the grinning earth ponies, dust goggles on their eyes and yellow mining helmets on their heads, were stupid. ‘Strong’ and ‘connected to nature,’ his blank left flank. They grubbed in the muck while the pegasuses… pegasi… whatever! While the winged and horned ponies got to have all the fun. Well, that wasn’t going to be Skydancer. No. Skydancer’s glance turned to the dramatically posed pegasus ponies on his Wonderbolts poster. That was the kind of thing he wanted. Fame. Recognition. Coolness. And the blue-furred colt was going to get it. Somehow.
Getting shakily to all four hooves, Skydancer started gathering up his things. He grabbed his lucky hat, his lucky pencils, and his lucky rock. After hesitating for a moment, he pushed his chair over to the Wonderbolts poster and hopped up to undo the tacks holding the poster in place. He rolled it up lovingly and wrapped it with the rest of the bundle. He nodded happily to himself. There!
Feeling satisfied now that his mind was made up, Skydancer glanced at the doorway to his room. He couldn’t go back that way… His mother might see him. Instead, he climbed back onto his bed and put both hooves onto the sill of his narrow window. If he had been a full-grown pony, the aperture would have been too small by half. Fortunately, Skydancer could just fit. Kicking his hind legs and flailing a bit, he managed to ease himself through the opening. He tumbled and rolled when he hit the ground, grunting in pain as he slid across the ground and collided with a rocky outcropping near the back of the house.
“Ow-mmph!” Skydancer bit off the cry before he could alert his mother to his escape. Righting himself, the young pony picked up his bundle. Casting a longing glance back at his soon-to-be-former home, the colt trotted out into the darkness. He was already feeling homesick, but there was no time for that now. He had to climb.
* * *
Lieutenant Green shivered and eyed his body armor. If it was dry, he could probably put it on and warm himself up a bit. It had been sitting out in the sun all afternoon; surely it was dry by now? Mike reached out a hopeful hand and grasped it. It squished. “…Guess not.”
In contrast to the apparently hydrophilic ballistic armor, the lieutenant’s uniform had dried quickly. Unfortunately, the same thin fabric that made it easy to dry also made it nearly useless for retaining heat. And now the sun was going down. As Mike looked, it dipped below the opposite ridgeline and night fell. Even after a year’s worth of seeing the rapid approach of night it was amazing how fast that had happened. In the Midwest, the sun always seemed to hang around forever, reluctant finally to dip below the horizon. Here, it seemed more businesslike, wasting no time in diving below the mountains and plunging the valley into chilly darkness.
Resigning himself to a night of near-frostbite, Lieutenant Green huddled back in his rocky alcove. He still counted himself lucky to have found it. It was far out of the way, but offered an excellent vantage point while simultaneously giving him good concealment. At least it did as long as he huddled in the half-cave under the shadow of the overhanging rocks and stayed very still. He hoped.
The lieutenant was painfully aware that the only way to truly test such beliefs was to take a look at one’s position from the enemy’s point of view… and there was no way he felt comfortable climbing all the way back down now. He’d just have to risk it.
Lieutenant Green rubbed his gloved hands together, trying to keep himself warm as he went over his plans for what felt like the thousandth time. All right. He’d weather the night here. A bit before first light he could climb up to the nearest peak and try to see if he could spot a road. He could follow the road as best he could and head back down to the Shomali Plain. From there, back to Bagram, or to the nearest friendly troops he could find. Hopefully. If he made it, he was golden—no, make that when he made it. Mike clapped his hands together. He had to keep a positive attitude; it was the only way through this.
The sound of the clap, as abrupt as a gunshot, echoed off the bare rock of the valley. The lieutenant winced. Okay, new rule… no more clapping. Hopefully, nobody had heard that. Curling up as best he could, Mike huddled up next to his body armor, clutched his rifle close, and shut his eyes, praying only that he didn’t get discovered in the night… and as a hasty afterthought that he didn’t roll down the side of the mountain in the dark.
Skydancer’s ears twitched as the sharp sound echoed off the rocks around him. Was there someone there? He glanced around hurriedly, trying to make out any shapes he could in the gloom. The exhausted earth pony was already regretting his decision to run away at night. He should have picked the morning… maybe after breakfast. His stomach grumbled at him, but the little colt continued to climb.
Against the yawning velvet darkness of the night sky, Skydancer could see the black outlines of a rock outcropping. Picking his footing carefully, he scrambled up the slope. That would be good enough for tonight. Tomorrow morning, he could figure out what to do next. He could do it now, but… he was just so tired. He yawned again as he finally reached the shelter and scrambled inside.
If Skydancer had had any doubts about his quest, they were quickly banished. The rocky shelter smelled a bit odd but already felt a bit warm. Smiling to himself, the colt set down his bundle and lay down in the shadows, settling in for the night. He closed his eyes and dreamed of flight.
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<p>Skydancer is getting pretty tired of being a young earth pony with a name better suited for a pegasus. Lieutenant Green would love to finish his deployment safely, but first he has to figure out where he is and, just as importantly, why all the Afghans look like colorful little horses. How can a misnamed colt and a misplaced Soldier help each other when they don't even speak the same language?</p><p>Contains minor violence. Not really GORE per se, but some violence.</p><p><i>(Image by </i><a href="http://www.furaffinity.net/user/skaleal" rel="nofollow"><i>Skaleal</i></a><i>)</i></p>
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Lieutenant Green cracked open one bleary eye and smacked his lips. His mouth tasted like some mountain creature had used it as an outhouse. His throat felt scratchy and dry—he’d used up the last of the water in his camelbak the night before. He glanced out over the morning vista of the river valley below him through the rocky mouth of the half-cave. He’d overslept. That was going to make things a bit more difficult.
Surprisingly, though, it wasn’t all bad news. Mike didn’t feel as cold as he’d expected to do. In fact, he felt downright toasty. He still remembered—not particularly fondly—the cold, early mornings out at Fort Lewis when he’d only had a poncho liner to keep him warm. Here, he didn’t even have that, so how..?
The lieutenant stared down at his unexpected guest. His heart sank. Why hadn’t he thought of this earlier? A place like this—out of the way, well sheltered—would be the perfect lair for some kind of animal. And here it was. Using him as a pillow. Oh, crap.
Mike found himself almost at a loss to describe the thing. It looked a bit like a horse… if horses could be the size of a German Shepherd. And have blue fur with an unruly blue-white mane. And if they had legs that thickened as they neared the hooves instead of remaining thin except near the joints. And if they had short muzzles that—oh good lord it was waking up.
The horse creature shifted, nestling itself a bit more comfortably against Lieutenant Green’s side. Its eyelids flickered. With achingly slow and deliberate smoothness, Mike moved to get a better grip on his rifle. He wondered vaguely if the mutant horse thing could smell fear and slid the pistol grip of his rifle comfortably into his grasp.
Yawning, the little animal pushed itself up a bit and opened two large, expressive eyes. It blinked a few times and finally focused on Lieutenant Green. Its mouth dropped open, the very picture of astonished shock. Then it screamed and started flailing madly.
Mike grunted as one waving hoof clipped the muzzle of his weapon, sending it flying up to smack him in the face. He yelped in pain and straightened, yelping again as the movement smashed his head into the overhanging rocks.
For its part, the blue animal skittered backward and out of the shelter, bleating and bawling as if the groaning lieutenant had branded it. The fearful cries and sounds of hooves sliding on rocks quickly faded, leaving Mike to nurse his new injuries in peace. Oh, his aching nose… And scalp. And jaw.
What the hell had that been all about? Lieutenant Green had seen some inventively colored animals, especially when the Kuchi nomads had led their herds past the FOB in late Spring… but he was pretty sure he would have remembered “tiny blue horses” if he’d seen them before. He stared down at his hands and rubbed his throbbing skull. Was he dreaming still? The insistent pain in his head suggested otherwise. Was he nuts, then? Was he hallucinating? Mike wasn’t sure whether that would be better, or worse.
Picking himself up off the gravel of the little alcove, Lieutenant Green checked his gear. It was all still there and finally his body armor had dried. He pulled it on and had started to climb out when something new caught his eye.
There was a small bundle lying forgotten next to where the body armor had rested. That hadn’t been there the night before. After a moment the puzzled Soldier picked it up. When it failed to explode in his hand, he opened it. A random assortment of trinkets fell from the little cloth. There was a small boy’s baseball cap. Next to it was a river rock, polished smooth by ton after ton of fast moving water flowing past it for who knew how long. There was a thick wooden pencil as well. Most puzzling of all was a sort of art deco style poster featuring… Mike scratched his head, unable to make it out. He couldn’t place the language, but it didn’t resemble the tight, looping scribbles of the Arabic alphabet that he’d been expecting. Weird.
With a shrug, Lieutenant Green gathered up the items again, putting them back in the bundle, and started to put the little collection back where he had found it. As he knelt he saw a flash of blue as the animal from earlier ducked out of sight. Hmm.
All right Mike, he told himself, you’re an officer. Thinking is supposed to be your ‘thing.’ Maybe start doing some of it for a change… Right. Clearly, there was no such thing as little blue horses. No animal he’d ever heard of would have acted like the horse-creature had. As he mulled over his situation, the lieutenant could see it peek its head around the rock again. It looked nervously at the bundle and quickly ducked out of sight as soon as it saw he was watching it.
Okay. The obvious solution here was that he, Mike, had gone a bit nuts. There were no such things as little blue horses, but there was such a thing as head trauma. Now, why he would start seeing the local nationals as little animals beat the hell out of him but hey, ineffable are the ways of the brain, right?
Finally, Lieutenant Green had a way forward. It was not a good way forward, but it was the best he was going to get. He knelt down and, moving as non-threateningly as possible, backed away from the bundle. He took a seat at the back of the alcove formed by the rock, set his weapon aside, and took off his helmet. When the little blue horse—no, the little Afghan, he corrected himself—showed himself, Mike grinned and smiled coaxingly and marshaled what little conversational Dari he knew. “Hi there little guy. Uh… A salaam aleyukum. Chi gap ast? Do you speak English?”
Oh no, oh no, oh no… Skydancer shifted nervously from hoof to hoof as he stared at the strange, mottle-skinned creature. It waved one of its weird, floppy forehooves again, pointing at the bundle that the little colt had so foalishly left in its lair.
Skydancer’s heart still pounded from the shocking revelation that he’d slept within the creature’s grasp all night. It could have eaten him at any time! He was just lucky that it hadn’t woken up and decided to have a pony-sized late night snack! The colt shivered at the morbid image of the creature feasting happily on his remains.
For its part, the creature just sat there with its limbs bent in ways that looked eye-wateringly painful. It bared its teeth, nodding and making encouraging gibberish sounds as it waved one forehoof towards Skydancer’s most treasured possessions. A strange idea struck the young pony. It wasn’t baring its teeth. It was smiling! Could it be that the creature was… intelligent?
At the thought, Skydancer found his interest piqued. He took one hesitant step forward, then another. The creature made no move, but simply smiled and bobbed its head up and down in what seemed like a gesture of encouragement. It made more of its strange half-slurred growling sounds and then very pointedly leaned backward, taking its eyes off the blue pony. Go on, its movements seemed to say, there’s no way I can get over there and eat you from way over here.
Quick as a flash, Skydancer lunged forward and grabbed his bundle. He scooted backwards until he was out from under the outcropping once again. The green- and gray- and pink-hided creature hadn’t moved an inch. Maybe it was intelligent after all… Skydancer dropped his bundle from his mouth and cleared his throat nervously. “Uh… Thank you. Do you speak Equestrian?”
Any doubts that Lieutenant Green had about his self-diagnosed brain injuries were swept aside when the little horse bowed slightly and gabbled something in what sounded like a respectful tone of voice. It smiled awkwardly, as if waiting for a response.
What concerned Mike most about this situation was that whatever language his totally-not-a-horse-at-all visitor was speaking, it didn’t sound like Dari, or Pashto, or any other language he might have expected. Probably an effect of the brain injury. Lovely. Well, gestures and tone of voice would have to do for now. The lieutenant smiled, then shrugged and shook his head while pointing at his ears. “I’m sorry, I don’t understand.”
The little creature—even knowing that he was hallucinating it, Lieutenant Green had a hard time thinking of the little horse as the Afghan boy that it probably was—looked irritated for a moment and sighed. It babbled at him again and waited for a response. Mike repeated his gestures of incomprehension. “Sorry, I still don’t understand you.”
Sitting down on its hindquarters like a dog, the little horse looked thoughtful for a moment, scratching its chin with one forehoof. After a beat or two it beamed and exclaimed… something… enthusiastically. Mike tried to look pleased, even though he had no idea what was going on.
“That’s it! You must be deaf, right? That’s why you can’t talk properly! Here, come on, come with me…” Skydancer motioned to the creature, trying to get him to come forward. He waved a hoof in the thing’s direction and took a few steps out from under the outcropping, then repeated the gesture.
The mountain beast seemed to get Skydancer’s meaning. It nodded and gathered up several items that had been jumbled around the cave, sliding them on and buckling them in place. The whole maneuver reminded the little blue colt strongly of when his father, Diorite, was putting on his protective vest and helmet before going into the mine. His father… Shaking off the temporary homesickness, Skydancer urged the creature forward. It crawled forward out of the cave. Then it did something entirely unexpected.
Skydancer had been wondering how the creature’s strange forehooves would fare on such rough, rocky ground as the mountain slope. Its forelegs seemed too short and its back legs too long for all but the most awkward movements. But to his surprise, it didn’t continue forward on all fours. Joints creaking, the creature yawned, stretched… and reared up, standing on its hind legs. It had seemed big before but now it looked even taller than his dad!
Frightened despite himself, the pony took a few steps back and waited to see what his new companion would do. Rather than attack, or fall over, or whatever else might be expected, the creature simply balanced on its hind legs, shifting from hoof to hoof as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Skydancer found himself grinning. “Weird… but cool!”
With continuous urgings, Skydancer managed to coax the creature down the slope of the mountain and to the riverbank. It kept glancing nervously back at the mountain, obviously unwilling to get too far away. The pony was careful always to stay within the creature’s view. Poor thing, it probably couldn’t hear him to know where he was if it couldn’t see him. “Come on, not much further!”
Finally the two reached their goal at edge of the Hippocrene River. In this area, the river was much more active, roaring over rocks and through an impressive rapids. But here on the banks, soft, sandy soil had been deposited by the previous season’s flood. Grasping a twig, Skydancer carefully wrote out his question. “W…h…o… a…r… u…?”
The little colt paused. After an embarrassed silence, he corrected his spelling to, ‘Who are you?’ and waited, looking up expectantly at the puzzled, flat face of the mountain creature.
Bending down, the creature got to its knees and reached out with one of its forehooves and a look of concentration on its face. Skydancer felt a little ill. He hadn’t gotten a very good look at the creature’s front hooves before. Now he wished he hadn’t as, without ceremony, it pulled off its gray-green outermost layer of hide. The bared hooves beneath were soft, fleshy things divided into strips that vaguely reminded Skydancer of some of the sea creatures he’d seen in the school’s book on the ocean. Ew.
Very carefully, the creature drew out a meaningless series of interlocking lines. Looking up at it, Skydancer could see similar markings on the creature’s vest. It must be some kind of decoration. The pony sighed in disappointment. Well, maybe the creature wasn’t deaf after all. “Oh… Well maybe they don’t teach reading and writing in mountain monster school…”
Lieutenant Green couldn’t help but chuckle as he saw the little creature’s bright excitement change to dejection. “Sorry little guy, I can’t read your writing, either. Let’s start with something more basic, I guess. Uh…”
The lieutenant wiped out both sets of writing and made sure he had his little companion’s attention. When he did, he pointed at himself. “Green. Mike Green. Green.”
Looking at Mike oddly, the creature pointed one hoof at him and said something that sounded approximately like, “Greyn… Grein? Green.”
Beaming, Lieutenant Green nodded happily. “Yes. Green.”
“And for my next trick… You are?” Gesturing to the small blue horse, Mike let his voice trail off interrogatively.
There was a short pause as the creature processed this new information. Mike was just about to repeat himself when the little one seemed to get it. He pointed a hoof at himself and said—
“Skydancer. I’m Skydancer. Got it? Sky… Dancer.”
‘Green’ seemed to consider it for a moment. Finally, it—he? The voice was kind of deep, so Sky decided maybe it was a he—tried to gargle out a response. “Sk… Skydarmbh…. Skadigrcesz? Sky?”
Taking pity on the poor creature, Skydancer smiled. Who would have though ‘Green’ would have such a hard time with a simple name like ‘Skydancer?’ He seemed like such a smart mountain monster. The blue pony shook his head and pointed his hoof at himself again. “Er… Try just ‘Sky.’ Call me Sky. Sky.”
“‘Sky..?’”
“You’ve got it!” Skydancer nodded vigorously, grinning. The mountain monster grinned too—then knelt down and started trying to write again.
Working carefully, ‘Green’ steadily created a large collection of squiggly lines on the sandy patch of soil. Skydancer looked on, trying to make sense of it all. There were sharp, pointy zigzagged lines, and a small set of wavy lines passing through that. Near one side of all the lines, the mountain monster drew a little two-legged stick figure with another, smaller one beside it. As an afterthought, the creature scratched out a little circle with wavy lines coming off it. He sat back to admire his handiwork for a moment while Skydancer cocked his head and tried to reason it all out.
‘Green’ pointed at his artwork meaningfully—first at the larger stick figure, then at the smaller one. “Green. ‘Sky.’”
Realization dawned. “Ooooh! Is this a map? You’re showing me where we are?”
Skydancer waited for confirmation, but none was forthcoming. Oh, right. The mountain monster couldn’t understand Equestrian. Ugh, this was frustrating. Thinking for a moment, Skydancer pointed his forehoof at the wavy lines next to the two stick figures. That must be the river. Making sure that ‘Green’ was watching, Skydancer pointed at the Hippocrene River, alternating between the scribbled map and the actual watercourse several times. “This is the river?”
“R… Rivr. River…?” Unfortunately, Skydancer was unable to catch any more of the words as ‘Green’ trailed off into more babbling, nodding enthusiastically.
Now the mountain monster applied his disturbingly flexible forehooves to drawing something new. A few paces away from the detailed part of the map, ‘Green’ sketched out a large circle. He indicated it meaningfully. “Bagram. Bah-gram.”
Still puzzled, Skydancer continued to watch as the monster drew a long arrow from his stick figure to the important circle. ‘Green’ looked up and made an exaggerated gesture of puzzlement, looking concerned and shrugging his shoulders while waving his forelegs wide.
“Uh…” So… ‘Green’ was lost? And he wanted to get to a place that Skydancer had never heard of. The little blue earth pony had never paid much attention in during geography lessons. He thought hard, trying to figure out a way to act out the bad news. Thankfully, as it chanced, he didn’t have to.
Skydancer looked up and nearly leaped out of his skin as the gray-green blur that was ‘Green’ dove over the edge of the riverbank. A muted splash followed, and Skydancer winced. It wasn’t very deep there; that had to hurt. But why had he—
The started earth pony whirled as he caught the sound of approaching hooves—just in time to see a sweating, panting Professor Pyrite gallop into view. That was strange. What was the hurry? As one of the valley’s most senior and esteemed professionals, the mine’s gemologist usually didn’t go anywhere faster than a trot.
What if the professor had seen ‘Green?’ Skydancer cringed, trying to act casual as he moved in front of the map before the gold-yellow unicorn could see it. He grinned and waved nervously as the older pony galloped past. “H-hey Professor Pyrite! Why the rush?”
At the sound of Skydancer’s voice, Professor Pyrite’s head whipped around and all four hooves planted into the soil. Stopping dead in his tracks as he slid to a halt, the unicorn seemed almost to vibrate. He stared disbelievingly at the blue colt over sweat-fogged glasses. “Sk- Skydancer?!”
“Uh… yes? Uh, yes sir?” Skydancer took a worried step backward as the professor practically charged up to him, staring at the earth pony in apparent shock.
“You’re… all right!” Fatigue was catching up to the venerable unicorn. He was shaking in relief. At least, Skydancer hoped it was relief. That, or the gemologist was about to have a heart attack.
“I am? I… Um…” Had there been some kind of doubt? Skydancer knew he had left suddenly, but…
There was an awkward silence as Professor Pyrite tried to get his wind back. When he’d recovered enough, he gasped out, “Come with me right now, young colt! Your parents have been worried sick about you!”
Skydancer hesitated, casting furtive glances to his new friend’s hiding place. If he stayed here too long, there was no telling what Professor Pyrite might spot. The last thing the professor needed was something to push him further towards heart failure. Plus… his parents were worried about him? The little blue pony’s ears drooped. “S-sorry Professor.”
Professor Pyrite nodded, absentmindedly using his necktie to clean the sweat off his glasses as he led the contrite young earth pony back up the path toward the village. “Honestly, I don’t know about colts these days… In my day, a young pony wouldn’t just wander off in the middle of the night like that. What happened, Skydancer?”
Clearing his throat uneasily, Skydancer stalled for time as he tried to come up with a response. He found himself looking back down the road to where he’d been forced to abandon ‘Green.’ Despite his abrupt and frightening introduction to the strange mountain monster, the colt couldn’t help but wonder what would happen to ‘Green’ without his help. What was the creature, anyway? “Professor… Does anybody live in these mountains? Other than ponies, I mean.”
“Other than a few species of birds, some sheep, a cockatrice or two, and the fish in the river, you mean?” chuckled the professor. Seeing the resentful look he got from Skydancer, Professor Pyrite could see he’d taken the wrong approach. He coughed nervously. Augh. He’d never been good with young ponies. Why did he have to be the one to find Skydancer? Still, at least Diorite and Quartz would be pleased that their prodigal son had returned.
* * *
Lieutenant Green winced again as he trod incautiously on another loose stone, but the two horse-creatures he was shadowing seemed not to notice. He had to keep reminding himself that this wasn’t as stupid as it looked. It wasn’t, right? Couldn’t be.
Okay, at first it might have been dumb. So sue Mike for not wanting all his hard work building rapport with ‘Sky’ to go down the drain. He’d spent several tense moments in the frigid, knee-deep water as ‘Sky’ and the newcomer babbled at each other in whatever language it was that they were using here.
The conversation had seemed friendly enough, but who could really tell? Mike had cursed himself as he crawled back onto the bank and began to follow the two horses at a distance, but things were calm enough now as the two creatures trotted along in silence towards, presumably, a village.
If Lieutenant Green was lucky, said village would have a nearby Afghan National Police checkpoint. His sojourn in Injun territory could be over tonight. Still… there were lingering doubts. Would ANP really be friendly to an isolated American in an area where the insurgents obviously felt secure enough to set up a complex ambush against a large, well-armed convoy.
Thankfully, the lieutenant didn’t have long to wait as he stole stealthily along the trail, just in visual range of ‘Sky’ and his older companion. Mike shaded his eyes as he peered around a bend in the trail and saw it.
Hugging the steep slopes of the nearest mountains, the village was like any other that Lieutenant Green had seen during his tour in Afghanistan… and yet also startlingly different. Low, blocky houses slathered in mud were stuck almost barnacle-like to the rocky side of the mountain, using any nearly flat space as an excuse for building a multi-story home. The construction was just as expected… which was what made the colors so weird. Instead of the usual uniform mud-brown, the houses were painted a surprising array of cheery pastel shades—pink, blue, yellow, and green. “…The hell?”
Equally jarring were the village’s residents. Lieutenant Green had been able to accept the idea that a blow to the head was making him see things; the brain worked in funny ways. However, accepting that one little blue horse was actually a young Afghan boy was one thing. He’d even been willing to hand-wave the boy’s guardian or father or whoever having the unlikely addition of a horn. It was probably his brain’s way of telling him that that guy actually had a rifle, or something. But, seeing an entire Afghan village populated by creatures out of a children’s cartoon was something else entirely. That strained credulity. And come to think of it, shouldn’t Mike have some kind of headache or something if he had brain damage?
Hearing movement above him, Lieutenant Green looked up—and swore. Where the hell was he? This was impossible! Not more than a hundred meters above him, another horse swooped down—borne aloft on two tiny wings that shouldn’t have kept a pigeon aloft, let alone a little pink pony. No way was that something his brain would have come up with.
That—that was it. Heck with the Afghan Police Station. Heck with this village. Mike was getting out of here before someone—before something—saw him. Turning on his heels, the confused Soldier hurried away from the bizarre village and its impossible inhabitants. Figuring this out was not as important as survival. He was heading to Bagram. As long as Mike was going downhill, he had to be heading in the right direction, surely? If not, he was sunk.
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Fernin
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1522
| 4 |
Original Character,Human,Adventure,Sad,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Gore
|
Airborne
|
A misnamed colt and a misplaced human Soldier find friendship despite the barriers between them.
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complete
| 160 | 7 |
<p>Skydancer is getting pretty tired of being a young earth pony with a name better suited for a pegasus. Lieutenant Green would love to finish his deployment safely, but first he has to figure out where he is and, just as importantly, why all the Afghans look like colorful little horses. How can a misnamed colt and a misplaced Soldier help each other when they don't even speak the same language?</p><p>Contains minor violence. Not really GORE per se, but some violence.</p><p><i>(Image by </i><a href="http://www.furaffinity.net/user/skaleal" rel="nofollow"><i>Skaleal</i></a><i>)</i></p>
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teen
|
2011-10-15T15:05:46+00:00
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2011-10-15T15:05:46+00:00
| 3,385 |
Skydancer worked his neck awkwardly as his mother, Quartz, led him to the schoolhouse. It still hurt a bit where his father had hugged him. His blue fur was still a bit wet, too. The colt couldn’t even remember the last time he’d seen his father cry, even as the big stallion reprimanded Skydancer for making his mother worry. From the look of it, the white-furred mare hadn’t been the only worried one.
The entire experience had left Skydancer feeling more than a little guilty. His ears drooped as his mother made unnecessary adjustments to his saddlebags, straightening his school books and closing the flap again. Much to his embarrassment, she nuzzled him too, right in front of everypony. The blood rushed to his face as he blushed hotly. “M-mom!”
“Shh… Now, Skydancer, don’t go anywhere after school, okay? Your father had to go work some things out at the Mine Foremare’s office, but he’ll be back here to pick you up when your classes are done. Okay?” Quartz’s voice may have been quiet and loving, but it obviously wasn’t a request. She smiled as Skydancer nodded and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before taking ‘embarrassing mother mode’ up a notch by smoothing down his unruly mane.
Glad to escape his mother’s loving clutches, Skydancer hurried into the school just as recess was ending. He sighed in relief and unloaded his saddlebags at his desk, glad to have avoided further embarrassment. Or perhaps not. A familiar and annoying voice set the blue colt’s teeth on edge. “Wow, Skydancer, you found your desk! We thought you might have gotten lost... again.”
Skydancer took his time, taking a seat at his desk before he turned around to see Cirrus Cloud sneering at him. A few of the other ponies giggled at her remarks, even if none were brazen enough to join in. Skydancer rolled his eyes. He knew how to shut her up. “Oh hey, chicken wings.”
“You little clod of—!”
“All right, class. All right. I hope you had a good recess.” Miss Periwinkle, the schoolteacher, shut the door with a thud of finality, bringing recess to an end and interrupting a fight before it began all in one sweeping movement. The blue and yellow earth pony trotted to the front of the room, surveying her class for any further disturbance. Finding none, she smiled and opened her lesson book.
Cirrus leaned forward, bringing her light gray muzzle almost even with Skydancer’s ear. Her voice was a quiet, resentful hiss. “Earth pony.”
“Uh, yeah. Duh…” Skydancer whispered back. The stupid pegasus must be running out of ideas if that was the best she could come up with.
Cirrus Cloud seemed to read the blue colt’s thoughts. “Yeah. That’s insult enough.”
“Yeah? Well—” Skydancer struggled to find the right retort. Somehow ‘yeah and I think you might be right’ didn’t have the right ring to it.
Fortunately, Miss Periwinkle rescued Skydancer from his dilemma. “Skydancer. Since you’re just joining us today and seem so eager to talk, why don’t you come up here and start the class on its lesson?”
“But I-- Yes, Miss Periwinkle.” Skydancer sighed and climbed out of his desk, knowing that Cirrus was probably sticking her tongue out at his back. He walked slowly to the front of the class, clambering up to the lectern to the book. It was open to a page that was, unfortunately, almost devoid of pictures. Wow, that was a lot of words…
The teacher nodded encouragingly. “Go ahead, Skydancer. Top of the page. Class, follow along on page 207.”
“Ahem. Er… ‘Under the banner of the Royal Pony Sisters, the ar- the army of Buce… Buceff… Bucephalus the Great continued marching along the Hippocrene River...’” Haltingly at first, Skydancer read aloud from the history book. At first he kept glancing up at the class, but that just made him trip over his words as Cirrus made faces at him. Scowling in concentration, he focused on the book to the exclusion of all else.
Despite the lack of pictures to go with the words, by the end of the page Skydancer felt his interest growing. He continued, his voice gaining strength as he read out some of the exploits of the brilliant general. The little blue colt could almost see Bucephalus in his bronzed armor, feathered wings fluttering in the wind as he led the charge against the onrushing hordes of tribal pegasi… or maybe with magic glowing brightly from his horn as searing bolts of magical fire slammed into the enemy lines. Come to think of it, what kind of pony was Bucephalus? The book hadn’t said.
Miss Periwinkle nodded appreciatively. It was nice to see Skydancer take an interest in something besides the usual back-and-forth with Cirrus. He’d finished the page and then some, and showed no signs of slowing down. “All right. Thank you, Skydancer. If you’d turn the page for me… Now, class, who can explain to me why Bucephalus the Great is important to our own little town?”
Following the teacher’s instruction, Skydancer nosed over the page. He was about to head back to his desk when his eye caught sight of a large illustration his movement had revealed. It was a painting of a battle from Bucephalus the Great’s campaign across the Bactrian Plains. Ponies of all colors and types skirmished and fought with the strange, hump-backed camels. Many wore simple war dress. Others had ornate bronze armor that seemed able to shrug off any attack.
But the thing that caught Skydancer’s interest and held it in its electrifying grip was the depiction of the tall, muscular pony in the center of the image. He was reared up on his hind legs, forehooves pawing at the air as he urged his troops onward. It was Bucephalus the Great… and his back was completely bare of any wings. And his forehead was utterly innocent of any horn. Bucephalus the Great, one of the most famous conquerors in Equestrian history, had been an earth pony!
Skydancer listened with rapt attention to the lesson as Miss Periwinkle led the class through the tale of Bucephalus the Great’s triumph over the Bactrian camels and their tribal pegasus allies. He could hardly believe it. With all the amazing victories that the history book had described he’d been certain that the extraordinary Bucephalus the Great had been… well… just as extraordinary.
While Skydancer may have been sitting quietly at his desk for the rest of the school day, his mind was elsewhere. Fizzing with fascinating new ideas, it hovered leagues away over ancient battlefields. Despite being faced time and again by seemingly impossible odds, the long-dead general’s bravery, strength, and intelligence had guided him to victory after victory. Picture after picture of Bucephalus the Great’s battlefield and diplomatic successes sparked the young colt’s imagination. It was incredible!
Skydancer looked up in surprise when Miss Periwinkle shut the last textbook with a resounding thump. Was the school day over already? Apparently it was. The blue and yellow mare nodded to the class. “All right, my little ponies… That’s all for now. Don’t forget to read the rest of chapter four. I’ll see you all bright and early tomorrow!”
The subdued colts and fillies leaped into action, grabbing up their things and racing for the sweet air of freedom as Miss Periwinkle opened the classroom door and waved them out. Quickly donning his saddlebags, Skydancer followed the rushing current of young ponies out into the bright afternoon sun. He was still mulling the history lesson and, distracted, nearly bumped into a towering mountain of horseflesh that blocked his path.
“Oof! I—” Skydancer looked up and grinned. “Oh. Hay there, Dad!”
Diorite raised one large, dark gray hoof and mussed his son’s blue-white mane. “Hay there, Sport. How was school? Did you learn a lot?”
“Yeah, it was neat! We learned about Bucephalus the Great! And he was an earth pony! I mean…” Skydancer was practically living up to his name as he tried to find the words to describe how excited he was.
The enthusiastic colt’s father smiled affectionately. It was good to see Skydancer so happy. Diorite hoped that whatever had made his son disappear in the night like that was just a passing whim… but it probably couldn’t hurt to spend a bit more time with him. Quartz could only do so much… Which, of course, was why Diorite had talked with the Mine Foremare, Mrs. Craft, to approve this little trip. “Great! Why don’t you tell me about it as we walk?”
“Sure, Dad! Uh… where are we going?”
Diorite looked sidelong at his son and feigned nonchalance. “Oh, nowhere… just thought I’d take you down the valley a bit, maybe show you the mine.”
“Yeah!” Skydancer still had fond memories of the last visit he’d taken to his father’s workplace. They’d been blasting for a new shaft that day. He could still remember the voluminous cloud of smoke and the earth-shattering roar as the explosive spells had released their energy into the mountain’s unyielding rock.
Father and son trotted side by side through the village and down the narrow, rocky path that followed the meandering Hippocrene River as Skydancer described his (somewhat shortened) day at school and all the interesting things he’d learned about the history of the region.
Diorite chuckled at his son’s antics when the young pony tried to act out some of the famous battle scenes all by himself. Still… perhaps it was time to turn to more serious subjects. “Sounds like you had quite a time, Sport, but you’ve only told me about the afternoon. What about the morning?”
Skydancer looked up at the mountains. He glanced at the rushing, frothing course of the Hippocrene River. He examined at the clear blue sky, empty of any and all clouds. He focused on anything but the concerned face of his father. He could still remember the tears in the big gray pony’s eyes when Professor Pyrite had brought him home earlier that day. He should say something, but what? ‘Guess what, Dad, I found this big mountain monster who stands on two legs and I think he’s friendly and smart but it’s hard to tell since he can’t talk?’ That wouldn’t end well. Finally, though, he could avoid his father’s question no longer. “Well… I just…”
To the discomfited colt’s surprise, his father backed off. Diorite shrugged. “Eh, I’m sure you were just getting a bit antsy; you wanted to explore the valley and got carried away, right?”
“Yeah…” Skydancer sighed in relief.
Diorite mentally berated himself. Shame on him. He was being a terrible father. First he’d practically abandoned his son by taking double shifts at the mine for months to cover for other ponies who had been too ill or injured to work. And now that he was actually spending his time with his son, he was going to interrogate him? No. “Well, just try to let us know where you’re going next time, and don’t stay out so late. All right?”
“Sure, Dad… Uh, sorry for making you and Mom worry.”
“And don’t do anything too silly, all right? Your mother would have my hide.” Chuckling, Diorite nudged the colt playfully.
Skydancer glanced up at the ridges to his right. If he concentrated, he could just make out the edge of ‘Green’s hiding place. “Yeah…”
“Right then. Hey, Skydancer?”
“Yeah, Dad?” They were nearly at the mine now. One of the towering spoil piles peeked over the nearest granite spur.
“Race ya.” The dark gray stallion burst into motion, sprinting down the path. In a heartbeat Skydancer was in hot pursuit as the two galloped down the valley, laughing as each strove to be the first to reach the emerald mine.
* * *
Lieutenant Green leaned tiredly against a boulder, staring down the constricted, sloping trail at his feet. From his earlier vantage point it had looked like it would let him get all the way around the bustling excavation site without detection... but the terrain here was even more rugged than the rest of the valley. It was already late in the day; Mike didn’t even want to think about what might happen if he was still on the narrow path when it got dark. If he somehow managed to turn his ankle or, worse, break his leg trying to traverse the unfamiliar ground... No, this wasn’t a good way to go for now. It would be better to wait until he had more light and more time.
Glancing back up the valley, the lieutenant thought hard and tried to plan his next move. If he got down here a little after daybreak, he could probably climb way round the mine… but that would rely on no one coming back this way. He’d better spend the rest of his evening watching the miners and try to get a feel for their normal movement patterns.
Sore and nutrient-starved muscles protested as Lieutenant Green scrambled back up to the top of the ridge and went into the prone. His stomach grumbled again. Ugh… Mike hugged his stomach, praying once again that the river water hadn’t given him anything unpleasant.
Forcing himself to ignore the hunger pangs, the famished Soldier edged forward on the rocks until he could peer down into the river valley below. Without realizing it, he let his mind wander back over the events of the past few hours. He’d made good speed retracing his steps down the valley, but now he was on unfamiliar ground. Every instinct had been screaming at him to wait until it was dark out, but he’d been eager to make up for lost time… and to put as much space as possible between him and the jarringly alien village.
The walk next to the river had restored some of Lieutenant Green’s jangled confidence. Now that he wasn’t being slapped in the face with the cheerful little colony of horse-people, old certainties were able to reassert themselves once again. Of course Mike was still in Afghanistan. He hadn’t stepped into some kind of Disney version of the twilight zone; he was just having some sort of a nervous breakdown or trauma-caused hallucinations... which somehow didn’t impede his ability to see everything else as normal. Yeah.
Unfortunately for the increasingly mystified Soldier, he’d been forced to slow his pace had to slow considerably as the wide, spacious valley narrowed and near encounters with the valley’s inhabitants became more frequent… and then came the obstacle that he was currently facing: the mine.
Colorful locals of varied shapes and colors busied themselves under the shadow of great spoil heaps—piles of rock and dirt cleared out of the many dark shafts that spotted the cliff face. Even this late in the day, with the sun dipping inexorably towards the high and snow-shrouded peaks to the southwest, workers covered the near hillside and the river valley beyond. Lieutenant Green wondered vaguely just what they were mining for, but the little mine carts emerging like clockwork every few minutes were far too distant to see clearly.
Mike frowned in discomfort as his stomach muscles clenched once again. It hadn’t seemed too bad while he was moving around. But now with nothing else to occupy his thoughts, his body had taken a renewed interest in food and comfort. Just now it was reminding him that he’d missed both breakfast and lunch, and was coming up on missing dinner.
Shifting slightly, Lieutenant Green brought his hand to the grenade pouch on his ballistic armor. Instead of a grenade, it carried the last of the snacks he’d brought for the convoy. It was tempting to open it and feast on the contents now; he’d nearly done so when he’d first discovered that the beef jerky, the peanut M&Ms, and the Hershey’s bar had all survived his recent adventures. He hadn’t eaten any of them yet… he didn’t know when his next meal was coming and gorging himself now didn’t seem like the best—
Argh… to heck with it. Giving in to his hunger at last, Lieutenant Green unclipped the grenade pouch and pulled out his crumpled bag of beef jerky. It was as leathery and unappetizing as always, but it was true what they said—hunger is the best spice. The famished lieutenant sipped some river water from his camelbak and gnawed peered over the ridge again, hunting for any new and interesting movement to take his mind off his hunger. He didn’t have to look for long. Was that..? It was! The distinctive light blue fur on the little colt was unmistakable even from this distance. But what was ‘Sky’ doing here, and who was that larger one with him?
Lieutenant Green shielded his eyes and watched as the two horses approached. ‘Sky’s larger companion was dark gray with a slightly lighter mane, and obviously much older. The two seemed to know each other. A relative, perhaps? Maybe it was just his imagination, but Mike was sure he could see hints of resemblance in the two creatures’ build and stance, even if ‘Sky’ was much younger. Then again, maybe it was just something in the body language and behavior… although why body language filtered through the sparking remnants of Mike’s trauma-addled brain should be any indicator, he didn’t know.
Whatever was going on, ‘Sky’ certainly seemed happy to be with the big gray horse. He stuck close by the big one’s side as the two meandered their way through the bustling activity. Lieutenant Green smiled and watched the activity down the slope. At least someone was having a good day right now…
Skydancer looked up and squinted. That was odd. For a minute, he’d sure he had seen… Wait, there it was again! ‘Green’—or another mountain monster very much like him—was up on that low ridge above the mine. What was he doing there? The colt was about to give his strange new friend a quick wave when he noticed his father looking at him in puzzlement.
“What are you looking at, Sport?” Diorite asked, following his son’s gaze and seeing only the jagged outline of the ridge against the sky.
Phew, the mountain monster had ducked out of the way in time. That had been close. Skydancer shrugged with what he hoped was nonchalance. “Oh, just looking around, Dad.”
“All right. You know, Skydancer… You’re not going to explore the hills behind the mine, are you?” Diorite kept his tone light, but his expression was deadly serious as he followed his son’s gaze.
‘Green’ seemed to be gone now, but that had been close. Skydancer turned back to his father, eager to turn the big stallion’s gaze to somewhere besides the nearest ridge. “Why’s that, Dad?”
“The Mine Foremare just put the word out today… Some of the guard ponies have been seeing strange things around the back of the mine. We think some kind of monster might have moved into the area. I don’t want you going back there until we can send some bigger ponies to check it out.”
Skydancer cringed a bit inside, hoping it didn’t show. ‘Some kind of monster might have moved into the area.’ Was that ‘Green?’ Surely his dad and the other mine workers wouldn’t do something to the big, friendly creature, would they? “He—er, it can’t be that dangerous, can it?”
“Just promise me you won’t go behind the mines. Okay, Sport?
“Sure, Dad. N-no problem. I promise I won’t go behind the mine.” Now, trying to warn ‘Green’ that the miners were on to him, that was something else entirely…
Diorite beamed. All right, that was taken care of. He could be sure his son wouldn’t do anything foalish, and a promise was a promise. “Now, come on, let’s go see shaft two—they’ve just uncovered the most amazing fossil down there. We think it’s an ancient dragon. Want to see?”
Skydancer matched his father grin for grin. “Awesome!”
Lieutenant Green chanced one last peek over the ridge. Hmm, ‘Sky’ and his relative were gone. All right, he’d seen enough. From his furtive reconnaissance, he could tell that the path through the hills above the mine was infrequently visited at best—and no wonder with all those crevices and boulders. All he had to do was get some shelter for the night, and tomorrow he could be out of here and on his way to safety.
Things were looking up! With his heart reasonably light and his belly full—for a given value of full, at least—Lieutenant Green clambered down the slope and stealthily made his way back to his ‘hide.’ He could try again tomorrow. Soon, he would be enjoying the dining facility food at Bagram. He could almost taste it… unless that was just the aftertaste from the beef jerky, of course.
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Fernin
|
1522
| 5 |
Original Character,Human,Adventure,Sad,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Gore
|
Airborne
|
A misnamed colt and a misplaced human Soldier find friendship despite the barriers between them.
|
complete
| 160 | 7 |
<p>Skydancer is getting pretty tired of being a young earth pony with a name better suited for a pegasus. Lieutenant Green would love to finish his deployment safely, but first he has to figure out where he is and, just as importantly, why all the Afghans look like colorful little horses. How can a misnamed colt and a misplaced Soldier help each other when they don't even speak the same language?</p><p>Contains minor violence. Not really GORE per se, but some violence.</p><p><i>(Image by </i><a href="http://www.furaffinity.net/user/skaleal" rel="nofollow"><i>Skaleal</i></a><i>)</i></p>
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teen
|
2011-10-16T03:07:10+00:00
|
2011-10-16T03:07:10+00:00
| 3,380 |
“All right, class, that’s enough. Take your seats, please.” Miss Periwinkle clicked her front hooves together, and with a muted babble of voices the milling mass of fillies and colts returned to their desks. The schoolteacher waited for the little ones to focus on her and favored them with her usual happy smile. Time to give them some good news.
“As I’m sure all of you know, it’s near the end of the school term.” This met with the expected level of enthusiasm. If there was one thing that being a teacher had taught Periwinkle, it was that students love to hear about when they don’t have to be students for a while. She couldn’t see it, herself. What was life for if not for learning?
Now it was time for the bad news. “…And so that means it’s time to remind you about your end-of-semester project!”
Miss Periwinkle kept her cheery expression despite the sudden anguish on the face of everypony else in the room. A project? Why hadn’t they been told? Well yes, it was on the school calendar, but no one had said the calendar had meant it… “Yes, yes, I know. But even if you haven’t started it yet you’ll have the entire weekend to finish it!”
This good news did not meet with much approval among an audience that had been planning all sorts of exciting adventures for the next two days of freedom from academia. “Oh, come on. It’ll be fun! Plus, you’ll get to show everypony how much you learned! Remember, you can do your project on anything we’ve covered this past month, and your parents are allowed to help. You can use any of the supplies I have here at the front of the room, and of course anything you can come up with at home.”
Unpleasant memories of a previous year’s project suddenly surfaced in Miss Periwinkle’s mind. Ooh, right. She’d promised the principal that wouldn’t happen again. She made haste to add, “Uh, that does not include your siblings, by the way. And ask your parents first.”
Massed ranks of students stared nervously up at the blue and yellow mare. The end of term project was being as hard a sell as usual. While the thought of a diorama on how the Princesses raised the sun and moon might have brought a glow to Miss Periwinkle’s face, it was patently obvious that she was in the minority. She sighed. “...You could do a diorama, or a science project, or… All right, all right. You’ve talked me into it. And as an added bonus, to make sure you have plenty of time, the school board has allowed me to give you the rest of the day off!”
Periwinkle dove behind her desk just in time as the student body made a dash for the boxes at the front of the room. She waited for the clattering of little hooves to die away and counted to ten. One couldn’t be too cautious. Orange Glaze over in Hoovesbaden, a dear friend from teaching college, had been in traction for a month when she came out from behind a desk too soon. All right… it should be safe now.
Much to the teacher’s surprise, one student remained in the room. In fact, the little colt quite obviously hadn’t even left his desk until the rest of his classmates had rushed out to embrace the beginning of their slightly extended weekend. Now he was quietly nosing through what remained of the nearly disintegrated boxes. “…Skydancer? What are you still doing here?”
“Just… trying to think of what to do for my project,” Skydancer replied. Maybe if he’d been a little faster, he could have gotten some of the good stuff. Unfortunately he’d been thinking of other things—how did one tell a mountain monster that a bunch of big, strong ponies might be looking for him?
Periwinkle’s heart nearly broke as she saw what her student had managed to salvage. It wasn’t much—just some tissue paper, a few light wooden dowels that had seen better days, some glue, and a ball of string. Even the ever-positive teacher couldn’t imagine what could be done with all that. “I’m sorry, Skydancer… your friends didn’t leave you with much, did they?”
The colt shrugged distractedly and started loading the assorted items into his saddlebags. Skydancer knew he should concentrate on picking out the materials for his project, but warning ‘Green’ seemed kind of important. Maybe he could draw out a warning to ‘Green’ on some paper. What about picture of an unhappy-looking bipedal stick figure surrounded by angry pony stick figures in miner helmets? And what—oh! There was an idea.
Thinking of drawings had sparked a memory; suddenly Skydancer recalled ‘Green’s map in the sand and the mysterious ‘Bag-ram.’ “Uh, Miss Periwinkle? Have you ever heard of a place called ‘Bag-ram?’”
“‘Bag-ram?’ Hmm. Not that I can think of, but… Why, are you planning on doing a project on that?” Geography had never been Miss Periwinkle’s strong suit. She struggled with the age-old dilemma of teachers everywhere: admit ignorance, or assign extra homework?
Hah, not exactly. Skydancer shook his head. “No, ma’am… I just heard the name. Somewhere southwest of here?”
Extra homework it was, then. “Tell you what, Skydancer. Check chapter eleven. We weren’t going to cover that section until next semester, but it has maps of all of Equestria in it. If you can find it on the map you can let me know all about it!”
That… actually sounded useful. Skydancer nodded happily. Maybe maps could help ‘Green’ figure out where he was going. “Sure!”
Much to Skydancer’s annoyance, Cirrus was lying in wait for him as he exited the schoolhouse. “Hey, earth pony. Getting some extra help from the teacher? What kind of project could you do, anyway? Mud pies?”
Why wouldn’t the stupid pegasus just leave Skydancer alone? He rolled his eyes and trotted resolutely towards his home. “It’ll be cooler than yours, chicken wings.”
Cirrus made a rude noise and rolled her eyes. She was getting better at flying now and obviously enjoying showing it off as she made another short, fluttering hop to land in front of her intended victim. “Is that the only insult you’ve got, dirt clod?”
“Only ‘cos it’s true!” Shouldering the gray pegasus aside, Skydancer left Cirrus spluttering in impotent rage as he stepped quickly into his house. All right, new objective. Whatever it was going to be, his project was going to beat the heck out of whatever Cirrus was planning.
Quartz was putting the finishing touches on some daisy sandwiches. She smiled and spit out the knife onto the counter. “Hello, Skydancer. You’re home early!”
“Hi there, Mom.” Giving his mother an affectionate nuzzle, Skydancer sidled up to the counter and started to nibble on one of the sandwiches.
Ever the watchful mom, Quartz swatted her son’s questing muzzle away. “No! You’ll spoil your appetite; those are for lunch.”
Time to execute ‘Operation Warn the Mountain Monster.’ “Uh, actually Mom could you pack me a few sandwiches? I want to go work on this project for school. I’ll be down the valley for the rest of the day. For the project.”
“Well, all right… Are you sure you don’t need some help?” Quartz fretted as she wrapped up a few sandwiches in the waxed paper and, as an afterthought, a bag of hay fries. Skydancer always liked those… and at least he was telling her where he was going this time.
Smelling delicious even through their wrappings, the daisy sandwiches went into Skydancer’s bags. He favored his mother with an innocent smile. “No thanks, Mom. Don’t worry; I’ll be back before dinner!”
Thankfully, Cirrus didn’t seem to be around when Skydancer peeked his head out the door and started his trek down the valley. He was still mulling over the problem of communicating with ‘Green,’ but he could hardly call himself a colt if the problem of the annoying pegasus didn’t intrude on his thoughts now and again. Which was to say, constantly.
How best to beat Cirrus? Could Skydancer make some wings out of the meager materials he’d managed to salvage? He giggled a bit at the mental image of himself flapping two enormous tissue paper and wooden wings, swooping in lazy, triumphant circles over her white-maned head. Hah! …But no, even if it would work he couldn’t imagine that his saddlebags held that much material. What else, then?
Faced with a seemingly impossible problem, Skydancer found himself drifting back to one central question. What would Bucephalus do? Well, he’d probably just order his pegasus cavalry to swat the offending filly out of the sky. But… Something sparked in Skydancer’s memory… a particular painting in the textbook.
Skydancer halted and the path and pulled out his schoolbook, flipping eagerly through page after dog-eared page until he found the one he wanted. No… No… No—Ah! There. Planting a hoof to keep the page from turning in the slight breeze, the little blue pony grinned down at his find.
The painting was a smaller one than some of the others, but it had one important feature—something that had led Skydancer to mark the page in the first place despite Miss Periwinkle’s dim view of what she called ‘book abuse.’ In the small reproduction of the painting, some of Bucephalus’ earth pony engineers were busily engaged in a fight to the death with some pegasus tribe’s militia. In the wide valley with nowhere for anypony to hide, the flying attackers should have had it all their own way. But they had lost—all thanks to the clever new weapon devised by one of the great general’s weapon smiths.
One of the strange weapons was in action in the very middle of the image. Near the top of the painting a pegasus struggled, caught in the grip of an entangling rope and some sort of flimsy construction. The text barely mentioned it, but here was a way that an earth pony could beat a pegasus, hooves down. Skydancer leered down at the image. “Gotcha, chicken wings.”
* * *
“Ugh… is it stand-to already?” Lieutenant Green rolled over and pushed himself up as his roommate nudged him insistently once again. His eyes snapped open. The confused officer sat up abruptly as his mind reoriented himself. This wasn’t his cot on FOB Viper! More to the point, that wasn’t his roommate!
The muzzle of the little blue horse was mere inches from the end of Lieutenant Green’s nose. Human and hallucination stared at each other in surprise for a moment before the lieutenant edged backwards and coughed apologetically. “Oh, it’s you. Sorry, ‘Sky.’”
Still groaning and trying to work some stiffness out of his joints, Lieutenant Green started gathering his things. He’d overslept. How the heck could a Soldier in mortal danger in the middle of Afghanistan manage to oversleep, Mike didn’t know, but somehow he’d managed it. It wasn’t too late, though. It was about 1100 hours. He had plenty of time to get through the pass before… urgh.
Apparently the beef jerky from yesterday had not had much staying power. Lieutenant Green’s stomach growled loud enough to make ‘Sky’ jump. The lieutenant was quick to assuage the local’s fears. He rubbed his stomach and frowned. “Sorry little guy, just hungry.”
‘Sky’ titled his head inquisitively. After a moment he nosed into the little packs hanging at his sides. Heh, that was cute, it was like someone had made him little saddlebags or something. Lieutenant Green was about to comment when the blue colt fished out some sandwiches neatly wrapped in waxed paper. The creature babbled something—a little less intelligible than usual since it was coming out around the edge of a sandwich—and offered it to his surprised companion.
“It’s a sandwich,” Skydancer explained to the puzzled mountain monster. “Sand… wich. Actually I don’t know why they call it that; it doesn’t have any sand in it. But anyway, here you go. I had Mom pack a few. Ooh! I have some hay fries too but they’re cold so they may not be very good.”
‘Green’ regarded the sandwich with a sort of mute befuddlement, staring at it as though it was about to explode in his face or grow wings and fly away. Maybe he didn’t realize it was food? Clearing his throat to catch the creature’s attention, Skydancer unwrapped the second sandwich and bit off a mouthful, chewing with a happy expression. “Mmmm… Daisy. Yum.”
Yeah, yeah. The little guy acted like Lieutenant Green had never seen a sandwich before. Well truth to be told, he hadn’t—in Afghanistan. This was… well ‘unexpected’ didn’t really seem to go far enough. Oh well; don’t look a gift horse in—whatever. Bad choice of words. With a shrug, the lieutenant unwrapped the sandwich and picked up a half. It was cut diagonally and, he noticed with amusement, all the crust was gone.
Mike’s stomach growled again, reminding him that he was delaying in eating the first real food he’d seen in over a day. Welp. Here went nothing. The bread was about what one would expect… a little dense, perhaps, and with some extra grit that really shouldn’t be there. The lieutenant had had worse, but at least it was definitely bread. The sandwich’s filling, on the other hand was unexpectedly tangy and certainly more fibrous than a sandwich filling should be. Cautiously, the puzzled Soldier raised the corner of the bread and peered inside. “…Is this grass? And a daisy?”
Despite the unusual choice in sandwich stuffers, Lieutenant Green wasn’t going to turn down free and mostly edible food—not at this juncture. ‘Sky’ smiled happily and offered some sort of browned mass of something, but a quick experiment with one told Mike to stick with his sandwich. As he polished it off, he bowed slightly and tried to convey his thanks to the little blue horse. “Thank you, ‘Sky.’ I wish I had something to give you in return.”
Aha! With a flash of inspiration the lieutenant realized that he did! He held up one finger in a ‘wait-and-see’ gesture that ‘Sky’ may or may not have understood. Crawling to his body armor, Lieutenant Green opened his ammunition pouch and pulled out the Hershey’s bar. Mike opened the wrapper carefully and broke off half of the bar, then put the rest away for safe keeping. He could have that for dinner, he decided. But for the rest…
Skydancer watched with interest as the mountain monster took the dark brown rectangle and broke it in half. The creature reached out, holding it carefully in one of his floppy not-hooves as he offered the object to Skydancer. What was it?
When the colt hesitated, ‘Green’ shrugged. Waving it under his flat, nearly non-existent pink muzzle, the creature grinned and took a bite from one half, mimicking the same gestures Skydancer had made a few minutes earlier. So it was food, then? Taking it from the mountain monster’s grasp, Skydancer took a cautious bite and broke out into a delighted grin. Chocolate! The happy colt quickly finished his portion of the treat and nodded his thanks. “Thanks, ‘Green!’ Wow, where did you get chocolate out here? My dad only ever…”
‘Green’ returned the nod and started gearing up. Skydancer sat quietly, licking missed bits of chocolate bar off his muzzle. He watched ‘Green’ tighten straps and sling the long, black stick over his back. What was that thing, anyway..? But that wasn’t important at the moment. The colt bit his lip in thought. He’d come up here to warn ‘Green,’ yes… but if he did that successfully, the fascinating creature would probably leave, never to be seen again.
Skydancer… didn’t have to tell ‘Green’ just yet, right? He hesitated. His saddlebags felt heavy with the drawing he’d prepared especially for the warning—no need to hike all the way down to the riverbank this time. And surely the miners wouldn’t search all the way up here for the mountain monster, right? He was safe for the afternoon at least, right? But…
Lieutenant Green tightened his helmet onto his head. It was nearly 1230; time to get going if he wanted to make his sun-imposed deadline and be past that mine by dusk. How to tell his little blue friend goodbye? He looked down to see a guilty looking ‘Sky’ emptying his bags on the rocky floor of the shelter. The colt picked up a book and opened it awkwardly, flipping page after page with his hoof. Finally he looked up. “‘Bag-ram?’”
It took the lieutenant a minute to realize what he was seeing. The pages depicted a large, circular splotch of green with various browns patches and blue lines, and… it was a map! He turned the page. Another map. He turned the page. Another. ‘Sky’ had understood his drawings at the river after all!
Lieutenant Green flipped urgently through the pages before returning to the page that the little blue horse had showed him. He scrutinized it. He turned it carefully, trying to line up the terrain and the path of the sun with the ornate compass on the map. He couldn’t read any of the writing, obviously, but it seemed to be about what he’d been looking for. “I don’t know how to thank you… but, thank you.”
Pausing in his scrutiny of the map, Mike looked around the cramped shelter. There must be something he could do for ‘Sky.’ His gaze alighted on the little pile of dowels, strings, and tissue paper. Hey, kids in Afghanistan loved kites, didn’t they? Yeah… Setting the book down, he crouch-walked over to the little pile. “Mind if I use this? I think you’ll like it.”
Skydancer could hear the question in ‘Green’s voice as the latter indicated his project supplies. What did the mountain monster want? Whatever it was, it probably couldn’t hurt. The colt found himself nodding to whatever it was ‘Green’ had said. “Just… careful with that stuff; I need to figure out how to make some sort of string… flying… thingy out of it.”
Gathering up the supplies—hey neat, there was even some fast-drying glue here!—Lieutenant Green climbed out from under the rocks and into the fresh air. He stretched luxuriously and scaled the slope to a relatively flat spot. Ah, that was so much better. Now, how to begin…
By the time Skydancer reached ‘Green’ again, the creature was on his knees, working carefully. Pulling out some kind of metal tool from his seemingly endless supply of pockets, the mountain monster sliced off a bit of string and tied two of the thin wooden dowels together, adding a few drops of glue. More string joined the points of the dowels. The blue colt took a seat and watched, still wondering where this was going.
Next, ‘Green’ laid out some of the colorful paper. He squeezed it a bit between his little… what were those things called, anyway? Hooflets? Claws? Obviously satisfied, the mountain creature started to glue it to the wood-and-string construction. In a matter of minutes what had been a disorganized pile was a large and colorful diamond shape.
Hah, and that was the main body. Now it just needed a tail. Lieutenant Green/ glanced down at his foul-smelling clothing. Well… it wasn’t like he needed all of his undershirt… Some undressing— and a few deft cuts of the multitool and he was done. He knotted the somewhat unsightly tail onto the kite and tied on the remaining string. Thankfully, the glue seemed to be of a fast-drying kind. “And there you go.”
Skydancer stared at the strange green contraption. What… was this exactly? He looked at ‘Green’ with the question in his eyes and shrugged. “It looks nice, but… what is it?”
There was an awkward pause as ‘Sky’ gazed confusedly at Lieutenant Green’s improvised gift. Surely he hadn’t encountered the one kind in Afghanistan who didn’t know how to fly a kite. Maybe he just didn’t like kites? No… he didn’t seem annoyed or disgusted, just… puzzled, somehow. “Huh, you’ve been deprived, ‘Sky.’ This is perfect weather for it too.”
“‘Kite..?’” So it was a… ‘kite?’ Skydancer nodded. Great, but what did it do?
Raising a finger to the heavens, Lieutenant Green tested the air. There was a nice up-valley wind. He wouldn’t even have to get a run up. Holding the kite aloft, he adjusted its angle until the breeze took it and started letting it fly. When Mike heard an astonished cry behind him, he grinned. Oh, good. ‘Sky’ liked it after all.
Skydancer practically leaped into the air after the ‘kite.’ He finally recognized the strange shape from the book, and this was it! How had ‘Green’ known? How could the big mountain monster possibly have known about this? The young earth pony’s eyes followed the colorful paper as it rose higher, flitting to and fro in the wind as ably as any bird—or pegasus. Gaping excitedly upward, Skydancer nudged his friend’s leg. “Can… can you teach me?”
Lieutenant Green retrieved the kite, chuckling at the little blue creature’s excited grin. He didn’t need the local language to tell what that question had been. “Sure, ‘Sky,’ I’ll let you fly this one. But first you’re going to make one of your own.”
The kid’s efforts at making the kite were a bit clumsy, to be sure. Still, with a bit of guidance and several failed attempts, there was soon a second kite to challenge the skies. Lieutenant Green looked on in satisfaction as the new kite took to the air—and quickly took a nosedive into the mountain. Mike winced. “Ooh. Not like that. Here… Try it this way.”
Several more tries and a few rebuilds later, the second kite was aloft. Skydancer giggled excitedly and let out a bit more line through his teeth and shifting the bright green kite’s path to the right. It responded to his commands, soaring higher and swinging out further into the up-valley breeze. He grinned and swung the kite left, letting it dive and pick up speed until it buzzed under ‘Green’s placidly-flying kite and stole its wind. The mountain creature’s kite dropped like a rock.
“Oho, so it’s like that, huh?” Lieutenant Green had never done any kite fighting himself, but he’d seen the Afghan linguists do it a few times on days like this. Heh… time to see if he’d picked up any tricks.
The twin kites danced across the sky, ducking and weaving past each other. Lieutenant Green was the more experienced of the two fliers, but ‘Sky’ was holding his own with a mixture of enthusiasm and near-maniacal aggressiveness. On balance, they were evenly matched.
Mike squinted into the sun and let the kite string slip through his fingers in a moment of realization. The sun had dipped low, hanging only a few hands above the mountains. Shoot, was it really that late? He checked his watch. It was. There was no way he’d be able to make it through the path behind the mine before nightfall now. Crap.
Reeling his kite in, Lieutenant Green shrugged helplessly to ‘Sky’ and pointed meaningfully at the sun. “Well, I think it’s time for me to get to bed. You too, probably.”
Skydancer was looking at the sun too. And he’d promised his mom he’d be home for dinner. “I… I guess this is goodbye for today? Will I see you tomorrow?”
Lieutenant Green took a knee and patted the little colt on the head, mussing ‘Sky’s mane. Hair. Whatever. The two of them looked out over the valley in silence for a few moments. “Well, I suppose this is goodbye, kid. Thanks for all your help. And the sandwiches. You take care of yourself.”
The mismatched pair wordlessly collected up Skydancer’s things and slid the saddlebag back on his back. ‘Green’ offered up both ‘kites’ and the textbook, but Skydancer shook his head. “I only need mine, and I can get the book back tomorrow. Thanks though! See you later!”
Holding the kite carefully between his teeth, Skydancer began his long trek home. He glanced back to see ‘Green’ waving and returned the cheerful gesture. This was going to be great! If he could just practice ‘kite’ flying with the mountain monster a few more times this weekend, he’d be more than ready! He couldn’t wait to see the look on everypony’s face. The happy colt looked back again to wave a final goodbye, but ‘Green’ was already gone.
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A misnamed colt and a misplaced human Soldier find friendship despite the barriers between them.
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<p>Skydancer is getting pretty tired of being a young earth pony with a name better suited for a pegasus. Lieutenant Green would love to finish his deployment safely, but first he has to figure out where he is and, just as importantly, why all the Afghans look like colorful little horses. How can a misnamed colt and a misplaced Soldier help each other when they don't even speak the same language?</p><p>Contains minor violence. Not really GORE per se, but some violence.</p><p><i>(Image by </i><a href="http://www.furaffinity.net/user/skaleal" rel="nofollow"><i>Skaleal</i></a><i>)</i></p>
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Cirrus fluttered her wings, circling in the early-morning updraft as she looked down at the valley below. She’d been fuming all of yesterday from the stupid earth pony’s ‘chicken wings’ remark. ‘True,’ was it? Well, she’d show him.
The orbiting pegasus filly felt her wings waver slightly in the breeze as she caught sight of the light blue spot that was Skydancer. All the practice was paying off; this was as high as Cirrus had ever gotten. Her parents were going to be so proud! And better yet, after today the little annoyance below her was going to regret ever messing with her.
What was Skydancer doing, anyway? He was leaving the village pretty early today… probably off to do something with his school project. Well, little dirt clod better have a backup plan, because Cirrus had a few ideas about what she was going to do to his plan A, whatever it might be. Giggling maliciously, she glided down to a high ridge to rest her tired wings. And the little foal was going out into the middle of nowhere, too. This would be perfect.
The up-valley wind was really strong today. Skydancer was tempted to fly his ‘kite’ for a bit of extra practice as he trotted down the path towards the mountain monster’s hiding place, but he resisted the urge. He’d have plenty of time once he got there.
Skydancer had spent his evening regaling his parents with excited, fragmentary ideas about ‘kite’ flying and all the wonderful things it could do for earth ponies. Okay, he had to admit that using them as a mail delivery system in place of the pegasus pony express was stretching it a bit, but he’d had some good ideas!
Now, the blue colt felt his heart rising as he scaled the steep slope to ‘Green’s rock alcove. He had another reason to hurry today. Skydancer had probed his father carefully about the search for the monster behind the mine, and his dad had been sure that the guard ponies were closing in. How could he have forgotten to give the warning yesterday? Oh, right. The amazing ‘kites.’ And… to be honest, not wanting ‘Green’ to leave.
“‘Green?’ Hey, ‘Green,’ it’s me!” Skydancer called as he neared the entrance. The little shelter remained silent. Well, that was normal. Mountain monsters obviously slept a lot.
“‘…Green?’ Are you there?” Something seemed different about the dank little half-cave. For one, it stank slightly less than usual… And for another, it was entirely empty.
No, the shelter wasn’t entirely empty. Sitting under a few small rocks near the opening of the shelter was a small bundle. At the bottom was ‘Green’s expertly crafted ‘kite.’ On top of that was the remaining half of the chocolate bar that the mountain monster had shared at lunch the day prior. And on top of that, under a small rock, was…
Skydancer’s vision blurred with tears. ‘Green’ hadn’t waited after all. And now he was gone. The dejected young pony moved mechanically, removing the rocks and sliding the chocolate bar into his saddlebags. He looked closer at the little picture drawn on an extra scrap of paper. A slightly better drawn stick figure of ‘Green’ waved up from the page, smiling. More of the strange angular scribbles surrounded the drawing.
With a short sniff—he certainly wasn’t going to cry—Skydancer put the drawing in his saddlebags and picked up the second ‘kite.’ He climbed back out of the hole, blinking in the brightness of the day, and climbed back to the top of the ridge. Well… well… at least he could get in some practice on his new skills.
‘Kite’ practice could burn up some time while Skydancer waited. ‘Green’ would be back soon. Of course he would. He wouldn’t just have left without saying goodbye… unless he had done so yesterday? The colorful paper diamond of Skydancer’s ‘kite’ rose into the sky, but his spirits had never felt lower.
* * *
Lieutenant Green waited for the hoof beats on the path to fade and stepped out again onto the path. He was making good time. At this rate, he’d be down to that trail and past the busy bustle of the mine in no time. And if ‘Sky’s map book was right, there were no more towns after this, all the way to the plains below. He was practically home free. All he had to do was put one foot in front of the other…
* * *
What was that twerp doing? Cirrus could see him sitting dejectedly on a ridge overlooking the river valley. As she circled, a light-colored scrap of something rose into the air until it was almost at her level. “What the hay is that, dirt pony?!”
Skydancer groaned. Cirrus. As if things couldn’t get any worse. He waved an angry hoof in her direction. “Go away, Cirrus!”
Cirrus rolled her eyes. “And here I thought you might be doing something cool. Guess you’re just playing with stupid… diamond… thing?”
“It’s a— it’s a ‘kite.’ Don’t you know anything, chicken wings?” Skydancer snarled through gritted teeth as he tugged on the kite’s strings and sent it hissing past the startled pegasus’ head.
Surprised for a moment, Cirrus lost altitude and nearly crashed into the hillside. The heat of an embarrassed blush rose to her cheeks as she struggled to regain altitude. “Watch it!”
“You watch it! Go away, Cirrus!” The angry blue colt started to reel in his ‘kite.’ He was tempted to try out some of his new ‘kite’-fighting skills, but he just wasn’t in the mood. Besides, it might hurt the ‘kite.’
“Sure, I’ll go away. With this!” Unfortunately, Cirrus was in the mood. With an unpleasant smile she snatched the wood-and-paper diamond as it swooped lower and jerked it out of Skydancer’s grasp.
“Come back here! COME BACK HERE WITH THAT, CIRRUS!” But it was too late. The string was well beyond Skydancer’s reach now, and gaining speed as the annoying gray pegasus circled mockingly.
After several fruitless attempts to regain his hold on the ‘kite’s string, the furious colt watched his tormentor sail serenely down the valley. Cirrus wasn’t moving as fast as she could… she didn’t want to lose him, obviously. Well if it was a chase she wanted… Skydancer took a deep, ragged breath, shucked his saddlebags, and galloped down the slope.
The race was taking a toll on both young ponies as they galloped further down the valley. Several times, Skydancer almost lost Cirrus entirely. Once or twice, he nearly grabbed the string in his teeth and wrestled his kite from her grip. But now they were nearly at the mine.
Cirrus gasped for breath. How the hay was the little dirt clod still running? She was nearing her limit. Time to end this. She saw a narrow valley behind the emerald mine and angled down, letting gravity do the work as she transitioned into a gentle glide. This was going to be great. She couldn’t wait to see the look on Skydancer’s face.
Panting heavily, Skydancer raced past some of the miners of the morning shift and made a right to follow Cirrus’ glide path. She was heading for the hills behind the mine. The pegasus filly was obviously tired. If he timed it right, he might be able to get there when she did. Putting his all into it, the light blue earth pony picked up speed.
Skydancer and Cirrus reached the edge of the rocky, narrow path at about the same time. Cirrus circled once and dropped the ‘kite’—then landed on it with all her weight. The wooden dowels snapped. Despite her wheezing breaths, she still managed to gasp out a few pre-planned lines. “Ooops. Sorry. I feel like such an earth pony…”
For Skydancer, a crimson veil dropped down and covered the world in angry shades of red. That had been his ‘kite.’ From his friend. And now that stupid chicken-winged filly had broken it. “I’m…”
“What’s that, Skydancer?” Cirrus moved her weight from hoof to hoof, grinding the brittle dowels and tearing the rent paper of the ‘kite’ just that little bit more.
“I’m going to buck your stupid face into next week!”
“Hah! You have to get to me first!” Cirrus spread her wings—and winced. Ouch! Of all the times to get a cramp… But the enraged blue earth pony was barreling down on her fast. Didn’t he ever tire out? Desperately flexing her wings, the pegasus filly turned tail and ran down the twisting path as fast as her hooves could take her.
Skydancer didn’t let the fleeing pegasus get far. The two went down in a heap and tumbled, finally smacking into a larger-than-average rock lying across the trail. Skydancer was up in a flash and planted his hooves over Cirrus, tears streaming from his eyes. “Why did you do that? It was ‘Green’s ‘kite!’ He left it for me and now he’s gone, and you BROKE IT!”
Cirrus struggled to climb out from under her pursuer and got shakily to all fours. “Geeze, what is wrong with you, Skydancer? I just broke your stupid thing, you don’t have to crash into me like that! Look, I’m sorry, I…”
The gray pegasus’ eyes widened. She stared at Skydancer, but didn’t seem to see him. “Ch-ch-chicken…”
Blinking back tears, Skydancer wiped one dirtied fetlock across his eyes. He wasn’t going to cry now. Not in front of her, anyway. “What? You did that because I called you ‘chicken wings?’”
Cirrus raised one shaking hoof and pointed. “Ch-ch-ch-chicken head…”
A strange half-hissing, half-clucking sound made the fur rise all down Skydancer’s back. He turned his head slowly and looked behind him. There, out of the corner of his eye, he could see it slithering slowly out of a small, dark burrow. His blood froze.
The cockatrice clucked again, blinking its red, beady eyes. It spread its dark, leathery wings and flapped them experimentally, yawning a bit thanks to its abrupt awakening. What had disturbed its morning nap? Oooh… breakfast.
Skydancer shuddered. So the mine’s guard ponies hadn’t been looking for ‘Green’ after all. And he’d promised his dad and everything… but now it was too late. He bit his lip and exchanged a terrified glance with Cirrus as she watched the cockatrice finish its post-nap stretch. What would a brave pony do right now? What would Bucephalus the Great do? “Cirrus? When I say run, run as fast as you can and get the guard ponies. All right?”
“S-skydancer, what are you--?”
“Run! Now!” Fortunately for Skydancer’s plan, Cirrus didn’t need any urging. She was off like a shot, stumbling past the cockatrice and out of sight before it could react. Okay, time for step two.
“For SKYDANCER THE GREAT!” Somehow it had sounded better in Skydancer’s head, but he had no time for that now. He kicked out with both rear hooves, catching the cockatrice full on the beak. It squawked angrily, but its annoying prey was already galloping down the rugged, torturous path as fast as his hooves could take him.
Unfortunately, thanks to the direction he’d been facing, Skydancer had a long and dangerous flight ahead of him. There was no way to double back; the earth pony had to keep running. He dodged around a boulder and tried to accelerate, trying desperately to fill his lungs to do the only thing that could save him now. “Help! Help! Dad! ‘Green!’ Anypony! Heeeellllp!”
Lieutenant Green looked at his watch and leaned tiredly against a rock. It had been at least thirty minutes since he’d entered the hills behind the mine. He was making good time… he hoped. If only the trail wasn’t so rugged, and he didn’t have to move so slowly for fear of making noises which would betray him. His stomach grumbled and he found himself wishing for any food—even another one of ‘Sky’s bizarre sandwiches—to take the edge off. Well, maybe he could delve into his M&M’s…
A terrified shout sent a jolt of adrenaline through Mike’s tired muscles as it echoed through the hills. Someone was nearby! That someone had a voice that sounded a lot like ‘Sky.’ And from the sound of it, the kid was in trouble.
The lieutenant was on his feet again in an instant. Should he..? No. No time for thinking now. It was a good thing he’d had time to clean his rifle again… Lieutenant Green unshouldered his weapon and checked the chamber. He slapped the magazine out of habit to make sure it was seated properly, then turned his back on his path and raced back the way he had come.
Skydancer yelped in pain as he trod on an unexpectedly loose rock. He stumbled and fell, going head over tail and scrambling to regain stable ground for his hooves. He had to keep going, or he was dead—worse than dead. “Help! Help!”
The cockatrice was gaining on Skydancer. He could hear the measured beat of its wings. It was toying with him. Why had he been so stupid?! How could he ever think that a little colt like him could be as brave—and as victorious—as Bucephalus? He looked up—and saw a familiar mottled green shape lumbering up the path. “‘Green!’”
“Jesus Christ on a pogo stick, what the &$#*ing $#@$ is that?!” ‘Sky’ was being chased by… a thing. Lieutenant Green lacked even the vocabulary to describe it properly. What kind of crazy hallucination would replace some normal, every day thing with a chicken-headed… lizard… snake… bat… whatever the heck it was?
The safety clicked off as the lieutenant raised his rifle and squeezed off a few shots in the creature’s direction. Whatever it was, it didn’t look friendly and ‘Sky’ was running from it. That was good enough for him. The shots whizzed by the beast, a lucky bullet clipping the edge of one wing. The monstrosity squawked for all the world like a surprised and angry chicken and dropped, bleeding, to the ground.
Both Skydancer and his rescuer were out of breath as the pony reached ‘Green’ and leaned tiredly against him. The colt’s ears were still ringing from the explosive sound of the mountain monster’s weapon. Skydancer wondered dully if perhaps he should have been more worried about the guard ponies than ‘Green’ if the group had found him.
No worrying about that now, though. Skydancer waved his hooves tiredly, trying to come up with the gestures to tell the mountain monster what needed to be said. “‘Green!’ It’s a cockatrice! Don’t let it look at you!”
Lieutenant Green looked down at the blue horse and patted his head in what he hope was a comforting way. “Don’t worry, ‘Sky,’ you’re safe now. You don’t need to cover your eyes; it was just a rifle. There, there… But man, what the heck was that thing?”
Holding his weapon at the ready, Lieutenant Green moved forward to get a closer look at what he’d shot. He mentally cursed his persistent hallucinations. It would be nice to know if he’d just shot a mountain lion, or a mujahedeen, or what. He stared at the creature in trepidation. Honestly, who was he kidding, really? There was no possible way that he’d still be hallucinating this long even after getting his bell rung by a roadside bomb, right? The brain was weird, but not that weird… was it?
The cockatrice hissed angrily and struggled upright against a wave of horrendous pain. The big gray-green creature had… hurt it somehow. And now it was coming closer to finish the job. The cockatrice hadn’t woken up this morning with plans to be on anyone’s menu, and it definitely wasn’t going to change those plans now. Staring up with revenge in its small red eyes, it lashed out in the only way that was left to it.
Lieutenant Green stumbled a bit as he took another step towards the creature. It was… looking at him now, in a way that was hard to describe. He squinted his eyes. What was wrong with him? He felt so tired…
Skydancer moaned. Already the dark gray stone was creeping up ‘Green’s legs. The mountain monster had come to the rescue, but now he was the one in danger! The blue earth pony gritted his teeth and tried to will some life back into his shaking limbs. He couldn’t just sit by and let this happen. Small rocks scraped underhoof as the light blue colt forced his body into what would probably be its final sprint. “‘Green!’ Look out!”
At the shout, both cockatrice and Soldier looked at the charging earth pony. The cockatrice cackled and shifted its petrifying gaze. The big one wouldn’t take much longer anyway, and the small blue pony…the blue pony had hurt it first.
Lieutenant Green gaped in horror as ‘Sky’s body suddenly seized up and turned gray. The little horse halted mid-stride and tipped over, scraping the ground with a terrible grating hiss of rock-on-rock. The small body lay still, frozen as if he was still galloping along. He… was he dead? No living thing could lie that still. It was impossible. It couldn’t just have happened. It…
A cold feeling washed over Mike. He let his breath out slowly and raised his rifle, aiming carefully through the sight. His finger slid onto the trigger.
The cockatrice hissed in satisfaction. Now, to finish off the big one. It looked up—and met a controlled pair of 5.56mm rounds coming the other direction. The white-feathered head exploded in a shower of gore. A few more shots slammed into the creature’s body, but it was already dead.
Echoes of the last few gunshots and the quiet click of the safety going back on were the only sounds as Lieutenant Green slid the rifle back onto his back. He stumbled over to the prone form of his little blue friend. His feet still felt strangely numb and leaden as he went to his knees beside the body. It was cold and gray, and strangely hard. Stone? How the heck was ‘Sky’ made of stone, now?
“&$#* this place… &$#* that stupid monster thing… and &$#* this… this… THIS.” Grunting with the effort, Lieutenant Green picked up ‘Sky’s still form and surged to his feet. Barely knowing what he was even doing, the snarling, swearing officer stumbled back the way he had come. The locals at the mine would be able to help. They had to. There was no other choice.
Everything that followed stretched out into one long, exhaustion-fogged moment as Lieutenant Green struggled up the path. He tripped, nearly falling, but managing to slam his shoulder into the steep hillside before he dropped to the ground. Couldn’t do that. Might hurt ‘Sky.’ With his shoulder throbbing, he continued on.
Mike tripped again. What was wrong with his feet? Didn’t matter. Had to keep going.
After a bit the panting, exhausted lieutenant could hear voices and movement ahead. He was close, now. Taking a ragged breath, Mike raised his voice. “Hey! Over here! Help!”
Diorite’s hooves pounded on the rocky ground as he galloped up the path. He’d heard the news—all the miners had—when the bruised and crying Cirrus had come stumbling into the mining camp. It had taken precious minutes to get the story out of her—and after that, Diorite wouldn’t have wasted another second if Princess Celestia herself had ordered it. If only he’d been there… if only he’d been more forceful! If only Skydancer had listened!
The large gray stallion screeched to a halt as he rounded the next bend in the twisting trail. A strange, hulking figure, taller than anypony Diorite had ever seen, was stumbling up the path on its hind legs. Several guard ponies from the rescue party slammed into Diorite with confused shouting, but they were of secondary importance to what lay before the horrified father. There, in the creature’s forelegs, was Skydancer. And he was gray instead of light blue. And he wasn’t moving.
Lieutenant Green blinked dully at the suddenly appearing horses. Where had they come from? They hadn’t been there a moment before. His limbs felt so heavy. He could just lie down… and… No! Not yet. Feeling his legs buckling under him, Mike turned his body so that he’d land face up. He managed to gasp a final plea as he fell. “Help…”
The strange creature topped before Diorite reached him, landing heavily on the ground. The gray stallion cringed—but somehow the monster had fallen oddly, landing so that it almost cradled Skydancer’s cold, petrified body. There was still hope, then. Diorite was almost crying in relief.
“Wow, what happened to this thing…” One of the guards prodded the prone form of the green-gray creature with a curious hoof. It had obviously had a run-in with the cockatrice as well—gray stone encased its rear legs almost all the way to the knee.
Diorite stared down at the thing that had brought him his son. “I don’t know… but I think we need to bring it to the Foremare.”
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Fernin
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1522
| 7 |
Original Character,Human,Adventure,Sad,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Gore
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Airborne
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A misnamed colt and a misplaced human Soldier find friendship despite the barriers between them.
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complete
| 160 | 7 |
<p>Skydancer is getting pretty tired of being a young earth pony with a name better suited for a pegasus. Lieutenant Green would love to finish his deployment safely, but first he has to figure out where he is and, just as importantly, why all the Afghans look like colorful little horses. How can a misnamed colt and a misplaced Soldier help each other when they don't even speak the same language?</p><p>Contains minor violence. Not really GORE per se, but some violence.</p><p><i>(Image by </i><a href="http://www.furaffinity.net/user/skaleal" rel="nofollow"><i>Skaleal</i></a><i>)</i></p>
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teen
|
2011-10-15T15:19:03+00:00
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2011-10-15T15:19:03+00:00
| 3,615 |
“Aaaaaannndd… that should do it!”
Skydancer’s legs flailed in the air for a minute as he cried out in fear—and fell out of the hospital bed. “Oooh… ouch.”
A dark gray hoof helped the disoriented colt to his feet. He looked up. “Dad!—Urk…”
Though it had only been returned to him seconds ago, Skydancer found the life nearly crushed out of him a second time as Diorite pulled his son into the tightest hug he’d ever given. “Don’t ever do anything like that again, young colt. Do I make myself clear?!”
Diorite’s voice was angry, but there were happy tears in his eyes. Skydancer returned the hug. “Yes, Dad… Sorry Dad...”
The unicorn doctor nodded happily and made a few notes on his clipboard, which he handed to a pink-maned orderly. “All right, he seems to be recovering properly… I’ll just excuse myself for a moment to attend to the other patient…”
Skydancer found his hooves again as his father released him with the greatest of reluctance. He shifted awkwardly, trying to work the kinks out of his body from what felt like a very long nap. It took a moment for the unicorn’s comment to catch in his mind. “Dad… what happened to ‘Green?’ Is he okay?”
Cocking his head in puzzlement, Diorite tried to make sense of his son’s question and the foreign sounds rolling off the colt’s tongue. “‘Greyn?’ What’s a… ‘Grein,’ did you say? Are you feeling okay, Sport?”
“Dad! I mean the big, tall green-and-gray thing! Is he okay?” Skydancer stomped a hoof in frustration at his father’s bemused expression.
“You mean you know that monster? How? We can’t get a word out of him! Everypony’s tried…”
“Where is he?!”
Finally yielding to his son’s insistence, Diorite led the way to the other end of the mine’s aid station. He nodded to the two guard ponies at the door and father and son went inside.
‘Green’ was sprawled over several beds. The gurneys had been placed one next to the other just to provide enough space for the mountain monster to lie down. He mumbled to himself, shifting fitfully from position to position. The medical ponies had removed what clothing they could. It was almost shocking to see how much thinner and slimmer and even pinker ‘Green’ looked without it. At least thanks to a few baths he no longer smelled so bad… But to Skydancer’s surprise, the wavering line of petrified flesh was still there, although it had receded to the big creature’s rear hooves.
“Don’t disturb him. He’s been like this since we brought him in,” Diorite said softly.
Skydancer stared from his own hooves to the wavering line of rock on the mountain monster’s body. “Wha… why isn’t he healed yet?! I’m fine…”
“I don’t know. Doctor?” The big stallion shrugged helplessly and appealed to expert authority.
Nodding to another orderly, Doctor Trocar approached the two earth ponies. “Here to see our mystery creature? I explicitly told the guards no unnecessary visitors!”
“I’m not unnecessary, I’m ‘Green’s friend!” Skydancer retorted. It was practically a shout. On his makeshift bed, the moaning patient stirred.
The unicorn made desperate shushing noises. “Shhh! He’s still at a very delicate state!”
“Why isn’t he better yet?!” Skydancer’s gaze flitted to the creature on the beds again. ‘Green’s eyelids were fluttering, and his breathing came in ragged gasps.
“We don’t know! He should be better by now, but my spells are barely making a dent! It’s like the magic is just passing right through him with no effect! It’s like he’s not even there.” Doctor Trocar whined. “I’m supposed to be the specialist, but I’ve had to call for specialists just to—”
“‘Sky?’ Is that you?” Lieutenant Green pushed himself up on the beds and groaned. He felt terrible. His vision was blurry, but a few rapid blinks soon cleared it. He was in… some kind of hospital? It smelled like a hospital.
The little blue horse was at the lieutenant’s bedside, looking worried. Lieutenant Green gave him a feeble grin. So he was all right. Thank God. “Don’t worry, ‘Sky,’ I’m sure Doctor Horn over there will fix me right up… Any idea what’s wrong with my feet? They still feel all… funny.”
It was heartbreaking to watch as ‘Green’ pushed himself up slowly, prodding in confusion at his still-petrified feet. He shrugged and flopped back down on the mattresses in a cacophony of creaking springs. Skydancer sighed. “Oh, ‘Green…’”
Skydancer turned to the doctor, eyeing the unicorn’s horn. “Doctor, can’t you... cast a translation spell or something? I want to talk to him.”
“Don’t know any; sorry. I just heal ponies. And apparently monsters now too. You’re welcome, by the way,” Doctor Trocar commented defensively.
“Besides,” the unicorn continued. “Aren’t you his friend? You two seemed to be talking just fine there, even if he was spouting mostly nonsense. Delirious, no doubt.”
How could the doctor be so smart yet so stupid? Skydancer ground his teeth. “No, that’s just how he talks! He doesn’t speak Equestrian!”
“All right Sport, I think we’ve bothered your friend and the good doctor enough. Let’s go see your mother while there’s still some daylight.” Diorite practically had to drag his son out of the room. ‘Green’ waved from his bed and collapsed back with a sigh.
There was a surprise visitor for Skydancer when he left the aid station. He blinked a few times, trying to figure out whether the sudden brightness of daylight was making him see things. But there was Cirrus, wings drooping in shame. She flashed him an awkward grin. “H-hay there, Skydancer.”
“Cirrus! What are you doing here?” Skydancer was caught more off-guard than if ‘Green’ had suddenly leaped off his sickbed and started singing in Equestrian.
“I…” Cirrus trailed off. A pink pegasus mare—Mrs. Cloud—nudged her daughter in the ribs.
Shooting her mother an annoyed look, Cirrus tried again. She dug distractedly in the ground with one hoof as she talked, avoiding Skydancer’s gaze. “I’m here to apologize. I’m sorry about your ‘kite’ thing… Uh… I asked some of the unicorns in our class to fix it…”
“Oh… Thanks.” This was incredibly awkward. Skydancer looked at the ground, waiting for the conversation to end.
“And, er… I wanted to thank you too. For saving me like that. From the, uh, from the cockatrice. That was brave. Really, brave. You’re… not as dumb as I thought-- Ow!” That comment had earned Cirrus another poke in the ribs.
Cirrus exchanged a mutual glare with her mother before continuing. “…It was actually… kind of cool.”
“You’re welcome, I guess.” Part of Skydancer wanted to rub it in the gray pegasus face. That’s right! There was something he could do better than her, so there! But the majority of him just wanted to get away from her as quickly as possible. With the conversation apparently over, the two respective parents nodded to each other and led their charges their separate ways.
“Is… anypony going to be able to help ‘Green,’ Dad?” Skydancer asked plaintively when they’d been walking up the river path for several minutes.
Diorite chuckled. “Oh, Doctor Trocar called in the best help available. The very best.”
“When will he be here?”
The gray stallion looked up. The sun was still high in the sky. “Well she’s a little busy right now, but I think she’ll be here around nightfall. In the meantime, why don’t we get you some of your mother’s best daisy sandwiches?”
Skydancer grinned. “Sure, Dad! Er… can we bring back one for ‘Green’ too? I think he likes them…”
* * *
Lieutenant Green passed in and out of consciousness. It was nice that the doctors were so worried about the numbness in his feet, but maybe they should do something about his head? By this point of his adventures he was used to seeing things, but this was a new one. He squinted up as the waving, multicolored mass of light entered the room. There was a general change in the background hum of his surroundings, as though the entire place was holding its breath. He pushed himself up awkwardly. “Whu..?”
There was a short exchange of the local language. Mike listened attentively, although he didn’t know why he bothered. Hmm… he really should have come up with a name for it. How did ‘horse-ese’ sound? Heh… Horsies. He chuckled weakly. Now the lieutenant knew he was cracking up, that joke had been almost as bad as the ones Sergeant First Class Rodriguez liked to make.
Whatever bright lights had been brought into the room, they seemed to be dimming somewhat. Lieutenant Green looked into the calm, warm eyes of the biggest horse-thing he’d seen yet. She seemed pretty important, what with the golden crown and wings and horn and all. He straightened and gave a half-hearted salute, struggling to stay upright as his vision darkened. “Sorry ma’am… I know we’re indoors and all, but you seem like the closest thing to authority that I’ve seen in the last…”
The lieutenant trailed off as strength left him. The impact of his head on several pillows woke him again and he lurched back upright, continuing where he’d left off. “…Week, maybe? Lieutenant Michael Green, United States Army. And you are?”
There was another short exchange as Lieutenant Green found himself lying down unexpectedly. He must have passed out again. The big white creature was nodding to one of her bodyguards—Mike recognized the type—as the room’s door slid open. The guard left, and the lieutenant grinned and waved at the new arrivals. Finally, some familiar faces. He gestured questioningly to the crowned white horse. “Hey! Hey ‘Sky…’ Good to see you. Any idea who this is?”
Skydancer stumbled as he found himself fighting between his forward momentum and the sudden and pressing need to bow. It was her! Somehow, his father didn’t seem surprised. Had he known? “Y-your majesty! Wow! Are you here to help ‘Green?’”
The solar monarch smiled down at her young subject. “Of course, my little pony… So you’re the one who befriended this poor lost soul?”
“Oh no, your Majesty. I don’t think he’s lost… I gave him a map! Er… once he’s back on his feet he’ll be able to get to ‘Bag-ram’ in no time!”
Diorite made a strangled sound and moved to silence his son before Skydancer got them all banished. Fortunately, the princess simply laughed. “I’m afraid it’s not as simple as that, Skydancer. Your ‘Green’ is a long, long way from home…”
“Can… can you help him get back, then? Er, your Majesty.” Seeing the looks on his parents’ faces, Skydancer could feel he was going to pay for this later. But he had to know.
The princess nodded. “I can. And so can you.”
Skydancer looked nervously at the prone form of the mountain monster. He looked worse than ever. “…How can I help?”
Lieutenant Green looked up feebly in time to see the guard return pushing a cart. Piled high were the various parts of his gear, ballistic armor and all. He smiled and nodded to the white-furred guard. “Hey there… thanks for getting my stuff, guy.”
The guard snorted and returned to his post, staring impassively into space. Lieutenant Green chuckled. “Well, sorr-ree.”
The big white one approached, and suddenly Mike could smell a tang of burning tin in the air. The hairs rose on his body as though he were standing in a big electric field. He yelped in pain as burning, tingling sensation returned to his lower extremities. The lieutenant wiggled his toes gingerly and slumped back in his bed as a wave of nausea nearly overtook him. “Whoo… that packed a punch.”
“’Green!’ Are you okay?” Sky asked anxiously.
Lieutenant Green smiled and waved one arm awkwardly. “Sure, kid… just fine… Oooh… Thanks for everything, but I think I need to lie down for a bit…”
The blue colt was staring at him. A slow grin spread across his muzzle. “You can talk!”
Blinking, Mike stared blearily at ‘Sky.’ “Wuzzat?”
The tall white horse stepped forward. “Lieutenant Green… You should not be here.”
Some harmonic in the creature’s voice sent a strange buzzing feeling through Lieutenant Green’s skull. It was like standing on the road when an Abrams rolled by… you could feel it through your very bones. “Yeah..?”
“Skydancer is safe, and better for your visit, but it is time to go. Do you want to go home? Then say your goodbyes.” The creature’s voice seemed to be growing softer as she spoke. Mike struggled to keep his eyelids from drooping, but realized they were fully open. The room was simply getting dark.
“Good… Glad to hear it. And yes I do. Goodbye, Sky… Skydancer..?” Lieutenant Green struggled to hear over the growing ringing in his ears. He reached out convulsively and he felt for the small blue hoof that met his hand.
“All right Lieutenant… I need you to wake up.” The ringing was louder than ever now. It had merged into one continuous, ear-destroying tone. If he had had the energy, Lieutenant Green would have screamed.
The lights flared and flickered. When Skydancer’s eyes cleared, the warm grasp of his friend’s not-hoof was gone. The makeshift bed was empty. So was the cart that had been laden with ‘Green’s possessions. He looked up to the princess with tears in his eyes. “Will… will he be okay?”
Princess Celestia sighed. “I can’t say that he’s in a better place than here… but yes. He should be fine.”
Skydancer hesitated, but asked his final question. He could tell that he’d pressed his luck enough. “Will I ever see him again?”
“I think that rather depends on him. And now, my little pony, I hear you’ve got a special enthusiasm for one of my old friends, Bucephalus…”
The colt nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, your Majesty! I… Oh, noooo, Miss Periwinkle is going to be so upset!”
For once, the princess seemed to be caught off-guard. “Miss Periwinkle? Why..?”
Skydancer planted one hoof firmly on his embarrassed face. “…I forgot to get my textbook back from ‘Green!’”
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Fernin
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1522
| 8 |
Original Character,Human,Adventure,Sad,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Gore
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Airborne
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A misnamed colt and a misplaced human Soldier find friendship despite the barriers between them.
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complete
| 160 | 7 |
<p>Skydancer is getting pretty tired of being a young earth pony with a name better suited for a pegasus. Lieutenant Green would love to finish his deployment safely, but first he has to figure out where he is and, just as importantly, why all the Afghans look like colorful little horses. How can a misnamed colt and a misplaced Soldier help each other when they don't even speak the same language?</p><p>Contains minor violence. Not really GORE per se, but some violence.</p><p><i>(Image by </i><a href="http://www.furaffinity.net/user/skaleal" rel="nofollow"><i>Skaleal</i></a><i>)</i></p>
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teen
|
2011-10-15T15:19:36+00:00
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2011-10-15T15:19:36+00:00
| 4,814 |
Lieutenant Green sat up and winced. Did anybody get the number off that truck? He found himself looking at his hand, expecting it to be holding something... blue? It was empty. Okay. Where was he? The groggy lieutenant looked around. Hmm. Small room. One door, one window. Bed. Comfy bed.
The familiar lilting phrases of Dari filtered through the door. After a moment, someone rapped at the portal. A heavily accented voice called, “Hello? Awake, yes?”
Heart sinking, the lieutenant replied. “Yes. Bali.”
“Aaah, you know some Dari! A salaam aleykum! Manda nabashen. Hob hasti?” A big—which is to say wide—Afghan burst through the door, wearing the uniform of the Afghan National Police. He clapped the shocked American’s hand in both of his own and shook it warmly, barely drawing a breath as he continued to bombard the confused lieutenant with a usual Afghan greeting salvo.
“Uh… Waleykum a salaam. You’re Afghan National Police?” Finally Lieutenant Green managed to extricate his hand. He shifted on the cot, wincing as he pulled sore muscles. What had he been doing? He hadn’t really been where his sleep-fogged memory was telling him he’d been, right..?
“Bali, bali. Yes. Please get dressed! Your American friends will be here for you shortly! We call… We call OCC-P, and they call Americans, and Americans come here!” The policeman beamed.
Lieutenant Green nodded and stood unsteadily, trying to pull on his uniform. They’d left him his rifle and all his gear… probably not insurgents? And this one said that they’d called the provincial operation coordination center… “Uh… where did you find me?”
The policeman shrugged. “Very strange! Very strange. You in river, right on our patrol route! We fish you out! We call—”
“—The OCC-P, the OCC-P called the Americans, and the Americans are coming here. Right. Do you know when?” Lieutenant Green tightened the straps on his body armor and hooked in his rifle’s sling.
“Very soon! Very—Ah, there.” Afghan and American alike looked out the window as the rumble of big diesel engines filled the air. Lieutenant Green smiled and slid on his helmet. Here came the cavalry, and just in time. Much longer and this policeman would probably talk him to death.
* * *
Lieutenant Green had never thought he’d be so happy to hear the ever-present roar of jets from the Bagram Air Field runways. They sounded even louder here, in the passenger terminal. He looked up as the last four of his social security number were called. He echoed the numbers and called out, “Here! Green!”
Taking his place in the line, the lieutenant followed his fellow Soldiers out on to the hard runway of the airfield. The wide maw of the C-17’s cargo bay gaped invitingly as he scaled the ramp and took his seat in the cramped palletized seating at the center of the aircraft. Drat, he’d been hoping for a wall seat this time. Some guys had all the luck.
Mike looked to his left at the Air Force lieutenant colonel who took the seat next to him. Of course, the air crew was ever solicitous in the treatment of their fellow Airmen; the planeless pilot was already sipping on a cold Pepsi and digging through his boxed lunch. Boy, had Lieutenant Green joined the wrong service.
Lieutenant Green grinned at his fellow passenger. “Flying the friendly skies in someone else’s bird today, eh sir?”
The lieutenant colonel chuckled. “Yep… just glad to be getting home for some R&R. These six month rotations are a killer.”
Thanks for twisting the knife, sir. Lieutenant Green groped for more banalities, but what does an Army lieutenant say to someone twenty years and several ranks his senior? He looked down to comment on the flyer’s unit patch—and felt his jaw drop. It couldn’t be. He found his hand groping for the cargo pocket of his uniform and pulled out the strange book.
The book and, for some reason, a daisy-and-grass sandwich were all that remained of an adventure that was still hazy in Lieutenant Green’s mind. At least, it was hazy according to the story the debriefers had gotten. Mike had no intention of getting booted less than two years into his tour of service for being nutty as a fruitcake, thank you very much, and strange adventures with little horse people definitely qualified.
Skydancer’s little book was just where Lieutenant Green had left it. The writing was, sadly, still as unintelligible as before, but the pictures… Mike flipped to a few pages that the little blue colt had dog-eared and scrutinized the pictures, then stared at the colonel’s patch again. The body shapes were the same. He felt his throat tightening a bit. “Uh, sir… What unit patch is that? I don’t recognize it.”
The lieutenant colonel shrugged and looked down at the patch with its cheery blue pegasus lobbing an oversized bomb at the ground. “Oh, this? It’s not a real patch, just a little something we made up. Rainbow Dash. ‘Death from above! In ten. Seconds. Flat.’ Plus, my kids get a kick out of it, so there’s that. Why? Fan of the show?”
“N-no reason sir… Think we’ll lift off soon?” There were some things, Mike was sure, that he was better off not knowing. Or thinking about. Suddenly deeply, deeply regretting not sitting somewhere else, Lieutenant Green craned his neck to look out the back of the aircraft. He squinted. Was that..?
In the distance, off the end of the runway and outside the perimeter, specks of colored paper weaved and danced in the evening breeze. Lieutenant Green found a smile ghosting across his face as he watched the Afghan kites flutter in the wind. He turned around and buckled in, settling back in his seat and closing his eyes as he waited for the big troop transport to get airborne. “See you around, Skydancer.”
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Timefly
|
1523
| 1 |
Original Character,Princess Celestia,Spike,Twilight Sparkle,Adventure,Comedy,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Gore
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The Adventures of Spike and Twilight 1 - Gold
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Before there was the Mane 6 there was Spike and Twilight, and they had adventures and stuff. Gold.
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cancelled
| -1 | -1 |
<p>Set 1 year before the start of Season 1. Twilight's discovered something rather amazing, but the truth about Equestria is that there are invisible hands acting, and it's not going to end without a bang...</p><p>Start of a series chronicling the adventures of Twilight and Spike before and after the events of the main show.</p><p>Please note, this is not GrimDark but my sense of humour is a bit dark.</p>
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teen
|
2011-10-15T16:26:35+00:00
|
2011-10-15T16:26:35+00:00
| 1,729 |
Gold Chapter 1) - Goblins, Gold and Glycerine
In Equestria, gold has always been the most valuable of all resources. While anypony, can cast a spell to find gold, not many actually wish to. You see, in Equestria there are Diamond Dogs, beasts with a thirst for precious stones, there are also Gold Goblins, a much more fearsome beast. While having a cheesy name, these beasts are very dangerous and, being central to this story, they probably deserve a brief paragraph.
Diamond Dogs are stupid, Gold Goblins are not. They have had control of Equestria's gold supply for well over 950 years now. It used to be one of Princess Luna's duties, before her tragic 'incident', to manage Equestria's economy. Luna had always loved gold and had always done a good job of making sure it was supplied to the kingdom but, after her 'incident', there was promptly no one who had any idea of how to manage the gold mines of Equestria. The Gold Goblins moved in and have had a monopoly on gold ever since. Gold Goblins are brutal, ferocious beasts. If a pony were to encounter one by accident, the Gold Goblin would promptly smash said pony's skull in with a spade (there preferred weapons, being both useful and deadly). They would then take a knife to the carcass and cut off the cutiemark of the dead pony, almost like a scalping. Though, for all their brutality Gold Goblins are not irrational barbarians. Everything they do is in order to instill fear, they are not skilled in anything except quarrying and mining and so they make the most of what they have. All gold is brought from the Gold Goblins in exchange for technology, food and other such things. In essence the Gold Goblin society is almost like that of a large investment bank.
Now, gold is valuable because the Gold Goblins wish so and nopony wishes to anger them by mining for gold themselves. This means that magic comes into play. Unicorns have always had the ability to change one element into another, but it is no easy task. This is where the 'Philosophers Stone' comes in, this is also where Twilight Sparkle comes in.
"Spike!" Twilight called out as the purple dragon clumsily tried to make his way upstairs, clinging desperately to the pile of books in his arms.
"I'm coming already." He grumbled as he bit his lip, holding back words of resentment.
"There's no time, we must hurry."
Spike was beginning to lose his patience with Twilight, she'd been running him ragged for the past three days. She was excited because she has discovered something or other which Spike neither understood nor cared to understand. Lack of sleep does that to dragons.
"Here you go Twilight, the books you wanted."
"Perfect, just what I needed. Now here's a list of all the equipment I'll need."
Twilight handed Spike a seemingly endless list of pieces of equipment with long, cryptic names. The list was marked with coffee stains and was crawling with spidery writing filling every available space. Twilight's normally pristine writing had turned into the scrawling of a foal in the past few days. Spike took it as a sign that she had been sleeping even less than he had.
"Twilight, how am I supposed to fetch all these things, and help you make notes, and keep the place tidy all while getting ready for the princess visiting this afternoon." Spike moaned, the lack of sleep was getting to him and he didn't think he could carry on like this for the rest of the afternoon.
"The princess is visiting!" Twilight jumped up from her reading position into a stance of a pony who looked as if they were being attacked. Her face contorted into all sorts of expressions as she realised the date.
Today was her monthly progress meeting, once a month the princess would come over for dinner and she'd discuss with Twilight her progress in her studies. It was supposed to be a formal event but, being the princess's star pupil, it was always rather informal. Still, the princess was a ruler of the land and rather liked things to be tidy.
"Celestia's coming here?" Twilight almost whined with a look of complete nervousness on her face, mouth agape at the state that her living quarters had gotten into over the past few days. The normally elegant looking living quarters of the palace tower nearest to the observatory were a mess. Books and experimental apparatus were lying everywhere. Plates, cups and cutlery were scattered all over the floor and reading desks. Twilight did not like the look of what she saw.
"Spike, how long do we have before the princess arrives?"
"About half an hour."
Light burst from Twilight's horn. She began to use her telekinesis to pick up books and put them back on shelves randomly as she rapidly teleported round the room hiding large piles of mess into cupboards and under furniture as she went.
"Quickly, Spike. We have to rush, we must be ready by the time the princess is here. She'll be so mad." Twilight's voice had a twinge of panic in it as she imagined all the things that Celestia might do or, at best, say to her when she saw the state of the room. Twilight knew she was over-reacting but she desperately didn't want to upset the princess. Not after what happened last week.
"I'll go and start cooking something."
"Good idea. Oh, and take these with you." At that moment Spike was crushed under a huge tide of plates and cutlery Twilight had dumped upon him, without thinking.
Twilight remembered back to last week when the princess had made her attend Moondancer's birthday party. The princess had insisted that Twilight make an effort to just mingle and chat with the other students of the school, in order that she no longer was seen as the insane recluse in the tower. Twilight at first had complained bitterly but after a while had realised that she was going to have to go, her liking it or not. So Twilight decided to see it a a challenge. She studied the art of 'partying' for days before she came to the conclusion that in order to make an impression she must have a 'party trick', as her books referred to it. So she began work on a spell to turn water into wine, an idea she found amusing, sadly though, no one else did. Her 'trick' went wrong and she accidentally turned water into nitroglycerine. Luckily, Celestia sensed the problem before the fireworks began. Sadly, she only had time to cast a spell to protect all living things in the vicinity. Moondancer held her party in the informal greeting hall in the west wing of the palace. There no longer is an informal greeting hall in the west wing of the palace, just a remarkably large crater. Moondancer was not amused, nor anyone for that matter, other than Celestia, who was wanting some renovation work done on the palace and now had an excuse. But still, discipline had to be maintained and so Celestia had some words with Twilight, albeit full of silent giggling.
At this moment in time Twilight was feeling rather guilty about the whole ordeal and had spent the last few days trying to reconcile with herself what went wrong. She was rather enjoying it though. Hence why she'd rather not have to talk to Celestia about why everything was such a mess and what she was studying.
There was a knock at the door, the princess was early.
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<p><b>Please read the pre-word prior to reading the remastered or original version.</b></p><p>"Wake me, when you need me."</p><p>The year is 2557, 5 years after the destruction of The Ark. The threat of the flood is gone, the Covenant is a small shadow of its former self, and the universe is now at peace. Or so it seems, as the remnants of the U.N.S.C. Forward Unto Dawn is sucked into another portal, causing it to crash into the land of Equestria. Will the inhabitants of the planet accept or exile him, and is there a new threat looming? Will Spartan-117 be able to handle it? Find out the answer to this and much more in Haylo: A New World.</p>
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Hello,
This was written two years after the release of the original Haylo: A New World. Since then, a remastered edition was released with the intention of following the Halo 4 storyline as well just produce a better quality story in general. A lot of effort was put into making the remastered edition the best it could be, so I hope that all of you enjoy it.
In case you couldn't pick up on it by looking at the story list, the remastered and new, official version of Haylo: A New World is marked with (Remastered) at the end of the chapter names, and the original version of Haylo: A New World is marked with (Original) at the end of the chapter names.
I hope you all enjoy the remastered edition of Haylo: A New World.
-Will
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<p><b>Please read the pre-word prior to reading the remastered or original version.</b></p><p>"Wake me, when you need me."</p><p>The year is 2557, 5 years after the destruction of The Ark. The threat of the flood is gone, the Covenant is a small shadow of its former self, and the universe is now at peace. Or so it seems, as the remnants of the U.N.S.C. Forward Unto Dawn is sucked into another portal, causing it to crash into the land of Equestria. Will the inhabitants of the planet accept or exile him, and is there a new threat looming? Will Spartan-117 be able to handle it? Find out the answer to this and much more in Haylo: A New World.</p>
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Twelve years earlier
"Chief? Can you hear me?"
The Chief's eyes fluttered open as he found himself floating in a debris filled hallway. He drifted towards a nearby wall and extended his arm out towards the wall, before gently pushing off of it, allowing the Spartan to slowly drift down the corridor. "I thought I'd lost you too." Cortana said, relief obvious in her voice. The Chief examined a gaping hole in the frigate's hull for a split second before turning on his helmet mounted flashlights, which slowly flickered to life. As he did so, he heard a faint ping of metal behind him. Swinging his head around, he spotted an MA5C before quickly grabbing it. Satisfied there was no major damage, he took the assault rifle and clipped to a magnetic holster built into the back of his armor, before drifting to the end of the hallway.
"What happened?" the Chief asked.
"I'm not sure." Cortana began. "When Halo fired, it shook itself to pieces. Did a number on The Ark. The Portal couldn't sustain itself. We made it through just as it collapsed."
The Chief reached the end of the hallway, which opened up into the endless void of space. The ships debris was still red-hot from the sudden Slipspace slowdown.
"But you did it. Truth and the Covenant. The Flood..." Cortana continued as the Spartan drifted into a room with a row of cryotube. He plugged her into a nearby holotank, which Cortana's blue form appear on. "It's finished."
"It's finished." the Chief repeated, in his usual calm demeanor. He then switched off his helmet mounted flashlights and placed his assault rifle in one of rackets on the wall nearby.
"I'll drop a beacon. It will be awhile before anyone finds us." Cortana stated as the Chief climbed into a cryotube. "Years even." The door began to close. "I'll miss you." she said somberly.
"Wake me, when you need me." said the Chief as the cryotube sealed with a lengthy hiss. Cortana nodded, smiling, as the Master Chief was frozen.
Twelve years later, present time. July 20th, 2565
"Mayday mayday mayday," Cortana began, "this is UNSC FFG-201 Forward Unto Dawn, requesting immediate EVAC, survivors aboard. Prioritization code Victor 05-3-Sierra 0117.”
Cortana hovered gingerly on her holotank, The focus and dedication she gave to him, what she would be willing to do for him, would make her seem like his guardian angel. There, sadly for the Smart AI, wasn't much to around the remnants of the frigate Cortana and her company were stranded on.Watching over The Chief and tinkering with his Mark VI MJOLNIR Powered Assault Armor, were two of the only three things she could do. The only other, significantly less fulfilling and tedious task, was repeating the same message that she had repeated millions, no, billions, possibly trillions of times over the past twelve years.
And of course, the lack of activities the AI could perform on the desolate frigate left her with a lot of time to think.
And at her age, thinking could prove deadly for an AI like Cortana. Cortana was honestly shocked she was still functioning at the ripe ole age of fifteen years, well beyond the standard seven year life that has been set for smart AIs like herself.
Cortana then realized that she had been sitting there in a trance-like state, watching over the Spartan like some sort of stalker.
'You almost are, in a way,' a voice inside of her said.
The AI ignored this voice, as she learned long ago that arguing with this part of her only sped up her path to rampancy.
In an attempt to escape that haunting voice in her 'head', Cortana once again began to say the only thing she had really said in the past couple years. "“Mayday mayday mayday, this is UNSC FFG-201 Forward Unto Dawn, requesting immediate EVAC, survivors aboard. Prioritization code Victor 05-3-Sierra 0117.”
She went on like this for hours, repeating the same message over and over again, like some sort of cadence that the Marine recruits would chant during their physical training sessions. It was also... therapeutic, in some ways. It gave Cortana something to do, which in turn distracted her from thinking and slowing down her rapid decline towards the final stages of rampancy and her inevitable demise.
As she continued to recite her plead for help, a shrill alarm started sounding off on a nearby control panel. After a seconds delay, the AI accessed the control panel and took a moment to examine the data it was displaying.
The control panel indicated that one of the Dawn's few remaining short ranged sensors picked up a large, unidentified object nearby. After a few moments, Cortana accessed an external camera attached to the hull of the ship, which was still surprisingly working after twelve years of floating in space. The AI spotted a large Forerunner object in the distance, with what looked like similar to a slipspace rupture floating in the middle of it.
The Dawn's hull suddenly shuddered and creaked as the frigate began to slowly change it's course, sending it straight towards the portal. Alarms started to screech as the portal's pull started to cause damage to the frail remnants of the Dawn. Explosions erupted throughout the ship, causing chunks of the hull to violently rip away.
Cortana knew immediately that she needed John more than ever. She activated the Spartan's thawing sequence. The unfreezing process would be quick, which was typically painful and very dangerous for the average human, but there was no doubt in the AI's mind that Spartan-117 could handle it.
"Wake up Chief! I need you!" the Chief heard Cortana shouting as he began to stir. "Please!? Wake up John!" the Spartan shook himself awake as his senses and memories came flying back. The cryotubes door burst open as the Spartan forced his way out, his helmet mounted lights flickering to life as he propelled himself over to holotank where the AI was standing.
"John..." she began to say in a weak voice.
"I'm here!" the Spartan exclaimed as a large explosion caused a nearby door to fly open. He quickly stowed Cortana's chip in his helmet and pushed off the holotank to speed down the hallway. The inertia carried him forward until his armor's thrusters powered up, allowing for better navigation through the badly damaged ship. The Chief ducked and weaved his way through the large amount of debris floating through the Dawn, he noticed a M363 Remote Projectile Detonator floating among the debris. The Spartan shot his arm out and grabbed it, firing it at a large piece of twisted metal in his way. Suddenly, he stopped his movement by grabbing onto a protruding girder and magnetized his boots to the floor, narrowly stopping himself from launching into the void of space. He threw the sticky detonator aside and grew concerned with what he saw. Beyond him was a portal, and they were heading right for it.
"Chief, you may want to hold onto something." Cortana said as the Chief ran back the way he came and into an elevator. After checking to see that it was still operational, the Chief put Cortana's chip into the elevator's holotank.
"Get me to the motor pool!" the Chief ordered.
"On it." the elevator quickly descended and within seconds, the door opened to reveal the motor pool. The Chief retrieved Cortana from the holotank and exited the elevator. He looked around, soon finding what he was looking for. He jumped into a nearby warthog and strapped himself into it.
"Chief, what are you planning?" Cortana asked.
"What does it look like I'm doing?"
"It looks like you are planning to go on a Sunday drive in space." the Chief could imagine the smile on her 'face'.
"Just trust me on this."
"I don't have much of a choice, Chief." Cortana replied dryly. The whole frigate shuddered as it entered the portal. After about ten minutes the Frigate exited, revealing a large terran planet, large enough to be gravitationally pulling the Dawn towards it.
"What the hell?" the Chief said as he examined the planet.
"I don't know where it came from, but we're heading right for it. Brace yourself!" Cortana exclaimed as the Forward Unto Dawn started descending into the planets atmosphere.
Twilight Sparkle sat in her observatory, scanning the stars above with the telescope Princess Celestia had given her for her birthday. She was gazing at the Little Dipper as something streaked across the sky, catching the purple unicorns attention. "Wow..." she muttered under her breath, before turning away from the telescope. "Spike!"
Spike quickly ran up the stairs and made his way over to Twilight. "What is it, Twilight?" he asked, slightly out of breath.
"Come and take a look at this." Twilight motioned Spike towards the telescope. He looked through it and let out a small gasp.
"A shooting star!" he exclaimed enthusiastically.
"I know, isn't it wonderful?" Twilight said, admiring it through her window. After a few moments of observing the object, Twilight noticed something strange about the object's trajectory. "Spike, is it just me, or is it heading right for us?"
Spike examined it closer. "It seems like it is, huh?" The object suddenly grew much bigger as it passed overhead, a long trail of smoke streaming behind it.. Both of them ducked for cover as they heard it crash, its impact causing the library to shake violently. They ran outside and looked over the horizon, noticing whatever it was crashed on the edge of the Everfree forest.
"Come on Spike, let's go investigate this." Twilight said eagerly.
"I don't know about this Twilight..." Spike muttered.
Twilight rolled her eyes and smirked at Spike. "Come on Spike, what's the worst that could happen?"
"You know, I'm getting sick of waking you up." Cortana joked as the Chief awoke. Apparently, he was knocked unconscious in the impact. "Looks like your luck hasn't run out yet, Chief." He unstrapped himself and put Cortana into a nearby holotank.
"Is the beacon still online?" the Chief asked.
"Yes, it got a little damaged on entry, but it is working just fine."
"Where are we?"
After a seconds delay, Cortana replied. "I'm not sure. This planet doesn't show up on any star maps. However, I do know this planet is on the edge of the Milky Way Galaxy."
"How's the ship?"
"You can look around and see for yourself. It's trashed."
"How are we on weaponry?" The Chief wasn't about to take any chances. This is a new world; it could be housing hostile life forms. Hell, it could be a Covenant Loyalist stronghold.
"I'll have the elevator take you to the armory. It seems to still be working. Meet you there." And with that, Cortana's form disappeared. The Chief unstrapped himself from the warthog and made his way into the nearby elevator. The doors closed behind him as the elevator began it's ascension towards the armory. Upon exiting the elevator, the Chief found most of the weaponry that the armory held scattered on the floor, but many appeared functional. He grabbed four grenades, a sniper rifle, and an assault rifle. Cortana's blue form materialized as the Spartan clipped the sniper rifle to his armors magnetic holster built into his back . "And exactly what are you planning to do?"
"This is an unknown planet, right? Then I should probably figure out if this is a safe area to hold out. Is there any life in the area?"
"My scans show what may be a possible settlement not far from here. Be aware, several life forms are coming from it, I'm not sure if they are friendly or hostile. Be careful, Chief."
"Always." the Chief answered, slapping a magazine into his assault rifle.
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<p><b>Please read the pre-word prior to reading the remastered or original version.</b></p><p>"Wake me, when you need me."</p><p>The year is 2557, 5 years after the destruction of The Ark. The threat of the flood is gone, the Covenant is a small shadow of its former self, and the universe is now at peace. Or so it seems, as the remnants of the U.N.S.C. Forward Unto Dawn is sucked into another portal, causing it to crash into the land of Equestria. Will the inhabitants of the planet accept or exile him, and is there a new threat looming? Will Spartan-117 be able to handle it? Find out the answer to this and much more in Haylo: A New World.</p>
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[Authors Note - The remastered edition of the rest of the story will be released within a few months. It will be drastically different, so I suggest you come back when they are released.
Anyone who wishes to help me can PM me. The more help I get, the faster the remastered edition will be released.]
Master Chief jumped off the remains of Frigate and down to the meadow below. He looked around quickly before running over to the tree cover. "How close are those life forms, Cortana?" The Chief asked.
"You have two unknowns about a minute away from the ship. Don't get yourself killed, Chief." Cortana said.
"Like that could ever happen." The Chief said sarcastically. In the distance, he saw two dark forms approach the hull of the Forward Onto Dawn. "Is that all that is on its way?"
"Appears so." A purple light appeared on the hull of the Frigate as the creature examined it. The Chief had three options. One, he could stay hidden and let it pass on, but that would risk more attention at this spot. Two, he could confront the creature, but the creature may be hostile. Third, he could kill the creature, but that would risk possible friendlies to become hostiles.
"I think I'll go with two." The Chief said to himself as he quietly walked towards the two life forms. He raised his assault rifle and placed his thumb on the safety and his trigger finger on the trigger guard. As he approached, he could hear the creatures talking in... English?
"Have you ever seen anything like this, Twilight?" the smaller one asked.
"No, never. I haven't even read about anything like this. This is unheard of." the larger creature. or "Twilight", replied. The smaller one appeared reptilian in nature, with purple scales and green spikes. The purple one seemed horse like, with a purple coat and a dark mane.
"Before you ask and blow your cover, I do not know what they are. I can only refer to the larger one as a pony, due to the similiarities to the horse. The reptile I can't name." Cortana said as the Chief inched closer. The Chief heard a snap and realized he stepped on a twig. The two creatures started to turn around in his direction. 'Shit, how could I be so careless?' The Chief thought to himself as he raised his assault rifle, switching off the safety and turning on the flashlight mounted to his, blinding the two. The larger one raised a hoof to her face. "Careful Chief... don't do something we might end up regretting." Cortana warned.
"Who's there?!" the "pony" asked.
"I was wondering the same thing." The Chief said. "Who are you, or what are you?"
Twilight's eyes started getting adjusted to the light as she collected herself. She cleared her throat and spoke. "My name is Twilight Sparkle, and this is my assistant, Spike. I am a pony, and he's a dragon."
'Cute' he thought to himself.
"Chief, I don't think they are hostile. Might want to act friendly. Don't want to start another intergalactic war." Cortana stated.
"Is it too much to ask for you to turn off that light? You're kind of blinding us." Twilight said. The Spartan nodded and turned off the flashlight, letting the pony get a good look at him. He was at least 7 feet tall, covered in armor from head to tow, and carrying something that looked like a thin log. Twilight guessed this was probably some sort of weapon. She took a few steps back, cringing in fear.
"Do not be afraid." The Chief began as he took a knee, realizing his huge size was probably intimidating her. "I am not here to hurt you."
"Who are you?" Twilight asked.
"Spartan-117. You can also call me the Chief."
"Catchy." Spike commented.
"So... what exactly are you wearing, and what is that you are carrying?" Twilight asked.
"This is MJOLNIR Power Armor that I am wearing. The thing I am carrying is an assault rifle."
"An assault rifle?" The Chief could see the confusion on her face in the dim light.
"A gun?"
"That doesn't look like any of the guns I have seen." Twilight said, thinking about the black powder muskets the Equestrian Royal Guard was experimenting with.
"And... exactly where am I?" The Chief asked.
"You're in the land of Equestria." Twilight said.
The Chief stood up. "Okay, thanks for answering my questions... and sorry about earlier. You should just pretend this never happened." The Chief said as he turned around and started walking back to ship. 'Well atleast I know there are friendlies in the area.' he thought to himself.
"Wait!" he heard Twilight scream as he stopped in turned around to see the mare running up to him. "Don't you have somewhere to stay?"
"Here's a good place as any." The Chief shrugged.
"That's just it. It isn't. The Everfree forest is very dangerous, and you're right on the edge of it."
"I think I can handle it."
"Oh really? You can handle Manticores, Dragons, Hydra's, and Ursa Minors and Majors?"
"One second. Cortana, what is a Ursa?"
"An Ursa Major is a large bear, estimated to be 100 stories or more tall. An Ursa Minor is a smaller version of an Ursa Major, but still pretty huge. All of those creatures are considered very dangerous, but are also mythical. But of course, you are talking to a unicorn." And that's when it hit him. He looked right at Twilight and noticed the horn protruding out of her forehead. 'How did I miss that?' The Chief thought to himself.
"Um, who's Cortana?" Twilight asked.
"What?"
"Who's Cortana?"
"She's my AI."
"AI?"
"Artificial Intelligence."
"Oh, okay. Well... we have room in my library, you could stay there. It is much safer in Ponyville than it is out here."
"She's right Chief, I'm reading very large creatures heading this way, you may want to get out of here quick. I doubt they are friendly." Cortana stated.
"Okay, I'll take you up on your offer. Mind if I go get some things though?" The Chief asked.
"Sure thing." Twilight said, a smile on her face.
"Okay, come with me. I may need you two to help me carry some things. And... don't try anything funny." The Chief cautioned, motioning her towards the Forward Onto Dawn. Twilight and her assistant quickly followed him.
The trio walked into the elevator as the Chief entered Cortana into the holotank. "Cortana, take us to the armory."
"You got it, Chief." Cortana replied. Spike and Twilight overlooked Cortana's form, awestruck.
"Wow, she's prettier than Rarity." Spike said, practically drooling.
"That's not the first time I've heard that." Cortana said, as Spike blushed heavily as he realized she could hear him. The elevator opened and they walked into the armory.
"What's this?" Spike said picking up an M7.
"That's a SMG, don't touch. You could blow you head off with that thing." Cortana said as the Chief took the M7 from Spike, placing it in a duffel bag. He then picked up a battle rifle, two magnums, two versions of the SMG, one silenced and one standard, 12 grenades, and plenty of ammunition, and put them all into the bag. He filled the contents of a smaller duffel bag with medical supplies and extra ammunition, plus an extra magnum.
"Catch." The Chief said as he tossed the smaller bag in Twilight's general direction, which she caught with her magic.
He strapped his bag around his neck and motioned for the other two to get in the elevator.
"Cortana, Motor Pool." The Chief said.
"On it."
The elevator started descending immediately. "I feel like we're flying, this is safe right?" Twilight asked.
"Don't worry about it." The Chief advised her as they reached the Motor Pool. He walked to a nearby Warthog and threw the duffel bag into the back. He turned the keys, and, to his surprise, the engine actually turned on. He clasped his hands together. "Alright, we're in business." He walked over to a nearby holotank, where Cortana was standing.
"Yank me, Chief." she said as he retrieved her chip, stowing it in his helmet.
"What is that thing?" Twilight asked, pointing her hoof at the warthog.
"This is the M12 Force Application Vehicle. Or the Warthog."
"Oh cool!" Twilight said, her eyes wide with wonder. "What does it do, exactly?"
"Climb aboard and find out." The Chief said as he jumped into the front seat. Twilight sat in the seat next to him, with Spike in her lap. The Warthog lurched forward and drove down a ramp. "Which way to Ponyville?" the Spartan asked.
Twilight mouth was agape, wondering how this thing was moving on its own. Was it magic? She really couldn't wait to study this thing.
"Hey, Ea- whatever this place is to Twilight!" The Chief said, waving his hand in front of her face.
"Huh... what?"
"Which was to Ponyville?"
"Oh, it's that way." Twilight pointed her hoof west.
"Thank you. Now hold on. It might get a little bumpy." the Warthog lurched forward, soon at its top speed of 78 mph. As they drove over a hill, Ponyville came into view on the horizon. The Chief checked his motion tracker, and noticed something large and unidentified heading straight towards them, and fast. A loud roar came from the Chief's left.
"Manticore!" Twilight called out as a large creature, half lion, half scorpion, charged the Warthog. The Chief pressed down on the brakes as hard as he could, narrowly avoiding a collision with the beast.
"Run!" The Chief shouted as the trio jumped of the warthog. He unholstered his assault rifle and aimed at the manticore, who was getting prepared to attack again. He unloaded the magazine on it, causing it to scream in agony, but it still stood its ground. The manticore roared loudly and charged the Spartan, who threw aside his empty assault rifle and stood at the ready. The manticore swiped a paw at him, but the Chief quickly ducked. Grabbing the manticore's paw, he threw it on its back. He then jumped on top of it, about to snap its neck. However, before he got the chance, the manticore swatted the Spartan off of it with its tail. He rolled to a halt and quickly jumped up, narrowly dodging another charge by the manticore. It swung its claw at him, which he blocked. The Chief quickly punched the manticore in the stomach with all his strength, resulting in several sickening cracks as he broke a few of the beasts ribs. The manticore jumped back as the Chief unsheathed his combat knife, a 14.5 inch titanium blade, and charged at the manticore, which too started charging at the Spartan. When the manticore was within 10 feet, the Chief jumped on top of the beast and drove his combat knife into its neck. It screamed out in pain and swatted away the Chief, before gripping its neck and falling to the ground, writhing in pain. The Chief quickly unholstered his magnum and aimed it at creatures head, firing three shots, killing it. He reholstered it and took the knife out of its throat, cleaning it off, and returning it to its sheath, before turning back to Twilight and Spike. They were just standing there, mouths agape.
"Y-you killed it..." Twilight stuttered.
"It would have done the same to us. Let's go." The Chief motioned the shaken unicorn to Warthog. Spike passed by him and looked up at him.
"For the record, that was awesome." he said, before following Twilight. The Chief allowed himself to smile for the first time in a long time, before getting back into the front seat of the warthog and driving towards Ponyville.
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<p><b>Please read the pre-word prior to reading the remastered or original version.</b></p><p>"Wake me, when you need me."</p><p>The year is 2557, 5 years after the destruction of The Ark. The threat of the flood is gone, the Covenant is a small shadow of its former self, and the universe is now at peace. Or so it seems, as the remnants of the U.N.S.C. Forward Unto Dawn is sucked into another portal, causing it to crash into the land of Equestria. Will the inhabitants of the planet accept or exile him, and is there a new threat looming? Will Spartan-117 be able to handle it? Find out the answer to this and much more in Haylo: A New World.</p>
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The ride into Ponyville was a quiet one. The Chief would occasionally glance in Twilight's direction. Though the two just met, the Chief couldn't help but be concerned for her. Twilight was obviously shaken by the event. 'She probably hasn't been through anything like that. Still so innocent.' The Chief thought to himself. In his past, he has seen stuff like this, when people would have their innocence crushed by war and death. And there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. Eventually, she spoke up.
"Thanks..." she said quietly.
"Huh?" The Chief asked.
"Thank you. You're right, if it wasn't for you, me and Spike would be dead right now. So... for what it's worth... thanks." Twilight said.
"You're welcome, just remember you owe me one when the time comes." The Chief said. Twilight smiled and nodded at him. The Warthog screeched to a halt outside of a building carved out of a large tree.
"This is it! Ponyville Library." Twilight said excitedly, seemingly forgetting about the manticore and picking up a now asleep Spike with her magic. The Chief went to the back of the warthog and picked up his bags, following Twilight into the Library. He had to duck to get through the door. "Make yourself comfortable!" Twilight called from upstairs.
"Aren't you going to thank the mare?" Cortana asked.
"Mare?" The Chief asked, confused.
"I'm guessing they refer to their females as mares, since we refer to horse females as mares."
"I will when I get the chance." The Chief assured Cortana. He sat down on a large couch and unzipped the larger duffel bag and took out the battle rifle, then loaded a magazine into it, and leaned against the couch. 'Never can be too careful.' The Chief thought to himself. He slouched on the couch and looked around the room. He thought back to the fight with the manticore, and Twilight mentioning the other dangers, such as Hydras and Dragons. He sighed. "I'm going to need heavier firepower." The Chief said to himself, standing up and grabbing his battle rifle. Twilight walked down the stairs as the Chief was preparing to leave.
"And just where do you think you are going?" Twilight asked.
"I'm going back. I need to get some stuff." The Chief responded, walking out the door. "I'll be back."
Twilight was about to protest, but she knew it would be useless. She hopped in the passenger seat.
"Where do you think you're going?" The Chief asked as he got in the front seat.
"With you." Twilight said.
"It's probably too dangerous, sorry, but you will have to stay here."
"But-" Twilight started.
"No buts. Out of the car!" he ordered. Twilight sighed, defeated, and jumped out of the warthog. "I'll be back." he promised before driving away.
"Cortana, any life signs in the area?" The Chief asked as he dismounted from his warthog, about a mile away from the Forward Onto Dawn.
"Yes, there is a large life form nearby the Dawn. Larger than the manticore was too. Don't get yourself killed, Chief." Cortana warned. The Chief slowly walked forward, looking around for potential threats, looking at his motion tracker every so often. A patch of grass rustled as the Spartan walked past. He spun to face it, aiming his battle rifle in the general direction. There was no blip on the motion tracker and the thought entered his mind that it could have stopped working. As the grass rustled again, he tightened his finger on the trigger, ready for anything. A white rabbit jumped into view. Upon seeing the tall figure, it ran for dear life. The Chief breathed a sigh of release and continued on. He soon came across the corpse of the manticore he had killed earlier. There were several wolves nearby, devouring the corpse. They turned towards the Chief and snarled at him. He aimed his battle rifle at them, hoping they would just back away. Luck wasn't on his side this time, as one of the wolves pounced at him. He fired two bursts at it, and it fell down to the ground, dead. This didn't discourage the other wolves, only enraged them. Two more of them charged at the Spartan. He fired a burst at one and aimed his battle rifle at the other. When he pulled the trigger, he heard a distinctive click. 'Jammed?!.' The Chief thought to himself. The wolf tackled the Chief, somehow managing to knock him over. The Chief grabbed it by its neck and snapped it, then threw the corpse at another wolf, who was attempting to flank him. The Chief reached for his M6D and fired 2 shots at the wolf, killing it. He turned back to the other wolves, who were starting to back away from the Spartan. One of them make the mistake of starting to walk forward, because that was met with three shots from the Chiefs magnum. At this, the remaining two ran off. The Spartan loaded a new clip into his magnum and continued forward. As he approached the Dawn, he heard something snoring on the other end of the Frigate. He peaked around a corner of the Frigate to see giant creature of reptilian nature. It had 5 heads with long necks, and told the Chief all he needed to know. 'A hydra, fan-fucking-tastic.' he thought to himself as he climbed into the Dawn, careful not to make any noise. He walked into the elevator and inserted Cortana's chip into the holotank.
"Armory." he silently ordered.
"On it." Cortana said as the elevator ascended to the Armory. Once inside, he quickly ran inside, picking up two rockets and loading them into a rocket launcher.
"Cortana, how much fire power do you think I will need to take out a hydra?" The Chief asked, just as a loud roar shook the Dawn. Cortana simply pointed towards where a couple Missile Pods. He picked up one and set it aside. Then took a rocket launcher and spartan laser and holstered both to his back. He then hoisted up the rocket pod and walked into the elevator. "Let's do this." he said mostly to himself.
"Lieutenant!" Captain Cole shouted, "Where are we?!"
"I dunno, sir." A crewman replied. "We're a good distance away from any known planets, especially any controlled by the U.N.S.C."
"Then what is that supposed to be, Lieutenant?!" Cole demanded, pointing at the planet.
"I dunno Captain, it's not on any of the star maps."
"Alright, we will chart this later. Warm up the slipspace dr-"
"Sir!" another crewman called out, interrupting the Captain. "Sorry about the interruption sir, but you may want to come over here and take a look at this." Captain Cole sighed and walked over to the Commander.
"What is it, son?" Cole asked.
"Sir, it's a beacon. The Forward Onto Down." the crewman said.
"Isn't that-" Cole began.
"Yes sir! We found him." the crewman said excitedly.
Captain Cole paused for a few minutes, absorbing this new information. "Alright!" Cole said, clasping his hands together. "Get me Edward Buck. In the meantime, get me Admiral Hood on the horn."
"Yes sir!" the crew of the U.N.S.C. Frigate Gettysburg called out. Captain Cole walked across the deck and up to main screen, where Hood's face appeared.
"What is it, Captain?" Admiral Hood asked in his usual serious tone.
"Sir, we found him." Cole said excitedly.
"Found who, Captain?" Hood asked.
"The Chief, we found the beacon of the Forward Onto Dawn on an uncharted planet." the Captain said.
"That's the first time in a very long time I have heard any good news, Cole, you better be right." Admiral Hood warned.
"I will have an O.D.S.T. squad going down to the surface by the end of the hour to make sure, Admiral." Cole reassured.
"Very well, I will have a few ships come to your current position to give you a little back up, just in case. I'm sure you have heard about the Covenant popping back up." Hood said.
"Yes sir, grave mistake on their part."
"Make us proud, Captain."
"Yes sir!"
"And Cole."
"Sir?"
"You would have made your father proud." and with that, Hood's face disappeared off the main screen. Cole allowed himself to smile as he sat down in his chair.
On the other side of the planet, a Covenant stealth frigate exited slipspace.
"Are you sure you are reading this right?" a Brute Chieftain asked a Brute Captain, who was looking at some sort of computer system. On it was a read out of the planet, and a red dot on a point of interest.
"Yes sire. It appears the ship that was holding the demon has crashed here. Scans of the area show that the crash was recent, there is reason to believe he is still alive." the Captain said.
"Prepare the troops! We will rip the demon apart with our bare hands!" the Chieftain proclaimed as the crew broke out in cheers and roars of pride. The Chieftain returned to his seat and overlooked the planet in front of him.
"Commander!" he called out. A brute in cyan armor got up and ran up to the Chieftain.
"Yes, sire?" he asked.
"Hail the Matriarch, I have a feeling we will need more troops." the Chieftain ordered.
"Yes, sire." the Commander said, before walking back to his station.
Buck and Veronica waited in front of their squads drop pods for the rest of their squad, who were awoken with news of the mission. The Rookie was the first to arrive, sitting down on a flight of stairs nearby. Mickey and Dutch arrived next, chatting each other up and complaining about the fact they never get any time to sleep around here. Last to arrive was Romeo, who stumbled in sleepily, yawning heavily.
"What is it, Gunny?" Romeo said, leaning against a railing. Dutch and Mickey stopped talking and awaited the Gunny's briefing.
"Alright, at 1900 hours, our Frigate entered a random slipspace jump to evade a Covenant class carrier that was patrolling in system. The jump sent us halfway across the galaxy, with us ending up on the edge of the galaxy. We ran into an uncharted planet, and as we were about to jump, one of the crewman discovered a beacon on the planet below us, the Forward Onto Dawn."
"I assume you know who was on board the Forward Onto Dawn, right?" Veronica asked the squad.
"That massive Elite? The leader of the Covenant Separatist forces?" Dutch asked.
"Technically correct, but who else was on board that Frigate." Veronica asked.
No one answered, besides The Rookie, who answered with a shrug.
"Then I'll tell you. When the Frigate was discovered, it was cut in half. The Arbiter was in that half. In the other, was no other than Spartan-117, the Master Chief. It is likely The Chief is here on this planet, dead or alive. We're going down to see if he is."
"Is that understood?" Buck asked the squad.
"Yes sir!" the majority of them replied. The Rookie simply nodded.
"Alright, arm up, and get in your pods, we launch in 10." Buck said, as the squad walked towards the armory.
Authors note - I have to cut this chapter short, because if I keep going, I will give away too much information. Sorry, but I digress. I'm sure that you will notice with the U.N.S.C. and the Covenant arriving, there will be much more action in the coming chapters? Do you know what that means? Longer chapters! Go celebrate. Woo!
As for the controversy surrounding the Chief's decision to go with Twilight, here's why. When you are facing creatures like dragons, manticores, and hydras in a place you have never been to and is no where near any other settlements/colonies, and you are being offered shelter somewhere safe by a creature that looks like it couldn't hurt a fly, let alone a Spartan II Super Soldier, what are you going to do? I would probably go with Twilight.
Lastly, if you have any criticism, advice, ideas, or praise you want to share with me, feel free to PM me. I will gladly spend the better part of the day talking with you, as long as you're not being rude or anything. I enjoy criticism, and I love being involved with my readers.
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The Chief wakes up to find the remains of his Frigate has landed on a colorful, new planet.
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<p><b>Please read the pre-word prior to reading the remastered or original version.</b></p><p>"Wake me, when you need me."</p><p>The year is 2557, 5 years after the destruction of The Ark. The threat of the flood is gone, the Covenant is a small shadow of its former self, and the universe is now at peace. Or so it seems, as the remnants of the U.N.S.C. Forward Unto Dawn is sucked into another portal, causing it to crash into the land of Equestria. Will the inhabitants of the planet accept or exile him, and is there a new threat looming? Will Spartan-117 be able to handle it? Find out the answer to this and much more in Haylo: A New World.</p>
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-You asked for a longer chapter. Here it is. Enjoy. <3-
The Chief jumped down to the ground below, both arms wrapped around his missile pod. He quickly ran around the corner of the Dawn, where an enraged hydra was attacking the hull of the frigate. He lifted up the missile pod and aimed it at the hydra, firing three consecutive shots at it. It roared in anger and pain, turning its attention to the Spartan, who fired two more missiles at it. It screamed in agony as the missiles hit it, but it still lived, charging at the Spartan. The Chief started walking backwards, firing at he moved. The missile pod soon ran out of ammo. The Chief dropped it and pulled out his rocket launcher, quickly firing two rockets at the beast. It continued to charge the Chief, as he threw his rocket launcher to the ground, pulling out his spartan laser. As it was charging, one of the hydras heads rammed into the Spartan, causing him to drop his spartan laser and to be knocked to the ground. The Spartan rolled to the left, narrowly dodging one the hydras feet as it tried to crush him. He pulled his magnum out and fired twice, before rolling to the left to avoid getting rammed by another head. He fired the rest of the magazine, letting it slide out once it was empty, then quickly slid a new magazine inside it.
"This is suicide, John!" Cortana stated.
"I know, I just need to hold off a little longer. Eventually this thing will bleed out." The Chief replied, firing the rest of his magnums ammo at it, throwing it aside and pulling out his battle rifle. He fired a few quick bursts at the hydra. The hydra tried to ram the Spartan with one of its heads again. The Chief jumped up, landing on the neck of the hydra. He ran up it, firing bursts into the beast as he ran, before the hydra struck the Spartan with its tail, knocking him off it. He grunted as he stood back up, before jumping out of the way and dodging another attack by the hydra.
"Chief, you might want to listen to this." Cortana said.
"I'm listening." The Chief said as he fired a few bursts at the beast, before loading another magazine into his battle rifle.
"I'm reading six O.D.S.T. H.E.V.s in atmosphere, and they will be landing in this area momentarily." Cortana said.
"Cortana, scan for any U.N.S.C. ships in system. If there are any, contact them immediately." The Chief ordered, as he rolled to the right, narrowly dodging a charge by the hydra.
Buck never really got used to the extreme heat that came with atmospheric entry. The H.E.V. started to slow as the upper exterior panels separated, acting as a drag-type chute.
"Be prepared for anything, team." Buck said. "There is artificial light coming from the surface, meaning we have some kind of civilization here. We don't know how they will react to us, so be on guard."
Bucks drop pod crashed into the ground. The door popped off with a hiss, as Buck climbed out, clutching his MA5C.
"Team, form up on my location." Veronica ordered over the COM. Her location appeared on his HUD, as Buck charged through the forest. Eventually, he ran into Veronica and The Rookie, who had beaten him there. Soon, the rest of the team arrived.
"Sir, I heard gunfire to our south. Battle rifle." Romeo said to Buck.
"Alright, that's the direction of the Dawn, that must be our man. Let's move!" Buck ordered as the team charged through the trees and brush.
The Chief unloaded the rest of the magazine into the hydra, only enraging it further. He threw it aside and braced himself, as the hydra knocked him off his feet with its tail. The Chief started to get up, but the hydra pressed one of its feet against him, pinning him. He looked up at the hydra, as its heads inched closer and closer, saliva dripping down onto the Spartans armor.
"I told you so." Cortana said. The Chief closed his eyes, waiting for the end. After surviving the Covenant and the Flood, this was how he was going to go. It was an eventful life, to be sure. Suddenly, the Chief heard the distinctive sound of a spartan laser, and the hydra screaming out in pain. It toppled over onto the ground, a massive hole in its side. The Chief looked over to see a squad of O.D.S.T.s running to him. He got up off the ground and brushed himself off, before walking over to meet the ODST's.
"Master Chief?" one of them asked. The Spartan nodded. The O.D.S.T. took off his helmet and held out his hand to the Spartan. "Gunnery Sergeant Edward Buck, Seventh O.D.S.T., glad to see you're still alive and kicking."
The Chief shook his hand, being careful not to crush it. "This all?"
"Yes sir." Buck said. "We were sent down to check if you were still alive. Man, Cole would have our asses if we were a second later."
"So... just out of curiosity, Sergeant, what has happened in my absence?" The Chief asked.
Buck scratched the back of his head. "Nothing really, actually. Insurrection is pretty much dead in the aftermath of the war with the Covenant. They kind of did us a favor in glassing our planets, they pretty much killed the insurrection off for us." Buck let out an awkward laugh. "Recently, however, Covenant started popping up again. Pretty much dead even with the Elites on our side though. Bravo Kilos aren't really ones for tactics."
"Buck." Mickey said. "I have Cole on the horn. He wants to know if communications are online on the Dawn. It would make talking a lot easier."
"Cortana?" The Chief asked.
After a few moments pause, the A.I. spoke. "It's damaged, but it works."
"Alright, Master Chief, could you please escort us to Communications?" Buck asked. The Chief nodded, and the seven humans walked towards the frigate.
"Master Chief, can you hear me?" a voice asked from a monitor. The screen was damaged, but the sound was working fine.
"Perfectly." The Chief responded.
"Alright, my name is Captain Cole, son of the late Admiral Cole. I am in command of the U.N.S.C. Gettysburg." The Chiefs mind flashed back to the aftermath of the Alpha Halo, the return to reach, and Operation: First Strike. He shook his head clear and continued listening. "With me is Lieutenant Jenkins, who is with O.N.I."
"Welcome back, Master Chief." Jenkins voice said.
"Alright Master Chief, you and the O.D.S.T. squad with you have a little assignment from O.N.I." Cole began. "They want you to investigate and obverse the life on this planet. There is obviously sentient life on this planet."
"I already know sir." The Chief said.
"How so?" Jenkins asked.
"I ran into one of them."
"Well, what are they like?" Jenkins asked, his voice becoming excited.
"They are... horse like in nature. The one I talked to was a unicorn." The O.D.S.T.s shared a few strange glances.
"Son, did you hit your head on something?" Cole asked.
"No Captain, he's right." Cortana said. "These sentient beings are intelligent, and are horse like. The one we ran into was definitely a unicorn." Romeo cracked up a little.
"Okay, well, get into contact with these... horses." Jenkins said.
"They like to be referred to as ponies, sir." The Chief corrected. Romeo started laughing again, but an angry glance from Buck got him to shut up.
"Okay... get in contact with these ponies. Just study and observe them. Don't go off killing them. I assume they aren't violent, correct?" Jenkins asked.
"The one I ran into seemed very kind. Even if they were violent, I'm sure we could handle them. They don't seem very advanced when it comes to technology." The Chief stated.
"Very well. Do you know if they have any form of leadership?" Cole asked.
"Not as of yet, Captain." The Chief answered.
"Alright, good to see you are still alive Chief. Team, you are to accompany the Chief during this mission. Captain, this is more of your mission than it is the Chief's, but he is in strategic command. Any objections?" Cole asked.
"No sir." Veronica said.
"Okay, good luck team." And with that, the transmission ended.
The humans drove into Ponyville in two warthogs, one standard and one troop transport. The sun was just barely over the horizon as the two warthogs pulled up to the Ponyville Library. The Spartan and the O.D.S.T.s dismounted and walked up to the Library.
"Stay here." The Chief ordered. "You'll probably end up scaring her."
"Understood. Squad, keep an eye out for anything that could be dangerous. Do not fire until you get the Chief's say so." Buck said to the squad. The Chief ducked through the doorway and walked in. Twilight was asleep in the middle of the floor, surrounded by books. The Spartan tapped her twice gently, causing her to stir.
"Five more minutes mom..." she said sleepily.
"Sorry, no can do." The Chief said sternly. Twilight immediately sat up and looked up at the Spartan. She rubbed her eyes and immediately remembered last night.
"Get what you were after?" Twilight asked.
"Not exactly, wasted it all on a hydra. Though, I did come back with something." The Chief said.
"What?" Twilight asked.
"Captain! Can you come in here?" The Chief called out. Veronica walked in and took off her helmet. Twilight observed the creatures appearance. Way smaller compared to the Spartan, atleast a couple feet shorter, and skinnier. Probably the female of the species. She had no fur or coat, either, except for on the top of her hair, which was blonde and styled into a what looked like a tail. She walked up to Twilight, a smile on her face.
"Hello, I am Captain Veronica Dare." she said.
"Hello Captain, I am Twilight Sparkle." Twilight said, reaching her hoof out to her. Veronica took it and shook her hoof.
"Anyways, I am here on behalf of my government to learn about your society. Would you mind answering some questions, Ms. Sparkle?" Veronica asked.
"Sure, as long as I can ask you some of my own. I am so eager to learn about your culture as well. It seems it is a lot different from ours. And, you can just call me Twilight, Captain." Twilight said, smiling.
"As long as you stop calling me Captain, Twilight. You can just call me Veronica. And yes, if you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask them." Veronica asked. The door opened and Mickey walked in.
"Captain, we are getting a lot of attention from the locals." Mickey said.
"There's more of you?" Twilight asked, confused.
"There is seven of us." Veronica answered. "Don't worry, we're not here to hurt anyone."
"Alright, I'll go handle the others, make yourself comfortable." Twilight said, walking outside. Veronica turned to the Chief.
"Well, I guess you haven't lost your mind after all." Veronica said with a smirk. The Chief simply ignored her. After about ten minutes, Twilight came back in.
"Sorry about the other ponies... they aren't used to you. You will find that once they do, they will be very friendly." Twilight assured.
"It's not a problem, Twilight. Chief, could you and Mickey go outside? I've got things covered here. And, make sure you treat the locals nicely. I don't want an issue in my hands."
The Chief nodded to her and walked outside, Mickey in tow. Outside, there was many other ponies, in a variety of different colors and kinds. He instantly noticed that there were ponies with wings, which he recognized as the Pegasus. Looking around, he also saw ponies without wings or horns. Of course, there were a few unicorns here and there. Most of them were just looking at the humans, but three, smaller ones, likely children, were talking with the O.D.S.T.s, eyes full of wonder. One of them, an orange Pegasus, looked over and noticed the Spartan.
"Woah! Look at that one! He looks awesome!" she said, as the three galloped up to the Spartan, causing a cloud of dust. The Chief slowly dropped to one knee, so he wouldn't startle or scare them. In all truth, he was quite fond of children.
"What do ya sappose he is wearing?" a yellow pony with a red bow in her mane asked with a southern accent.
"It's probably some form of armor, like the other ones are wearing." a white unicorn answered.
"Cool..." the other two said in unison.
"Don' ya gals think it's rude ta not introduce ourselves?" the yellow pony asked.
"Oh, yeah!" the orange Pegasus said. "I'm Scootaloo!"
"Ah'm Applebloom!" the yellow pony said excitedly.
"And I'm Sweetie Belle!" the white unicorn said. "And we are..."
"THE CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS!" all three of them shouted, taking even The Chief aback.
"What's your name, mister?" Applebloom asked.
"The Chief." The Chief answered.
"That's a weird name." Sweetie Belle said.
"Careful Sweetie Belle! He might shoot laser beams at you!" Scootaloo warned.
"I don't even have a laser beam." The Chief stated. "Besides, I have no plans of hurting anyone here."
"Don't you mean anypony?" Sweetie Belle asked.
"We say it differently where I come from." The Spartan said.
"So... what exactly are you?"
"A super-soldier." The Chief answered plainly.
"Woah!" the three said together, eyes shining with wonder.
"We should try to get our super-soldier cutie marks!" Scootaloo said.
All three of them shared glances before jumping up in the air. "CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS: SUPER SOLDIERS YAY!" they all shouted, before running off.
"No different from our kids, eh Chief?" Mickey said.
"Yup." The Chief replied, looking around. The Rookie was taking a nap in the backseat of the troop transport warthog. Buck was talking with an older pony, who looked like someone in charge. Probably the mayor or something like that. Romeo was idly chatting with a few mares. According to what he heard from Buck, he was quite the ladies man, but he really hoped that it something like that wouldn't happen. Dutch was by the standard model warthog, showing the turret mounted gatling gun to a rainbow maned Pegasus.
"Chief, what is your status, over?" Cole's voice said from his radio, interrupting his train of thought.
"Perfect, sir. We have made contact with the natives. They are really friendly, and are quite civilized. After they realized we weren't here to hurt them, a few them started coming up and talked to us. We have a lot in common with them, on a psychological scale, anyways." The Chief said.
"How about the Captain?"
"She is talking with the pony I first made contact with, Twilight Sparkle."
"Good. If you get a hold of their leadership, contact me. The U.E.G. council wants me to meet with him or her on behalf of the U.N.S.C. and the human race. Cole, out."
"So you can confirm that the Master Chief is still alive?" Admiral Hood asked.
"That is affirmative sir, I just got done talking with him." Cole responded.
"Very good. Have you made contact with the... pony leadership?" Hood asked.
"Not as of yet, I am afraid." Cole said.
"Very well, I will keep in contact with you." Hood said before the transmission ended.
A lone phantom skimmed over the top of a forest. Two legions of Special Ops grunts, skirmishers, and brutes were inside, armed to the teeth and ready for anything. They soon came upon an castle, where there was a perfect landing zone. The phantom hovered as its occupants floated to the ground below, via the gravity lift. Though the force probably wouldn't be strong enough to take down the demon, the ship master wanted the demon for himself. The two legions separated, twelve grunts, six skirmishers, and two brutes per legion, and filed out into the forest, into the direction of the crashed human ship. One of the legions soon came across a hut out in the middle of the forest, where a striped horse creature was living. The brute Commander silently motioned two come with him, which they obeyed without hesitation. They walked up to the door as the brute smashed it down and roared angrily at the horse. It jumped and grabbed a bottle with its teeth, chucking it at one of the grunts. The moment the grunt was hit by the bottle, it instantly caught on fire. It screeched in pain, running outside of the hut and running around, before another grunt shot it down with his plasma rifle. The brute charged the striped horse, gripping it by its neck and punching it multiple times in the face, before throwing it to the ground with all his strength, breaking its spine. The brute raised his brute shot into the air, roaring in pride over the fresh kill in front of him.
"Chief?" Veronica said walking behind him, Twilight in tow. "We have arranged a meeting with their leadership, two princesses named Celestia and Luna. The meeting is scheduled for two hours for now."
"Then I have to contact someone. Cortana, get me Cole." The Chief ordered.
"On it." Cortana said.
"Yes Chief?" Cole's voice asked.
"Sir, you have a meeting with their leadership in two hours."
"Always short notice... alright, I will be at your location in thirty with a pelican dropship. Cole, out."
Twenty-seven minutes later, Captain Cole's pelican landed a little outside of Ponyville. The Chief, Buck, Veronica, and Twilight Sparkle took the troop transport warthog and drove out to the pelicans position, where Captain Cole, Lieutenant Jenkins, and three Marines were waiting.
"Nice of you to stop by, Captain." Buck said as they rolled up, Twilight and Veronica hopping out of the back. Cole walked up to them.
"Hello, Captain Dare." Cole said, before looking down at the purple unicorn standing beside her. He paused, a strange look on his face, before finally talking. "I presume you are Ms. Sparkle."
"You presume correct." Twilight said with a smile. "Princess Celestia has tasked me with escorting you to Canterlot."
"Well, shall we?" Cole said, motioning her towards the pelican. She jumped aboard, followed by a Marine who strapped her in. Well... attempted to, anyways. Cole turned to the Chief. "Glad to see you Chief, I would stay and chat, but I got an appointment to keep. Till next time." And with that, the Captain and the rest of the humans jumped aboard the pelican. It lifted off moments later, flying towards a large castle to the east.
"Sire, enemy dropship to the east!" a brute called out to the brute Commander. He looked to the east and saw a pelican dropship, which was just lifting off a few miles away.
"Let us go! We will feast on whatever humans are there!" the Commander shouted as the two legions combined again, charging towards the west. A small hut soon came into view. The Commander observed a yellow horse with wings with a pink mane. She appeared to be singing to some birds. A manic smile ran across his face.
"Fresh meat." he muttered as he signaled two brutes to head for the hut. They charged at the hut on all fours. The horse seemed to notice them and screamed at the top of her lungs, before running inside of her hut.
Both Buck's and the Chief's heads turned at the sound of a shrill shriek coming from the north. The Spartan pulled out a pair of binoculars and looked to the north, spotting a hut and...
"Brutes!" The Chief called out. He put the pedal to the metal as he drove at top speed towards the small hut. Buck loaded several shells into the M90 he was holding.
The two brutes crashed into the hut, firing their spikers wildly.
"Come out! I can smell you!" one of them shouted. He sniffed into the air, and noticed the smell was coming from upstairs.
Fluttershy's heart was beating non-stop as she hid under her bed. She heard the two apes running up the stairs, before they smashed through the door. They sniffed around, before they threw the bed across the room, revealing Fluttershy. They laughed, before raising their weapons and aiming at the defenseless Pegasus.
The Chief ran up the stairs and tackled the brute closest to him. The other brute aimed his spiker at the Chief, before getting blasted away by Buck's shotgun. The Chief snapped the neck of the Brute he had tackled, and nodded to Buck. Buck nodded back and slowly walked up to the quivering Pegasus, taking a knee next to her.
"Are you okay?" he asked. The shaking Pegasus only answered with a nod. "Don't worry, we're here to help." Buck reassured her, before gently picking her up. "Chief, let's go. We need to warn the others."
"Right. Cortana, get me Cole."
"I can't believe anything like that could ever happen." Celestia said, still in horror about the story Cole told her and her sister about the Covenant and their genocide of the Human race.
"We're really sorry for your losses..." Luna said.
"We all are, your highness. So many young men and women, slaughtered without mercy..." Cole shook his head to rid himself of his anger. "Anyway, after discovering your planet by accident, and noticing the fact you actually had sentient life, we just had to find out what was actually on this planet. So that's why we sent in a team of soldiers. We weren't trying to be hostile, just a little recon."
"I understand. I would do the same thing in your position." Celestia said, before taking a sip of her tea. "I hope our governments will be able to live in peace with each other."
"That won't be a problem, your highness. Oh, and for future reference, does your planet have a name?"
"We like to call it Equis." Luna answered, a small smile on her face. 'In a weird way... the dark one is kind of adorable...' Cole thought to himself.
"Thanks." Luna said, a blush appearing on her face.
"How did-"
"Alicorn's have the ability to read minds." Luna said quickly.
"Interesting..." Jenkins said, taking notes.
"Sir!" A Marine said walking into the room. "I have the Chief on the horn, he says it's urgent."
"May I be excused for a few minutes, your highness? I have to take this." Cole asked.
"Of course!" Celestia said. Cole bowed before walking out of the room. He took the radio from the Marine.
"What is it Chief?" Cole asked.
"Sir, it's the Covenant. Me and Buck just took out two brutes."
"My God... alright son, I have complete faith in you. You and the O.D.S.T.s head into that town and defend it. You hear me, son?" Cole asked.
"Yes sir." The Chief replied.
"Good luck." Cole said, handing back the radio to the Marine. "Get the Gettysburg on the horn, I want our forces ready to deploy yesterday!" he said to the Marine, before marching back inside the room.
"What is it, Captain?" Celestia asked, concern evident in her voice.
"There is Covenant, here, on Equis, your majesty. With your permission, I would like to deploy my forces to help aid in defending your planet. I already have my recon team defending the town of Ponyville, where Covenant have been spotted."
"Yes... of course..." Celestia said, her demeanor rapidly changing with the news of this. "If the Covenant are anything like what you told us, we have nothing that can take them on. We will help in anyway we can, but I don't know much we can be of assistance."
The Marine ran back in, his magnum in hand. "Sir! Three Covenant battlecruisers have just emerged from slipspace. Gettysburg is requesting orders, sir."
"Tell them to deploy their forces and stay away from those battlecruisers. They won't stand a chance. Also, get on the horn and tell Hood, and try to contact any allied ships in system."
"Yes, sir." The Marine said, running back out. Cole turned towards the two princesses.
"The Covenant are likely going to attack this area, I would recommend you two leave the city immediately." Cole said.
"I can't, Captain." Celestia said. "I have to stay, I have to be here to serve the ponies of Equestria in this time of dire need."
"I understand, your majesty." Cole said.
"Please, Captain, do me a favor. Get my little sister to safety." Celestia said.
"Sis-" Luna started to protest.
"Luna, I need you to go. If I die, you need to rule Equestria and be the voice of Equis. Please... for me..." Celestia pleaded, a tear rolling down her cheek.
"Okay... Tia'..." Luna said, almost in a whisper, before walking up to her sister and hugging her, several tears rolling down her cheek.
"Your highness, we must go." Cole said, reaching for his holster and pulling out his own sidearm. She nodded and followed him and the Marine out of the room. They were soon met by the two other Marines, armed with SMG's.
"Sir, the Gettysburg says that they were able to get in contact with the Covenant Separatist carrier Shadow of Intent. It will arrive in an hour or two."
"Good. We're going to need all the help we can get." Cole said as he, the Princess, Jenkines, Veronica, and the three Marines jumped aboard the pelican, which immediately lifted off.
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The Chief wakes up to find the remains of his Frigate has landed on a colorful, new planet.
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<p><b>Please read the pre-word prior to reading the remastered or original version.</b></p><p>"Wake me, when you need me."</p><p>The year is 2557, 5 years after the destruction of The Ark. The threat of the flood is gone, the Covenant is a small shadow of its former self, and the universe is now at peace. Or so it seems, as the remnants of the U.N.S.C. Forward Unto Dawn is sucked into another portal, causing it to crash into the land of Equestria. Will the inhabitants of the planet accept or exile him, and is there a new threat looming? Will Spartan-117 be able to handle it? Find out the answer to this and much more in Haylo: A New World.</p>
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Mickey raised his rocket launcher up onto his shoulder, aiming at an enemy phantom that just flew over their position. He locked onto it and fired, the rocket shooting out at a speed double the phantoms and hitting the phantom in one of its engines. This caused it to crash to the ground in a ball of blue flame. Romeo climbed up onto the roof of a nearby building, setting up his sniper rifle on its bipod. He aimed down the scope, searching for targets. He zoomed in on a squad of grunts, hobbling uneasily towards the town. He fired four shots, all of them dead on. The last remaining grunt froze in fear, only to be taken out by a burst from the Master Chief's battle rifle. A brute charged up at the humans, going berserk. The Rookie ran up, firing his SMG at it, taking out its power armor. However, it just seemed to absorb the bullets as it knocked the Rookie off his feet. The brute moved in for the final kill, laughing to itself. The Chief looked over and noticed this, aiming his battle rifle at the brute and pulling the trigger. The Chief heard a click, signalling he had already used all of his ammo. He threw the battle rifle aside and charged up to the brute, tackling it. The brute pushed the Spartan off him and onto the ground, but the Chief quickly jumped back up, pulling out his combat knife. The brute roared in rage and charged at the Chief. The Spartan took a stance, readying his knife. As the brute closed in, he moved quickly to the left, forced the brute to the ground, and drove his combat knife into the base of his spine. After a few moments, the brute stopped struggling and laid limp. The Chief walked over to the Rookie and helped him off the ground. The O.D.S.T. nodded to him, picking up his SMG and moving along. The Chief pulled out his assault rifle, and aimed at two grunts that were wobbling up the street, firing at them and covering them with bullet holes, their fluorescent blue blood splashing against a nearby wall.
Dutch was manning the turret, blasting away at the charging Covenant. Another phantom landed out in the fields, dropping a wraith and three legions of infantry. Something tapped Dutch's leg. He looked down and saw the Spartan looking up at him.
“Dutch, I need you to drive the warthog; we need to take out that wraith,” he said, having to yell slightly to be heard over the sound of the wraith’s plasma mortar firing. The plasma round hit the nearby troop transport warthog, destroying it. Dutch nodded, jumping down from the turret and getting in the drivers seat. John climbed up and manned the turret.
"Hold on to your ass, Chief!" Dutch called out as the warthog lurched forward. It drove over a few hills at top speed, the Chief unloading on any Covenant in sight with the turret. As the wraith came into view, the Chief fired upon the wraith, killing the grunt that was manning the wraith's turret. It boosted forward, likely attempting to ram the warthog, but Dutch was able to dodge the wraith. The Chief aimed at the back of the wraith and opened fire, hitting its weak spot and quickly destroying it.
Buck looked up into the sky to see two pelicans come into view, both carrying scorpion main battle tanks. They hovered over the ground, dropping them into the town center. Two squads of Marines piled out from each pelican, some of them getting inside the scorpions, the rest charging up to reinforce the squad of O.D.S.T.s. One of the scorpions rolled past Buck, the ground shaking as it fired its main cannon. Several longswords flew over the town, dropping cluster bombs on the Covenant infantry. Buck took cover behind a barricade and peeked his head over it, noticing a squad of grunts hobbling towards his current location. He raised his assault rifle to his shoulder and opened fire, mowing down the squad of grunts. He walked up to them, looking at the small aliens, who were all surrounded by a pool of fluorescent blue blood. After making sure each was dead, he moved on.
"Your excellence, we have exited from slipspace and are drifting in at one thousand kilometers per hour, orders?" An Elite Zealot asked.
"Enter orbit over the drop-zone, I will leave you in command while I lead our brothers to the surface." The Arbiter said, jumping from his command chair and walking out of the bridge and along the halls to one of the many armories.
The armory was cold and spacious, shelves and racks of various weaponry covering all sides and angles, shelved crates filling the area in a grid pattern. He walked up to one of the shelves and grabbed a carbine, it's casing repainted green. He slung it over his back and attached it to the magnetic hardpoints, clipping a needler and an energy sword to his thighs. As he walked out of the armory to the hall, he saw a pair of hunters helping each other attach armor and weapons. 'They must have bonded long ago..' The arbiter thought, walking out of the hall towards the drop-pod bay.
Dutch drove the warthog into the town center and parked it. He and the Chief dismounted it, while three Marines jumped aboard the warthog, driving it up the street. Dutch took off his helmet and picked up a nearby water bottle, quickly drinking it down.
"Master Chief, I need a favor of you." Cole said from the Chief's helmet radio.
"What is it?" The Chief asked.
"I need you and one of the O.D.S.T.s to escort Princess Luna to somewhere safe. Can I depend on you?" Cole asked.
"Yes sir."
"There will be a pelican coming to pick you up in fifteen minutes."
"Understood." The Chief looked around, spotting a napping Romeo sitting in the shade. The Spartan walked up to him, nudging him. Romeo looked up at him.
"I'm going to need some help, think you can handle it?" The Chief asked him.
"You can count on me, Chief." Romeo said, using his sniper rifle to support himself as he stood up. He slung it over his shoulder, tightening its strap, and picked up a battle rifle that was leaned up against a wall. Soon enough, the pelican landed nearby, and the Spartan and the O.D.S.T. climbed aboard. Inside was a pony, both pegasus and unicorn, with a midnight blue, almost black coat, her mane a light blue.
"That is an alicorn." Cortana said, seemingly reading the Chief's mind.
"Ma'am." The Chief said nodding to her. Romeo sat across from her.
"I presume you are Princess Luna, correct?" Romeo asked. Luna nodded sheepishly. Romeo looked over at the Chief. "Well isn't she a cute lil' filly, eh Chief?" Luna blushed heavily at this, and the Chief shook his head.
"T-thank you?" Luna asked, a little unsure of herself.
"Isn't a problem at all, Princess." Romeo replied with a smug look on his face.
"Romeo, we have a job to do." The Chief pointed out.
"Sorry Chief!" Romeo said.
"No, no, Chief, it's quite all right with me." Luna said.
"Are you sure, your majesty? Besides, he should probably be focusing on the job at hand."
"I'm sure." Luna reassured the Chief.
"Alright..." the Chief said looking out the pelican bay door. As they passed over a mountain, two banshees screamed by them. They turned around and activated their boosters, attempting to catch up with the pelican. "Banshees!" the Chief called out as they opened fired. The bay door closed, right as a barrage of shots hit the door, the metal melting where it was hit on the other side. The pelican banked to the right, trying to evade the banshees. One of them managed to get a lock-on, firing its fuel rod cannon at the pelican. It missed the main body, but hit it in the engine.
"Brace yourselves!" The pilot called from the front as the pelican started rapidly descending. It turned on its side, crashing into the forest below. The Chief blacked out as pelican impacted the ground.
"Captain! We have enemy fighters inbound! Orders?" A crewman called out.
"Deploy all longswords and sabers we have in our inventory. Are the Elites deploying anything?"
"Yes sir! The Elites have roughly one hundred seraphs deployed right now, but the brutes have atleast two hundred inbound."
"Then let's give them all we got. Warm up all of our defenses and get those fighters deployed."
"Sir! I have a slipspace rupture coming from our six o'clock. It's the Aegis Fate, sir."
"Tell the Captain of the Aegis Fate our situation, and request he spare a few squadrons of fighters. Also, tell him to deploy all the ground forces he has. The Marines on Equis will need the back up."
Dutch pulled out his spartan laser, aiming at a ghost that was rapidly heading towards him. He charged it up and fired, a large red laser shooting out and instantly destroying the ghost. He quickly slung it over his shoulder, picking up his assault rifle and opening fire on a pack of brutes that were running over a hill to his right. He killed two of them before they returned fire, a spike from a brute captains spiker hitting him in the shoulder. He immediately fell to the ground, screaming out in pain and gripping his shoulder. He immediately got on the radio.
"Gunny, I'm hit, I need a medic!"
"Right, I'll send The Rookie to get you out of there."
The Rookie nodded to Buck, overhearing this. He loaded a fresh magazine into his SMG, hearing it click satisfactorily into place, and jogged past the Gunny, out toward the direction of his wounded comrade. Upon reaching the front lines, he noticed it seemed a bit too quiet for comfort. He slowed his pace stuck to the walls, cautiously scanning around the area for hostiles. He heard a pair of grunts a few meters ahead of him, and crouched behind a nearby mailbox to avoid detection. As the pair of stubby creatures hobbled out of an alley, their plasma pistols in the air, he took aim on the head of the alien closest to him, lining up his sights right between its beady little eyes. Goodnight… A muffled sputter emanated from his silenced weapon, and the grunt’s head jerked to one side, spewing a small fountain of fluorescent blue into the air. The second jumped at the sudden and violent death of his friend, and froze in place, moving only his head to glance about the area, terrified. The Rookie used the opportunity of its confusion to his advantage, and ran up to the helpless alien from behind. The grunt had just noticed his footsteps and began to turn around, only to be met with the butt-end of the ODST’s SMG. He hit it in the face with it as hard as he could, knocking off its gas mask, which fell to the ground in a haze of greenish-blue gas. The creature gasped for air and fell to the ground, inhaling sharply for precious methane. The Rookie thumbed the fire-select to semi auto, shooting it three times in the head with his SMG, and ending its misery. He continued on, slowly and cautiously, before reaching the end of the street, where he could see Dutch lying on the ground, unconscious. He carefully grabbed his arms and started dragging Dutch back into town. He heard a fierce roar, as he looked up, seeing a brute chieftain charging up to the two O.D.S.T.s. The Rookie raised his SMG to his shoulder, switching back to full-auto and opened fire, destroying the chieftains power armor before he ran out of ammo. The chieftain raised his gravity hammer, preparing to crush The Rookie and Dutch. Two shots from a magnum rang out, one shooting off the chieftains helmet, the other hitting him in the side of the head. It fell down onto the ground, blood gushing out of its head. The Rookie looked to the left to see a rainbow maned Pegasus, somehow holding the magnum in her hooves.
"You alright there?" she asked. The Rookie nodded as she helped him pick up Dutch, as they dragged him up the street. They soon reached the town center, where a medic and Buck were waiting. The medic walked forward, taking Dutch from the O.D.S.T. and the Pegasus. "So what's your name, anyways? I'm Rainbow Dash." Rainbow Dash held her hoof out to The Rookie, who took it and shook it.
"We call him Rookie." Buck said walking up. "Sorry, he doesn't really talk." The Rookie just shrugged it off.
"Oh." Rainbow Dash muttered, clearly embarrassed.
"Exactly how are you holding that firearm?" Buck asked.
"Well... each pony has a certain amount of magic that allows us to grip things with our hooves. It's typically easier to use your mouth, though. But you can't fire a gun with your mouth."
"And how did you learn to shoot?" Buck asked.
"Dunno, just watched you guys do it. It's pretty simple." Rainbow Dash shrugged.
Buck got an idea. "Ms. Dash, could you go to the refugee camp and ask for volunteers? If you ponies can use firearms, it would help greatly."
"No problem." Rainbow Dash saluted Buck before flying off, a rainbow trail behind her.
"Chief?" asked a shy, feminine voice. "Are you okay?" The Chief opened his eyes slowly, his vision blurred. He looked up to see Princess Luna standing above him, a few trickles of blood coming down from the side of her face.
"I'm alive." The Chief said, standing up. The two climbed out of the crashed pelican, where Romeo was waiting, his battle rifle at the ready.
"The banshees are long gone, but they will likely send in patrols to make sure we are dead. Why don't you two stand back while I set up a couple of trip mines." The Chief and Luna nodded, walking a safe distance away. Romeo climbed back into the pelican, coming back out with two trip mines. He quickly set them up outside the pelican and ran to the Chief and Luna. "We're good, let's move."
The trio walked a good distance away, trekking through the trees and shrubbery, before two explosions broke the silence.
"We should go." The Chief pointed out, moving a little faster. The others struggled to keep up with him.
Authors note - This is so far my first try at an action chapter, so if you have any advice or criticism, I will gladly take it.
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The Chief wakes up to find the remains of his Frigate has landed on a colorful, new planet.
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<p><b>Please read the pre-word prior to reading the remastered or original version.</b></p><p>"Wake me, when you need me."</p><p>The year is 2557, 5 years after the destruction of The Ark. The threat of the flood is gone, the Covenant is a small shadow of its former self, and the universe is now at peace. Or so it seems, as the remnants of the U.N.S.C. Forward Unto Dawn is sucked into another portal, causing it to crash into the land of Equestria. Will the inhabitants of the planet accept or exile him, and is there a new threat looming? Will Spartan-117 be able to handle it? Find out the answer to this and much more in Haylo: A New World.</p>
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"Get down. Phantom." Romeo snapped at the Chief and Luna, who quickly dove under the cover of a tree. Romeo had his battle rifle at ready as the phantom flew over, in case they were spotted. He breathed a sigh of relief as the phantom continued past them. He turned back to the others. "Clear." he whispered.
They continued through the brush slowly, watching for Covenant. The Chief scanned the sky. "Stop," He said. Romeo and Luna stopped in their tracks. The Spartan pointed at smoke rising into the sky, from somewhere nearby.
"Maybe there are some Marines in that direction." Romeo suggested.
"Maybe." The Chief said.
"What's life without taking a few risks, Chief." Romeo said, shrugging as he walked towards the source of the smoke. Luna and the Chief exchanged worried glances and hesitantly followed him.
Gunnery Sergeant Pete Stacker dove behind a large rock, taking cover. Several pink glowing needles passed over his head, hitting a nearby Marine. The needles erupted in a large explosion, ripping the Marine literally in two. Stacker cringed at the sight. He shouldered his assault rifle and aimed over the rock, firing a short burst at a grunt, hitting its methane tank and causing it to fly off into the air, falling to the ground as the methane ran out. A brute ran out into the open, firing its spiker wildly in the direction of Stacker's squad. A shot from a sniper rifle rang out and the brute fell to the ground, a pool of blood streaming from its head. Two phantoms passed over the Marines, both carrying wraiths. They dropped both down to the ground, as well as four lances of infantry.
"Shit just got real!" Stacker shouted to his Marines. "Open fire!"
The Chief, Romeo, and Luna walked into the burnt out remains of what was once a small village, filled with life. Now, all that remained was the burnt out skeletons of buildings, and hundreds of charred pony corpses lying in pieces on the ground. Luna was obviously in shock. She cared for all of these ponies. The Chief couldn't help but feel pity for her when tears started rolling down her cheeks. They eventually came across a small Marine outpost, where a squad of Marines were stationed. They didn't stand a chance.
"Put up a hell of a fight." Romeo observed. The Chief nodded in agreement, and Luna remained silent. Romeo and the Chief went around collecting ammo and dog tags.
"Cortana, is there any allied forces within the area?" The Spartan asked Cortana.
"Give me a moment, Chief." Cortana said. After a short pause, she continued. "I am reading a squad of Marines and O.D.S.T.'s fifteen kilometers from here."
"Can you get me in contact with them?"
"Certainly Chief." Cortana said, patching him through to Gunnery Sergeant Pete Stacker.
"Trooper, can you hear me?" The Chief asked.
"Who-" Pete began, before being interrupted by a huge explosion. "Who is this?!"
"This is Spartan-117."
"Chief?! It's good to hear your voice. Are you nearby? We could use some help!"
"We are on our way."
"Please hurry!" Pete begged.
"Chief, we've got transport." Romeo said as he pushed a collapsed shack off a troop transport warthog, which was intact except for a damaged windshield. The Chief turned to Princess Luna.
"Get in the back, ma'am." The Chief said. She nodded, still shaking, before walking slowly towards the warthog and climbing in the back, lying down on the floor. The Chief and Romeo got in the front seats. The warthog switched on and lurched forward. Cortana set up a waypoint on the Spartans and the O.D.S.T.s HUD, indicating the Marine squads location.
Buck looked over the ponies who volunteered to help in the fight, most of them looking extremely nervous or afraid. There was certainly much more than expected. All together, the ponies had the numbers of a full strength battalion. Most of them were armed with magnums and SMG's, though the larger stallions were armed with assault rifles and battle rifles, and had either a sniper rifle, rocket launcher, or spartan laser strapped to their backs. For the past three hours, a few Sergeants from the 7th O.D.S.T. gave them some basic weapons training. Luckily for them, they were fast learners.
They called themselves the Royal Equis Militia, lead by the self proclaimed General Rainbow Dash. They reminded Buck of the militia on Reach that helped him and another O.D.S.T. escape Reach. He felt a pain in his heart. He regretted that day, letting them die so they could escape.
"It should have been me..." Buck muttered to himself.
"What was that?" Rainbow Dash asked, walking up to him, a SMG in hoof.
"Nothing... just... yeah, nothing." Buck answered.
"Alright, well, I got a squad of our best shooters set up, just like you requested." Rainbow Dash said, motioning to the ten mares and colts behind her. A large, red stallion walked up, followed by an orange mare wearing a Stetson hat. Rainbow Dash turned to them and cleared her throat. "Gunny, this is Captain Big Macintosh and Staff Sergeant Applejack."
"Howdy! Pleasure ta make yer acquaintance, sir!" Applejack said, shaking Bucks hand aggressively. Buck and Big Mac nodded to each other.
"These are our two best shooters we have. The rest of the squad is made up of Royal Guard members who have had combat experience." Rainbow Dash pointed out, motioning to the eight other ponies, all wearing what looked like the centurion armor the Romans wore, just black with several streaks of silver. One of them had gold streaks instead of silver streaks, obviously the leader of the squad of Royal Guards. He marched up to Buck and saluted.
"This is Lieutenant Star Streak, head of the Royal Guards Special Forces branch." Rainbow said.
"Afternoon sir! Ready for your orders!" Star said sternly.
"We will have your orders ready soon. But for now, I need you guys to show me what you can do. There is a Covenant force made up of five lances, with a compliment of four choppers, four ghosts, two prowlers, and a wraith. The Marines defending the area are heavily outnumbered and outgunned, so we're sending you in with the reinforcements, consisting of two squads of Marines, four warthogs, and three scorpions. Good luck." Buck said, before turning around and walking away.
The Chiefs warthog came to a stop as they rolled up to the Marines position, which was under attack by a large Covenant force. He turned towards Luna and Romeo.
"Stay here with the Princess." he ordered. Romeo nodded in agreement.
"And where are you going?" Luna asked as the Chief jumped out of the warthog.
"To finish this fight." he said, running towards the Covenant. A grunt looked to its right in time to see the Spartan jumping towards it, foot in the air. A soft squeak came from it, before the Chief boot collided with its face, sending it flying into a nearby grunt. The Chief raised his battle rifle, quickly mowing down the rest of the grunts squad with a skillful set of headshots.
"Kill the demon!" a brute chieftain ordered his troops. "So we may feast on his flesh!" The chieftain charged at the Spartan, gravity hammer raised into the air. The Chief side stepped and kicked the chieftain in the back of the ankle, breaking its leg. It barely noticed this, as it swung his hammer at the Spartan. The Chief jumped up, dodging the hammer, and landing behind the brute. Before it had time to react, the Chief pulled out his combat knife and plunged it into the chieftains neck. It let out one last defiant howl before lying limp on the ground, a growing pool of blood surrounding it. His energy shield began to flare as the rest of the brutes opened fire on him. He dove behind a large rock, firing his battle rifle in the general direction of the Covenant, killing one brute.
"It's the Chief!" Sergeant Reynolds said, relief evident in his voice as he dived next to Stacker.
"Let's give him a hand. Open fire, Marines!" Stacker ordered, raising his assault rifle and opening fire with the other five O.D.S.T.s and Marines.
A nearby hill erupted with gunfire as bullets started raining down on the Covenants position. Several grunts and brutes turned towards the hill and returned fire, eliciting a few screams of pain, barely audible over all the gunfire. A few sniper rounds passed over his head. The Chief turned around to see Romeo lying on the ground with his sniper rifle set up on its bipod. Luna was lying next to him, her hooves covering her ears. The Spartan nodded to them and turned back around, shouldering his battle rifle and rising to his feet, firing multiple expertly aimed bursts at the Covenant. One by one, they fell, until there were no more. Two O.D.S.T.s and a Marine climbed down the hill and walked up to the Chief.
"Master Chief, it sure is great to see you." Stacker said, saluting the Spartan. Luna and Romeo walked up behind the Spartan.
"Likewise."
"You guys have a radio?" Romeo asked. "Our long range communications were knocked out in the crash."
"Sure thing. Reynolds, radio." he said to the other O.D.S.T. who handed him a radio. Stacker then handed it to the Chief. The Spartan nodded to Stacker and turned it on.
The ponies lined up against the wall, firearms at the ready. Star Streak peeked around the corner, checking for hostiles. He saw a lone grunt a short distance down the road, its back turned to him. He turned back to the rest of his squad, signalling with his hoof to stay here and stay quiet. He slowly pulled his combat knife from its sheath and stealthily walked up to the ignorant grunt. He pulled the grunt up against him, his hoof covering its mouth.
"You know they say, ignorance is bliss." he whispered to it before plunging his knife into its neck. Its eyes went wide with shock, muffled whimpers making its way through Star Streaks hoof. It soon fell silent and went limp in his hooves. He let its body fall to ground, before signalling the rest of the squad to come to him.
"Nice job, Star." Rainbow Dash said, walking up to him. "Come on everypony! The squads position should be down the street." The eleven ponies charged up street, still watching for hostiles. Luckily for them, there was no more in the area. They came upon the position, which was the Ponyville Library. Or, what was left of it. The squad gasped in shock at the scene. The Marines that were holding up there were all horribly maimed, after being slaughtered without mercy by the Covenant. The scorpions and warthogs rolled past them, the Marines on board and walking beside them looking solemn. Rainbow Dash pulled out a radio and turned it on.
"Buck, do you read me, over?" Rainbow asked.
"I copy." Bucks voice said from the radio.
"We have arrived at your Marine's position. One-hundred percent casualties, library's a wreck too." Rainbow Dash reported.
"Understood." Buck said over the radio, sounding solemn. After a moments pause, he continued speaking. "Hold your position and support the Marines that you were sent in with until more Marines arrive. Then you may return to the F.O.B."
"Understood, Rainbow Dash, out." she said, turning off the radio and stowing it away.
Princess Celestia levitated Twilight on board the Pelican and dropped her inside it. She tried to run back out, but a Marine held her back.
"Princess, get on board!" she called out. "This is the last one coming. You heard the Captain, this place is going to get attacked!"
"I know... that's why I must stay." Celestia said solemnly, her usual smile now a frown.
"But-" Twilight began to protest, before a Covenant cruiser exited from slipspace over Canterlot, interrupting Twilight.
"Marine, time to go." she said to the Marine holding Twilight back.
"Yes ma'am!" she shouted back, before turning to the cockpit. "Time to go!"
The pelicans bay door raised up and closed, before it zoomed away. Celestia looked up at the cruiser to see it charging its excavation beam. Celestia sighed deeply, resigning herself to her fate, knowing no amount of magic could stop something like this. She knew Luna would do a good job leading her country through this. She also knew her death and the destruction of Canterlot would inspire her little ponies to fight for their planet, in some shape or form. A tear rolled down her cheek as the excavation beam fired, glassing Canterlot.
Buck looked up to see Canterlot getting glassed, the once proud city now turned into nothing. He cursed to himself. "Covenant bastards! It's Reach all over again!" he screamed. The ground shook as the U.N.S.C. Destroyer Provocation flew over the town. It fired its MAC cannons at the cruiser, causing its shields to flare and fail. The U.N.S.C. Frigate Aegis Fate followed suit, firing its MAC cannon at the cruiser. The cruiser exploded into a ball of flame, crashing into the mountain that Canterlot used to be on. The ponies and a several Marines stared in awe at the sight. However, Buck and the other more seasoned Marines and O.D.S.T.s just watched. They had seen the same thing happen many times before. After the initial shock wore off, a few Marines broke out into cheers, as the two ships returned back to space. Buck looked over the ponies, who were mostly still in shock, those who weren't were enraged or crying. "Poor bastards..." he whispered to himself. Even some of the Marines were in shock over the event, even though they were taking it much better than the ponies did. Buck continued on, walking down the street towards the front lines, assault rifle at the ready.
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Haylo: A New World
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The Chief wakes up to find the remains of his Frigate has landed on a colorful, new planet.
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<p><b>Please read the pre-word prior to reading the remastered or original version.</b></p><p>"Wake me, when you need me."</p><p>The year is 2557, 5 years after the destruction of The Ark. The threat of the flood is gone, the Covenant is a small shadow of its former self, and the universe is now at peace. Or so it seems, as the remnants of the U.N.S.C. Forward Unto Dawn is sucked into another portal, causing it to crash into the land of Equestria. Will the inhabitants of the planet accept or exile him, and is there a new threat looming? Will Spartan-117 be able to handle it? Find out the answer to this and much more in Haylo: A New World.</p>
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-Note: Don't really take this chapter seriously. It's Pinkie Pie, for God's sake. Enjoy.-
Pinkie Pie sat alone in the Sugarcube Corner. Her eyes showed sadness, and her mane was deflated, hanging on the side of her face. She pushed around a cupcake covered in pink frosting. She knew she wanted to eat it... but her body didn't feel like it. The Princess was dead, and the bastards responsible were out there, killing innocent ponies and the humans who came to help them. She heard something rustling outside, and a gruff, brutish voice calling out.
"There is one in there! Kill it!" it shouted, as the front door crashed onto the ground, two brutes and four grunts charging inside, weapons at the ready. Pinkie's eye twitched, and her face slowly changed into a manic grin. She picked up a large butcher knife and turned towards the Covenant troops.
"You want some cupcakes?!" she said, throwing the knife at one of the brute's, hitting it square in between the eyes. "Oh, that's too bad, but I have something much better." she said as she picked up another knife, plunging it into the other brutes neck, who was still staring at the corpse of his comrade. Pinkie hefted up one of their spikers, staring down the four grunts. They stood frozen in fear, eyes open wide in surprise. The pink pony aimed at them, sending a spike into each their faces. Pinkie walked past them, but noticed something purple with pink spikes sticking out of it.
"Oooo! Pretty!" she said, hefting up the needler. She threw the spiker aside and walked out the doorway. A large smile appeared on her face when she noticed a group of Covenant charging towards her position. She lifted up her needler, aiming at the Covenant and opened fire. The pink needles homed in on a brute captain, who screamed out in rage and surprise before the needles exploded in a ball of pink flame. Pinkies crazy grin grew wider as she stared at the Covenant, who were staring at her in surprise.
"Who's next?" she asked, aiming at a grunt ultra and open fire, causing it to explode in two as the pink needles combined.
"Kill it!" a brute screamed at the rest of the group. The Covenant opened fire on the pink pony, who somehow managed to dodge every single shot. She opened fire on the brute, the resulting explosion ripping it in half. The needler clicked as she ran out of ammo. She frowned a little, but noticed a nearby brute shot, causing her smile to reappear as she tossed the now useless needler aside and picked it up, loading a new belt of grenades into it. She fired one grenade into a group of grunts, causing them to shriek out in pain as they all went flying into the air. An enraged brute charged at her, roaring in rage. Pinkie turned to it, running the blade attached to the brute shot into the brutes neck, cleanly cutting the brutes head off. It rolled next to Pinkie, who smiled down at it and bucked it into a nearby grunt. Several blue bolts of plasma flew over Pinkies head. She looked for the source of the plasma, seeing a ghost hovering down the street. She hefted up the brute shot, firing the three remaining grenades at it. The grunt piloting it yelped out in surprise, before the three grenades made contact with ghost, causing it to erupt into a large ball of flames.
She threw the brute shot aside, picking up a nearby carbine. A large squad of grunts hobbled onto the street, where Pinkie was waiting for them. "Hi guys!" Pinkie said to them, catching their attention. She aimed her carbine at them. "Who's hungry?!" She aimed at the nearest grunt and fired, hitting it in the head. It did a little flip from the force of the shot and fell the ground, dead. The other grunts aimed their weapons at the pink pony and opened fire. She jumped into the air, dodging all the plasma bolts that came after her. She aimed her carbine and fired three shots, all of them hitting home and killing three grunts. She landed on the ground and noticed a nearby fuel rod cannon. She tossed the carbine aside and hefted the fuel rod cannon over her shoulder and fired two shots at the group of Covenant, killing them all into large explosions of yellowish green flame. A large explosion of blue plasma came from behind her, as she looked behind her as saw a wraith coming straight for her. She fired three shots at it, all of them hitting the main body of the wraith directly. It shuddered under the impacts and exploded in a large ball of blue flame. She dropped the fuel rod cannon and smiled, looking over the large piles of corpses before her. She heard gunfire coming from down the street. Her smile grew twice as size as she hefted up two nearby needlers.
"Fresh meat!" she said, galloping down the street towards the source of the gunfire.
Sergeant Backdraft looked up to see a nearby human tank get blown to bits by two Covenant revenants. He cursed to himself and pulled his SMG up to his shoulder, firing off a long burst in the direction of the Covenant, killing two grunts and injuring another. He heard a loud roar come from his right. He turned to see what the source of it was a saw a brute chieftain charging at his position, gravity hammer in the air. He grit his teeth as several tears rolled down his cheek, preparing for his painful death. Time seemed to slow down as he thought of all the things he never was able to do, and all the things he had done in his life. He looked down at the ground, tears falling down on the ground below. As the chieftain approached, it was hit by multiple pink needles. It shouted out in surprise before the needles combined and exploded. Backdraft looked up at the mutilated corpse of the brute, which fell down to the ground. A pink pony walked up to the corpse, a manic grin on her face. He instantly recognized her.
"Pinkie Pie?" he asked. She turned quickly towards the source of the voice, both needlers at the ready. Backdraft threw both of his hooves in the air and shot her his best disarming smile. "Pinkie, calm down, it's just me..."
"Oh! Hiya Drafty!" she said, putting both needlers down. She walked up to him and gave him a big hug. Backdraft quickly returned it, fresh tears running down his cheeks.
"When I saw the Covenant heading towards your shop... I thought I lost you..." Backdraft whispered.
"I thought I lost you too!" Pinkie said, tightening her grip. Backdraft squeaked slightly at the strength of the hug, but didn't say a word. He was just happy he still had somepony.
-Authors note- There will be another part to this, unless you want them to appear in the main series. Btw, as for Pinkie seemingly doing the impossible, just remember, it's Pinkie Pie.
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