Hey! It looks like you're new here. You might want to check out the introduction.
Show rules for this event
Dawn Rising
The steel door had not opened in a while.
Twilight writhed on the floor, her stomach gnawing at her. She had not eaten in several days. The bare concrete rubbed against her ribs, sending rivulets of pain ricocheting through her. Magical deprivation had rotted her horn away sometime before -- she couldn't be sure when. Her fur was falling out in large clumps, but she no longer minded.
Dawn was a far off fantasy in this cold stone room.
Two bastions of two vastly different worlds sat across from each other, looking over a chasm neither thought could be bridged. The scroll between them could have forested an entire mountain range, had they left it as trees. The scritch scritch scritch of quill nibs on paper was as important as the clashing of swords. In these carefully written words and the distinctly guarded expressions of their authors, ponies were bartered and traded; their lives were forfeit or saved under the deciding scritch of quill on paper.
The tense silence was shattered by a quiet ringing. A demure mare pushing a breakfast cart entered the throne room. The grumbling of their stomaches declared a temporary cease in negotiations between these two titans. The mare set their food down and scurried back out of the room.
For the Solar goddess, there was a soft brown sugar oatmeal drizzled with maple syrup. The kirin across from her had a plate of chopped heart on rice, garnished with ginger sauce. Celestia repressed a gag at the bloody scent rising from the kirin's plate -- the chefs hadn't even bothered to cook it.
Breakfast was eaten in silence. Both parties refreshed and rearmed, the war was back on. For all of her verbal sparring, Celestia couldn't write out one provision: the return of a general she had taken as a POW. If she could, she would have left him in the deepest pits of Tarterus with all of the rest of the scum but she couldn't.
She had to hand over a beast that had slaughtered her subjects for her student, lest the kirin walk out entirely and resume battering her war weary country.
As a leader, there were things that must be done.
This was one of them.
Celestia signaled to her guards. The doors to her throne room opened. In walked a gunmetal Pegasus, his metallic fur shining in the morning light. His eyes were dead and cold. The moment he saw his Queen, his eyes brightened.
"The girl is in a bomb shelter on the outskirts of Canterlot."
"Which one?"
"I never said I'd tell you that," the kirin smiled. Getting to her hooves, she took her guards and her general, and left.
The sun peeked over the horizon, glancing in on these proceedings.
Celestia ripped the steel door off of its hinges -- said door melted beneath the mighty heat of a righteous alicorn. Twilight looked up. The light was all but extinguished in her eyes. Upon seeing her mentor, her heart began beating faster than it ever had before.
Dawn had broken.
Twilight writhed on the floor, her stomach gnawing at her. She had not eaten in several days. The bare concrete rubbed against her ribs, sending rivulets of pain ricocheting through her. Magical deprivation had rotted her horn away sometime before -- she couldn't be sure when. Her fur was falling out in large clumps, but she no longer minded.
Dawn was a far off fantasy in this cold stone room.
Two bastions of two vastly different worlds sat across from each other, looking over a chasm neither thought could be bridged. The scroll between them could have forested an entire mountain range, had they left it as trees. The scritch scritch scritch of quill nibs on paper was as important as the clashing of swords. In these carefully written words and the distinctly guarded expressions of their authors, ponies were bartered and traded; their lives were forfeit or saved under the deciding scritch of quill on paper.
The tense silence was shattered by a quiet ringing. A demure mare pushing a breakfast cart entered the throne room. The grumbling of their stomaches declared a temporary cease in negotiations between these two titans. The mare set their food down and scurried back out of the room.
For the Solar goddess, there was a soft brown sugar oatmeal drizzled with maple syrup. The kirin across from her had a plate of chopped heart on rice, garnished with ginger sauce. Celestia repressed a gag at the bloody scent rising from the kirin's plate -- the chefs hadn't even bothered to cook it.
Breakfast was eaten in silence. Both parties refreshed and rearmed, the war was back on. For all of her verbal sparring, Celestia couldn't write out one provision: the return of a general she had taken as a POW. If she could, she would have left him in the deepest pits of Tarterus with all of the rest of the scum but she couldn't.
She had to hand over a beast that had slaughtered her subjects for her student, lest the kirin walk out entirely and resume battering her war weary country.
As a leader, there were things that must be done.
This was one of them.
Celestia signaled to her guards. The doors to her throne room opened. In walked a gunmetal Pegasus, his metallic fur shining in the morning light. His eyes were dead and cold. The moment he saw his Queen, his eyes brightened.
"The girl is in a bomb shelter on the outskirts of Canterlot."
"Which one?"
"I never said I'd tell you that," the kirin smiled. Getting to her hooves, she took her guards and her general, and left.
The sun peeked over the horizon, glancing in on these proceedings.
Celestia ripped the steel door off of its hinges -- said door melted beneath the mighty heat of a righteous alicorn. Twilight looked up. The light was all but extinguished in her eyes. Upon seeing her mentor, her heart began beating faster than it ever had before.
Dawn had broken.