Preview of the Next Chapter of All-American Girl · 8:42pm Jul 6th, 2014
The look on Sarah’s face was crestfallen. “And we can’t tell anyone else, Mom?”
Faust looked at her youngest daughter, sympathizing. “No, sweetie, you can’t. I didn’t even want to tell you or Jon until you were both old enough.” The catch on her words indicated she was angry; while Sarah knew she wasn’t the source of that ire, it still wasn’t anything fun.
“But Betty McDaniels keeps talking about the fact that her uncle plays for the Indians and she makes a big deal about that,” the preteen replied. “And I can’t tell her I’m a princess? A real princess?”
“It’s…complicated,” Faust said, now regretting having told her younger half-human children about who and what she really was. She could have come up with any number of valid lies about Screwball and Screw Loose, a few of which they might have actually believed until they were old enough to know the truth. But she’d grown tired of the lies and though he’d never said anything, she knew Greg wasn’t happy about them either. Now the cat was out of the bag, and for better or for worse, they would have to deal with it.
Thankfully, both of acolytes of chaos were now behaving themselves – or as much as they could be considered behaving. However, given how violently ill Screwball became when trying to be normal or focused, the great alicorn wondered if it was a good idea at all having them over. Still, both of them knew how important her family was to her, so they’d hopefully try to tone down their usual insanity.
It also helped that Greg went to work, probably so he could keep a normal semblance of reality, the alicorn mused. Maybe I can drop things down to a dull roar by the time he gets back.
“Hey, Mom?” Jon called from the other room. “Um…Ms. Loose wants to see you.” But before Faust could go out there, Screw Loose came into the kitchen.
“Yes, Screw Loose?” Faust said.
The pony, currently in her human disguise as an old matron, blinked twice in seeming incomprehension before speaking: “I suppose I should be asking what assistance I may be able to proffer, dear.” The pony’s voice was mellifluous, calm, and with a clear received pronunciation as though she was practicing her BBC English for a role on British television. In fact, she seemed as though she was a deranged version of Mrs. Doubtfire.
“I, uh….” For one of the rare moments in her life, Faust was at a loss for words.
“Oh, no need for that, your majesty,” Screw Loose said, a soft smile on her face that seemed homey and pleasant. “From what I gathered, I should probably put a spot of tea on for the guests that I’m presuming you’ll have shortly.” As Faust suddenly looked at the pony-in-human-form as though she’d grown a second head, Screw Loose laughed. “And now I suppose I’ll have to explain my…change, as it were.”
Not trusting herself to say anything further, Faust simply nodded.
“I was this way before Lord Discord blessed me with his anarchic grace,” the gray-haired woman told the redhead. “I had a husband and two foals. I also did not have the cutie mark I did, nor even my name. But during his brief sojourn into Ponyville, he saw me and knew I had the spark to be his follower. So he took me aside and…changed me.” Seeing the look on Faust’s face, Screw Loose added, “Oh, it was entirely voluntary, I assure you.”
Yes, yes it was, Discord rang in Faust’s mind. His tone was oddly nostalgic.
Ignoring him, Faust asked, “But what about your husband and foals?”
Screw Loose smiled. “I am still with them – Lord Discord duplicated me and sent my old form to remain with my family. Or maybe I am the duplicate and the original Skylark is still with her family. It matters little in the end,” she shrugged. “I serve my lord faithfully and he has asked me to serve you for the nonce, and so I shall.”
“Then why…?”
“Because the chaos and anarchy we sow is for the adult mind, not the impressionable ones of youth,” she explained. “Young minds are corruptible, and sometimes chaos does not beget chaos, but instead evil and madness – the two are different, you understand. Thus, I will temporarily be my old self while I am of service to you here. And please, don’t worry; I will keep Screwball to a minimum. Unlike myself, she is a being of pure chaos and so much harder for her to rein herself in.”
“I…see.”
Toldja they’d be of use to you, Discord replied in her mind. No need to thank me; praise and poetry is all I need.
Faust facepalmed.
thank you keep coming with a the great work I hope my name suggestions helped.
That was so far out of left field . . . . I like it.
I just realized something.
Celestia and Luna are Faust's daughters.
Sarah and Jon are the children of Greg and Faust.
So that means Sarah and Jon are the younger brother and sister of Celestia and Luna.
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I honestly do not know why I just figured this out.
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and Faust's current husband is now Celestia and Luna's step father
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That makes me even more concerned!
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If they ever meet, what would Celestia and Luna get Greg for Father's Day? A castle?
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I would recommend a lot of advil.
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that could be the most comical or heart breaking scenes of the story.
either way your writing will make it great!
Luna: Daddy?
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That would require him to become a princess.
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Not really - Hearst Castle is an example of a non-royal or noble aligned one.
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But this is pony logic we're talking here. Cadence only showed up twice before she got her own freakin' EMPIRE. And then Twilight supposedly has all of Ponyville for a KINGDOM.
Besides, the idea of "Princess Greg" amuses me greatly, along with the implied potential for "Princess Mike"
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as those tiles would be used in the most teasing way,
Mike is now Duke Faro, soon to be Knight of the realm thus allowing for full noble status.
Greg will still be Consort of Queen Faust Or Consort to the mother of Princesses(Princesses mother?)
John and Sarah would be prince and princess of the realm with there succession in legal terms would place them behind BlueBlood and his family in terms of succession.
In reality, (their reality ) blue blood? on the thrown? Over their alicorn dead bodies!
ok you started seven days book 2
Now back to work on AAG !