//------------------------------// // Ending. // Story: Who da warchief now? // by Black Owl //------------------------------// Well, at least this isn't how I expected it to go. No, it's way worst. At the moment I'm being bombarded by two idiotic mares that keep talking over each other, one being completely pink with blue eyes, while the other one was purple and had wings and a horn. The other ponies where trying to stop the two, while failing miserably. All of us where sitting in the throne room along with my guards. Chrysalis was also present, sitting on my armrest for some reason. Having enough with my situation, I slammed my fist on the armrest making our guests stop in shock while causing Chrysalis giggle. "Alright, if ya two don't shut up ah'll cancel da meeting an' sending all of ya out of da new Zandalari Empire." This somehow made their eyes grow even bigger. Oh well, at least those two annoyances shut up. "The nerve of you ponies, no wonder there are so many creatures that want to destroy you all." Chrysalis said with so much smugness that I saw a few of the ponies ready to jump and attack her. Luckily, for them, the big white one that I don't know the name of, stopped them. It would have been a really bad thing if our guests became pin cushions for darts shot by the assassins hidden around the room. If you think that's exaggerated, then you haven't dealt with creatures desperate enough to do anything to kill you. "Anyway, before we start, could ya explain what do ya plan on doing? For example if you wish to make a trade route, a non-aggression pact and so on." I say while leaning forward and stroking my beard. "Yes, of course. I am Celestia, and together with my companions, we wish to talk about potential trade and about the friendship of our countries. Also, I need to apologies for my companions' behavior." The biggest pony of the group, Celestia as she called herself, spoke while bowing her head. "They are as following, Celestia, Luna, Cadance and her husband Shining Armor, Twilight Sparkle, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Pinkamena Diane Pie, also known as Pinkie Pie, Rarity Belle, Fluttershy and the one everyone forgot about, Spike the dragon." Chrysalis said while leaning on my shoulder and pointing at the owners of the names. When the little dragon's name was said, the little guy threw his hands in the air and spoke with an annoyed tone. "Finally someone acknowledges me!" If what he says is true, then I feel bad for the little dragon. It can't be good for his confidence if a dragon is completely ignored, he could end up being treated the same by other dragons, thus making him an easy target. I quickly got rid of those thoughts when I noticed I was beginning to rant in my head. "Da trade agreement, ah will accept, however ah am not sure what do ya exactly mean by a friendship between our countries." At my words, Celestia's smile seemed to grow by a little. "Oh, well many things really. Starting from mutual help, free passing of our citizens to the sharing of knowledge, technology and of magic." She said with a tender tone, her smile never leaving her face. Behind her, her companions where agreeing with her, nodding their head. "Mhm, well dere may be a problem depending on how your country's relations to the surrounding lands." my words caused her smile shrink a little, but she spoke with a friendly tone nonetheless. "Well, the Bad lands are mostly compromised of a few tribes, so we are neutral with all of them." I nodded slowly, before a small smile appeared on my face. "Den dere would be no political problem when I try to take control of da Bad lands." She nodded, but also spoke with a little bit of worry next. "There would be absolutely no problem, as long as you won't attack Dodge City, of course." "As long as ya don't interfere in da badlands, then ah'll give ya mah word dat Dodge City will be safe. To make this peace treaty official, we will hold a feast!" And with a clap of my hands, the guards escorted our guests to their rooms. Meanwhile, the rest of us started to prepare for the feast. Cheers and drunken screams filled the great dining hall, the sand trolls wasting no time in their feast. All of them loved when they had a feast, the feast being a good reason to get drunk and eat a lot. The ponies stood in the middle of it awkwardly, not being used to this kind of feast, all but Pinkie, who was eating as much as the trolls. The royal sisters looked at each other in an awkward silence, before trying to calm the rest of the ponies with small talk, quite difficult given the behavior of the trolls. The feast became even more chaotic when the griffin king, his family, and his bodyguards appeared. All of them apparently have been having a meeting with the troll leader while they where stuck in the feast. From what they heard the griffins agreed to let them conquer the badlands, in exchange for their special brews and herbs. Along with something they called 'magic herbs'. None of the ponies knew what that was. Soon enough, they all left the troll country, never being invited back, nor needing to talk with them. The reason for this being the fact that the trolls, after they conquered the badlands, started to close their borders for anyone who wasn't a trader, and proceed to have their relatively isolated country with two days called the high days. The high days where a mystery to anyone who wasn't a troll or lived with them. And so, the trolls became what they always wanted, an extremely militarized country that kept everything to itself and enjoy growing weird herbs they use in rituals. A strange country with a strange ruler.