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// The difference between Golems and Ents.  
// Story: The Everfree Monster 
// by Iridescence T Wind 
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	There is a definite difference between the wooden creatures of my realm. Some are golems, others are Ents. While some golems may appear to be an Ent. No Ent is a golem. The key difference lays within the mind and soul of each. The best example being my Timberwolves, they are made of wood yes, but they lack a mind of their own, they are constructs built by me that obey my orders at a lack of regards to their own wants, because they have no wants or needs other than their primary directive, which has always been to protect my forest. An Ent, however, can think for themselves. The creatures who dwell in the ground within the system of roots, and those few ancient towering soldiers, who have waited for so long for their time to arise back up and march forward once more.

So truely the difference between an Ent and a Golem, is that one is sentient, the other is not. Thus one is expendable, and the other... Not.


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"Hello Twilight Sparkle." Chrysalis responded, taking up her royal demeanor, only it was tinged with almost tangible anger, "It is truly a pleasure to see you again."

"Where am I, and why did you take me from my bed you jerk!" Twilight demanded, as if she had any control of the situation, it was a pity to the Caretaker, for he could sense the immense amount of magic that was held within the mare as easily as seeing a rock through water, if that rock was a beacon. But it still didn't match up to his forests ecosystem, nor to the one tree that dwelled in his forests depths that he himself couldn't reach.

"You can hardly not expect to massacre an entire hive of changeling through your involvement at the wedding and not expect some sort of retribution in response, can you?" Without pause the changeling queen added in, "Or did you think every last one of us died when we hit the ground at mach five?"

Her last three words had enough venom in them, that even the caretakers gaze was momentarily narrowed down from the forest to the faces of the two mares, Chrysalis's facade had broke to the fury of a grieving queen, no, a grieving mother, who had their families murderers in their hooves. Twilights face was a look of shock, however, as if the concept of death was an impossibility to her mind, and that limit had just been shattered. "They.... died?"

Chyrsalis snorted, "What did you expect would happen when one is launched past terminal velocity out of control and crashes into the ground?" She continued on, her voice taking on a sickly sweet tone, "What that we would recover with only a few itty bitty boo boos and walk away with a lesson about good beating evil taught? Of course most of us died!"

She raised a hoof, as if to slap Twilight, and the purple mare flinched, for a moment the caretaker was about to intervene, when the changeling queen let out a shuddering sigh of extreme distaste and lowered her hoof. Twilight took this as a chance to speak, "I n-never knew. Celestia said you guys would land safely outside of equestrian borders in the water..."

"The Moonslayer has no concept of mercy for her enemies." The Caretaker interjected.

"Who was that?" Twilight asked, her eyes scanning around the room, bypassing the wooden statue entirely.

"A thousand years of 'peace' and ponies still fall for the most obvious lies from a mare who murdered family, and destroyed nations because they harbored a race different from her precious equines." Continued on the Caretaker, "Did your history forget the extinction of the true elk, the crumbling of the diamond dog democracy, or the decimation of the griffon empire?"

Twilight looked shocked, a tree was talking to her, an actual tree, "I..." she paused, "Don't know what you're talking about for the first two, but are you referring to how Commander Hurricane drove back the invading griffon empires from the newly established Equestria?"

"Drove back?" A deep condescending chuckle came from the tree, one dark enough that even Chrysalis had to resist the urge to cringe, "Invade? How precious, it was not the empire who was invading, rather, if you check their history, Equestria who was invading it." the elder forest guardian sipped his tea, "Their conquered capital is where the Moonslayer now resides, next you'll tell me that she made Aranea vanish from history and the origin of the spirit of chaos and disharmony a mystery."

"Aranea?" Twilight asked, "Isn't she a spider from an old mares tale? 

"Tis but names now, the birds tell me all I need to know about your illusionary world of peace and tranquility."

"How do you know this?"

The Caretakers glare shut Twilight up, but he deigned to answer, "Because, as old as I am I was there to witness it before the Moonslayers wrath came to me as well." Unknown to him, the tree was starting to darken, bits of lose wood prying themselves from the wall and forming menacing spikes. But all too soon it vanished, and the caretakers body loosened, "I am done here, Cocoon. Tap the stump like always when you wish to return to your hive. I will come to you when I am ready."

Chrysalis nodded, and waited until the wooden pony was out of sight before commenting, "Quite a piece of woodwork, isn't he?" she all but purred, "to think with the aid of this new ally, I will make your genocide of my hive have an upside."

"What do you plan to do?" Twilight demanded and it was Chrysalis's turn to chuckle.

"All that I can do, dear Twilight. To capture the worlds largest source of love in Equis." She paused, "That is Equestria, if you didn't notice."

"Yeah." Twilight snarled, "Kinda did when you invaded Canterlot.

Chrysalis, unamused, merely ordered one of her guard to re-knockout the lavender unicorn, and commented, "Until our next conversation, goodbye Twilight."


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The Caretaker paced in anger, he had very nearly thrown a tantrum in front of his guests, it wouldn't do. He knew better than to use anger, yet why did the mere presence of the lavender mare infuriate him so. Was it those knowing eyes, or that goddess awful accent? She reminded him of someone from long ago, one who had teased him on countless occasions, but yet he couldn't place a name on that invisible face from memory, he really was slipping away within his forest, but he recalled enough to hate the mare who had put him in this situation, who had decimated his chance for happiness and cursed him as yet another tree in his endless forest. An endless forest that would soon recapture the true nature of the world, as well as claim both justice and vengeance from the mare who had waited so long out of reach from him. All he had to do was run some last tests on his new seeds. Seeds that were built for one purpose.

War.