I Am Prince Blueblood
What use did a pony like me have in this strange new world?
It was a question I'm sure everypony was asking nowadays, yet I had asked it of myself nearly every day since the incident.
What was the point of Princes anymore?
Before all this madness fell, I had been a diplomat. A representative of the Canterlot Royalty to the nations abroad. But now, what was I?
Most ponies here would say I was nothing.
Some in fact might say I always had been inconsequential, a mortal pawn in a game of gods.
But I wasn't raised to believe that. I had been bred as a Prince, told that one day in the future I would inherit Equestria as king. I had been told again and again that whatever I wanted, I could have. Provided you had a way to get it of course.
I was raised to believe that a lone pony could stand against insurmountable odds and still overcome. Well, now the odds were stacked against me, and the way I saw it, there was only one option remaining.
I had to do the impossible.
It was do or die time, not just for me, but for all equinity. Either we acted now , or we would sit quietly and slowly watch our world wither and die. It was the fundamental question that defined life. Flight, or fight?
I would rather fight for that last fading glimmer of hope than die sitting on my flank.
Shining Armor and I entered Ponyville around noon. At least I assumed it was noon. It was so hard to tell with the sun frozen in place, but I digress.
The town had been nearly leveled. Buildings had been reduced to rubble, houses had been shattered into splinters, and trees burnt to cinders. The ponies who had inhabited this town didn't look much better. A few were wailing over the death of loved ones, and some cried softly for their lost homes. Most however, were silent. They simply didn't know how to react, and so they didn't. They simply sat amid the crater that had once been Ponyville, trying to wrap their minds around the situation at hoof.
They were confused, heartbroken, and afraid. Their ruler, the very God they served, had just crushed their homes and slaughtered their families. And she did it all without a care in the world for them.
They needed somepony to take charge.
They needed a leader.
I strode quietly to the center of down, kicking aside dead changlings as I went. I ignited my horn, infusing my magic into my voice as I spoke.
"Citizens of Ponyville!"
In an instant, all eyes were on me.
"You and I have next to nothing in common. I am a prince, a noble, a stallion of wealth and class. You are...for lack of a better term, the proletariat. You are workers, artisans, teachers, and parents. However, we now have one tie that binds us. Both of us have lost everything. Each and every pony here had a dream; whether it was to rule Equestria or make enough bits to open a new sweet shop, we all had something we strove for. Now, all of us have felt the sting of seeing that dream wither and die before our very eyes. Now, we have nothing.
"So I ask you: If we have lost everything, then what have we left to lose? Some of you will answer that you still have your lives. But do we really? Is a life lived in fear, uncertainty, and in the shadow of a tyrant really a life worth living? Would you want your children to grow up in this sort of world? A world where at any moment, the very God they revere could crash down into the midst of their city, smashing their house and livelihood? Or worse, smiting their family with arcane flames from the heavens?
"No. That is not the sort of world I was brought up to believe in, and its not one that you ought to put up with. We have nothing to lose, yet everything to gain. We have a choice to make here. Either we can sit here amid the rubble and feel sorry for ourselves and sob about how much the world has changed, or we can journey to Canterlot and make our voices heard. We can hope for change, or we can get up and make that change happen. I've already made up my mind, what about you? Are you just going to sit around and hope I change things?"
A wave of approval rippled through the crowd. What began as murmurs had risen into shouts and cheers.
For one brief shining moment, I was the prince I had been bred to be.
"We will march on Canterlot, and perhaps we go to our death. But when history remembers this day, let them know that our march was not one of sorrow and despair. We will march will all the confidence and bravado we can muster. Beat drums, sing songs, and raise cheers as we walk. For we march not as lambs to the slaughter, but as ponies into a bright and glorious new future! Citizens of Ponyville, we march to freedom!"
And march we did.
Through fields, rivers, and hills we went. Music and song and laughter filling the air as we trekked. Ponies played flutes, drums, violins, and tambourines, joining together with a symphony of voices joined in anthems of joy. Ponies danced as they walked, stepping in time with the beat. Despite all that we had been through, there was still one last shred of hope buried deep inside of us, and having found that shred, we clung to it.
Perhaps we marched to our death. After all, mere mortals going up against a god was impossible.
I am Prince Blueblood.
And I believe in the impossible.
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even though i'm fairly certain that they're all going to die, it'd be nice to have them somehow cripple twilight in a way that proves to be her downfall later on in the story. the only way that would be more poetic would have been if her friends that she killed earlier ad managed the same thing, and then she keeps accumulating injuries from all her loved ones until she dies during equestrias last ditch attack against her. and then she sees the souls of everypony she's killed, and the all join forces in order to curse her to witness everything that happens in equestria, while not being able to do a thing about it. she would have to watch everything she did be undone over time, and not be able to do a damn thing about it., while knowing that it was her own fault for being in the situation she was in.
5919546 sounds good
5755331 you did it in the wrose possible way. by making the story bad. by making stupid decisions in how it progresses, with illogical actions and conclusions. every single victory for twilight is contrived and twisted beyond any kind of acceptance.
in other words, you kinda fucked up dude. when you have to twist the plot around the character to make things happened, you already lost.
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So what's the purpose of writing a story [which nobody will like]?
I know there are trolls who do such things to frustrate and annoy people.
...is this a trollfic?
5919546 Naw man all we we need to defeat Twilight is Stannis Baratheon and a sacrifice to the lord of light by simply grabbing a leech and saying, "The usurper, Twilight Sparkle.", then throwing into the fire.
That stuff always eventually works!
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5919686 I like it!
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Threw my comment in the chapter before this right now. But yeah, I agree with you. This fic could have been an amazing follow up. And a sequel even greater than the original. But everything wrong, and every wrong way about going about this fic has been made. I mean the whole tragedy and sad tags can only carry contrivances and forced plot twists so far before those tags become meaningless.
Now I'm mostly following this fic to see how much more of an utter disappointment this fic can become. Heck the only way to save it would be to delete everything, and redo it from scratch. Or at least make the ending good enough to salvage this from an utter wreck, to something passable.
I have absolutelyno idea what this story is about at this point.
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The answer to the question of what the use of art is if the art neither entertains, educates, nor inspires is, in its most simple form, that art is, to some artists, not means, but end.
An artist may see the creation of art (in the given example, the telling of a story) as an end to itself that requires no further justification.
You know what, since our good author already said he can't give away the ending because that would defeat the purpose of writing it, I think I'll try my -er, fork? - at predicting it.
Here's the three ways how it's possibly going to end:
1.) Twilight wins. Unfair and Oblong. Everypony dies. Such fun.
2.) Trixie shows up like a Big Damn Hero and gives her the receiving end of the Thermonuclear Rainbow of Shiny Annihilation, Friendship and Saving The Day.
3.) Without really making any sense.
That close enough?
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You keep posting these long ass comments like it's suddenly gonna make me see your point. I don't write fanfiction because I'm trying to impress people or create art. I just write cause I'm bored as fuck and somewhat creative.
So yeah. If it sucks, I really don't care.
5920300 That is a shame because with a premise and fan-base as big as this story has you could have something great, it seems like your milking the story/don't know how to end it. You seem like you don't care about your work bro
5728193 You are falling into the folly that NEW writers fall into dude, you aren't a new write, you are quite an excillent one actually, but you should never introduce an all powerful god into a story. It ruins any form of plot and everything you will have to do to continue the plot will be contrived as all hell or a Deus Ex Machina
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What's funny is that I sometimes see people asking for this very same thing—to be written as an all-powerful god—to be applied to Celestia.
In a similar manner, some will complain about anything but the Elements being able to affect Discord, when
1) Tirek stole his magic
2) Discord destroyed every reformation spell in Twilight's reach so she wouldn't use it on him
3) Celestia's spell to keep him from warping away the EoH worked.
5920403 I can understand why people would get mad about Discord though. While he isn't all powerful he is one of the strongest magical beings in equestria and a spirit of chaos. Tirek needed the power of almost every pony in equestria before he could eat discords magic. I think the only reason celestias spell worked on discord was because he was still encased in stone when she used it and he still has a brain so mental spells could still effect him since he isn't omnipotent, physical magic though like magic meant to hurt him probably wouldn't work
*sigh* I guess I finally have to stand up and say it.
I like this story.
Fuck if I know where this is going but I like it. Maybe I like it because I have no idea where its going but at this point all I see in the comments are people bitching about it. Can it guys, we get it. You don't like where this is going. I do.
Let's leave it at that get off each other's backs.
Keep up the good work author-guy.
Here people are whining about the story and how the ending is gonna be an arse pull
When I'm waiting for pinkie to revive herself in a kira yamoto way, go full on strike freedom' and beamspam the hell out of twilight
If this fails, Twilight will be set for quite some time. The fact that a member of the old nobility lead what could be called a coup against her is all she needs to begin outwardly hunting the rest without anyone batting an eye. After all, we can't just allow such insurgents to run about in a time of such instability can we? In the face of a government transition, the nobles trying to grab power would surely only make things worse, no? Blue Blood should see this. He's a politician, unless he's got more than the story is letting on in terms of backing, his move could just as easily serve to solidify Twi's position until the fear is once again overcome by discontent.
It was once said what fools mortals be, to march on in futility in their live till death claims them from whatever life they lived. Knowing full erll that in the grand scheme of things what they do matters not. But is it foolish if you enjoyed it? Is it foolish knowing you did something to exert change, even if it might fail?
No, what fools woul be imortals must be. To look and see futility in others and laugh. To criticize anf exert dominance for what they claim is for the mortal's own good, and in their defiance smite them. But is it really for their better? Is forcing your will on them wise when its will obviously only breed more malcontent? And if you continue to smite them for continuing to disobey, what will you do when there is no one left in existance to lord dominance over? What then does it all amount to?
A tragedy to say the least.
5921263 I'm waiting for fluttershy to become a khornite berserker and fuck up twilight
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SPOILER ALERT
The ending is where Sweetie Belle turns into Jesus and saves the day.
The guy writes a story and people tell him he's doing it wrong?
You all need to fuck right off.
There aren't any grammar mistakes that I can see, so offer something constructive if you care enough to nitpick his word choices or just don't read it.
I, for one, enjoy this story because it's well written and off the usual bright and cheery path that most works on this site take. It will remain on my favorites through its conclusion.
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Oh, the ages-old argument of "Pure art" vs "Utilitarian art". With "pure artists" claiming giving art a purpose degrades it to a lowly craft; making it available or enjoyable reduces the artistic value; and the "utilitarian artists" claiming "pure artists" are jerks with heads stuck too far in the clouds (or elsewhere) to see that making art a part of daily lives of people is an art on itself.
I have my own stance in this argument and for me synergy between art and the world around makes both better, but oh well, if one thinks having purpose taints art - let them be, just could they warn me ahead of time so that I could skip wasting time "experiencing" their works.
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Boo! Kira Yamoto is jesus enough, we don't need two of them
5923318 but does it involve blood for the blood god
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Porn for the porn god. Hail Slaanesh.
This is getting so stylized it honestly isn't entertaining to read anymore. You might want to get back to simply moving the plot along for a bit, at least for a little while.
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The fool may enjoy himself and still be a fool. He may make a difference the same way the flap of a butterfly's wings may make a difference.
Those who call themselves immortal are, in great majority, immortal only by name, and mortal fools in mind and action.
Fools! True immortals need hold no regards for mortals, need neither see them as below themselves, help them in their struggle with their mortal coil nor meet them as their equals.
A true immortal does not think in mortal terms.
Iä! Iä! Here comes Great Cthulhu, High Priest of the Outer Gods, and He is no fool!
Mary Sue Disease strikes once more...
Is this Hebrew, Arabic, or a different language. It's hard to tell when it's written in English.
No, no you wouldn't have. Maybe now you will though.
I like this version of Blueblood.
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It's detected as Russian but can be converted to Hebrew then converted to english and says the following "Let your wickedness be broken;"
how does he know about this if he had been near when it happened he would definitely have been killed
funny how they could honestly get stopped miles before they even got to the princess
Blueblood yes!