Higher.... A little to the left.... There! The sun beamed brightly, seeming as happy to find itself gliding along its familiar path as she was to put it there. Another perfect start to another perfect day.
She allowed herself one brief ladylike shake of her mane before trotting off toward the royal gardens. Off at the northern archway leading into the keep she saw Bright Eyes, her chief minister, snort in frustration as he watched her go. Oh, there was so much to do today! And that would make it all the more fun not to do it!
Her guards stood stiffly at attention as she passed. She would have loved to stop and ask how their day was, how the wife and kids were, and if that golden armor wasn't just a little bit hot now that her sun was climbing its way towards the top of the sky. But she knew they wouldn't like that. They wanted her to be perfect, and above them, so they could simply delight in her presence. And she could be that for them.
It wasn't as easy as it seemed, being a god. It wasn't what she had expected.
But she mustn't dwell on that. Happy thoughts, Celestia! Rainbows and unicorns!
The wrens and finches were in the garden, politely taking turns singing. That was how birds ought to behave. Birdsong was beautiful and transcendent. Not in her world would it be a tool to mark out territory, to warn off lust-filled competitors this is MY tree this is MY bitch stay aWAY I'll peck your EYES out—
She gasped as she felt the bloody intentions trickle out of her mind and leak into the world. The songs turned harsh and raucous. She staggered, grasping for control of her thoughts, while she felt the darkness inside her surging upward, sensing a chance to escape—it wasn't FAIR!—One finch cocked his head at another, eyes narrowed, then leapt forward into the air toward his rival—LUNA can let her feelings ALL OUT, but SHE had to stay here and take care of these STUPID PONIES and—
Think happy thoughts.
She regained her footing and stood up straight, panting. A sickly yellowish haze that had gathered about her blew away in the gentle breeze. A patch of withered, brown grass extending several yards around her slowly uncurled its blades as a healthy bright green color spread up once more from its roots.
There. Finches and wrens, singing a four-part interspecies harmony, with the females on alto and soprano and the males on tenor and bass. The way things ought to be.
She drew a deep breath and raised one hoof to wipe her brow.
Then she pranced around to the front of the castle, inhaling the fragrance of the flowers, or merely admiring from a distance those too subtle for her nose. Her royal sleigh was waiting exactly where it should be, with one white pegasus stallion at each of its four corners, every bright feather in place, awaiting her orders. And though it was such a lovely day that she was tempted to spread her own wings and leap into the air right where she was, she knew how disappointed they would be. So she sprang gracefully into the sleigh, and smiled at each of her escorts in turn, and said, "To Ponyville, my dear ponies!"
They rose into the air, and she sat on a red silk cushion and looked out at her lands below her, fields and forests in a checkerboard of bright and dark green, and she knew—knew—in each field and in each home were happy little ponies, and they loved her, and she would not let them down. It was going to be another beautiful day.
She gritted her teeth.
Happy thoughts.
This is a collection of short stories, so the "next chapter" is another story. If you have a story under 1500 words, and think you're evil enough to join the Evil League of Evil, send me a message with a link (and a pic if you have one). If I like it - a lot - I'll post it. If not - I think you know what happens to those who disappoint Bad Horse.
I like the idea that when Celestia thinks bad thoughts, bad things will happen. It's like she's keeping up the happiness of Equestria...
Oh, shit.
Huh, sort of a Magic Knights Rayearth prequel vibe to this one. For those of you unfamiliar with one of CLAMP's lesser known titles, it had three school girls summoned to a magic land where an evil priest had kidnapped Princess Esmeraude, the Pillar whose prayers kept the land together.
Except it turned out he kidnapped her to keep her safe and get her away from the duties of being the Pillar, focusing on the happiness of the land so hard that she'd actually summoned outsiders to kill her because none of the people of her world had the power to do so and she wanted out of her miserable existance.
hey! the intro is like the raven by Edgar Allan Poe.
once upon a midnight dreary
bla bla bla bla bla bla weary
lots of stuff
bla bla bla bla gently rapping
rapping at my chamber door
take thy beak from out my heart
and take thy form from off my door
quoth the raven nevermore
The life of a Fisher King kinda blows.
*Twitch*
Oh, i would LOVE to read a story with Celestias not-so-happy thoughts!
Interesting. Celestia as a Haruhi level Reality Warper is something I'd love to see explored further.
963193 That poem. Just the best.
Makes me think of Discord... The level of concentration it takes to NOT kill everything when he alters reality
Interesting.
This certainly explains Celestia is never seems upset.
3888410 Ahhh...interesting. But wouldn't the First Rule of the Discord Fan Club be There Is NO Discord!
After all, what sort of power could exist that is able to leash Chaos, but Celestia's "Happy Thoughts"!?
468718
Ouch.
Like the words of my childhood favorite dragon character once said: Looooooove it!!!!
Oh, hello. It appears Bad Horse has crafted a collection of short stories that are entirely my jam*. I'm gonna have an awesome time.
*considering that this is named after my favorite live-action show of all time, I ought not be surprised.
I really like the concept behind this one. You should write more Celestia, you know.