Chapter 12: Her Little Pony
The yellow earth pony finished the long climb up the tower’s maintenance-access stairway and trotted out onto the flat roof, shrugging off her packs and stretching in the dawn light. Three other ponies gave her cheery waves and then continued with their highly-dangerous task. She waved back. The last trip, the last place, and everything was nearly ready. She took a moment to appreciate the dawn, to really, really appreciate it. It was spectacular. It made her heart leap in joy, something that must be happening to ponies all over Equestria. It was, she realised, the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen in her life. She was sure there were colours along the horizon that she’d never seen until now. It was like the rainbow had just gained another dozen previously-unknown hues.
Well, the date was perfectly spot-on. Today would be the day, by the look of that sunrise. That sunrise looked like the whole world had been made anew.
She was a pony of particularly spectacular talents. She wasn’t a pegasus, so she couldn’t fly. She wasn’t a unicorn, so unicorn magic was out of the question. She hadn’t attended an agricultural college, so she’d never learned any of the spells that earth ponies used to make food grow so quickly, but that didn’t mean that she couldn’t make magic happen. She made magic happen, alright. She’d excelled in chemistry and physics while at school and university, and she still excelled in them to this day. She was a very expert chemist in particular. She was often in demand, but she’d been working on this single project for half a year, and today would indeed be the day.
She hadn’t been named after the Royal Couple - she was a year older than His Royal Highness anyway, and he’d only started to become well-known in the last ten or twelve years. And he’d only been a Prince for two of those years. The second part of her name was more coincidence than anything else, but as happened quite often, it fitted her, and her Cutie Mark of a thousand tiny flaming sparks, perfectly. Ever since the Prince and Princess’s engagement was announced, her family and friends often teased her because of her name, and how disrespectful it was to be named after Royalty. But it didn’t bother her, and she laughed merrily along with the teasing, because they all knew she wasn’t named after anypony. She was named, before-the-fact as quite often happened, for her special talent, that one thing that she did better than anypony else.
Her name was Sparkling Starburst, and she designed and manufactured the most spectacular fireworks that the world had ever seen, far more jaw-dropping than anything mere magical illusion could possibly make.
Well, maybe not quite as spectacular as that magical sunrise, though. She could live with that.
Her small team and herself were all exhausted. They’d been working almost non-stop for the last six months. One day, completely out-of-the-blue, she’d received an invitation to Ponytopia Castle and had been ushered into a private meeting with Princess Celestia herself, where she’d been given the very secret news. The actual public announcement had been made a month later, but by then her thirty assistants and herself had already been pulling eighteen-hour shifts to make sure that everything was ready in time.
And it was nearly time. And everything was nearly ready.
She opened her large saddlebags and pulled out the last two magical detonators. One of her assistants grabbed one of them and trotted over to the rows and rows and banks and banks of tall mortar tubes lining the western edge of the roof, all safely dogged down and covered with tarpaulins for the moment. She picked up the other one and headed east, walking into the astounding sunrise.
The final wiring, checking, double-checking, rechecking and quadruple-checking took all morning. As the sun settled overhead and lunchtime arrived, she trotted over to the pegasus guardsponies that had been put at her disposal. She had two of them stationed at every launch site. This pair had just come on shift, replacing the ones who’d been here this morning when she arrived. Two of her assistants trotted past the guards and herself and headed down the stairs, while the third popped a folding deckchair and umbrella open and settled down for a snooze. Skyflash had earned it, and she had to be on top form for the show tonight.
“We’re all done, gents. Here you are.” She held up a small jangling bag of glowing coloured crystals. “Nothing can happen until these timers get plugged into the detonators. They’ve all been pre-charmed to go off at the right times.” The young unicorn she’d hired a year or so ago was the best pony she’d ever met at time-delayed spells, and though her fireworks were all non-magical, she wouldn’t trust the ignition of a display costing two hundred million bits, and not to mention fifty times bigger than anything there’d ever been before, to anything but expert unicorn magic. “Every site is wired and ready. The tech’ll ask you for these tonight. Guard the crap out of them until then, okay? Not that I don't trust her. She's one of my oldest friends, but we do things by the book on this one. You don't know how to put them in the detonators, and she does. She doesn't have them, and you do. None of you are unicorns, so you can't set them off early anyway.”
“Safety in depth, and don't leave anything to chance,” the purple pegasus called over in agreement as she propped a book over her face to shade the sun more fully from her tired eyes. “Not when you work with things that are designed to explode.” To their credit, the guards barely flinched. They were professionals in their field as well.
Sparkling continued, holding the bag up again. “They don’t go in the detonators until fifteen minutes before the show. Then all three of you get the hell off the tower and safely on the ground. All of Equestria’s going to be a no-fly zone for a few hours tonight. For anything else, Skyflash is in charge of this site and if she gives you an order, jump to it like your life's at stake, okay? It could well be. There's six tons of explosives on this roof, you know.”
“Understood, ma’am,” the senior guard said very seriously, accepting the bag and tucking it safely inside his chest armour. “You can count on us. Ms. Skyflash is in command. We let her install these at exactly quarter to nine this evening, then we all evacuate. Any further instructions?”
She shook her head. “That’s everything. I’m off for a nap and a shower before I meet the Princess. You've been marvellous over the last couple of weeks though, all of you.”
Both pegasi bowed, smiling. “Our pleasure, ma’am,” the younger guard said.
Sparkling smiled in return. “So, what’s the word?” Both guards instantly adopted blank, fixed expressions. They’d been in Ponytopia Castle this morning before they flew here to Old Canterlot and started their shift. They would know. “Come on, I can just ask Princess Celestia, you know,” she grinned. “I’m seeing her in a couple of hours to report on the show.”
Despite his training, one side of the senior guard’s mouth quirked up into a smile. It was the happiest day in history, after all. “You saw the sunrise, ma’am. That’s all I’m saying.”
She tilted her head and put on a confused look.
“Oh, fine,” he grumped. “You're supposed to be in the loop anyway. If anypony ought to know, you should. You’re arranging the most expensive fireworks display in history for exactly this reason, for goodness’ sake. Fine. Yes. Equestria now has four High Princesses. It happened right when we were told it would happen. Just before sunrise. My Captain’s seen her, and he says that she’s the most beautiful thing in the world.” Despite his gruff expression, the corners of his otherwise-stern eyes were glistening. “You know how many orders and regulations I just broke?” he said in a surprisingly strange voice. That hollow-sounding voice that stallions affected to prevent themselves from bursting into tears.
Sparkling Starburst smiled. The guard’s demeanour didn’t fool her for a second. “Probably a lot of orders and regulations, Lieutenant. Rules and whatnot don’t matter today. This is going to be a day to remember forever.”
She hugged the pegasus guard. After a moment, he hugged back.
As the evening would prove, she was completely correct.
Half a million pegasus ponies, the best of the best from weather teams all over Equestria, arrayed in a wide and loose formation a thousand miles across, streaked off the ground and rocketed high into the sparkling night sky. The moon was down and the stars were blazing far brighter than usual. The starlight was bright enough to cast shadows, and even to comfortably read by, but nopony was reading at the moment. They were all gazing skywards.
From the tallest tower in Ponytopia, The Princess of the Night leapt into the sky to join the racing pegasi. She caught them, outpaced them, left them far, far behind. Everypony but Luna turned sharply at thirty thousand feet and dived, racing for the ground as fast as they could go, flying along twisted, jagged paths, their wings sprinkling their natural weather-altering magic behind them.
Amidst the hundreds of thousands of diving ponies, six explosions of panchromatic light shattered the sparkling, blazing blackness and illuminated all of Equestria with every colour there was. The legendary Rainbow Dash’s full-blooded descendants left screaming trails of multicoloured magical light in their wakes as they beat every other pony back to the ground. The six Rainbooms were the opening act for the Night of Light.
Thousands and thousands and thousands of miles above, in the brutally hard blackness of high orbit, Luna finished her own ascent at a height that no mortal creature could possibly ever hope to reach even a tiny fraction of. She halted where she was for a moment. Her horn ignited, blazing brilliantly bright midnight-blue.
The pegasi touched down, having seeded the sky with streaks of weather magic for a thousand miles around the capital city.
The flaming point of blue-hued light, high in the night sky and far brighter than any star, suddenly sparked and flashed as bright as the full moon. And then the whole sky was on fire.
Princess Luna came screeching down through the atmosphere at a hundred miles a second, the blazing fiery pillar of her passage followed by a massive cloud of thousands upon thousands of shooting stars as half a million bolts of lightning started to flash, like a huge sky-high ripple, a great expanding circle, moving outwards rapidly from their central point right above the very heart of Ponytopia.
On the highest balcony of the castle that stood at the centre of the capital, four of the five most important ponies in the world sat and gazed in joy and wonder at the display that had only just begun - well, one of them wasn’t sitting, she was being cradled. Suddenly, a shadow, a dark whipcrack, a fast-moving bluish-black winged shape streaked onto the balcony, turned, flipped, and then Princess Luna brought the number to five as she dropped gracefully to her silver-shod hooves next to her family. Her Sisters, her brother-in-law, her infant niece.
“Not bad, if I do say so myself,” she said as she sat down next to Celestia. The shooting stars were filling the whole sky. They wouldn't stop falling until dawn.
“Definitely one of your better efforts,” her older sister said, right as the clocks struck nine.
The rippling cylindrical sheet of pegasi-forged lightning bolts had almost reached the distant horizons when thousands and thousands of streaks of fire erupted into the sky all around them. The non-magical celebrations had begun. The first of thousands of nationwide barrages of starshells.
Every colour of light exploded a mile above them, lighting up the city. More distant bursts showed all around, some near, some hundreds of miles away. A second set of ten thousand explosions of joy and celebration followed instantly.
The sound must have been deafening. The fireworks alone would have been loud, not to mention the still-echoing roar of half a million thunderbolts. But the balcony was silent. Twilight had a soundproofing spell surrounding the entire towertop chamber, for a very, very good reason. She didn’t want to hurt the little one’s ears.
She looked down at the tiny bundle she held as Starburst gently nuzzled her neck. Poking out of the swaddle of white wrappings, the smallest, tiniest, prettiest little purple face had her eyes open wide and was watching the sparkling explosions in the sky with wonder.
They’d had lengthy discussions over what she should be called. A name was very important. It might hold a pony’s destiny. Tradition told that a new foal should be named on-the-spot, that the parents should look on their child and say the first thing that came into their minds. Magic was everywhere and that magic extended to names as well. Names themselves were very magical.
Twilight and Starburst had spent weeks talking about it instead. Well, that was their way.
“What about joining our names?” Starburst had offered.
“Like, Star... Twilight... Hmm. Starlight?” They both chuckled at that. It sounded so trite.
“Okay, bad idea. We know she’s going to be a girl. Do you know any nice girl names?” he’d asked, months ago.
“I know loads of nice girls’ names!” she’d said. “Loads and loads! But her name has to suit her. Maybe we should decide when she’s born. Maybe we shouldn’t even think about it until then.”
“We can still talk about it. What about your name? You told me you were named after your mother, right?”
“That’s sort of a family tradition for the fillies. Well...” Twilight paused. She was nearly nineteen hundred and fifty years old. Her parents and grandparents and brother and sister-in-law and nephews and nieces were almost a legend to her now. Ancient history.
But tradition was still important.
“Yes, it was a tradition. The oldest girls in my family have all been called Twilight. There’s me, Twilight Sparkle. My mother was Twilight Twinkle. My grandmother, hmm.” She thought for a moment. “Twilight Dazzle.” She thought again. The memories of so long ago were hazy, but if she thought hard enough, they always came into focus. She concentrated on the sweeping family tree she’d learned as a filly. “My great-grandmother was Twilight Flicker. And her mother was Twilight... Twilight Spark. Almost me,” she chuckled, then opened her eyes wide. Memory was flooding back now, like it’d done so many times before. “Then Twilight Brilliance, and Twilight Shine. Twilight Glow and Twilight Fire. Twilight Night. Twilight Dawn. Twilight Sky. Twilight Dusk and Twilight... Twilight... Oh gosh. I can't remember. Twilight... Twilight... Oh. No, no. No, no, she only had one name. My great-great-great-great-great-great... I’ve lost count.” They both laughed. “My very great grandmother was just called Twilight, and her mother was called... Sunset Sky. I guess that’s where the tradition began,” she said pensively.
In the end, they’d decided to wait. And, like new parents all over Equestria discovered every day, when they first saw her, the name chose itself. They both knew instantly what she should be called.
And the tradition kept itself alive.
An hour or so after the birth that morning, while the spectacular sunlight was filtering in through her chamber’s half-closed curtains, the doctor came back. He was a very experienced obstetrician and paediatrician, and the job of delivering the most important baby to be born since the three Sisters themselves naturally went to the best that there was. Getting on in years, silver-maned and with a lined face - laugh lines, all of them - this elderly unicorn gentlecolt had been delivering foals for his entire professional life. He was widely regarded as the best there ever was - his Cutie Mark of a smiling colt and filly attested to that.
“Good morning again, Your Highnesses,” the kindly old stallion said, bowing slightly as he trotted up to the Royal Family. “Good to see that you’re up, Princess. I thought you would be,” he chuckled. Twilight didn’t need to recover from the trauma of birth, of course.
“Welcome back, Doctor Lucino.” Starburst bowed himself. “You did a great job this morning.”
Twilight was bowing her respect and thanks as well. Between her own indestructibility and this wonderfully-skilled physician, she doubted there’d ever been an easier birth in history.
“It’s what I do,” he said, smiling. “Now, please, Princess, there’s something else that needs to be attended to. I’m afraid the beautiful little filly needs her bloodwork done.” He levitated a small, very thin syringe. “We don’t need much, and she won’t feel a thing.”
She won’t feel anything at all if she’s an alicorn, because the needle couldn't possibly break her skin. And then we won't need her blood checked for abnormalities at any rate. I can't tell from her feathers. I suppose this is the easiest way to find out if she’s mortal. I’m certainly not going to allow anything to hurt her, just to see if she can be hurt... No wonder it took Celestia's parents three years to find out that she was indestructible.
Twilight nodded and smiled. She held the quiet little bundle out to the doctor and he took her with well-practiced grace.
“Don’t worry, Your little Highness,” he cooed as he opened the folds of fabric and gently stretched out one of the sleeping foal’s tiny wings. “Don’t worry at all, this won’t hurt. Not one bit. I promise.” He pushed a few of the downy feathers aside and spotted the vein he was looking for. The small patch of purple skin glowed pale blue with what Twilight could tell was a nervelessness spell for a moment, and then he slid the needle in.
A few drops of bright-red blood flowed up into the thin syringe. He popped it out of the vein, snapped the cap over the needle and magically scrubbed the tiny pinprick with an antiseptic spell. The baby was re-swaddled and back in Twilight’s forehooves in seconds. She hadn’t even woken up. She hadn’t even stirred. She just stayed still, breathing quietly.
No wonder everypony said that this kind old unicorn was the best paediatrician in Equestria.
“Well, this needs to get to the lab. I’m sure she’ll be perfectly healthy, of course, but we need to be thorough, check everything properly. Anyway.” He bowed again and beamed at the Prince and Princess. “Congratulations once again, Your Highnesses, and double congratulations. A beautiful little winged unicorn. Don’t believe I’ve delivered more than five or six of the little miracles in all my years. And I’ve helped to bring, oh, ten thousand or so little ponies into the world in my time. Rare and magical, and she's just about the prettiest little thing that I've ever seen. Well done, Your Highnesses.” He’d smiled and bowed once more, and they'd smiled and bowed back.
And now, hours later, under the blazing celebrations to end this magical day, Twilight gazed down at her daughter.
Her mortal daughter.
She didn’t care that her daughter and her husband would grow old and die. Not any more. It would be just like her friends, when they’d passed away. Well, all except Spike of course, but her heart was even softening towards the dragons after a thousand years. Yes, Spike’s sudden and unexpected death had been incredibly hard - she’d nearly lost her mind in the aftermath of that bloody afternoon, in fact - but the rest of them...
They’d all died very old for their kind. Dash had departed a few years earlier than hoped, but forty-three was still old for a pegasus. Fluttershy, though... That pegasus had far too much loving to do for her to die at a normal age. Her earth pony husband had passed away soon after she did at the age of seventy-three, which was even starting to get old for an earth pony. And Rarity, who’d seemed to just go on and on and on because of Spike's magical love. But all of them, they’d all died very old. They had all died completely natural deaths.
And that was the difference.
It would be so incredibly sad for her to see her beloved Starburst, and her wonderful daughter who wasn’t even one day old yet, pass away. But she would manage it. There was no way she’d ever let anything happen to the two most important ponies in her life, not until age itself snuck up and, rightfully, took them away. Especially not after Celestia told her of Pinkie Pie’s prediction. There was no telling if the prediction was referring to her daughter and herself, but the Sisters weren’t taking any chances. Celestia and Luna had strapped on their magically-intimidating armour and gone to see the dragons, and had reminded them in no uncertain terms of the severe and brutal consequences that would result if any dragon came within a hundred miles of any pony town or city.
She knew she’d be able to fulfil those consequences too. They weren’t just a threat any more. A threat that the dragons had no idea was empty. Well, it wasn’t empty now. Celestia and Luna would never be able to do it but she would. She could. For the sake of her husband and her daughter, she’d vaporise any dragon she found breaking their treaty. She’d let nothing come between her beloved, precious family other than old age.
And she would accept that, when it happened. And she would go on.
She could see the pinpoint sparks and flashes of the fireworks and Luna’s night-long shooting stars reflected in her baby’s wide, awe-filled eyes. The brashness of the celebrations didn't really suit her name, but that wasn't important. The tiny little winged unicorn was clearly enthralled with the fiery dances happening all across the wide, clear sky above her.
“I hope you enjoy them,” she murmured, smiling, as Starburst leaned in and kissed the tiny purple filly on the cheek. “I really hope you do. They're all for you, my beautiful little Twilight Glimmer.”
Yes.
dude i know, being mortal sucks some times
woot another feature,
also so dawww
I do belive that the next chapter will be the foalnapping, Twilight's husband death while attempting to foil the attack and foalnapping of his daughter, Twilight's ultimate RAGE and her near exterminating draginkind to a couple of hundreds as an enraged gigantic allicorn god/demon because of the stupid move the dragons pulled
so must love in the air
*Gasp* "Mommy look! A dragon!" exclaimed Glimmer, jumping for joy.
"A WHAT?!" It tore forth as a screech, but Twilight managed to tone it down to a suprised exclamaition to avoid scaring her daughter. Looking up, her face hardened into a glare so cold, had the dragon seen it, would have fallen to the earth frozen solid, and shattered on impact.
Putting on a warm smile, Twilight turnd back to her daughter, "Glimmer dear. Do you mother a favor and go ask your father about dragons would you please?"
"Okay mommy!" the winged unicorn chirped before galloping excitedly into the castle. Twilight watched her go, before looking up to glare at the dragon once more.
Die, a single thought, and where once was a single entity, there were now imeasureable individual molecules. The dragon didn't even have time to scream in pain. Twilight had promised to vaporize any dragon caught breaking the treaty, and so she did. Nothing would come between her and her family except their old age.
And now the sad part is coming up. That means that the story will be over soon, and that sucks. I hate it when good things end.
Congrats on getting into the featured box, again.
865033 Wow. That's so much more brutally epic than what happens in this story. I nod my Spikestache at you, good sir!
No, really. It's not like that, despite the cool-factor. Referring back to the final ending to this whole silly story, Glim dies when she's thirteen, and Starburst passes away when he's forty-four. As Glim is zero years old (Blow out your candles! Which is easy! Because there are zero candles GROAN) and Starburst's currently thirty-one, going on thirty-two (if you do the maths)... Yes, it's not happening anytime soon. There's a lot to happen from now to then. The earlier statement about when the story goes "bad" doesn't apply any more, I've added a few more chapters because writing a 13-year-old winged unicorn is fun. And when it does go south, it really isn't that bad. I can't torture these characters, I'm not that much of a bastard
865081 It's not ending as quickly as everyone thought (including me!).
RadaVonVon knows what happens, because she's the bro'iest of my bros, and she isn't telling.
865075 Dude. Fucking WOW. That's cool.
But "In Character Twilight" would deliver a lecture first, right? Because she delivers a lectu- I SAID NOTHING! NOTHING!
865235 Cheers I feel unfairly blessed by the FiMFiction gods. I'm not complaining!
Hey, thanks, everyone. No, really. Thanks. Warm fuzzies.
Because of this story, I can feel ALL of the love tonight.
It"s kind of fantastic.
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"I can't torture these characters, I'm not that much of a bastard"
Yeah about that....
865385 THAT NEVER HAPPENED, TWILIGHT WROTE A BAD GRIMDARK FANFIC OF MY FANFIC AND SENT IT TO ME AND MADE ME POST IT
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Well, if you stick true to star burst's original means of death then I'm afraid he does die a torturous death unless you can figure out how to make death by "lost will to live/eat/do anything but grieve over his daughter's grave" not torture. The method itself is emotional torture of the worst kind.
But enough about that, you have the life of Glim the winged unicorn to write now, this may just well be the beginning!
(helpful tip)
My advice would be to try and go with the times in her life when she learns something about what it means to live and make/have friends. Comedy stories and a little drama are great (like maybe she brings home a dragon egg or befriends a very young dragon? possibly both? possibly one that twilight herself killed it's parents?) Adding some of those little life lessons is a good way to advance a character and make them feel alive as they progress.
Why isn't this and Not my destiny in EqD? This is in my Top 10 list.
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Suuuure she did. We believe you... Don't worry though. So long as you write an alternate Extremely Happy Ending for this with Twilight, her friends, and daughter and husband, together happily forever, we'll all look the other way. ....But if you don't.... Well.(glances at the arranged bunnies) We will have WORDS with you about the issue.
Huzzah! I woke up to a new chapter
I can't wait for the next one, this is one of my favorite fics on here!
its so amazing and i just know i will cry a lot at the end
This, my good sir, is awesome. If I had a hat, I would take it off.
*Thunderous applause*
daww cuteness and cant wait for the next chapter
Did I ever tell you that "Not my Destiny" was the fic that dragged me into the world of fan fics and is still in my top 3 of more than 120 fics I´ve read? No? well, now you know
I just want to say one thing for writing those two beautiful fan ficitons:
Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!!
Can't wait for the next Chapter
Knowing what happens at the end, makes me not want to read on... but I must...
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Oh ho ho! Spilling ze beans and I was only being inspired. You're slipping Smayds. Hehehe.
That time when you realize that these happy moments in the story are about to turn sour.
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Wow I got lucky catching this on the featured box. I really liked "Not My Destiny", so seeing this is very much appreciated.
THAT BEING SAID! FUCK YOU AND YOUR IMPENDING DOOM ATTITUDE RAAAAAAAARRGRHGHRRGH
I'm feeling all warm and fuzzy one second, and then you come shatter my d'awws with your prophetic doomsday lore that we all KNOW will come true
*pant* *pant*... ok, I'm done venting. Keep going you sexy man! The only thing giving me hope is the state of mind of the Princesses at the end of "Not My Destiny".
Now you have beloved ambiguity to work off of. Unless, of course, you specified the impending COD's in the NMD appendix/epilogue.
I can agree with Twilight's feelings of immortality in the series here. As I remember in one scene of the Xenosaga games, they said death is rest for the soul, if we don't die, the world becomes a prison and we have to live with our sadness and sorrows for eternity. Albedo in that game had to deal with that because he could regenerate any part of his body and was only killed under an extreme circumstance.
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Was worth a try, and actually when I wrote the post I was barely remembering the facts of the previous story(and actually listening an extremely awesome extended metal cover of X-MEN 90's animated series) so pretty much I derailed myself from the point, Thank you for the moustache though and also for reminding me the fact. let's see how things will run in the (far less violently way than I sugested *Mother of Celestia, I'm becoming a "Kill'em all" type of writer!*) canonical way of the events previously set in your last story
865272 Ok I am going to have to be the one to ask, whyy do you have a link to FunnyJunk in this comment?
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875140 Far less violent? Oh, my. You're not gonna like chapter 13. (EVERYPONY IS FINE, MOVE ALONG). I'm just wrapping up the edits now, a couple hours or so and it should be up. Fuck yeah airborne curbstomps. Ahem.
875327 Huh? Oh, the picture. I just Googled for a picture of a shrug This would have been a much better choice and I don't know why I didn't think of it!
875602 weird, it only brought me to the main page not any picture
875960 It was this one:
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...anything?
875977 Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Understood. D'oh
I forgot to comment when I finished reading.
Lets me get this straight, and hope that I'm wrong...
This is basically the prequel to This ending
Please be wrong Please be wrong Please be wrong
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I'm going to like it anyway, even if the next chapter wont be too much violent it will be either a little angsty or will surely create lots of tension
YOU BLOODY GENIUS! DAMN GOOD FIC! SO MUCH SAD!uh.....and.......BLOODY GENIUS AGAIN!
read this fic made me sad but i cant stop reading this damn good fic! ah helll i want stop read this fic nut icant!WHY!WHY!
oh and did you have steam id? if you have then i give you a game gift! FOR this fic! so if you have steam id please tellme
877038 You have no idea how much I want to answer this question. But I can't. You'll see why real soon.
887973 Wow, thanks, a gift! I'm afraid that I have to decline it as I don't have Steam, though... I do all my gaming on my 360 because my current laptop's just too crappy. Thank you so much for the offer though. That's one of the coolest things that anybody's ever done.
The new chapter's been kicking my butt for a couple days now, sorry everyone. I'm working on it as fast as I can.
888318 WUT! IZ DAT TRUE! I ALREADY BOUGHT A GMAE FOR YA! LA noire, DEUS EX, and Rock of ages(i play this games and i think this gmaes will good)
ahhh bloody helll! did you really didnt need this gifts? this fic is really damn good fic and you deserve my gift!
The ending is going to piss me off
First I must say that was the coolest celebration of a birth ever (screw you Lion King)!
Finaly we meet the character this story is named after.
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I can't believe I almost didn't read this... this... I don't know what to call this piece of literature that is so beyond epic that we need to come up with a word to describe it.
@Chapter Twelve: I know this is long gone, and I'm kind of just being a stickler, but no matter how bright the stars are, they won't cast a shadow. The light is coming from all directions, so the shadow would be too diffuse to see, except maybe for an inch or two around their hooves.
Have you ever stood in front of two light sources pointed in different angles and had two faint shadows, neither of them blocking all of the light? Imagine that, but with over 2,000 light sources. Depending on how hard Luna's been working recently, possibly a lot over 2,000.
Couldn't get this out of my head the entire time reading the chapter:
So I'm reading this for the first time, keeping in mind that season 6 wasn't even a thing at the time of writing (not to mention 5, 4, 3, and part of 2), and I ended up staring at the last two words of this chapter for a minute or so before figuring out what they reminded me of: Starlight Glimmer. And now I can't help but think it would've been an incredibly weird and awesome and ironic coincidence if the filly's name had been an even closer match.