• Published 9th Mar 2015
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Chronicles of the Prince - ebonelbon



This is the origin story of my oc pony Drakeal-Arquin this is my very first story. This story will feature quite a few ponies while adding a few here and there. It will also include a lot of different places and countries. There may also be gore.

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chapter 2

Chapter 2

When we got to the start of the parade ground we found our float and started to get ready. I summoned my trumpet to get it ready and warm up that’s when Sif walked up to me.

“So you playing the trumpet for this one?”

“Eeyup, this should be interesting.”

“How come you're playing that instead of one of the other instruments”

“Well, the ocarina isn't loud enough and it doesn't seem right for a parade and I have to sit to to play the french horn and I am going to stand on the float.”

“So what are you gonna play?”

“I have no idea. Hopefully I'll come up with something. What are you doing?”

“ I don’t know. I may just hide and hope no one sees me.”

“You could just do the same thing dad is doing and wave.”

“Yeah maybe.”

I start to freak out as the realization that I don't have anything to play sets in and I curl up into a ball.

“Hey you don't have to play music, you could perform your magic.”

My eyes shoot open as my sister gives me the brilliant idea.

“Sis you an absolute genius.”

I pull on the fingerless gloves that I wear while performing magic and started to meditate to focus my mind. The float starts to move as my eyes and hands start to glow. The cheering of the crowd reaches my ears as my hands and feet start to blaze with a bright fire and I start to show off my magic with a kung fu type of martial art that consist of spinning, jumping, and large fluid movements with the fire leaving trails when it moves. The parade was going amazing the crowd was absolutely astonished and were cheering louder than I had ever heard them before when suddenly our float explodes throwing me away from my family as everyone screams and scatter. I couldn't hear anything and my vision became blurry as I fade in and out of consciousness. The last thing I saw before I passed out was my brother holding my sister by the throat.