Young Celestia has gone into hiding in the underbelly of Equestria. Through his vile scheming, Discord has driven her out of Canterlot Castle, engineering a civil war; Luna, her mind and soul poisoned by Discord, has turned into Nightmare Moon. Sooner or later, Celestia must face what she knows is her destiny: to confront and banish her own sister, before the advent of Eternal Night.
91w, 5d[no title]2 comments · 98 views
“So here you will meet your fate,” he said darkly.
Clouds were breaking once more. Torrential rain pattered down on them, icy and without mercy, until they were soaked to the bone, but Celestia barely noticed. If anything, the stinging pain only added to her nauseous determination. Only the lights of the torches reflected in her eyes, her pupils hidden somewhere deep inside.
“Acier,” she said and turned to him, as though taken by a sudden idea. “If I do this, will you forgive me?”
“No,” he said without hesitation. “I won’t. And neither will you. Never. You will have a busy life, but an empty one nonetheless, and whenever you have enough time to pause and find yourself alone in a room much too large, you will think back to this day and curse yourself, hate yourself, wish physical pain onto yourself. You will wish to have died in her place instead, but you won’t be able to, because you truly are immortal now. You will wish for relief. You will wish for light at the end of the tunnel, only to find out you’re in no tunnel at all, but in a bottomless pit, again falling, falling towards a Canterlot Square that never comes. Your life will be a nightmare. Have you understood?”
She stared at him for a couple of seconds, but there was no glistening in his eyes, no hint as to any insincerity. His look was grave and grim, and sad, too, she thought. Then she nodded slowly.
“I have.” She looked down towards the Eternal Flame on her chest. “But that is what must happen, mustn’t it?”
Acier said nothing, did nothing, just stared at her, but in his eyes, just before she turned away, bitter tears welled up that she preferred not to see.
She took a deep breath. The time for words and sentimentality was over, a rush of blood to her head told her. Lightning tore through the night above her. She stepped into the Castle of the Two Thrones.
126w, 1dPrice of Grace book & e-book13 comments · 219 views
126w, 5dA call for quality stories8 comments · 110 views
Could someone recommend a particularly worthwhile story they've read here? I've been reading far too little pony fiction so far, and I'm curious as to what I may have missed out on.
127w, 23hThe Nightmare4 comments · 98 views
Now that The Price of Grace is finished, I thought the story would leave me alone. Unfortunately, that is not the case. It's come back to bug me time and time again.
So I've changed my mind and there's gonna be a continuation up soon - probably later today -, to be called The Nightmare. However, I've decided to mix things up and take a totally different route in all aspects. Chapters will be shorter, the style will be less elaborate, the tone will be rougher, everything will be a little grittier. So yes, I think it'll end up very differently from Price of Grace. I consider it an experiment.
Let's see where it leads. If it fails, I can still write clopfiction and get super famous.
Aaand in other news, a 1000-word story called "Dash eats meat" is insanely popular right now. Good job, fandom.
131w, 2d[no title]3 comments · 120 views
New chapter coming up reaaaally soon. This chapter includes the following new or improved features:
- The sweat and blood of my brow
- Repetitive strain injury (wrists and brain)
- A violent crackdown on overused semicolons
- 120% as much excitingness
- (Even more!) general indifference