re: etc. etc. etc. · 1:09am
The next thing I feel is that I’m lying against what looks and feels like cold, polished wood. That, in and of itself, is the first sign that wherever I am, it’s not Castle Everfree. The wood is all I can make out, and that’s because my face is smashed against it; around the edges of my eyes is a cold, unfriendly light. With a great strain, I push myself up to my hooves, my eyes stinging and still flaring from the sensoria. I feel violently ill, and it takes virtually all my willpower to prevent me from voiding the last thing I had in my stomach – say, when was the last time I ate?
It’s somewhat…discomforting…to realize the last meal I had was a millennium ago.
As my stomach settles down and my eyes refocus, I realize wherever I am…is not home. Gone are the deep, brilliant colors that make up the Everfree, or for that matter Equestria or even Equus in general. This place is….it’s faded, washed out, and even the brightest colors, like the deep red…it doesn’t feel alive. There’s no “pull” to it. A second later, I realize why: there’s no magic here. This place is barren, dead…
I recoil from the unnatural state of it all so much that I nearly forget that I needn’t worry: I am Nightmare Moon, or to use my birth name, Clare de Lune, or Princess Luna, to those who chose not to utter my regnal name. I am the Princess of the Night, the Regis of Nightmares, and an alicorn – a goddess! This place might have no magic, but I shan’t be here long – all I need to do is find my way out of this trap and make my way back to Equestria. I shall rule the land, and my sister will pay for what she has done to me!
But for the moment, I’ll need to store my magic away. And that meant…returning to my natural form. A shame, that; I’d grown to like the look the Nightmare Force had given me. I was finally the equal to Celestia, not her “darling little sister”, emphasis on little. And it’s not as though I was going to stay in my normal form permanently; I fully intended to return to my Nightmare form as soon as.
re: re: he. she. we. · 1:14am
re: he. she. we. · 11:37pm
And to think I've just had this sitting on my hard drive for a couple of years now, just taking up space. If I'd know it had this much of a positive response, I would have loosed it sooner. Thank you all! I'm already getting carpal from having to copypasta "Thanks for the fave! "
That being said, I guess I'll tweak it. Which means:
1. Revised first two chapters - that means editing.
2. Better cover art (anyone want to take a shot at this? My schedule's already packed.)
3. You'll see the full story.
That being said, keep in mind that I'm already tied heavily into two projects (the AAG Saga and 7DSJ) here on Fimfic and my webcomic, novel and oh, the con I work with, too. and real life. So things won't come out immediately. But they will be fast.
Oh, and AAG and 7DSJ watchers: HSW has the same things, so there might be little hints for the other two stories in here.
Ah Dun Goofed · 10:47pm
And this is what happens when you work on a cover at four in the morning. Got the cover for 7DSJ B3 done, but really screwed up Sunset's facial expression. Was going for a 70s soft rock album cover vibe, but....dat jaw. I'll come up with something else.
In the meanwhile, feel free to cast thine eyes upon mine failure.
For those interested, Ayne and I will be at Intervention this weekend, in the dealer room. We'll be there to answer a bunch of questions about Claude & Monet, Razorblade Angel, the All-American Girl saga, Seven Days in Sunny June, etc. etc. etc., sell crap and so much less more! So if you're in the area, drop on by!
Today's my tenth wedding anniversary. That means the woman I've been with for a dozen years now (trust me, the math works) still loves me enough to stay with me for a over a decade and all of a decade in legally-confined bliss. Today, that's an accomplishment. I come from a divorced family like many of you out there (Mom's happily married to her second husband; Dad was on the ropes with number five when he passed away), so being married longer than they were together (seven years) is, to me, a pinnacle. I hope to reach the level of wedding bliss that my in-laws have - forty-three years and counting.
It also says something else. Marriage isn't a fifty/fifty thing. It's all or nothing - don't let anyone tell you otherwise. If you really love the person to stay with them and commit to a life together (marriage or not), then you really have to work at it. And it won't be easy: sometimes, my wife has been a bitch, while other times, I've been a royal asshat. It's all in the "fun" of being human. But if you really care for someone, you'll work it out. Because that person is worth more than your own ego or selfishness.
Maybe this will resonate with some of you out there. Maybe it won't. Understandable; marriage isn't for everyone, even the ones who want a lifetime commitment with someone else. But I will say this much: having a life with someone else, someone you can share everything with, and someone who you can have arguments whether Pinkie is best pony or not, is the best thing you can have.