Flash Fiction #11--July--30th--2023--Sunday · 4:27am Jul 30th, 2023
Nothing to report other ,then this was funner and found a cool title out of it!
Enjoy!
Title: He had knelled once.
“I will bleed you, Alicorn!”
Sin’s Field’s were aflame. Her Soldier's dead. The whiff of vomit and the last shit linger in the air. And, still he remained, Dawn raised in the blood-red glow of his magic.
“You will not win Sigbert! Even, if you should murder me and take the throne- the people toppled one Caradaca. They. Can. Topple. Another.” Celery said with a stomp of her hoove.
He laughed and eyes ounce the color of a warm sapphire sky turned-
dark.
Foul.
Those ponies.
Those-
Horn aglow, Hooves burning from a splash of lava, what tear’s she had-
vanished. Hes not going to break. Hes not going to win. You can’t-
Staring at the Apostle of Flame, little Celery Root knew…
she was going to-
“Die!” Sigbert cries thrusting the ruin of a sword at her exposed throat.
I can’t. It hurt’s. It hurt’s. It-
pain. Blood vaporizes. Celery let’s out a wordless cry! Wing’s twitch. Heart-
She jump’s.
“You know I will always be with you, Cel?”
Black mane oiled back. Hooves polished to a silver sheen. He was in the that moment the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.
And, she would have him forever.
As she sail’s among the heat, smog and noxious poison that is the air, she can’t help ,but remember the word’s of her father…
“Never give up! Never...ever give. Up!”
She land’s on her hooves.
Horn lowers and a cone of forest green blocked Dawn’s cutting edge.
“Stop, this Sigbert! We can rule together!”
I can’t. I won’t. I shan’t.
He does not deserve me.
Not anymore.
With a cry and a wrench of her magic, Celery Root, Last sane alicorn left in all of The Stormland’s grab’s in burst of green light Dawn, Dawn, the slayer of Tick.
Her brother.
No!
“No!”
“No! Celery!”
“No! My name is not Celery ,no longer it is Celestia!”
