Flash Fiction #12--July--31st--2023---Monday · 8:15am Jul 31st, 2023
I got my first ten by Claude! I am starting to think it's not as difficult (at least in flash fiction?) to push for a ten from a nine. I have this weird block in writing longer paragraph's? Don't know...
Weird, huh?
This makes me want to write for other fandom's or play with more original character work! How is my ability in coming up with weird premises? Can I put my skill into long form? I think I can! Betcha thought I was gonna be all doubtful and such...
Nope!
Enjoy!
The others were tall. Taller than the Titan minotaur’s across the Borian sea. Who were missing. Gone by Caddacas hooves. There hooves were Caddaca-red. Taller than-
Luna.
I love you Luna...but...why did I think…?
“You can handle this Luna.”
You can’t. I know you can’t.
Her sister’s (My child’s) eyes widen, Celestia can hear the whistle of her breath, smell the faint berry conditioner rubbed in her fur, she can-
Hear the pull of Luna’s smile. Tentative. Unsure. Hopeful.
“Ya! I...can’t.” Luna mumbles as she rub’s a hoof in Hearth’s warming rug. Now, crinkles mar it’s surface.
I hate that damn rug.
The arriving ship that was not wood, nor needed helium- it was-
“Crystal’s! Princess! They arrived on crystal’s! Think of the possibility’s!” Twilight say’s. Purple mane a thrashing hydra. Hooves doing a passing resemblances to the old long dead Caddaca. Luna’s eyes are wide burning star’s. Wing’s half open to take in a gust of hope.
It had come when the day was high and winter was still incoming. It came like Celestia herself so long ago...clean and unblemished. Hearth’s Warming was imminent. Here and-
I don’t like this. The thing’s I do for the ones I love...
In the large sitting room, the strawberry scent is comforting. There were six and they came on four limb’s as large as a oak. Tall. Their fur covered in a sheen like the crystal ponies.
Celestia stares out the window. The vision of Bor’s Mountain stares back.
I miss you Starswirl...
“Yours is the last seed colony to be found. Some…”
Perished. Died. Axed. She didn’t.
She was looking at Luna.
Her muzzle twitching, scrunching...
I am lost. I wonder if Starswirl felt this way when I-
A hoove. There was her child and then...a hug. A squeeze.
“I-I-I am here for you...sister-mom!”
“Their frog’s are hard, Princess!” Twilight say’s as she presses a hoove in the thick red of the others. Her eyes are a lighthouse. Celestia is the boat. Adrift. Adrift.
Lost.
“Oh! And, Luna their teeth are long! At least four hooves long!” Twilight Cries. Bouncing from the center of her sitting room. A scratchpad in her violet magic and a quill (Twilight’s own feather)
Her blood had seeped into the damn Lava-red and frog-green rug. Celestia couldn’t help ,but smile- of course lovingly and sweetly. Celery Root can not show her fear’s!
Ha-ha-ha.
“Thanks to you, fair Twilight! What of your diet, Dear Or-Or-” Luna slam’s a small hoove (large hoove) onto the Prench carpet.
“Orias, Princess.” A voice says from the earth, from the star’s themselves from-
“We come from the freehold planet’s. Our kind were originally made by The Avara.”
“Wha-What did they look like?” Twilight asks.
“Well...They could change there shape.”
Her heart burn’s. Aches. And, there...there is Caddaca.
One wing gone. a mass of orange pulp.
The other trying and failing to change. To form. To become...something.
Horn aglow. And Dragon’s Bane Lance in the glow of her magic.
Celestia once, Celery Root, throw’s her spear. Throw’s the spear into the Shifter. The changer.
The ruin at the heart of her Princessdom.
For she would rule.
For the death’s. For the dying.
She would and make a better world.
For her child.
I am still unsure if I should change Caddacas red to his red? That way your not reading two caddacas back to back...
Hmm...
