Blogspot #7 - Moving! (And Flash's Demon Ch.7 preview) or Why can't I quit you Cheda Blade? · 5:03am May 13th, 2015
Well, I'm moving. Getting a new place and going to be moving. It's a big step for me, and well, it's gonna be crazy for this next week or two dealing with moving in, getting settled, losing cable, and buying furnishings and the like. I... am diving in with both feet, so wish me luck.
This also would be where I'd say I'd posted Flash's Demon chapter 7. Go read it, and enjoy...but no. Honestly, I've been addicted to Monster Hunter 4 Ultimate for the 3DS. Damn it is a fun game, and for some reason just keeps pulling me back in for one after another round of hunting giant monsters and kicking their asses...tails...back of it's shell...or um...you get the idea. I've put in over 100 hours (I'd say at least 20 over the past week) and I've finally made it to G-rank. First time I ever had playing this franchise, which is super awesome... but also, it means I'm not getting anything else done in my real life, and honestly, It's really beginning to bug me. Chapter 7 has been almost done for... about 2-3 days now, and I've done very little on it. Only doing a bit before donning my hunting gear and not coming back until 3 am. I really think I need to detox on that game, and finish this chapter so I can move on with telling the story I really want to tell. Honestly, at this time, I thought I'd be further along in telling this tale. I suppose I just gotta brush myself off, and get back on track.
Ok, last part, as the top said, at the least I can show a little preview for chapter 7 of Flash's Demon. Here's the beginning part. (if you couldn't tell, this beginning is another dream sequence)
Flash's Demon Chapter 7 - ??????
Flash hovered just above the ground. The rain was fresh, and the mud was still a problem. Plus, if he landed he’d get his suit muddy. But that wasn’t what Flash was focused on, instead making sure he had to hold onto his baby brother. A smooth gentle trip to their destination to make sure he didn’t cry.
Flash kept the foal under the wraps of his blanket, turning around to sound of grunts behind him.
“I said I’m fine,” Flash heard back an adult stallion, his father, say some distance behind the boy.
“Honey, just let me push you out. We’re gonna be late.”
“I can do this myself,” Flash heard his father declare, before hearing another series of grunts.
It came from the large orange Pegasus with a mane that resembled Flash’s blue, or at least resembled what was left that adult’s mane. An eyepatch over his right eye, half of him was in a bodycase, Flash Sentry Senior was bound to a wheelchair that was stuck in the mud. Unlike every other pony around, he was not dressed in black. It wouldn’t fit over the casing.
Through painful struggle, he tried to unstick himself from the mud. He did not. The tan female pegasus with a orange mane hovered behind him to try to lift up his chair for him.
“Honey, just let me—”
“I said I can do this!”
His brother almost began to cry on instinct from their father’s howl.
“I know…I know” Flash muttered to his little brother, pulling out a binky in his pockets and placing it in the foal’s mouth. “Hey, it’s gonna be alright little bro. Dad’s just mad he’s gotta be in a wheelchair, he’s not mad at mom.”
“Honey, let me push you.” Flash heard his mother say, her wings flapping her behind her wheelchair-bound husband. The moment she tried, he protested.
“No, Ember! I don’t need your help!”
“We’re gonna be late to the funeral! I can’t go there without you Flash. I’m not even sure if they’ll let us in without you there.”
“I’m not going to be wheeled in like some cripple.”
“Flash, don’t do this, not here.” Ember tried to tell her husband, despite his stubborn tone. “This is a funeral, nobody’s going to care about us here.”
“That’s not the point! I care! That fucking she-demon is not going to win! These casts are temporary, this burns are temporary, this wheelchair is temporary. I am not disabled, I don’t need to retire, and I don’t need anyone to help me! I am pushing myself Ember, end of story. If you’re so worried about—”
A thought popped in young Flash’s head. Shuffling his brother into one hoof, he turned around and called to his parents.
“Mom! Dad!” He shouted, interrupting his parent’s ‘conversation’. “Mom can hold Firsty and I’ll push if you two are having trouble. I’ve been training really hard, I know I can push it Dad.”
Flash’s parents gave each other a silent look.
“No son, that won’t be necessary,” said Flash Sentry Senior
“Yes honey, everything’s fine,” said Ember Glow.
The boy saw them now whisper, no longer speaking at each other. Flash saw his mother’s wings flap faster and faster. He could make out whispering, but not what they were speaking about.
Flash’s baby brother began to cry once more. When Flash wondered why, he sighed. The binky had fallen into the mud below. Recovery, wasn’t going to be happening.
Oh horseapples Flash thought to himself. At least mom has another.
Before he could turn around, he felt a hoof on his shoulder. He turned, and his mother was there, her glowing smile shining at her sons.
“Come on honey, let’s get going. There’s going to be some more rain later today, we need to find a place with some cover.
“I thought you said Daddy had to be there so the Paladins would let us in? I want daddy to be here.”
She fidgeted.
“Yes, um... “ Ember stumbled on her words. It took a moment, but she showed her sons a smile. “It’ll be ok honey. Daddy’s going to be catching up with us.” She said to her son. Mother and son looking at each other, Flash gave his baby brother back to his mother
As soon as she held the foal in her hooves, First Base stopped his crying. He just needed his mother’s touch, Flash thought, smiling.
“It’ll be ok. Your father will be meeting up with us soon, I promise. Now come-on Flash, before we’re late for the funeral.”
“A funeral for whom?” an alien voice beamed into his skull.
Lighting flashed.
Flash now stood side by side around many ponies in the cold rain. Soldiers dressed in their armor, mares all wearing black. His mother held his brother as he wailed, her wing making a improve umbrella for her baby boy.
Three tombstones stood in front of him.
“Who are these ponies?”
Flash heard the alien voice again.
I don’t want to think about it.
“There’s one more headstone next to them now, isn’t there?”
I...I don’t want to see it.
“But I do.”
Flash felt a soft hoof across his face, pulling his face, and making him see.
‘Here lies Captain Night Light, beloved father, loving husband, brave paladin, hero of the crown.’
‘Here lies Velvet Twilight. Beloved mother, blessed wife, respected author.’
The orange child buried his head in the mud.
I don’t want to see it I don’t want to see it.
A white mare grabbed his head, and turned it up. The child tried to struggle her control away, but she gave nothing. The boy closed his eyes, holding them as long as he could to avoid seeing it.
“See it. Show me. I need to see it.”
No! I don’t want to! Please! Don’t make—
It was too late. Flash saw the name on the third tombstone.
‘Here lies Twilight Sparkle. Gone too soon, before her light could shine for all of Equestria.’
Twilight.
Twilight.
Gone were the crowds, gone was the instruments, gone was Flash’s family. The only thing in the world was an adult orange stallion, collapsed in front of a child’s grave.
“Really, Twilight?! You live in Canterlot too? I go to the school near the big bell tower. What school do you go?”
“The Canterlot school for gifted unicorns! Well, I will soon! My big entrance exam is tomorrow!”
I’m sorry Twilight.
I wish I could have helped.
I wanted to help.
I know I couldn’t have helped. It was out of my control.
But I never forgot.
I wanted to be strong.
I never really had a reason for joining the paladins, I just, always wanted to be like my father. But after what happened to you… I then… I did.
I wanted to become strong, strong enough to affect the world around me, and I would use that strength to never let a tragedy like yours from ever happening again.
But look at me now. I’m in a prison of bastards. I have to follow that bastard of a father’s career, just so I could step out of his shadow, lorded over by bastard of professors whose classes I can’t pass, and I’m imprisoned by a bastard demon. I don’t affect my world at all. I just ride the wave, more worthless as a log floating in the ocean.
...Twilight... I’m sorry. If you were here to see this...what would you say...
“It’s ok, Flash.”
The orange stallion felt a hoof on his back. He turned to see the pony who did. Every part of him froze.
A lavender pony with a dark purple mane, a single light streak in the middle of her mane and tail. Her flank had a star as her cutie mark. Flash trembled as he stared at ghost of what could have been.
“Twi...light?”
