Final Brotherhood Peek: · 1:55am Oct 22nd, 2015
This is the last peek I shall share for Project Brotherhood:
The musician, seeing that her words were useless, turned to inspect her new living space. I shouldn't be here for long. A minor assault can't get me more than a couple of days in prison. She saw that her bed was made of straw and that was all there was in the cell. The cold floor was lumpy and jagged to her black shoes. The black walls had no designs or carvings. The place was as simplistic as one could imagine. It was probably the most simple place in all of Canterlot.
"All because I stood up for myself. Stupid noble."
She felt like kicking something, so she threw her foot through the pile of hay, spreading it across the cell. The action did not relive her at all and only infuriated her more with its lack of helping. She was prized musician! She was a protege of both Celestia and Luna! The Empresses practically raised her! And she was stuck in here still. The more she thought about it, the more frustrating it all became.
"You're a funny one, aren't you?" a sweet voice echoed from the cell across to her.
Octavia, with no means of seeing the voice's owner, leaned on the door's bars, getting as close as possible to the cell across the small corridor. With the moonlight coming for her window, she could only faintly see up to the other cell's door, but nothing else.
"So, why are you here?" the feminine voice questioned with a sugary, yet venomous, warmness.
"I punched a rude noble in the face," Octavia answered curtly. "He deserved it."
"I have no doubt. Those high-society fools always think they're right. They don't care about who they hurt."
"I bet my crime is pitiful compared to most who are in here. I've barely done a foul in their eyes," Octavia mused.
"To the contrary," the voice chuckled, "I'm only here because of my words. Not a single physical abuse. You can come down here for a long time if you disagree with the established traditions of this silly empire."
Octavia was interested. "Oh? What traditions did you break? Did you reject Hearth's Warming?"
Octavia could see the woman slide a little in the deep darkness. That or she was imagining it. "Of course not. I preach something very simple: equality. The empire loves its separate classes. It loves how there are some who are more important than others. I refuse to believe this. I said the worse thing one could. I said that nobles are on the same level as peasants and vice versa."
"That does not seem bad at all. I feel the same way," Octavia said.
"Oh, that's good. Though I know it's because you are on the lower side of society. You see, I bet you wouldn't care if you had wealth and influence."
"I would too! I've seen the horrors of poverty, even in this grand capital. I hate to think any have to live like that."
The woman hummed impressively. "Well, that's a better answer than most have given me. You seem like a smart girl."
"You're not the first to say that."
You have beyond spoiled us with these sneak peaks. Cannot wait for the story to be published!
3487914 For a second I thought you meant I spoiled the story. Gave me a bloody heart attack.
Now, I know what you're wondering, yes, I am working on a new HC chapter. I'm still pulling this one though, as no matter what happens to the original, I am getting this new one out. So hang tight.
On a side note, I am done with sports for the foreseeable future, so I have a bit more time now. Yay.
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3488474 Yes! Even though I have no ability to play Syndicate, I will follow it closely.