Trailer For Side-Story · 8:25am Sep 6th, 2017
Hi guys.
To cut down on the arbitrary flashbacks in Lost Reflections, the side-story involving Cadence, Starlight and the Doctor finding out about the past is going to be a side-story.
It gets a bit meta, involving my OC Stand-In and elements of Fletcher and Wolf's.
Here's a trailer.
6samuelb, don't worry. I'll accommodate for Midnight Blade as well.
“He’s going to fall.”
“He isn’t going to fall.”
“He is going to fall.”
“He is not going to fall.”
In the normally quiet halls of the Canterlot library, two individuals bickered among themselves.
One was a young earth pony, broad-shouldered and hardy but not so much that made him seem stocky. He was light green-coated, with a scruffy mane dyed red, blue and orange, the kind one got in celebration after a sporting event. As it happened, the Grand Stirrope Hoofball Championships were this month.
His accent was foreign, crisp and firm whilst sounding quite melodious. It pointed to Farman, long held as an Equestrian ally, once one of the greatest bulwarks of free Stirrope during the onslaught of the Dark Hordes of Tirek and Grogar. His cutie mark was a heavily-armoured beige tank.
Two colourful felt bands around his foreleg added credence to his origin as they signified the role of unofficial diplomat rather than a simple tourist, travelling under a college project most likely.
Upon one was the jet-black alicorn with wings spread and a flowing golden mane on a golden background, bordered red. The flag of Farmany.
The other was a blue sash with a grey stone wall design across it, a white mare and a bay stallion running toward each other atop the walls. The flag of the Excavator’s College of Bitzingen.
The one he was arguing with was a very different individual. A female deer, draped in a swarthy cloak and cowl with various baubles and trinkets sown into it, her coat silver-white and shaggy with a long grey mane that drooped around her head like damp seaweed.
Twitter-Patterns across her face were dark green but vibrant, shining through the shadow of her hood.
She carried a great wooden staff inscribed with mithril runes that she rested over her forelegs as she brooded, her face dour and her voice monotone as she retorted.
“I know he’s going to fall.”
“Look, I’ve seen him do this plenty of times, he’s not going to fall.”
“It doesn’t matter how many times he’s done it. This time, he’s going to fall. I’m a seer. I can see it happening before it happens and I’ve seen him fall.”
“Okay chaps, would you mind not debating on whether or not I die today?” A voice from above called down “You’re making me feel very uncomfortable.”
The doe shrugged.
“We never said you’d die. Though that is very possible.”
High above on the largest story ladder, the librarian perched precariously, putting back a heavy book in its correct place on the shelf. He was an earth pony with a peculiar patchy coat, purple and white and a long, scruffy mane with much the same colours. Pale freckles around his muzzle denoted a country upbringing but his accent was distinctly that of a Trottingham gent. A pair of spectacles adorned his muzzle and his cloak of office was dark blue with a rising sun.
Placing the book fully between its neighbours, he smiled and called back down.
“There, I’ve done it, problem solved, no...Oh no...OH NO!”
In his haste to replace the books, he hadn’t taken to noticing just how close the ladder had been to the door. As it opened, the ladder toppled and the librarian found himself careening down to earth along with the books he’d been putting back.
The green pony shot to his hooves in shock while the doe remained seated as the librarian, instead of screaming, rapidly yelled out on his way down.
“CATCHMECATCHMECATCHMECATCHMECATCHME-” He was cut off suddenly as a field of shimmering magenta magic caught him a bare few inches from the ground and slowly placed him safely on the floor. Checking himself, he smiled.
“Ah...thank you.”
WHUMP!
No sooner than he’d said that then he was flattened by an enormous tome landing squarely on his cranium, causing him to faceplant the floor and nearly pinning him down.
“Oh, oh, I’m so sorry, let me help you up.”
A soothing feminine voice commanded the tone of the room as an alicorn of pink and purple hues picked him up.
The librarian swayed groggily and mumbled, wearing a silly grin.
“Uh...huzzah...Smoke me a kipper, skipper, I’ll be back for breakfast!”
Shaking his head, he groaned and picked up the book that had floored him, scowling at it.
“Oh, it would have to you, wouldn’t it!” he snapped at the tome “It would have to be The Biographical Dictionary of the Second Age of Magic to the Civil War by Dean Heliotrope! It couldn’t be The School-Filly’s Pocket Guide to Quilting that plummets into my skull, oh no, it had to be this big basta-Princess!”
He dropped the book and bowed as he finally noticed Princess Mi Amore Cadenza standing in the room.
“I’m terribly sorry, Patch. I didn’t realise you were all the way up there. I should have knocked.”
“No, no, my own fault. And if you hadn’t opened the door, some other moron would have...That’s not to say you’re a moron, of course you’re not but whoever would have opened the door would have been...apart from you, I mean...I’m just going to shut up now.”
“Good call.” The green earth pony and the doe said at once before turning to each other.
“See, he didn’t fall.”
“Yes, he did. I just didn’t say he’d land.” the doe retorted knowingly.
The green earth pony scowled.
“You’re annoying.”
“So I’m told.”
“Stop bickering, you two.” The librarian sighed as he addressed the Princess.
“Princess Mi Amore Cadenza, these are two of my colleagues who’ve been helping me with my studies. Wagensroll, an accomplished scholar from the Excavator’s College of Bitzingen and the closest living descendent of the House of Armbrust. And Dawnwind, shamaness of the Wolfsong Deer and mentor of White Wolf the Stormrunner. I’ve been charting up information on the Eternal Knights and their roles before and during the Civil War and they’ve proved very helpful. Sir and madam, the Princess of the Crystal Empire and its reaches.”
Wagensroll bowed as his friend had done whilst Dawnwind gave a semi-polite nod.
“And not alone.” The Princess made way for a collection of ponies as her retinue entered “This Doctor Whooves, Hero of Time and Space; Starlight Glimmer, Twilight Sparkle’s budding apprentice; Daring Doo, renowned explorer and archaeologist; and Maud Pie, Rock Farmer and Geologist Graduate.”
The forenamed ponies entered, all gazing round the vast Canterlot Library in wonder, or at least the closest Maud Pie could register as wonder. As the librarian and his fellows set about clearing desks and setting up equipment, the Princess introduced them.
“Purple Patch is an expert in what is known as Pre-Alicorn Studies. It is his job at the Royal Academy to gather and catalogue information that concerns history before the time of Celestia and Laurelore as well as any information that remains hidden from Equestria.”
“That sounds fascinating.” Starlight said brightly “How can he do that?”
“Because nopony else has nothing better to do with their lives than look through and write up all the balls-aching curd that he enjoys so much!” Dawnwind snapped.
“That’s not fair. The things I find would change how you view the world!” Purple Patch declared “Just the other day, I found near-certain evidence that Fleabite the Faithless, pretender to the Throne of Princess Platinum, was indirectly responsible for the Haught Invasions twenty years later. Fleabite met with Prince Dastard Haughtenville at Bittany and pleaded with him to help him retake the throne in exchange for all of the Southern Shore and any pegasus and earth pony lands they conquered. Before Dastard sent his reply, Fleabite had died of the plague and so his son, Fermentine, led the first invasion but his fleet was destroyed by pirates before they landed at Central Equestria. After his death, his two sons fought each other for control over...”
“Patch...” Wagensroll cut off his friend’s blathering “You’re doing that thing again.”
“What thing?”
“Talking.” Wagensroll answered.
“And talking.” Dawnwind added.
“And talking!” Both of them barked.
Purple Patch shuffled awkwardly and mumbled.
“...sorry...”
Yeah, this me. No exaggeration.
Nice! I really like how you putted Wagensroll in.
Purple I should make a vector of you next, as the historian. That's a nice way to insert yourself in the story
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Thanks. I'd very much appreciate it. I need to find out how to make vectors.
I took History for GCSE and I enjoyed every minute of it.
But a weakness of mine was that I always got side-tracked which became fatal during the exams.
So now it's just a hobby but it's helped me a lot.
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I can see your love for history in your writing, I enjoy reading your stories because of it.
As for vectors, I suggest you use freeware for a while, as an alternative to Adobe. For you see, instead of traditional perpetual software, I'm getting screwed over by monthly subscription payments. For a graphic artist, I'm good with Photoshop and Illustrator, but InDesign is my least used software, along with others.
Moral of the story, don't go upgrading unless you know what you're getting yourself into.
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Righto. I'll look into it.