Things · 12:15pm Sep 30th, 2017
I've been pretty quiet recently. I know I promised that I would make a sequel to Void Trials and I'm still doing that.
But life had intervened, I recently have an apprenticeship (last year I had 24 hours to myself every day), which I had to get used to and the first weeks have been really squashing my ability to write afterwards.
On the positive, I AM getting used to it now, but I further delayed writing Void Trials as a side project pulled me away for a while.
Maybe you know about Greenfinger, the guy who illustrated The Iron Horse: Everything is better with Robots and my christmas story. Well, he has a few characters on his own (not pony though) and I wanted to give writing for children a shot. So I wrote three fanfics with his characters (and a few of my own oc's... still not ponies)
you can see them here:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ERQejlmfYyybrfCFYWWO4jFf9b8u3_NWi1p1Zp1zpX8/edit?usp=sharing
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1hrzXQL9nl0WJQkqSdQZmd-L0j44_BHRtjeSEw0ZfKb4/edit?usp=sharing
and one isnt edited yet, so I'll give that to you once it is.
But for those waiting for Void Trials, Work has (finally) seriously begun, planning is mostly complete and I'm giving you a little sneak peek. Maaaaaybe for some feedback?
(BTW, SPOILERS IF YOU HAVENT COMPLETED VOID TRIALS ONE!)
The room was large and cold, but not uncomfortably so. The metallic walls were utilitarian, yet carried an air of homeliness and comfort that set Shetland at ease. There were no windows, but that was fine, there was little to see outside. She equally ignored the door. She could stay in this peaceful room forever. A smell stung into her nose, scraping her nostrils with the pungent scent. Covering her nose, she looked around, seeking the source.
Instead, there were faces. Ponies. Two unicorns and a changeling, all covering their noses, as well as a pegasus in the corner of her eye. They seemed distressed, eyeing the door for some reason. Then she heard a noise, a faraway burst of sound. She approached the door as a feeling took hold in her chest like a leech. Dread. She dreaded what was coming. Her breath quickening, she ripped the door open-
And screamed in fright as fire swept in from the hallway. She jumped away, unable to reach the door as the flames leaked into the room. The panicked shouts of her friends came in unison with her own as they all backed away. Helpless, she looked around for any escape, but there was none. Something banged against the walls, as if trying to break them in. Then, her heart froze as a bone-chilling scream split her ears. The changelings body had erupted into flame and as they all shouted in horror, the red unicorn reached out, trying to pull her away, but the flames caught onto his coat as well. Screaming, they rolled uselessly on the floor. Shetlands last friend bawled their names, yet he too could only watch as their bodies crumpled to ashes.
No. Shetland’s mind raced. She knew what was next. She wanted to reach out her hoof, but was horrified to find that her body would not move. Frozen in terror, she watched as the unicorn screamed in anguish and flung himself at the flames. A loud bang emerged from behind her and she dropped to the ground. She was alone. Except…
Her mind screamed at her not to move, but she could not help but look up. As the flames encircled her and grew ever closer, a new face had emerged, metallic like the room, yet it was filled with lively lights as the robot looked at her encouragingly, holding out a helping hoof.
Yet all it did was make dread clutch her heart, like a spider its prey. But she got up, taking his hoof with a kind smile. Then, her body moving entirely on its own, she suddenly pressed against him, and disbelieving screams came from him as she bucked him into the fire.
His cry of agony mixed with her own, or maybe she just screamed so she wouldn’t hear him. Static noise grew in her ears, picking up in intensity and she tore at her ears and still she faintly heard his screams.
Shetland. Shetland. Shetland Sparke…. Miss Sparkle!
