New Fic Teaser · 3:58pm Nov 25th, 2020
There was a change in the air when Twilight returned. In the ten thousand or so years she had been away, the ancient city of Canterlot had been remade as a glass sculpture. High rises, single pieces of seamless glass, scattered sunlight along the solar panel rooftops and cut long shadows into the downtown core. Snaking between the buildings was a dense monorail system powered by crystals in the tracks.
The castle was no longer the tallest building in town, Twilight noted with a hint of disappointment.
But she couldn't begrudge change. She had changed, too. Her wings were noticeably larger, a side affect of all the flying she'd been doing this past millennia. She carried herself with the courage of a diplomat and the confidence of a trained killer. It showed in her shoulders and her chin.
A single-sided saddlebag enchanted to hold everything she needed and nothing she wanted. A rifle, its barrel and stock collapsed and stuffed in a canvas bag, hung on the other side, balancing the weight out.
A thick scar ran along one side of her neck where, a few decades ago, a pony disguised as a monk had held a knife to her throat, trying to get at her saddlebag. A long, uninterrupted line of jet-black Zebrican tattoos snaked up her left foreleg all the way to her neck. She wore a hood, which obscured most of her face.
The guards at the gated entrance to Canterlot called out as she approached, “Please have your papers ready.”
“I used to live here a long time ago,” Twilight replied. “But I’m afraid I don’t have any papers.”
“Everyone’s got papers,” the guard replied. “Show us what you have or we won’t be able to let you in.”
Twillight pulled the hood aside. The guards' eyes went wide. Their hooves tightened around their spears.
At the base of Twilight's horn was a mass of scar tissue, a brand thousands of years old in the shape of a vertically-oriented slit eye. As she lit up her horn, the scar ripped--no, blinked open. A third eye rolled in its socket independent of the other two before falling with immense gravity on the guards.
“Tell me,” Twilight said, her voice still pleasant but now charged with energy, “What gives you that idea?”
So Twi's got a third eye now (amongst all that other stuff), huh?
Now I'm curious as to just how all that came to be, and I look forward to reading it.
Sounds interesting. Can't wait to read it!