//------------------------------// // Meeting // Story: Today We Summon Unity! // by Chemtest //------------------------------// “You know, when Twilight told me there was a band warriors led by a violent leader, I didn’t believe her.” Harry smiles, “Is that what she truly thinks?” Celestia nods, “Oh yes, although she would never say it to your face. Twilight is shy like that. She is, after all, a citizen who has never seen anything other than peace and happiness.” Atreyos nods, “Yes. Your people are weak without warfare to harden them. You are different, I take?” Celestia nods once more, “Oh yes, my father raised me in a way that taught me how rough the world would be. Dumped me out in the wild with Luna and said he would only ever intervene if we were about to die. He had to intervene a few times.” Atreyos smiles, “Sounds very Spearton.” Celestia looks over at him, “And I partake that you are proud of that?” Joseph nods, “We are all proud of our culture. Children never grow weak, and men never grow lazy.” Robin smiles, “Yes, and our culture would allow us to crush your people. Warrior culture is a very powerful idea.” Celestia smiles, “I understand. Peace is a foreign concept, isn’t it? You come from a place where you are born to die, and raised to protect your culture with a burning passion. So a changeling stealing one of your own would cause you to take the most logical step. War.” Harry nods, “Yes, Celestia, war. Realize that all we ever wanted to do was reclaim myself, and we never meant to kill their entire race.” Celestia nods, “I understand that, but I’m afraid the Changlings won’t.” Atreyos leans forward, “You said we killed all of them!” Celestia shakes her head, “Oh, no, I would never think that. You committed genocide against the Changeling race, yes. But that was only because you completely wiped out the Green Hive, who had less than a thousand strong anyway. The Red, Blue, and Brown Hives shall seek revenge for the wiping out of their fellows, and I will not offer your asylum within my nation.” Robin leans back, “You won’t?! You said you understood!” Celestia nods, “I understand, but I cannot agree. For the extinction of the Green Hive, I banish you on penalty of death!” Atreyos shouts back, “Wait!” He takes off his bag, “We didn’t kill all of them.” Celestia looks at him, “What?” He takes the changeling foal from his bag, and puts it on the table, “Asta. The Queen asked us to take care of her, and we agreed.” Celestia looks at the foal as it scrambles to stand on the table, “A Green Queen? So the Hive can come back after all.” Atreyos smiles, “So, I take it we aren’t banished anymore?” Celestia looks at him, “I cannot simply allow you to stay.” Atreyos loses his smile, “Is there anything we can do?” Celestia sighs, “Well, there is one thing. Ponies in towns on Equestria’s southern border have been disappearing without a trace. If you can find out what is doing it, and stop them, then you shall be allowed to stay.” Harry nods, “Then we shall hunt the one responsible.” ——— Hooves clack against the chitin floor, walking to a central room. Queen Messorem of the Red Hive sits there, a blade laying at her hooves, “These warriors killed Chrysalis! We must extract our revenge!” King Nullam of the Blue Hive snaps back, “She was planning to attack Canterlot, her demise was expected. Do not say you can truly support her plan to steal love from the ponies?” King Laevus of the Brown Hive nods, “Nullam is right! Chrysalis was a warmonger who risked her Hive in a dumb maneuver! Her loss is a great one, yes, but we must see this from their perspective. I will no longer stay in a Moot that demands me to support her rash actions. Good day, Messorem.” He teleports out of there, and Nullam nods, “I’m sorry, sister, but he is right.” The approaching hooves push open the door to the meeting room right as Nullam leaves. A handsome, yet scratchy voice laughs, “Hello there, Messorem.” She looks at the door and sees a squad of ponies with glowing blue eyes. In front of them stands a true monstrosity. His once white fur is now gone, leaving rotting skin on the outside. His wings and horn are white, but have strands of black running through them. His bright blue eyes shine with the confidence of the past, with a black pupil showing the dark power that now fills him. Golden hair is combed over his head, and the same gold sprouts in a short tail. His compass rose mark now has a pure black outline against his skin. His teeth shine in comparison to the rest of him. Most of his body is covered in a gold coated cloak, and a crown sits on his head. What stands out the most is the glowing blue necklace that he wears upon his neck. Messorem backs up, “What the hell are you!?” The rotting alicorn smiles, “I, my dear, am King Blueblood. King of the Enclave, Rightful King of Equestria, Leader of the Revolution, Destroyer of Equis, Servent to Zalgo, and Element of Greed.” His necklace’s glow starts to get brighter, “You are my servant, and your Hive is my army.” Messorem’s eyes are overcome with a bright blue glow, and she starts to claw at her face. She eventually falls before Blueblood, and bows, “I serve you.” He smiles, “Perfect.” He looks to the side, “Brutus!” The Spearton walks up, his eyes glaring at him, “What?” Blueblood nods, “Be a dear-“ He punches Blueblood, “Do not call me a ‘dear’, Blueblood!” Blueblood stands back up, “Fine then, no need to be so sensitive! Take your new army and go raid a few towns, please. I’m sure that will get the attention of your rival, Atreyos, was it?” Brutus nods, “Very well then.”