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// Chapter 7: Treachery at it's Finest 
// Story: A World of Madness 
// by Visharo 
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Pony Perspective: Holy Beacon(Original Character-Me)
Faction: Celestia's Promise
Year 3 WT

I stood at the podium, looking down at the faithful below me. I started this. This chapel. This religion. The true faith.

"Together, we are gathered. Together, we will chant. Together, we will believe. We are..?"

"CELESTIA'S PROMISE!"


3 years earlier


I smacked my head onto my desk. I groaned, today was boring. Nothing ever happens here, all the good stuff happens in Ponyville or Canterlot. Fillydelphia is pretty silent. I thumped my head on the desk again.

"Oh my, whatever is the matter?" a regal voice questioned from behind me. I whirled around almost falling off of my chair. Then I did fall off my chair when I found out who it was.

"P-princess Celestia!" I bowed as deeply as I could, ignoring the pain in my side from when I fell off my chair, "you honor me! What can I do for you?"

"I hear that you worship me? Is this rumor correct? There is no need to be frightened, you can tell me." 

"U-umm...yes, Your Highness," my internal pony was bouncing around, squeeing so hard it hurt. I told him to shut up. He didn't listen.

"Good. Now I've got a task for you, a holy crusade if you will. I want you to..."


Back to the present


I led the Promises out of the chapel, weapons held high. Holy war chants filled the streets as we marched through them. I felt a loose tear slide across my cheek. I lead the ponies over to Rocky Square, created by Limestone Pie. There we met three other groups, other chapels. I, and the other chapel leaders, nodded to each other and spoke in unison to the ponies below.

"As Her promise fills out hearts, we give our devotion back. Today is the day we strike! Today is the day, war truly begins!"

A resounding cheer shook the square. Then it fell silent, one by one, the ponies started kneeling. I turned to look behind me and saw the Goddess.

"Your Highness," I kneeled down, my red mane fell over my equally red eyes. My white coat was bristling with excitement, we were finally prepared to kill everypony for the faith.

"All of you have done well, now it is time. Follow me, my faithful subjects. War awaits us," the world turned white as we were teleported away.

Away from everything we knew.