//------------------------------// // Memories, rain, and a plan begins // Story: Romance, Royalty and Revolution // by walkman //------------------------------// Romance, Royalty and Revolution Chapter 1 The first thing that he noticed as he awoke was the feeling of an intense pain in the side of his head. He groaned as he forced his eyes open, then he winced and squinted as the sun stung his eyes, shutting them again he tried to regain the sweet oblivion that was sleep but it was too late, the pain in his head refused to grant him his wish. He reluctantly opened his eyes again and surveyed his surroundings, to discover that he was laid on the edge of a huge bed that was adorned with pristine white bed sheets, pillows, and quilts, well mostly white anyway; he snorted in disgust as he noticed that the bedsheets directly next to him were covered in vomit. He quickly struggled upright and attempted to back away from the offending body fluid which had been ejected mere hours ago. However, this merely resulted in him falling from the edge of the bed to the floor, landing in a heap with a loud unceremonious thud he proceeded to struggle into an upright sitting position. Casting a quick glance around the room, it was simply massive and most ponies would have described it as such, to him however, it was simply normal this had after all been his room for as long as he could remember. It was a room that seemed to only contain two colours, white which covered most of the visible surfaces within the room, and gold which appeared in lines on the panelling around the edges of the room. He stumbled upright and headed towards one of the room’s two doors, whilst trying unsuccessfully to ignore his pounding headache and overwhelming sense of nausea. Using his magic to open the door he stumbled into the on-suite and proceeded to the far side of the white and gold room before collapsing with a heavy sigh within the shower cubicle, using his magic to turn the shower on and to the right heat. He simply sat there in the shower unthinking and unmoving letting the water flow over himself. It was at this point that it hit him. Memories Memories of a day that had changed his life, memories of a day that had started much like any other but that had yet changed his life completely. Memories of the day that made him realize just how pathetic he truly was. Bolting upright like a shot, the headache and nausea from moments ago quickly forgotten; he galloped out of the on-suite and into his room dashing across it as fast as possible; he threw open the balcony doors with his magic and ran onto the balcony. Celestia’s sun was just beginning to rise over the horizon and the balcony’s position high above Canterlot offered a magnificent view of all Equestria. Upon seeing this view most ponies would simply sit and stare out over their beautiful homeland, and maybe give thanks to Celestia for raising the sun and gracing them with yet another beautiful day. This stallion in-particular however, did not stop and stare at the beautiful sunrise he neglected the amazing view, and did not allow the sun’s rays to warm him. Immediately after bursting out onto the balcony he cast his glance wildly around searching for what he needed. Meanwhile inside his head memories were pushing upwards, trying to break free threatening to overwhelm him. In his minds eye he could see the blood, he could hear their screams as they begged for mercy, as they cursed him for his cowardice, as they screamed when the pain became too much for them to bear; he could feel the pain he would never forget the pain. “Celestia damn it! Where is it?” He yelled in frustration, he was certain that he had left it out here. Dashing back inside, he began searching frantically all around the room; he could hear it now in his head, the voice, the voice that he knew would haunt him until the day he died, the voice of the pony that had changed his life forever. It’s your fault that they died, the voice said; we gave you an opportunity to save them but then what did I expect from you, of course you would be stuck up and arrogant, of course you would believe yourself to be better than every other pony, I don’t blame you, its simply how you were raised, you are nothing but a product of this corrupt society. He whimpered, remembering the voice’s owner had been right, he hadn’t cared about his fellow ponies; he had thought himself above them, just because of his blood, well… now he knew better, after what he’d experienced. He reached his forehooves under his bed and almost cried out from joy as he found what he had been searching for. He awkwardly pulled a crate out from under his bed, on the side were the words, “Stalliongrads Finest” using his magic he quickly levitated a bottle out of the already open crate and unscrewed it lifted it to his mouth and downed half the 1litre bottle. In the last moments before the alcohol hit him he wondered how his life had come to this, and if he would end up living the rest of his life unable to even go half an hour without a drink. Then the alcohol hit him and he started feeling tired, and remembered that he couldn’t have had more than a few hours sleep. Yawning he curled up on the floor with his forelegs wrapped around the bottle, holding it tightly, the last thing he heard before sweet oblivion embraced him was the voice of the stallion that had destroyed his life; the final words, well its time to say goodbye, but don’t worry, we’ll meet again once the princesses have received my message, until we meet again prince Blueblood. __________________________________________________________________________________ It was raining heavily that night, but that no longer bothered the mare who stood at the edge of Ponyville; she was beyond caring, she remembered how her life had been ruined when all those months ago that lavender mare in the small village had destroyed her reputation. She had been forced to flee that place without any of her possessions, but that wasn’t the worst of it, not by a long shot. Ever since then she had been left with no place to go, word had somehow travelled ahead of her; so that at every town, village, or even city that she visited, she had been ostracised and called a charlatan, by every pony. It was all because of those two stupid colts and that lavender mare, even in places where before she had been loved, she was now hated; she had even been run out of towns by angry ponies, on multiple occasions, that was what had led her to this. She had tried to move on, to rebuild her reputation, but she was never given the chance, before she knew it she ended up in Hooffield. It was a small city in northern Equestria, where she had put on a performance before; she snorted with indignation and anger as she remembered that the very ponies that had flocked to her shows not too long ago, had chased her out of town. And to make things worse, they ran her into the nearby Everfree Forest; she shivered as she remembered what she had encountered in there. It had been a miracle that she had managed to survive for almost a week in that place; when she had finally emerged from the forest she was battered and exhausted, but she had been able to recognise her location and she knew that she was close to that accursed ponyville, where that lavender mare had ruined the life. The life she had worked so hard to rebuild from the ashes of her childhood, there and then she had decided to take revenge on the mare that had ruined it all. She had no dastardly or elaborate plan for her revenge, she decided that for now she would simply find and confront the lavender mare, and what happened from that point on, was any ponies guess. “No pony is better than Trixie and its time for Trixie to show all of Equestria that.” The mare smiled to herself as she turned to go and find some shelter for the night, in the morning she would find that lavender mare and finish what had been started that day when the Ursa Minor attacked. ________________________________________________________________________ The stallion sighed as he stared out of the back of the wagon and watched as Canterlot slowly dwindled into the distance behind him. “So where to now what’s the next step?” Asked an obviously irritated voice from behind the stallion “C, you know that Mist will tell us sooner or later, so just calm down okay?” “Calm down! You expect me to just calm down after what Mist did back there? After what we did??!!!” “Look, just shut up Cloudy! You knew that Mist had been planning, something like this for years, you could have left at any time; anyway it’s not like we did anything that bad it could’ve been worse so-” “Worse? WORSE?!!!! Silk do you know what we’ve done? In case you didn’t notice, just one month ago we kidnapped a member of the royal family and his friends; then proceeded to kill them in terrible ways, right in front of the prince scarring him for life. Then we even left Blueblood alive, after he had seen our faces, and left him for the royal guards to find.” Cloudy paused to regain his breath, before he resumed his heated exposition of recent events. Mist wasn’t surprised, Cloudy did have asthma after all, “But that isn’t all, oh no!” Cloudy continued, “Last night, just as we were getting ready to get out of the city, since the search for us was finally starting to calm down a little; what does that foal do? He only sneaks into the royal gardens, and then proceeds to steal one of the statues, not only that, do you know which statue he stole?” “Look, just shut up Cloudy! And stop worrying so much, it’s not like Misty didn’t place an illusion spell over the three of us; heck, I bet that even Blueblood wouldn’t be able to recognise us! So it’s not like the guards will recognise us, looking like we do right now. Misty made sure that we looked totally different before we ponyknapped him, and his bucking rich friends, and as for the statue, no pony’s gonna be able to find it! I mean It’s been shrunk and turned invisible, only Misty knows exactly where it is, so stop shouting! It’s only gonna make it harder for you to pull the wagon, you know that you have asthma.” Mist sighed and turned from the now almost invisible Canterlot; he walked to the front of the wagon and jumped down onto the road, “Okay, time to swap. C stop pulling and get in the wagon.” Cloudy grumbled to himself, as he unhitched himself from the wagon and proceeded to grumble as he climbed into the wagon’s driver seat. Mist paid no attention to his twin’s behaviour, since to him, it seemed childish; he hitched himself to the wagon and began moving forward next to Silk. After about fifteen minutes of silent walking, his sister spoke up beside him. “Y’know I may not care what the next stage of the plan is, but it would be nice to know where the hay it is we’re walkin to right now?” The grey unicorn sighed at the question, then he sighed at his sigh, and it took all of his self-control to keep himself from sighing again; life, it just took too much effort sometimes. He didn’t even know why he bothered or even why, but then he remembered, he remembered his foalhood, and he remembered what had happened and why it had happened, and he remembered whose fault it was. He almost couldn’t believe that he had finally begun to implement his plan, Equestria was going to change soon; the princesses would be gone; and so would all of those ponies who like the one’s in Canterlot, thought that they were better than other ponies. They would learn the error of their ways, just like Blueblood had learned. He would also show all of the ponies that lived close to Canterlot, in the centre of Equestria, which thought that their country was a paradise, free of corruption; he would show them, just what life was like in the real Equestria. He would show them, what it was like to grow up in the gang culture of Fillydelphia; he would show them the dark underbelly of Manehatten. He would show them what life was like for all the ponies that were forced to live and die on the streets of Stalliongrad. Yes, there was so much to change and the thought that he would be the one to change it, brought a smile to his face; it would be a revolution and it would bring freedom for everypony! His smile grew wider yes it would … His thoughts of change and revolution were interrupted by his sisters’ voice “Stop smiling to yourself like that Mist, it’s creepy!” He managed to cancel his widening smile, and return his face to relative normality. “Home,” He said simply, in response to his sisters’ earlier question, “Home? What home? We don’t have a home!” “He means Fillydelphia,” Said Cloudy from his place in the drivers’ seat, behind them. “You wouldn’t remember that place since you were so young when we left, but it’s the place where you were born; we didn’t always live on the road you know, we used to have a family.” Cloudy’s voice grew more hushed on that last word. “I know that, I was born there you bucking foal! And I know that we used to have a happy family, yadda, yadda, yadda, you two are always talking about mum, dad and that orphaned filly that they adopted; whatever, it’s in the past now, they’re all dead.” “Be quiet you two, I’m thinking and don’t call her an orphan. Her name is Trixie, and she isn’t dead!” At least I hope that you aren’t T, I hope that your out there somewhere, maybe someday we’ll be able to meet again; Mist thought to himself as he walked down the road.