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// Part 6: The coming together of Species 
// Story: Constantine and the Eternal Night 
// by Jaysteeny 
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Chapter 6: The coming together of Species

The guards worked tirelessly; glad that their queen had ensured the sun didn’t burn at their backs. They were making a golf course, 18 holes, working off drawings downloaded from the internet, as they had no clue what golf was nor how to make a course for it. They were nervous, as the work had to be completed before mid-winter, and competitors and supporters were already arriving. The competitors who had already arrived were the ones who didn’t live right nearby or arrive practically instantly, such as Buffalo, Earth ponies, Dragons, Gryphons and a human. General Golden Shield was overseeing construction, and he conversed with his good friend and fellow general Featherback about the entry from the Pegasus species.
“I’m entering myself of course, because I’m just boss like that.” Golden Shield stated proudly. “Are you going to do the same?”
“No, I’m far too uncoordinated with my hooves to hold one of these clubs, and I have terrible aim.” Answered Featherback ashamedly. “I’ll just get some pony from Cloudsdale to play. I’ve heard some good things about one particular filly.”
“Truth be told, I’m a little apprehensive of these dragons. The full grown ones are too big to compete, and if a young one competes and loses, he might be eaten.” Said doctor whooves worriedly. But that wasn’t what had him worried. He hadn’t gotten a chance to play before, and there was no time to practice before mid-winter in a couple of weeks. “I think Constantine mentioned something called ‘minigolf’, why don’t we give that a try in preparation for the big day?”
“The reason we don’t give it a try is because our friends here may be insulted we are getting practice and they aren’t. Although, I do only have a only a quarter of my forces working on this, and they’ll be done with time to spare at this rate, so why not get a couple of men to set one up, and we’ll invite all of the players up to Canterlot castle for a few practice sessions, or even send plans to some on how to make their own if they’d prefer. Good idea Doctor!” The general had started out sounding pretty negative, but turned it around quite quickly. He whispered something to Featherback, who responded by whistling to the sky. Immediately a pair of gold-clad pegasi arrived, searching for danger, seeing none, they knew it was an errand, and bowed.
“Go up to Canterlot, and tell Constantine to get schematics for a minigolf course, one of you send the plans to any groups who are capable of making it themselves, and don’t live too far away. The other should muster some forces to make one in Canterlot.” Ordered Featherback. They saluted, and flew off.
“Well, now we need to decide if Constantine should get a turn. He has probably done this before, you know.” Golden Shield put forth. He then realised the one thing Featherback forgot. “What if her majesty doesn’t want us building a minigolf course?”
“Oh…Well, I’m glad it isn’t Celestia, otherwise I’d be on the MOOOOON!” Joked Featherback getting up onto his hind legs, getting the strangest feeling that Nightmare moon was behind him right now. “Shield, how bucked am I?”
“YOU MOCK MY SUFFERING?” she boomed to a now shivering Pegasus, Golden Shield hadn’t answered, but had the good sense to get out of the way. He started to giggle, despite only weeks ago receiving a similar treatment.
“P-please m-m-mistress! I’m s-sorry!” He stammered. His lips weren’t as flexible as Golden Shield’s when it came to getting out of the firing line that was The Queen’s voice.
“I believe what he meant, Moony, was that your predecessor would send ponies to the moon for petty reasons, he probably meant no offense to you, only to your tyrant sister.” Only one pony in all of Equestria could talk to her like that and live to tell the tale. True, the doctor did recieve a light flogging whenever he did, but he survived nevertheless. The Queen was beginning to think he liked it.
“IS THIS TRUE FEATHERBACK?” She knew the entire population’s names personally, because it’s good PR.
“Uh…Yes?” He was a bit of a featherbrain too, sometimes. “If what he just said was words that might save me, I’ll go with it.”
“Ma’am! I came to ask permission to build a miniature golf course so that players might practice until the competition day!” yelled a returning and obviously quite exhausted Pegasus. Constantine wasn’t as clever as the doctor, but then again who was, but he was smart enough to keep Featherhead alive just a little bit longer.
“Who sent you?” She asked coolly. The Pegasus was expecting a trap and so followed the orders Constantine gave him.
“General Featherback, ma’am!” He replied. It seemed to work, and he was careful not to let his relief show.
“By all means, build away, and send a scout with schematics to the Diamond Dogs, and another one to Cloudsdale. ATTENTION VISITORS!” She announced, “IN TWO DAYS I SHALL BE HOSTING A SMALL FRIENDLY COMPETITION FOR ALL PLAYERS AND CLAN LEADERS! NO OTHERS MAY COME!” Her message was clear, if the leader of the species was not that species’ competitor, they were still welcome to come, along with the elected player. But what was unclear was whether they were welcome to practice.

(Authors notes) Yes, I changed the formatting, no, I don't care. If you think this is bad, wait until next chapter, when the formatting is made to intentionally irritate. I hope you all appreciate the fact that I'm giving up my Tuesday afternoons to upload these, and a bit of forewarning: I'm going to have some trouble uploading over my Easter Holidays coming up soon. In short: Over the Easter Holidays there will be no new chapters. And as always, GOODBYE, PEOPLEZ!