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// Chapter 2: Choosing of the Tributes B: Cloudsdale/Appleloosa, and Manehattan 
// Story: The First Equestrian Games. 
// by S. K. RyDer 
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	The Gryphon stepped a pace from her partner. “Anypony else? Good. Let’s get this started.” She slipped her clawed talon around the bowl, mixing the names around. “From the Earthen Stallions: Silver Starr!”

The stallion chuckled to himself, his moustache twitching.

“Earthen mares: Lilly!”

A yellow pony trotted to next to her city’s sheriff. 	

“Pegasus Stallion: Soarin’!”

“WHOO!” The Wonderbolt flew right to the front, hovering above the cheering crowd.

“Pegasus mare: Rapid Fire!”

Another burst of air, and an identical Pegasus hovered next to her brother.

“Unicorn Stallion: Thunder!”

“BOO YEAH!” As if his voice was a tribute to his name, a black stallion loped to the front, his massive muscles twitching. 

“Unicorn Mare: Fire Flinger!”

A burst of flame, and a fire-orange mare materialized at the front. All stepped back.

“Let’s hear it for your tributes, Cloudsdale and Appleloosa!”




The Twins were perched on the stand, next to the now-familiar crowd. 

“How ya doin’ Manehattan!?” 

A deafening roar answered their conjoined greeting. They smiled.

“Brig, would you be as kind as to draw the female names?”

The baby-lavender head nodded, retreating from her brother. “Come up as we call your names.

“Sympathy!”

“Whoo yeah!” The Pegasus started to the front, his golden mane refracting the spotlights.

“Ress!”

“Yehaw!” The crowed allowed the small filly to trot to the front, his chest puffed as far as he could get it.

“Lord Chestnut.”

“Ha hah! In your FACE!” A light brown stallion laughed at the stallion next to him, who had a look of great annoyance.

“Sister?” The stallion looked towards his partner.

“Thanks. Spitfire!”

The crowd gave another deafening roar as the Wonderbolt flew to the front of the stage. Her face was covered with a massive grin, her eyes streaming tears.

“Germaine!”

Another filly started forward, her small white mane billowing in the wind.

“And lastly: Midnight Sky!”

A flash of white, and the Unicorn appeared at the front next to the other five tributes. Her face gave confidence, but her posture said otherwise.