Blessings And Curses
The door to his room wasn’t locked. When Flash Sentry opened it, Greyhoof was sitting on the edge of his bed, his hindhooves dangling above the floor like those of a young colt. Flash couldn’t help but grin.
Greyhoof looked up, a wistful smile on his grizzled muzzle. “Well, sire?”
Trotting over to the closet, Flash removed his helmet and placed it back over its stand within the wardrobe. “A well is a hole in the ground, Greyhoof.”
Greyhoof chuckled. “Well, Sir Flash Sentry, for you to have responded so cheekily, I should expect that things went… alright, yes?”
Flash turned around and began removing his armor, starting with the shoulder-guards. “You could say that, Greyhoof.”
Carefully getting down from the bed, groaning as his old joints protested against his weight, Greyhoof replied, “I could, Flash. But I’ll be honest. You’re far more cheerful than I’d expected, so please forgive my curiosity.”
Hanging up his shoulder-guards, Flash moved onto his chestplate. “Well, the Captain was far from happy with me. He didn’t exactly hold anything back.”
Greyhoof joined Flash, despite his old bones’ protests. “I see. Here,” he said, putting a forehoof on his chestplate, “let me get that for you, sire.”
“No, it’s alright, Greyhoof. I’ve got it,” Flash assured. I might have let you help me earlier when I thought this was going to be the last time I’d see you, but now that that isn’t the case, I won’t be having you strain yourself.
Greyhoof sat down on his haunches, sighing. “And independent as ever. So I assume he did not strip you of your rank?”
Grunting as he pulled off his chestplate, Flash shook his head. “No. He did not demote me, suspend me, or fire me. Nor did he send me to the gallows, though he probably wanted to.”
Greyhoof tapped his chin. “Hmm… Flash, do you believe in curses?”
Flash did a double-take. “Curses?”
“Yes, sire. Curses. Jinxes, omens, broken mirrors, that sort of thing.”
“From what I know about magic, curses aren’t real,” Flash said as he removed his noble-blue saddle blanket and began to fold it. “At least, that’s what I was taught.”
While both stallions would never know the gift of unicorn magic, part of the compulsory Equestrian education in civics was an examination of the strengths of each race. Although unicorns were powerful—even those who were not of the noble class were gifted in some form of magic, usually artistically—there were some limitations to their magic. Flash Sentry may not have been the brightest pupil, but he had absorbed the lessons on tribal differences and history quite well.
“Ah. Forgive me. It has been far too long since this old stallion has set hoof inside a classroom,” Greyhoof said with a slight laugh. “But the reason I ask is that, while I don’t want to jinx anything, dear boy, I am perplexed as to why you’ve been on the receiving end of mercy from…” He shuddered. “Ironhoof.”
Turning around, Flash sighed and glanced at his hooves a moment before looking up. “I don’t really understand why, but… Princess Celestia told Captain Ironhoof to.” He paused, glancing away in shame.
“The Princess did that?” Greyhoof asked, sounding incredulous.
Flash nodded, glancing past his window. The sun blazed brilliantly in the skyline, casting radiant, life-giving light to all those below. It was a beautiful day. It would have been a great one to have been his last.
The gentle placement of a forehoof on his shoulder prompted Flash Sentry to look back over. Greyhoof patted his shoulder and smiled, a bit of wonder shining in his old, tired eyes. “You should go and thank her, Flash.”
“I will,” he assured, giving him a nod. Greyhoof patted his shoulder again in reply, then withdrew his forehoof. Flash grinned and resumed removing his armor, piece by piece, then hung it in the closet.
Making no motion to halt the stubborn stallion, Greyhoof rested on his haunches again, his joints audibly protesting beneath his suit. Flash heard this, but said nothing. A thin blanket of silence settled between them again, as warm and welcome as the sunshine.
Then, another question drew Flash into a pause. “So… Sir Flash Sentry, if you haven’t been suspended, why are you removing your armor? If I may ask, of course.”
You may always ask, Greyhoof. It’s nice to have somepony who would want to ask.
Flash turned around again, leaning against a wall as he removed one of the iron horseshoes. Between grunts of effort, he said, “Ironhoof—nggh—wanted me to—urgh—take the day off. Says it’s ‘good for me.’” Flash scowled as he put one horseshoe back, then set to work on the other.
“Good for you?” Greyhoof raised an eyebrow. “Who shall guard our beautiful Princesses then?”
Flash chuckled and shook his head, a hint of a blush gracing his cheeks. “Greyhoof, please. You’re flattering me. Everypony shall be fine.”
Standing up, Greyhoof replied with a hint of indignation, “Sire, I may be a lot of things, but I am no liar.”
Flash paused, raising an eyebrow of his own.
“I mean what I say, Sir Flash Sentry. You are a damn fine guard.”
The last horseshoe almost clattered to the floor. Greyhoof never swore.
“Here, let me get that for you, sire,” the servant insisted, leaning down to pick up the fallen shoe. Before Flash Sentry could object, Greyhoof scooped it up and put it back inside the wardrobe. “There we are.”
“Greyhoof,” Flash said, a bit of fluster in his voice, “everything will be fine. I am just one guard, you know. And besides… Princess Twilight is taking the day off as well.”
“Well, things are certainly not fine,” Greyhoof said with a huff as he headed back towards the door, “but my voice has no weight anyway. Though…” He glanced over his shoulder, confusion on his muzzle. “I am surprised both yourself and the Princess are free of duty today, sire. Coincidence?”
Flash shrugged. “Greyhoof, after yesterday, I would be more surprised if she didn’t take a rest.”
“A rest. Is that what they call it nowadays?” Greyhoof smirked.
This time, Flash was not so quick to grab the reins on his rebellious wings. They unfurled themselves and began to extend, much to his humiliation. A furnace of crimson sprouted across his cheeks, mingling with the tangerine and creating a blaze of its own. “Greyhoof!”
Laughing into a forehoof, Greyhoof mused, “Forgive me, sire. I must say…” Taking a breath to calm himself, he continued more seriously, “I am very surprised and grateful to see that I will still have the honor of being your servant. Please forgive my wantonness, sire.” He bowed.
Forcing his wings down to his sides, Flash trotted over and placed a forehoof on Greyhoof’s shoulder this time. “No, it’s alright, Greyhoof. Sorry. And,” he said, wincing as he looked away, “I’m sorry for how I acted this morning.”
Greyhoof smiled and gently pushed his forehoof away. “Think nothing of it, Flash. There is nothing to be forgiven.”
Flash just smiled back, grateful in more ways than one.
“So…” With another playful smirk, Greyhoof asked, “How will Sir Flash Sentry be spending his day off?”
“I’m not sure,” Flash admitted, rubbing the back of his neck with a forehoof. “Honestly, I was just planning on going back to bed.”
Greyhoof’s smile fell. “Ah. Well… The day is yours to use or waste, sire. Though,” he began as he rose up, “if I were you, dear boy, I would not waste such fortune.”
“And what would you do?” Flash challenged.
Greyhoof laughed heartily, smacking his belly with a forehoof. “Sire, one of these days, when the skies are a bit brighter, I shall tell you of my colthood days. Then maybe you’ll have an idea of what I would do in your hooves.”
Joining him in laughter, Flash Sentry could only shake his head at the absurdity of it all. Less than an hour ago, he was convinced that he was marching to his fate, ready to have the last five years of his life thrown away with some choice words from Captain Ironhoof.
Now, here he was: reprimanded but still standing, an entire day of possibility before him. Somehow, as he laughed near the door with Greyhoof, the moment seemed more than just a moment—heavy with possibility, opportunity, and meaning.
For the first time in a long time, Flash Sentry felt at peace, and stronger than the armor he’d tucked away.
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“Celestia, are you sure?”
Princess Twilight sat on one of the large velvet pillows strewn about the floor of Princess Celestia’s private quarters. She chose one near the fireplace, letting the flickering flames warm a chill in her bones that no thermometer could measure.
Princess Celestia, who was relaxing on a similar (albeit larger) pillow near her favorite former student, nodded. A warm smile graced her muzzle, though there was a hint of stern finality behind it. “Yes, Twilight. Luna has agreed to take care of the first half of your Royal Court, and I will fill in for the latter. Please just try and relax today.”
“And I’m very grateful,” Twilight said, illuminating her horn as she brought a cup of piping tea towards her, “but I don’t want you to worry. I know yesterday was… a rare occurrence,” she added, flinching a little bit on yesterday. “I know that something like that probably won’t happen again.”
Celestia furrowed her brow. “No, Twilight. It will not.”
Twilight sipped at her tea. “Celestia… what shall we do with him?”
Celestia sighed and levitated a cup of her own tea towards her. “Per our laws, we must charge him officially before the Royal Court within forty-eight hours. After that, it can take anywhere from one week to several to schedule an appropriate hearing and trial, in which you, Luna, and I shall hear testimony from the accused—”
Twilight put down her teacup, frowning. “No… forgive me. I was not meaning—”
“Forgive me, Twilight,” Celestia said, sighing. She, too, put down her drink. “I did not mean to patronize you. Of course you are well-versed in Equestrian law.”
“No, it’s alright.” Twilight shifted her weight on the pillow, tension springing through her shoulders. “I mean… It has been ages since somepony has done something like this, hasn’t it?”
Celestia nodded. “Indeed, Twilight. It has.”
Sighing, Celestia rose to her hooves and strode towards the balcony's open window. Twilight joined her afterwards. The two alicorns were silent for a few moments, looking down from Canterlot Castle on high towards the capital city below and Mount Canterlot in the distance.
Celestia draped a wing over Twilight’s shoulder. “What happened yesterday has troubled me greatly. The pure rage in Orion’s voice that you told me about… the way he so quickly sprung against you and the Royal Guard…” She shook her head.
Twilight leaned into her wing and nodded, relishing the comforting warmth of her mentor. “I know. I just… It troubles me, too,” she said quietly, a shudder passing down her spine.
Celestia leaned in closer to Twilight. She opened her mouth to reply when a loud knock at the door cut her thoughts short. Withdrawing her wing, she looked down at Twilight, who nodded.
“A moment, please,” Princess Celestia called out, pivoting on her hooves and trotting towards the door. When she was a few feet away, she sparked her horn and unlocked the great, heavy door, then opened it.
In the threshold was Night Watch, one of her personal guards. “Your Highness,” the unicorn stallion said with a low, gracious bow, “there is somepony who would like to speak to you.”
“Oh?” Celestia released her magical grip, allowing the doors to stay open. “I am not expecting any visitors, Night Watch. Who is it?”
“It is Sir Flash Sentry,” Night Watch said.
At the mention of his name, Twilight looked away from the window and folded her wings against her sides.
“I see. Where is he?” Princess Celestia asked.
Night Watch looked up at his Princess. “He is in the hallway, Your Highness. Shall I send him away?”
“No, I shall speak to him.” Glancing over her shoulder, Celestia said to the smaller alicorn, “I will be back in a few minutes, Twilight.”
Twilight nodded, unfurling and folding her wings back as she looked back to the horizon.
Night Watch stepped aside and bowed his head as Princess Celestia passed him, closing the doors with her magic. “Please stand by until I return, Night Watch,” she said, setting her hooves towards the corridors.
“Yes, Your Highness,” Night Watch said, rising to observe the corridor once his Princess’s hoof-steps died down to a steady silence in the distance.
Down the corridor to her personal chambers were a series of spiraling, twisting hallways. Each one led either to the private quarters of one of the four Princesses or Prince Blueblood. In the middle of this was a sort of epicenter, where various Royal Guards patrolled, halting anypony who tried to follow any of the pathways.
In this epicenter, Flash Sentry waited, naked of his armor but looking rather professional still. Princess Celestia acknowledged him with a smile as she approached. Seeing this, Flash Sentry bowed deeply, lowering his body to the floor.
“Your Highness,” Flash said, gluing his eyes to the red carpet.
“Flash Sentry. Welcome,” Princess Celestia said.
From the peripherals of his pupils, he saw her flick her mane. He rose accordingly. “Thank you, Princess.”
“You’re welcome,” she said, standing tall before him. She smiled warmly down at her Royal Guard, choosing not to inquire about his lack of armor. It would be a mere tongue exercise, nothing more. And though she knew what he would reply, she asked, “To what do I owe this visit, Flash Sentry?”
“I…” Flash swallowed, cursing the tightness in his throat. I want to thank you for... saving my job? For not sending me to the dungeons? I want you to thank you for… for letting me do what I did…
Because… you must… you must know…
Cursing himself, Flash cleared his throat and coughed into a forehoof, buying himself precious seconds beneath the steely gaze of the Princess. “I… I just wanted to say… thank you, Your Highness.”
Despite his slight stammer, he was far more eloquent than he would have been in the presence of another alicorn. For that, he was more than grateful, silently thanking all the lucky stars in his bare sky.
Princess Celestia smiled warmly. “You are welcome, Flash. You are an excellent Royal Guard, and it would hurt to see you leave.”
At this, several nearby Royal Guards clenched their teeth and clutched their spears a bit tighter, but Flash paid them no mind. Praise was a bitter poison at worst, a numbing salve at best.
“Thank you, Your Highness,” Flash said, bowing again.
Princess Celestia chuckled. “You’re welcome, Flash. Is there anything else I can do for you?”
Shaking his muzzle as he rose, Flash replied, “No, but thank you, Princess.”
“You’re welcome.” As she turned around, Princess Celestia added with a wink, “Enjoy your day off, Flash Sentry.”
“Thank you, Princess,” Flash said, bowing low again. If it weren’t for you, I’d have all the days off in Equestria to enjoy.
I’m not sure yet if that is a blessing or a curse.
Flash Sentry waited until her hoof-steps became mere, distant echoes in the tangled mess of corridors. Then, and only then, he rose to his hooves, dodging the suspicious gazes of his fellow Royal Guards. Without a word, he turned towards the stairwells, lighter on his hooves due to the absence of his armor.
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Princess Celestia was about halfway back to her chambers when she heard it. The unzipping of a zipper, though there was not one garment to be found here.
Spinning around, she groaned as a figure, draconic and equine both in twisted ways that defied the laws of Nature itself, clawed its way from the fabric of reality behind her.
Made of ten merry animals, and wearing a sly grin that could elicit a laugh from the most stone-faced Royal Guard, her visitor nonetheless failed to bring a smile to her muzzle.
“Discord,” she said flatly, a greeting only in appearance.
Discord’s eagle claw was the first to pop into existence behind the veil of the everything-nothing, followed by his lion paw, then his lithe body. His pair of pathetic wings pulled through the void, then his dragon claw and Buffalo hoof. Once his tail poked through while he stepped into the corridor, Princess Celestia contemplated leaving the hallway at once.
Despite her brewing hatred for the demon who appeared before her, Princess Celestia had manners. “Discord,” she said again when his terrible visage exited from that side of reality to this one.
“Ah, Celestia,” Discord said with a bow, zipping the fabric of reality shut. “It is so good to see you again.” He rose up to meet her gaze, his toothy grin spread firmly across his face.
“In the middle of the hallway, Discord?” Celestia huffed. He was most oft taken to appearing randomly in her personal chambers, when not even Twilight or Night Watch gave her company. Those times were the worst.
While she was clever at hiding her contempt for him in the presence of others—especially Twilight and the other Elements of Harmony—alone, Princess Celestia refused to wear her mask for him. If they weren’t in the middle of the corridor now, where Twilight, Night Watch, or another Royal Guard could find her, she wouldn’t have said anything more than his name.
Discord, seemingly oblivious to this, snapped a set of his claws. In an instant, a bouquet of roses appeared in his outstretched lion’s paw. “Somepony looks like they could use some cheering up,” he said with a grin, holding out the flowers to her.
Ignoring them, Celestia merely picked up her hooves.
“Oh, going to be that way, are we?” Discord sighed and snapped his claws again. The roses disappeared, replaced by a bottle of Apple Family whiskey. “Perhaps you need even more of a pick-me-up?”
Celestia said nothing and kept walking, although her steps were slow.
“Come now,” Discord offered, hovering through the air, “this is the best in all of Equestria. The only thing that could’ve made my thousand-year stone nap bearable was this whiskey. Try it.” He floated alongside her, keeping pace with the Princess.
She continued to ignore him.
“Really?” Discord rolled his eyes and face-clawed. In another instant of bright light and brief smoke, the bottle of Applejack Daniel’s was gone.
Discord now wore a cap with two cans of soda strapped to it, complete with a set of drinking straws leading to his muzzle. “Well, fine. If you won’t have a drink, then I will.” He sipped his straws loudly and happily, leaning in close so she could hear.
“Don’t you have something better to do?” Celestia snapped, stopping in her tracks at last.
Discord nudged her in the ribs and winked. “One of these cans has whiskey in it.”
Groaning, Celestia shook her head, her long, flowing mane falling to her shoulders. “Please, Discord. I am not in the mood for your games today.”
“Oh, Celly, do you have to always be so seeeeeerious?” Discord whined. Pouting, the draconequus snapped his claws a fourth time, sending the soda-whiskey-hat back into the realms of the everything-nothing from whence he came.
Turning the corner towards her personal chambers, Celestia said, “I have to be when somepony threatened Twilight’s life just yesterday, taking up hooves against the order.”
“The order?” Discord groaned and rolled his eyes. He rolled his body along with it, twisting and curling his tail and limbs against himself as he made a circle in the air. “Order, order, order. You’re always so boring, dear Celly. Perhaps you’d do better with a bit of chaos?”
She stopped again, shooting daggers at him over her shoulder. “Go away.”
Straightening himself back out, Discord laughed and feigned a yawn. “Maybe I should. You aren’t even faking it today. Forgot to put on your brave face, eh, Celly?”
Celestia bit her lip, a wave of anger washing over her. She stomped at the floor with a forehoof, rounding entirely on him. “I don’t have time for this today, Discord!”
Discord chuckled and snapped his claws. When the smoke cleared, a large clock hung around his neck, its hands made up of a lion’s paw and eagle’s claw. “Well, I have plenty of time here for you, Celestia. Why, it’s not even eight! Plenty of time to grab some breakfast or coffee and wipe that grumpy frown off your face,” he said, a sharp edge in his voice as he glared at her.
Sneering at him, Princess Celestia spun back around and took to her hooves again. Discord hated Night Watch (and vice versa) and, as such, would surely whisk himself back into the background once the stallion came into view. Deciding not to grace him any longer with the benefit of her voice, Celestia stayed silent as she kept walking.
Sighing overdramatically, Discord shook his head. “You really don’t see it yet, do you?”
“See what?” Celestia asked, continuing on. Night Watch was coming into view.
Discord snickered. “Your little visitor back there.”
Celestia slowed her steps. “What do you mean?”
“Your Highness?” Night Watch called as she came into his field of vision, bowing.
“Gotta go,” Discord said coolly, bringing his paw up to his forehead in a mock-salute. He stuck his tongue out and blew a raspberry at Night Watch, who grimaced in response.
In a flash of smoke, Discord wound his way back into the void, leaving Princess Celestia and Night Watch behind in their mundane reality.
Celestia trotted up to her guard. “Thank you, Night Watch. You spoke up just in time.”
“Yes, Your Highness,” Night Watch said as he rose. “I’m not… very fond of him, Your Highness.”
“Neither am I,” Celestia said as she began to open the doors with her magic.
Somewhere, behind the veil of the gap between dimensions, Discord twisted his face into a frown, crossing his arms as he sighed. Collapsing his telescope back into his pocket, he said, “It wasn’t always this way, Celly. You weren’t always this cold.”
It's up! IT'S UP! YES!!! LET THE READING COMMENCE!
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Hope you enjoy!
....Okay, I read through the first two chapters, and was very pleased to see the same level of quality and intrigue in both the story and the interactions between the characters. Right off the bat, I knew this was going to be good... Then I read this third chapter.
... Yeah, suffice it to say, you have my attention. Favourited and tracking!
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YES YES YES! the best story i've read in months and months has a sequel!
YAY!!Its up!Finally!Continue this!All "The Order" lovers unite!
Congrats on getting 600 followers! (I'm probably late with this)
Goddamnit.
As if my own story wasn't progressing slowly enough that blog post today made me totally stop anything even close to being creative -- after all, I had to read this when it went up. And I like it. Fave for following along and because I'm sure that it will be spectacular... more than it already is
Very much like this. Hope we can get some more clear explanation as to why this :"order: exists at all. Just seems to antithetical to ponies.
Also great to see Flash Sentry. I hate it when people hate on him. I mean, yeah, I hated his human character because he was shallow and void of personalty, but who's to say that the pony version of him isn't a good guy? World needs more FlashLight.
You just keep finding new and exciting ways to be awesome, Seedy!
Hmmmm me thinks Celestia tried an equalist approach and after grave personal losses gave up of her own accord just for peace.
That makes me fear for Flash Sentries life, and that Twilight will have parallel experiences to Celestia.
But hopefully unlike Celestia, Twilight will press on, even if she is robbed of her happiness by the coming revolution she can still make sure no one else has to endure that kind of loss. Of not being with the pony they want simply because they weren't of the same caste.
So for once I agree with Discord, we need more Chaos, sure a stronger order will emerge from the chaos but I'm pretty sure the stronger order will have room for chaos of a more amusing sort than the one that's coming.
Also while reading this chapter I thought more on the last one, I'm not so sure Ironhoof's getting Twilight was ever guaranteed even back in the original story, as I bet their royal majesties have the choice in the matter (so long as their Unicorn of course). Ironhoof can feel the challenge presented even if Flash has no chance in the traditional way of things.
Just one hint: a sad story can't, by definition, be a tragedy. And vice versa. One of these tags has to go.
An interesting follow-up, taking large strides in the foreshadowing, eh?
I like how Celestia and Twilight seem to be discussing different ponies at their 'meeting', and how Flash's internal monologue reminds us of his heavy-set opinion against the natural order and his empathy for Greyhoof's standing as an aging stallion with a much-too-big workload.
I'm looking forward to seeing what Discord has to say about Celestia's past and perhaps shed light on the events leading up to the creation of the 'order' you've got here.
Eagerly awaiting the next chapter(s)!
I don't want to read it!
Guess I gotta read it...
I didn't expect the sequel to come out yet. But I'm gonna wait until the story is fully finished before I start reading. That way I don't run into any cliffhangers that leave me upset until the next chapter comes.
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Um, how so? Per the site FAQ, a Tragedy is a story in which a character initiates their own downfall. Couldn't that be a sad thing, or in a sad universe?
Not trying to argue... I'm just confused.
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Hmm?
3700933 Apologies if I sounded harsh; it was not my intention.
This one is a toughie to get, but I'll try my best to explain:
Tragedy: You have character X endure several arduous tasks and many complications as he tries to accomplish Y. Some of the moments of the story are sad. Some are happy. Some are plain adventurous. But this being a tragedy, our hero, X, won't be able to accomplish Y.
Sad: You have character X, who is miserable, depressed and has had many bad things happen to his/her life. This story will detail in brutal agony everything that X is going through and that's all there is to it. There's no space for happiness here. The point of the story is to picture how melancholic X is and to make us readers feel bad for X.
TL;DR: Tragedies can have very sad moments (especially the tragedic event iself). Sadfics are there only to portray that; sadness.
There's a good read about it here (just don't mind Wanderer D's frustration; it is not targeted at you).
If it's as good as The Order, I can't wait to read this! Love the cover art, too; I think it conveys the situation very well.
I can't decide whether to get invested in this. After all, it has a tragedy and a sad tag and to me that only means this'll all end in tears. On the other hand, I loved the first story and this sequel looks to be a promising tale.
Very excited for this sequel! I have my fingers crossed for a new chapters every time I log on!
3700859 Wrong,a story can be both sad and tragic at the same time.it's just how you look at it that makes it seem as though it wouldn't be logical.(I'm just saying so don't get mad).
Aw so far so good,Sounds normal for a story by such as thou Bad_Seed72.
I had a good laugh over Discord almost revealing to Celestia that there is more to Flash and Twilight then she yet realizes. Thanks for this sequel, I love it already. Do you have a general schedule you'll update the story with? Not rushing you, but I would love to know whether to expect like once a week, once a month, whenever you happen to finish, or whatever. Thanks!
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Oh? Really?
Just because you're saying doesn't mean it's true, y'know?
3701528 dude i positive i know what i'm talking about i've done plenty of learning and what not on how things work in story's and everything related so shut up and face the fact a story can be both tragic and sad
oh..and you better get better with your grammar there if you're going to type something then learn how to do it right
3701571 Yeah, because that "argument" is so convincing. The bad writing is just the cherry on top.
And my grammar is the one at fault here. Sure.
3701580 who said this was an argument?i sure as hell didn't that's for sure
3701585 Hence the quotation marks.
3701604 3701604 "Hint,Hint"in a way you are right yes but not every tragedy has to be sad so yeah face the facts."Hint,Hint" i know what i'm talking about and stop trying to show that that is how the story should be made if Bad wants the damn story tags to be tragic and sad and what not then let it be so.it is his story let him decide how it is made i understand where you're getting at but still if he wants help im sure he'll ask
the sequel is here and i love every second of it
btw you should indicate on the summary that this is a sequel for those that haven't read the first story
Edit: never mind I see you already did
Well i'm off i'm going to go do something fun since i have already read the story and go out to hang with my friends :P
3701649 What the fuck are you even talking about? First you tell me that tragedies can be sadfics. Now you're telling me that they can't?! Make up your mind, would you kindly.
Bats can use the tags he wants, yes, but I'm doing him a favor by politely pointing out that he is wrong and by politely telling him why he's wrong, overall increasing his knowledge. Is that so bad? Is liking his work--enough to the point of me caring about it and him--and helping him improve his craft by granting him knowledge such a bad thing?
Even if Bats uses the tags he wants, his story will either be one or another, irregardless of his (or, what seems to be the case, your) wishes. A sadfic can't be a tragedy. A tragedy can't be a sadfic. Period. It would do you good to read the link I posted in a previous comment of mine, in case you didn't.
If you're trying to convince me (and Bats) otherwise, I suggest you start explaining yourself with something more than "trust me, I know what I'm talking about" and "face the facts, I'm right".
Anywho, I don't get why you're so upset by this. This childish tantrum will do nothing to sediment your point further; it'll only serve to make you look like an immature fool. I suggest you change your attitude post haste.
Thank you, thank you, thank you! I loved every word of this. Keep it coming please!
I'm very interested to see more of Celestia's development. She's enforcing an unjust system, but when she interacts with Twilight and Night Watch, she seems just like the kind princess we all know.
I also wonder how this caste system affected the dynamic between the Elements of Harmony in this universe (assuming it's the same Mane Six from the show). Twilight being a princess means she must have learned all about friendship in spite of this obstacle…
3701679 well if you would pay attention you would understand what i'm getting at some tragedy's can be sad and other don't have to be it's as simple as that so shut up and move on with you life
3701689 I did pay attention. Still, you're not making a lick of sense and, to top it off, not backing your claim. Not to mention still being very immature.
Tragedies can have sad moments. They can't be sadfics.
To quote Wanderer D himself:
Again i said that,i said that a tragic can be sad and or not sad it can go either way and if i was immature then you would be to for arguing with whom you think is a child who knows i could be twice your age so stfu and quit arguing like a little kid
Speaking of why am i still arguing over something like this when i could be outside enjoying the afternoon?
Guess i still have that child side in me
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It would do you good to actually use the reply feature. It's there for a reason, y'know?
You're not making sense. Your replies are choppy and lack any logical relevance (not to mention proper punctuation). Your incoherence makes this more entertaining and amusing than actually productive, I'll concede.
I am 24 years old and, honestly, I don't think that age dictates intelligence. I know people who are younger than me and are much more intelligent. Likewise, but reversed, for people older than me. I personally don't think I'm all that smart, but I at least have the decency to back up my claims with factual knowledge, not with "it is so because I said so".
I never said that I thought you were a child as in younger than me. As I stated above, age--up to a certain point--has little link to knowledge and intelligence. Not to mention that, contrary to what you think, arguments are not a childish thing to do. If done properly, at least both parties will end up learning something (which, to me, sounds like a win-win situation). I tried to fulfill my part, but it seems like you're adamant in remaining ignorant. I don't use this term derogatorily, mind you. It is the statement of a fact.
Still, I sincerely hope you have a pleasant afternoon.
No, I'm not being sarcastic.
3701774 Ok there whatever you say
3701787 Let it be known to all that I tried.
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3701815 Ok whatever you say pal
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Actually, GABA is correct.
3701841 Ok i have my thoughts he as his whatever this all just stupid arguing over the dumbest thing hmm well i'. done this is boring imma go hang out with my friends instead of arguing over this bye
3701859 Odin knows I could've been the bigger man. I failed. Totes worth it, though.
So Celly in her quest of maintaining order installed the Caste System as "Natural Order"? ... Natural Order is BULLSHIT! ... sorry for that ...
... Beyond that stupidity I have to say your fics are very good, I will wait for the next chapter
Okay this makes things very interesting.
A while ago I said that I thought the real question of The Order was "What happened to Celestia that made her start the order?" and now I think we are starting to see the beginnings of an answer.
So first let me get this out of my system
IT'S FUKIN DISCORD!!!YES!
Ok now that's done on to the question at the moment.Are we going to have some kind of anti-celestia group or something like that in the future cuz I can totally see that happening?
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You write so much. .-.
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