• Published 21st Jul 2016
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Anthology of Equinity - Sollace



Lots of stories, lots of little stories, big stories, thin stories, all kinds of stories! This is simply a collection of all my ideas that never make it to a full page, or simply aren't long enough to stand on their own.

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Fire

What was it that made the flames so enchanting? Was it the light? How they flickered and danced, like a beautiful ballet of brilliant bright light.

Or was it the sound? That sharp crackling, the soft click, clack, crack, of it consuming its unsuspecting pray.

Or maybe it was the danger. Fire, the forever obedient slave, once the master of nature, and the unrelenting cleaner of all, bent to ponies’ will to do their bidding.

It played well, but it didn’t play nice. No, given the first chance fire would come back on you, to bite the hand that feeds it, so to speak.

Maybe it was a mixture of all of those things that drew ponies towards its oh-so alluring embrace, or none of them.

Twilight Sparkle, a foal barely old enough to reach the lowest shelf, stood in a quietened awe. Her mouth opened, a silent word on her mouth unuttered, and her eyes sparkled, shimmering in the dancing soft light.

Shining Armour shifted uncomfortably beside her. He breathed deeply, taking his sister’s hoof in his own as he pulled her away, and turned their backs to the flames.

In the dead of this night, only one sentence was uttered, their meaning solemn.

“Come, Twili,” he said, barely a whisper. “It looks like school might be cancelled...”

Twilight’s ears drooped slightly. She glanced back, staring at the school, a forlorn look on her face to tell the story. She was disappointed.

Maybe next time she’ll burn something bigger.

Author's Note:

Wew

That one got stuck in the pipe line. It feels sooo much better to have it out of my system, I'll tell you what.