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Utaan - Imploding Colon



Rainbow Dash endures many trials to reach the edge of the world.

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A Toast to Our Professor

The Talon circled and circled overhead.

Down below—the cliffsides of Frostknife were filled with ponies, soldiers, citizens, magistrates, and Rohbreddenites from all trots of life. They stood in thick clusters, facing a temporary stage that had been set up right outside the gates to the Frosted Shelves.

There, Chandler stood... clad in his bulky armor. He gestured towards the gathered crowd, speaking bombastically so that his voice echoed across the upper heights of Frostknife.

"...and while our beloved Queen's body wastes away in our hold, her legacy shall never deteriorate! We can preserve her through our love and our devotion—every single day—rebuilding Rohbredden from the ashes of the wraiths that the Monster from the West so maliciously freed. So long as Verlaxion's foals are coexisting with one another... trusting and relying on one another... we shall make it through these undesirable tribulations! The Tribes of this land shall endure! And we will build a better nation for our children to thrive in—a land that will one day be free of the Blight that has recently consumed us through fear, distrust, and greed!"

Professor Mane shuffled through the crowd. After giving the Defense Minister an exasperated look, he nevertheless whipped out his camera and started taking photographs.

Seraphimus stood tall and silent beside Chandler's stage. As the executive stallion spoke and pontificated, she stared off into frigid space, deadpan.

"But we also owe it to our Great Unifier to eliminate the one remaining threat that's responsible for the most unforgiveable crime of this age!" Chandler frowned as we spoke. "I set out now to hunt the Rainbow Rogue. Wherever she may be hiding... and whatever company she may be poisoning with her wretched Blight—it will matter little in the long run. Her strength is a feeble one when compared to the everlasting love and honor of the foals of Verlaxion! Today—and from henceforth—your finest soldiers and I shall prove beyond the shadow of a doubt that we have something great to believe in! The divinity of our fallen monarch shall reign supreme, and I will use the faith Verlaxion's shown in me—and in all of us—to eliminate the Monster once and for all. And it is my promise to each and every one of you... that I shall not return to Frostknife unless I do so while carrying the Rainbow Rogue's head on a pike!"

Those in attendance clapped and stomped their hooves against the stone surfaces of the platform. In mid-flight, Keris and the other members of the Talon exchanged tense glances.

Seraphimus took a deep breath. Her armored knuckles tightened.

"So... for now, I wish you peace and serenity," Brye Chandler said. "The wrath of Rohbredden leaves Frostknife with me... and it is a vengeful spirit that even the Rainbow Rogue hasn't a chance to survive." He bowed low. "Verlaxion's blessings."

The crowd echoed the sentiment back. Hundreds if not thousands of sets of hooves and talons performed an identical gesture while a cold silence hung over their somber expressions.

At last—with Seraphimus' help—Chandler stepped down by the stage. "Thank you, soldier," he said to the griffon. Awkwardly—in his rattling armor—he brushed by Hymnos. "Grand Magistrate. Is there anything that you require of me before I take my leave?"

"Professor Mane and his Order have us situated in the recovery front, Defense Minister," Hymnos said with a gentle smile. "You have the Talon assisting you, along with the finest soldiers of the Central Guard. I would wish you Verlaxion's blessings... but it would appear that you have the full extent of it." A slight bow. "As do we."

"Then it is settled." Chandler stood tall, then saluted her. "I... would like to thank you and the Council for this opportunity."

"The one whom you need to be thanking," Hymnos gravely said, "Is exactly whom you seek to avenge." Her eyes narrowed. "Now go and do so. For all of her children."

"Your chariot is this way, Defense Minister," Seraphimus said.

"Thank you, dear." And Chandler marched off towards the pegasus-drawn vehicle in question.

Just as Seraphimus started to follow him—

"Seraphimus."

The former commander looked aside.

Hymnos stared directly at her. "I just... want you to know that..." She gulped. "...if the Council had willed it... it would be you seated in that chariot right now."

Seraphimus barely blinked. "We've all had our chances, Grand Magistrate." A bow... and she was gone.

Hymnos watched quietly.

Chandler mounted the chariot. Seraphimus hovered beside him, raised her talon... then pointed sharply east.

Two soldiers blew trumpets, sounding forth a loud signal in the air. The air rumbled with artificial thunder as every winged soldier in armor flapped their wings at once. Then—with glinting grace—the batallions of the Central Guard dove off the platform and streaked their way east over the neighboring cliffs. Led by Seraphimus and escorted by the Talon, the army churned the cloudy skies, forming a grand charge.

Gradually, the gathered crowd split up... returning to their recovery duties.

Professor Theanim Mane shuffled up until he stood next to Grand Magistrate Hymnos. He adjusted the lens of his camera... and took two shots of the advancing army.

"Look at them," Hymnos remarked. "Positively majestic, aren't they, Professor?"

Theanim sighed, lowering his commander. "There is plenty of majesty to be had, Grand Magistrate. Not all of it is in bloodshed."

Hymnos turned to look at him. "You do not believe that extinguishing the life of she who murdered our Queen will bring forth glory?"

Theanim bit his lip.

"... ... ...Professor?"

"I... am a firm believer that the only thing we must find glory in... is the extension of life." He gulped. "Now more than ever."

"Hmmm... curious." Hymnos managed a smile. "A stallion of science such as yourself never struck me as much of a believer."

Theanim opened his muzzle to respond. Suddenly—a flash of color entered his vision. He looked aside, blinking.

Before him, a yellow butterfly flitted about in the air. The inexplicable insectoid survivor eventually perched on a chunk of stone. It spread its amber wings... contrasting the gray malaise and devastation that the windigoes had left so prominently in the background.

Theanim Mane couldn't help it. He smiled. "Finding beauty in a world of so many mistakes... just might make a believer out of anypony," he said. In the next breath, the Professor hunched over, aiming the camera at the creature. "Mmmmm... that's it." His teeth showed. "I could just kiss you."

Click.

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