Of all of the ponies that could have been chosen to be a pioneer among the humans, Perique Blend was the least likely choice--amateur poet, tobacconist, former farmfilly. She didn't ask to leave. It wasn't her choice.
It's been a decade since anyone saw her, a decade without any contact between Perique and home. Until out of the blue, Princess Twilight Sparkle finds a letter addressed to her on her doorstep with part of an old manuscript inside and absolutely no explanation.
These are the Lost Verses.
Art by Huussii.
Tags added as story progresses/poems are added/interludes happen.
This is Not For You
Chapters (4)
No, no it is not. But I'm sure it's still amazing.
Oh my god.
Oh, damn. This is the same cover I used for a story of my own. Thus brings back memories.
Onto the pile it goes!
Very cryptic...
You leave the Mystery tag well defined.
With all purpose and intent,
One can wonder...
Is it just me, or does the indentation on the unicorn poem keep shifting ever slowly towards the left?
I really like the additional story told within the A/N.
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Yes
no
in which reckoningTo both
i think this is for you, Cynewulf, and you already knew that. i can't wait to read it. :)
Ah, but there is at least one Antean left in Equestria!
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Um, if this is the same Perique, I have two comments. First, tag this as a sequel. Second, talk about a recovery!
8018754 haha nah. This Perique is a mare and is actually the pony in my avatar. Both are named after what I contend is the most American consumable.
for the record on the humanity of killing: I would agree more with you than with the other fellow. Sam would be torn. She's lived a hard life but she's not violent when she's sane and doesn't have to be.
8019205 Ah, I see, thank you. I was wondering how a crippled farm-pony ended up on Earth.
I really like the flavor you give the three tribes here. It might not be meant for me, but I don't really care. A little like a unicorn, greedy am I.
This intrigues me... even though mobile scrambles many of the poems!
Three things remain to us now: faith, hope, and love.
But the greatest of these is love.