I know those eyes, but this Stallion is Dead
Albert was actually surprised by how easy it was to find The Count’s place of residence.
A great, big mansion on top a hill, surrounded by greenery, and on the outskirts of town. He had asked his friends, and teacher if it would be alright if all of them went to The Count’s estate, and dined with him that morning. None of them objected, given they wanted to show they appreciated their helper’s gracious hospitality. Especially considering he saved their professor, Albert, and Sandbar, it was the least they could do. And naturally, some of them were quite taken by the grandeur of the estate. “Holy sideburns of grover!” Gallus ended up exclaiming aloud in his wonder, only to realize too late how ridiculous he just sounded to his now befuddled friends. “Seriously, Gallus?” Smolder remarked. “That’s the weirdest phrasing i’ve ever heard: and we live in a world where ponies use horse-puns for everything!”
“Sorry,” Gallus said, “It’s just......this place is awesome! Whoever this Count guy is, he must have quite the load to get himself a place like this to live.”
“Spoken like a true griffon.”
Gallus raised an eyebrow, “Says the Dragon?”
“..........Okay, you got me.” Smolder admitted. “Still........I kinda do see where you’re coming from. A place this size must’ve cost, like, a fortune to get.”
“It not Yakyakistan, but Yona think Pony-Count home interesting.” Yona said.
“Interesting?” Silverstream asked, hovering around the air. “This place is something else! It’s got foliage, and greenery, a nice, beautiful pond, very nice stairs.” She pauses to giggle. “Soooooo many stairs everywhere!” This earned giggles from her friends, in good humor. “Yeah,” Sandbar sighed, “This place is pretty sweet. Though given the rumors i’ve heard of this guy, I guess it shouldn’t be surprising.”
“Oh, yes! I’ve heard all of those!” Ocellus admitted. “When news came around about The Count of Monte’ Cristo’, I couldn’t help but try, and research him out of interest.” She then hummed curiously. “Though......when I did, I couldn’t find anything about him in either of Principle Twilight’s libraries.”
This actually surprised the group. “Wait, seriously?” Gallus asked. “But.......Principle Twilight is like......egghead numero uno in equestria. Doesn’t she, like, keep up to date on everything that happens in Equestria.”
“And keep records of past stuff, too?” SIlverstream inquired.
“No: there’s nothing on The Count. No historical records of his exploits, where he lived in the past, how he obtained his fortune. None of that. It’s actually as if he just appeared from nowhere, and became a prosperous member of elite society. There’s not even a mention of his real name, anywhere - like he didn’t exist until last week.”
Albert couldn’t help but be intrigued by the mysterious aspects of The Count. He was an enigma he was growing interested in solving. A door he wanted to unlock by any means. “Maybe that’s true, Ocellus....but he’s here now. And he saved me, Sandbar, and the Professor.”
“Which i’m still only a little miffed I even needed to be saved in the first place.”
“So I definitely think we owe it to him to meet with him more officially. So let’s go, and meet The Count - for real, now.”
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In his large office, Shining Dantes remained pondering over how he was going to play things out. It was only good fate that the colt, Albert, would come to Rome. He was only fortunate that he had Pharynx keeping an eye out for him, and Mondego’s household. The other students, and Rainbow Dash’s presence was only a coincidence. And it would only ensure he had the good faith of numerous others - not just Sombra, and Cadence. He knew fully well about his sister’s School, and how she planned to more officially have a means of uniting the Equestrian nation with five others to establish peace in the land. Those other children were representatives of other important nations. When word gets out he had protected them from a potential crisis reaches them, it’ll earn him far more credibility as a public, heroic figure.
All the easier to earn the good faith of those 3 bastards.
He was pulled out of his thoughts by the opening of the door. Garble arrived with Bertuccio, Pharynx beside him, and they approached The Count with mixed feelings. His expression neutral as he addressed his servants came up to him. “What is it?” Bertuccio stepped forth, and said, “Your guests have arrived, your grace.” This got a small smile to appear on his face. “Excellent. Then by all means, please welcome them in.” Bertuccio bowed his head slightly, and got ready to let in the guests. But he quickly stopped himself before he turned back to his master. “Your grace......if I may speak freely?”
This got Dantes to raise an eyebrow in confusion, but nevertheless he obliged him. “Thank you. It’s just........I was only wondering if we may be going to far with what we’re about to do.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well,” Garble spoke up, as though he were awaiting an opportunity - and as if he was secretly part of this newfound conversation, “for starters, the fact we basically lured a teenager into a trap for a fake kidnapping, just to stage a rescue.”
“Which I still wish I didn’t have to disguise as a mare to help out in the scheme.” Pharynx added, briefly turning into the very mare of blue fur, and red eyes. “I can only stand to be multi-colored for so long, y’know.” He then reverted to his true form. Bertuccio then took up where he left off. “And from what i’ve heard, the young lad is a very gifted, and good-hearted youth. He has nothing to do with our vendetta’s, your grace. And we’ve already manipulated him, and his friends through false threats, and abductions. Must we really drag him into this?”
Shining’s eyes seemed to narrow as he slowly rose from his seat. “That young lad is the son of my most hated enemy. And his “friends” are little more than an unexpected addition. As far as I am to be concerned, all of them are a means to my ends. Albert will be the anchor for which I will dock my ship into the heart of my foes weakness. And i’ll use him to tear down Mondego’s entire world. And you will speak NOTHING to him, do you understand? NONE of you! Now bring him in with his friends, and you two attend to your duty.” The 3 grimaced when they were reminded of how angry, and stone-hearted their master seemed to be. And yet, in the end, they couldn’t really do anything about it. They pledged themselves to him, and were involved with his scheme all the way. Only thing they could do was accept it, and do as commanded. A brief moment of irritation for The Count, but not one he could overlook. After all, he never expected them to fully understand how he felt. How could they? They were never betrayed by anyone they trusted, and loved to a live of intolerable pain, and anguish. Now that he knew that his once beloved Mercedes had a son with Mondego, it was another cruel reminder of what he could have had. A constant reminder of what he needed to do. And he was unwilling to let anything get in his way. He WILL have his revenge, no matter what he has to do - or who he has to use in order to get it. When bertuccio returned with his honored guests, Shining put away all his angered thoughts, and returned his mask of the gentlecolt he always presented himself as. “Greetings, and welcome to my humble estate, my young friends! I am all so happy you all could come! This is a true honor.”
“With all due respect, your grace, it’s you who honor us.” Albert said, bowing his head in respect. The others quickly took it as a hint to follow suit in order to show respect, and they did so. Even Rainbow Dash did as they did, as she wanted to show her own sense of respect to the count. “Excellency, I know you are seemingly familiar with us....but I feel it’s only right that we properly introduce ourselves to you. I’m Albert “Valiant Heart” Mondego, and these are my friends, and classmates: Sandbar, Ocellus, Gallus, Silverstream, Yona, and Smolder.”
“And i’m Rainbow Dash.” The pony in question said, pushing out her chest in pride. “Faster flier in the Wonderbolts!” But she quickly caught herself, and nervously chuckled, “Your grace.” She bowed her head, again. Instead of being annoyed with her brashness, the Count actually laughed happily, as he approached the group. When he did, he bowed to them, and said, “It is a true pleasure to meet all of you. And to both return the favor, and make our introduction official: I am, of course, The Count of Monte’ Cristo’.”
“Thank you, excellency.” Albert said graciously. “And sorry if this sounds repetitive, but thank you for inviting us all to dine with you this morning.”
“Oh, nothing to it. Just as I told you last night, I wish to get to know you a little more, my young friend.” The Count walked over to the table which had been prepared for their meal. “Come, sit. Let’s have a nice, little chat, please.” And the 7 teenagers, and professor obliged him. Albeit, with Gallus, and Smolder fighting for a seat for a bit before Dash bonked their heads gently to split them up. Once they were all seated, The Count clapped his hooves, and breakfast was brought in by his attendants. Garble was standing by the doors along with a disguised Pharynx, who wore his grey fured, and red maned pony disguise to avoid Ocellus recognizing him. The last thing he needed was a changeling telling The Changeling King he was here. Sadly, the same couldn’t be said for Garble as Smolder got a good look at him. “Hey, you, with the big nose.”
“Big nose?!” Garble thought to himself angrily, while attempting to keep his cool as Smolder briefly spoke to him. “You look kinda familiar...........have I ever met you in the dragon lands before?”
Garble shook his head immediately. “Nope. Never seen ya in my life. Name’s Jaccapo’, and i’ve been working for his excellency for 3 years, now.”
“Oh, yeah? Since when does a dragon work for a pony?”
Garble’s expression fell into irritation. “Since I met him on the island of Nunya.”
“........Uh,....Nunya?”
“Short for Nun ya business, twerp!”
Smolder huffed in anger. “Why you-!”
“Enough, Jaccapo!” The Count harshly spoke to the red dragon. “You are dismissed for now. Await outside the door with your partner, and only return when I bid you. Am I clear?”
Garble was, of course, startled by The Count’s brief outburst before he regained his composure. With a bow, he complied with the count, and left with Pharynx. In truth, of course, both of them were quite grateful to be out of the room of those kids - made things less complicated for themselves, and their master. Once the pair left, The Count turned to address his guests. “So, my eager young friends: may I ask about that wondrous school of yours that i’ve heard so much about? I would have visited it myself to see what was so interesting, but my time is very limited due to my own businesses. Perhaps you would be willing to share a bit?”
“O-of course, your grace!” Albert exclaimed excitedly. “The first thing you should know is that the name “School of Friendship” isn’t just a title to attract attendees: that’s literally the purpose for which Princess Twilight - or principle, and my aunt - had it built. She wanted to spread the knowledge, and magic of friendship to every creature who was willing to learn it. Not just for ponies, but from creatures of other lands, as well. My mother thought it would be nice for me to go so that I could learn everything my Aunt could possibly teach me. That’s how I met my friends here.”
“Yeah!” Gallus said, swallowing his food. “Admittedly, the first day was kinda complicated......but the seven of us pulled through, and managed to help keep the school in business.”
“And we’ve been good friends, ever since.” Ocellus said proudly.
While the others agreed with her, The Count began thinking of the very pony who was the main subject of this topic: his dear sister, Twilight. One of the only ponies in the world he unconditionally loved with all his heart. Though it was dimmed by the possibility she’d given up, and forgotten him just like everyone else, he couldn’t deny a part of him was happy for her. Even when she became a princess, she mentioned how she always dreamed of opening up a school, and teaching others what she knew. As her big brother, he found himself proud of her. And though he didn’t mean to, he now found himself interested in how she was faring. “Princess Twilight Sparkle: she is the principle, and founder of this “friendship school”, correct?”
“Yep!” Rainbow Dash said. “And you’re looking at one of the most proficient teachers in the whole school! My job’s teaching these kids the full, and true meaning of Loyalty!”
Loyalty, he thought. Such an interesting, yet controversial term. And one he couldn’t help but frown upon, along with the other so-called “Elements of Harmony”. If Loyalty truly existed along with Honesty, Laughter, Kindness, Generosity, and Friendship, then would he have been betrayed all those years ago? Where was the Laughter in the cold, and hard cell of the Chateau’ D’if? What Kindness was he shown when he was arrested, locked away, and left to rot in the insipid hell-hole, while receiving endless tortures both physical, and mental? Honesty held no sway for the 3 monsters who dared betray him, and condemn him to his fate, and their Generosity cost him 13 years of his life he could never get back. Their actions only proving how weak, and fleeting Friendship could truly be for those with selfishness, and hatred in their hearts. But worst of all...........was the fact all those he considered friends, and family could forget him so easily after just a few years. Thus proving how flawed Loyalty was. He now knew fully well what the true meaning of those six aspects were, and he hated how bitter a taste they left in his mouth now. “And how has the dear Princess been fairing these past years, Albert?” he asked the young alicorn, completely ignoring the dismayed pegasus.
“Good, Monsieur, very good.” Albert smiled, but then let it slip as he recalled something. “Although.........I don’t think that’s a completely accurate term, given what I see every time I look into her eyes.” This made the Count tilt his head to the side a little bit. “And what’s that?”
Albert’s eyes closed ever briefly as he sighed. “Sadness. Deep, and unending. As though a piece of her very being was lost, and an emptiness was left in its place. She does her best to hide it: always smiling, and staying the same warm, and caring mare my mother loves dearly. But somehow I feel as though she partly uses it to cover the pain of the losses she went through in her life.”
“Oh?” The Count inquired. “What sort of losses, may I ask?”
Rainbow Dash seemed to grow rather uncomfortable as she knew exactly what Albert was about to say. The others picked up on it too, but remained silent, as they knew they had no room for speaking right now. All just listened as Albert explained what he knew. “I don’t know the full details, mostly because it has to do with my Mother, as well. But from what they were willing to tell..........16 years ago, Twilight lost her older Brother, Shining Dantes. And on the night he was planning to marry my mother, too.”
The Count looked quite sympathetic, while inside he burned with anger at the memory that surfaced: Tirek invading his home, finding both that cursed letter, and the dagger, then dragging him before Villefort who then had him convicted, culminating in a painful parting with his former best friend, Mondego, who ensured his fate was sealed. “I’m....sorry to hear about that, my boy. What happened to him, if I may?”
“it’s....somewhat complicated: both my mother, and Twilight said he was charged with high-treason, and murder, even though both of them refused to believe it was true. For a good while, they did everything they could to help him, and prove his innocence. But as time went on, they couldn’t find anything. Nothing at all that could help him. And it was believed he died in an accident while he was being held. Nopony aside from the chief prosecutor knew where he was being held, and even after he never shared that information.” Albert sighed sadly at the next bit his mom, and aunt told him. “But my aunt refused to believe he was gone. And she still kept trying to find a way to prove it - and clear his name. Unfortunately.......she lost a great deal of her drive when her father, my grandfather, passed away.”
A knot had immediately formed in Shining’s heart upon learning of his sister’s dedication. She really didn’t give up on him? Could that really be true? He had to be certain, if nothing else, to ease his feelings. “I’m...sorry to hear of that, my young friend. In truth.......I also knew Shining Dantes as a friend. Though we did not interact much in person, we remained secret penpals. He told me of his engagement, and said that he wished to introduce me to his fiance’ before the wedding. Unfortunately, he neglected to mention when the wedding was, and as such I was left in the dark of what happened when he stopped replying to me. 3 years ago, I finally grew tired of waiting, and searched for him - only to learn from his manager, Monsieur Morrel, of his arrest, and death.” A light frown formed on his face. “As well as the events of the past 13 years before I moved here. It is......a true tragedy what happened. Has it affected the Princess, and your mother so much?”
“They don’t talk much about it, aside from what I told you. They shared some of that info, but it was my father who gave me all of the details I shared. Every time I ask about it, they all tell me to forget it, or they just ignore the topic outright.” Albert’ sighs heavily. “I know they just want to avoid the topic because it hurts them, but..........I just wish I had the chance to meet the pony they spoke so fondly of. He was an amazing stallion, based on what I heard - and I can tell they miss him really badly.”
Yet not enough to give up on the idea of him coming back, apparently. That’s what the Count thought, at least. While his heart did go out to his sister, Twily, he still felt his resentment for Cadence grow. If Twily refused to believe he was gone, then why couldn’t she, as well? Why couldn’t she have just waited a little longer for him? Was the love she had for him truly as fleeting as the Little Star they once shared? Whatever the colt said about her missing him, he dismissed it as a passing feeling they felt as when one has a dead relative, and time passes enough for them to move on. But he was no dead relative, and that’s what made this all the worse. He was brought from his thoughts momentarily when Rainbow Dash spoke up. “Yeah, they do: because he was close to them, Albert. Even though I shouldn’t be mentioning this, Twilight cared as deeply for him as your mom did before he died. Used to call him her BBBFF.” She chuckled. “Big Brother Best Friend Forever. That was her little nickname for him, and she still uses it sometimes when she randomly mentions him. Even Spike was hurt for a long time after the incident. I’ve never seen the little-....er, not-so-little guy look so down, considering how much he looked up to Shining.” Oh, that’s right: he had completely forgotten about Spike. Now he felt even worse, given how the young drake risked much to help him escape his fate. The only mistake both of them made was trusting Mondego to actually help them. Still, he now couldn’t help but wonder why Spike did nothing more, after all this time. He was there throughout that night’s unfortunate events. And he was loyal to a fault. There could be no way Spike would have kept quiet about the incident - unless Mondego, and Danglars did something to silence him. He mentally growled in rage at the thought of them hurting his surrogate nephew, and somehow keeping him quiet about what happened. But then he shook his head to push away the angered thoughts, noticing the others eyeing him curiously.
“Please forgive me,” he smiled, looking mildly ashamed. “It’s just.......that was a truly tragic telling - more tragic than any tragedy I may have heard in my life. And know that my heart goes out to you, and your family and friends who suffered such a terribly loss. For family is a treasure that must be cherished above all else. For nothing is stronger than the bonds of love between either kin - or a loved one. Once found, it brings endless joy, and wonder. When taken away, it only leaves heartache, and misery for all. Which is why I ask you now, Albert.” He places a hoof on the young stallion’s foreleg. “Keep your friends, and family close forever, and always. They are what help define you as a person: whether a pony, dragon, griffon, or anything else. You may never know when you might one day have all of that taken away - including the special bond you now share with this lovely mare you spoke of: this Valentine of yours.” He smiled much more warmly to the younger pony. “Based on what i’ve heard of them, they must hold you very dearly. I can imagine how that is, based on your character. I’m sure your father is truly proud of you. Do what you can to honor it, as well as all I mentioned. Such a cadaver is worth keeping, for all time.”
Albert felt truly inspired, and his heart warmed from The Count’s compassionate speech. To know that his family had such a close friend without even realizing it, who cared so deeply for the happiness of others, was something he could not help but smile at. Placing a hoof on the Count’s own, he said, “I--i-i will, your grace! I swear on all that I hold dear, that I will heed your words, and do as you ask. Right, guys?” The others made sounds of agreement, indicating they were of the same mind. Once they did, Albert turned back to The Count, and said, “I can’t stand it anymore, Excellency! Your words have only made me more eager to ask something of you. Something i’ve wanted to ask since I first met you.”
After the count hummed in questioning, Albert asked, “Won’t you please come to Paris, and meet my Mother, Father, and Valentine, sir? You’re a most spectacular stallion, and I absolutely know they would love to meet you!” On the inside, The Count was smiling like a wicked chess-player who had just taken his enemies knight. He’d set up the bait, and now his quarry was snagging it. On the outside, he adopted a rather disappointed expression. “Oh, dear, i-.....I am truly sorry, Albert, but I am uncertain if I can. I have a great deal of business to handle. You understand?”
“Please, sir!” Albert remarked, sounding a little desperate. “It’s a matter of honor.”
The Count took a moment, making it appear as though he were trying to decide, and then shouted, “Jaccapo! Pharis!” The dragon and changeling in disguise re-entered the room, and approached their master. He looked up to them, and asked, “The Golden Sword matter: where do we stand on that?”
“Oh, uhm.....Well, your grace, the gold-”
“The SHIPMENT?” The Count hastily corrected, making the dragon reel briefly, and his eyes roll in annoyance, as his servant resumed himself. “Y-yes! The shipment! The shipment remains on course, and heads now to Mareseille’s.”
“.......And it arrives?”
“.......Oh! Uh, not for another six weeks, your grace.”
Albert smiled. “That’s perfect! Surely you can use that time to visit Paris, if even for a little while!”
The Count hummed in thought, rubbing his chin as he did so. And for a time, Albert feared he might end up still saying no. But he was relieved to see the gentlecolt’s smile as he said, “Then it appears settled.” The others seemed pretty excited, as well. But not as excited as Albert, himself was. “Excellent: that means we can make it just in time!”
This remark caught the Count by surprised, and he asked, “Uh.....for what?”
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The party for Albert’s Sixteenth birthday was well underway. A plethora of guests had already arrived, and more were coming in by the minute. For the son of Count Sombra Mondego, the hero of The Battle of Paris years ago, the most prestigious of elites would come for a chance to meet both father AND son. All the while, Albert was waiting anxiously for a certain few arrivals to make it. So much so, he was almost jumping with excitement. Much to Mercede’s amusement. “Try and calm down, my Albert.” she giggled. “You’re turning 16 tonight, but ponies might think you’re still six.”
This made Albert calm himself just a bit. But his excitement remained as strong as ever. “I’m sorry, mom. I’m just excited for you to meet The Count! He’s amazing beyond any imaginable words! I-....I.....I can’t even begin to explain how amazing he is!”
“Careful, my son. You might make your old stallion jealous talking about another stallion like that.” Sombra joked, standing beside Cadence. Albert couldn’t help but laugh at his father’s joke, before actually saying, “Don’t worry, Father: I could hold no respect as highly as I do for you. But I promise, when you meet him, you’ll see he’s every bit as incredible as they say he is.”
“All I think matters is that he saved our little colt from danger.” Cadence said affectionately, nuzzling Albert, who lightly whined, “Mom! Cut it out!” Only making her laugh in good humor as she released him. “Seriously, though: I hope this mysterious Count DOES show up so we can thank him personally. He deserves our deepest gratitude for what he’s done.”
“Indeed.” Sombra said, before he weakly frowned. “Still, the notion of a bunch of lowlife thugs attempting to use MY son as a hostage is insufferable! If i’d been there, I surely would have-”
“Now, now, Sombra.” Mercedes said, easing her husband’s anger. “What’s important is that our son, and his friends, as well as Rainbow Dash are safe, and sound. No need to dwell on what already happened, or what could have.”
Sombra huffed in aggravation. “You HAD to mention that mare, didn’t you? You know i’m still angry she allowed the whole situation to even occur in the first place. If she had been doing her job like she was supposed to, Albert and his friend would never have been abducted in the first place.” Now it was Mercedes turn to frown. “That isn’t fair, Sombra: you know fully well she was abducted first before our son, and Sandbar were taken. Even though I was against that little “Field Trip” of theirs to begin with. Besides....” she then looked over to where Princess Twilight, and her friends were hanging out by the buffet table. The other students, who had long been invited by Albert were hanging out at the far end of said table. “I’m pretty sure Rainbow’s gone through enough just by experiencing that trouble. Twilight might also given her a bit of a lecture as well for being careless.”
“You mean irresponsible, incompetent, and foolish?”
“The point, dear......is that what’s done is done. Please just let it go for the evening. It’s your son’s Birthday, after all: a time for celebration.” Her face then grew sympathetic. “I’m sure Albert appreciates you just being here with him now. Isn’t that enough?” In the end, Sombra knew he wasn’t going to win this argument. So all he could do was sigh, and say, “Alright. If only for Albert’s sake, then i’ll let it go.........until next time.” He snickered, making Cadence roll her eyes. Then the next guests arrived, to all three ponies surprise.
“Announcing Monsieur Gerard “Neighsay” de Villefort, and Mademoiselles Heloise “Cinch” de Villefort, and Valentine “Red June” de Villefort!”
“Valentine!” Albert quietly gasped in happiness, hearing the name of his beloved marefriend being announced. The mare in question was a young mare near Albert’s age. Fur a light, beautiful purple, accompanied by her short, but pointy candy-cane hair. Adorable freckles complimenting her gentle green eyes. A beautiful satin dress was what she wore as she walked down the aisle with her parents, both dressed in refined outfits of their own. When they arrived to the owners of the estate, both bowed their heads in respect, before Heloise said, “Count, and Madame Mondego. It is truly an honor to be in your presence once more.”
“Thank you, mademoiselle Villefort.” Mercedes said. “Though, I must admit, your arrivals were quite surprising.”
“Yes, we apologize for the abrupt arrival, Madame.” Villefort said. “But we certainly could not miss any opportunity to meet with your illustrious family. And on such a marvelous occasion as this.” Though Sombra could recognize the stallion’s honesty, he could also sense a hidden desire in his tone. Like his words had a deeper meaning, and he wanted something specific. Albert, none the wiser, graciously addressed the 3 ponies with the warmth, and kindness he was known for. “And we’re very happy to have you here, Monsieur. I think this’ll make this night extra special for everyone.” he then looked to Valentine, who smiled gingerly at the young alicorn. “If I may, is it alright if I steal Valentine for a while? There’s alot i’d like to discuss with her, if that’s alright with you.”
“Oh, may I, father? Please?” Valentine asked Villefort, putting on a very cute face when she did. And naturally, old Neighsay was absolutely defenseless against such innocence. And in the end, he relented, saying, “Very well, Valentine. I know how well you fancy young Albert, anyway. Go, and have your fun - but not too much fun, if you know what I mean.” he smiled at her blush, as she acknowledged. And as the two went off, while the Villeforts went on their own way, his wife couldn’t help but hold a look of utter disdain. “Why do you keep letting her spend time with that colt? There are far more refined stallions in the world suitable for our daughter. He is not-”
“My dear Cinch,” Neighsay Villefort said firmly, “there is no need for such talk. She is my daughter, and I only want her to be happy. I promised her many freedoms to make sure she would be as such. If being with the son of Mondego also makes her happy, despite the estranged relationship his father and I share, then I will not deny her that. Understand?” Of course, Heloise wasn’t exactly happy with his reasoning's, but nonetheless nodded her head in understanding. After all, her husband seemed to hold her in much higher favor, and was more responsible for her well-being. Given her real heritage, Heloise couldn’t see why that girl was so special. But she had no say in the matter, so she dropped it for the time being.
As for Albert, and Valentine, the two of them nuzzled affectionately, in a warm embrace of love, and tenderness. It had been quite some time since they’d last seen each other. And it was an incredible convenience that today was Albert’s birthday, and Valentine’s father was willing to let her come. Now they could finally spend some time together. “Oh, Albert, I missed you so much!” she said. “And when I heard you were foalnapped in Rome, I was so afraid-”
“Valentine, it’s okay!” Albert said in a calming tone, putting his hoof to her face. “I’m alright. It’s over with, now, and we’re together again. I think that’s alot better than thinking of what could’ve happened.” She hummed in agreement. “But anyway, I want to talk to you about my experiences in Rome - and of the Stallion who saved me, and who I invited here tonight. A pony who might have changed my life forever.”
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The only one in the household who didn’t appear to be celebrating was a certain purple drake who was sitting at the far end of the room, on a table next to the wall. Both of his arms were crossing, and Spike laid his chin on them. And on his face was a look of melancholy. Sixteen years it’s been, and the young drake has grown up considerably. By comparison, he was a few feet taller than Smolder, and he was well shaped for his age. An example of a proud, young adult male dragon. Even his wings had gotten bigger than before. Something many males would be ecstatic to have for themselves. Right now, however, Spike’s feelings were in complete turmoil as old thoughts returned to his mind due to something he kept quiet about, even to Twilight. Smolder seemed to notice, however, and she excused herself to be with him for a bit. “Hey, Spike! Some party, huh? Albert sure knows how to set up a spread.”
Silence continued as Spike remained in his depressed, prone form. Smolder began feeling sorry for him, and soon sat right next to him. “Everything okay?” she asked with sympathy. Even if she was a dragon, and naturally a bit iffy about feelings, her time long spent with her friends allowed her personal feelings to mellow, and for her to be alot nicer than any average dragon. Still didn’t mean she was all that sappy like other ponies. But she had her moments, at least. Either way, it helped her obtain the young dragon’s attention. “Oh, hi, Smolder.” Spike said, though with a hint of sadness in his tone. “Sorry, I was just.......just thinking of things.”
Smolder perked a little, and asked, “Yeah? What kind of things?”
Spike replied with a remorseful sigh, and said, “Let’s just say.......it has to do with old, family things.”
Ah. So that was it. Already Smolder could gain an intricate picture of what Spike meant. And her feelings of empathy grew for the younger drake. “You lost somebody close, didn’t you?” Spike turned to her with curiosity, before Smolder replied by saying, “Yeah, I know: once my brother’s molt kicked in, we kicked him out - but that doesn’t mean we stopped caring about him. Dragons aren’t THAT heartless.......even with our lousy reputation.” She chuckles a might bit, before she says seriously, “But if there’s any good thing about us you can mention, it’s that we do care about family.” She then puts a hand on Spike’s shoulder. “And i’d say you’re pretty close to being family, too, Spike - same with the others. So whatever’s getting you down, just know i’m there for you. Okay?”
There was a great deal of honesty in Smolder that Spike couldn’t help but admire. And for being a tomboy, she really was rather sweet when she wanted to be. It certainly helped Spike feel a whole lot better. And for the first time since arriving, he gave her a genuine smile, and said, “Thanks Smolder.” He patted her hand in gratitude, and went on. “In all honesty, though......you’re right about me losing someone. Or at least, somepony who meant the world to me: almost as much as Twilight does.”
“And Professor Rarity.” Smolder snarked. “If your love-struck goofiness is still any indicator.”
“Hey!” Spike lightly elbowed smolder, making both of them laugh, before he sighed. “It was at least 18 years ago. Some bad things happened, and he was taken away from us.” He bitterly chuckled. “And just when he was all set to marry Mercedes, too. It’s funny how fate works like that. One minute you’re preparing for a wedding, the next you end up getting arrested and wind up dying in jail.” If Smolder felt bad for Spike before, it was amplified to her feeling awful now. “Dude.....now i’m really sorry! I never figured-”
“It’s alright, Smolder.” Spike interrupts, calming the orange dragon. “It was an awful thing, but........in the end, we all had to move on, eventually. It wasn’t easy, and....heck, it’s STILL not easy, as you can see. But i’m sure my brother wouldn’t want us to mourn him forever. I just........I wish I could see him again. Even if it’s only for a moment.” He sighed somberly. “I miss Shining so much.” Deep in her heart, Smolder was uncertain what to do. She didn’t like seeing one of her closest friends hurting like this, but she also knew there was nothing she really could say. Her time in Equestria taught her that it’s okay to feel things, and noone has to feel bad about it. She just gave him a look which showed her support. And he gave her a thankful smile once again.
But the moment was swiftly ruined when fiery, red portal opened at the entrance, and out stepped a familiar Griffon, Gargoyle, and most loathsomely, a red, bearded Centaur in a black dress suit with a cape. Every creature in the room stifled all the noise they were making as they saw the tyrannical monarch of Prance now standing in plain view, with his two main lackies beside him. While many were shocked, and surprised to see the proud centaur, there were some who were rather......unenthusiastic about his appearance. Actually, in regard to Spike, and Cadence, it was an understatement. The two were glaring at the monstrous overlord, as he furiously ordered to be announced by the presentation pony.
“OH, u-u-uhm......A-Announcing his Lordship, and Ruler of the Nation of Prance, Lord Tirek!”
Tirek smiled gleefully as he heard the hasty applause of those present. They knew well to give him all his earned respect. And to do otherwise to invite only the kind of trouble he could provide. In other words, it’s good to be the king. The only ones who were unhappy being ignored were Guild, and Grimmwing - though the latter wasn’t ever happy about anything. But either way, Guild made sure the Announcer did his job after tapping his shoulder, then pointing to himself, and the Gargoyle.
*unenthusiastically* “And his attendants, Guild and Grimmwing.”
”Hooray!”
With that, Tirek and his henchmen went over to greet the parents of the birthday colt, while ignoring everyone else around him. Albert, and Valentine watched him go by with baited breaths. Each of them aware of his infamous reputation, but unsure of what exactly to feel about him. Spike, all the while, made his nostril’s flare in anger at the mere sight of that evil centaur. He still had no idea why, but every time he saw him, a deep part of him unearthed a buried hatred that went beyond his resentment for his hand in Shining Dantes’ wrongful arrest 18 years ago. Something Smolder quickly noted when she asked, “Uh...are you alright, Spike?”
“Why.....is he here?” He asked to noone in particular. Smolder either didn’t notice, or didn’t care, and simply said, “He’s the king, remember? Last I checked, that means he comes, and goes anywhere he wants - including other ponies parties, apparently.” Realizing Spike wasn’t going to calm down at the moment, she said, “Look, i’m gonna get back with the others right now. You just take care of yourself......and don’t let that overblown hornhead get to you.” Though he was still in a rotten mood, he did give her an appreciate nod of yes. She promptly returned to the rest of her friends, who were actually quite interested in what they saw. “Is Spike gonna be alright?” Sandbar asked.
“I hope so.” Ocellus said. “The minute we all saw Tirek, he looked as if he was ready to go attack him!”
“Not that mean centaur not deserve it.” Yona admitted, giving the centaur in question a rotten look as he passed by.
“I think he’s gonna be alright, guys.” Smolder said. “He just.....has some major issues involving that jerk, a-”
“SHH!” Ocellus whispered harshly. “Not so loud, Smolder! He might hear you!”
“Oh, whatever! You know it’s true, and i’m not scared of that red bull, anyway!”
“But he’s still the King! And even if we don’t live here, we should still show at least some respect!”
“Respect? Please! That reject makes most dragons look nice by comparison! Why should we give him something he doesn’t even deserve considering how he treats the folks around here?”
“GUYS!” Gallus suddenly exclaimed. “Knock it off, already! We’re not here to gossip about who deserves what, or if Tirek’s obviously a tyrant, or not!” He took a calming breath. “This is our friends party. And I don’t think we need to cause a scene and accidentally ruin it for him. So let’s just calm down, and try and enjoy ourselves.”
“Yona can do that! Yaks best at those two things, too!” Yona said proudly, before huffing a bit. “Though with mean centaur, it easier said than done.” When Gallus gave the girls one last stern glance, they all agreed, and went back to having a good time. Of course, Smolder cast one final glance at Spike, who remained in his position in the same state she left him in. More than anything, she just hoped Spike would be alright.
Meanwhile, Tirek walked down the entrance hall with his “minions” by his side, soaking up the absolute shock, and smidgen of fear he could clearly see in all of the guest’s eyes. Noone was expecting him tonight, and it was absolutely lovely to see their faces. But he kept his composure as he approached the parent’s of the “birthday colt”, and pay his respects. “Ah, Monsieur et Mademoiselle Morcerf.......oh, wait: Mondego! Apologies.” The red centaur chuckled amusingly. “I keep messing up other’s names for some reason. It’s a truly horrid habit of mine, and I am sorry. It is truly an honor to see the two of you on this beauteous evening. Princess Luna may well have outdone herself tonight.”
“Uh....Greetings, Lord Tirek.” Sombra said in an uncomfortable tone that was almost unnoticeable. “You honor us with your presence.......though I can hardly imagine why you would grace us like this. Surely your other responsibilities are more important than a single party such as this.”
“Oh, Sombra, my old friend, you absolutely wound me!” TIrek said in a feigned expression of hurt. He even held a hand to his chest in a dramatic flare in doing so. “How could you possibly think I would miss an opportunity to bestow my own blessings to your beloved son. Who, I might add, has arisen from colt-hood to the grandiose ranks of stallion-hood. After all, yours is like a family to me as well, given what we’ve been through together.” He smirked, before turning a knowing glance to Mercedes. “Wouldn’t you agree, my dear lady?” This earned a far deeper scowl from the pink-furred alicorn than what she had already given him before. She could tell he was openly mocking her while remaining subtle. Even though the others around them wouldn’t catch on, he knew she would get what he meant, though he wasn’t completely open. And it was all she could truly stand. “Indeed.” She said in a low voice. “Sombra, i’m going to go wash myself up a little more before the toast. I’ll be back in a short while, so don’t wait long.” Before Sombra could even say anything, Cadence stormed out of the room to extract herself from the presence of the reviled tyrant. The king in question just happily smirked, and chuckled with the glee in knowing he’d gotten under the skin of his old enemies dearly beloved. Only making him happy at himself for what happened to poor Shining Dante’s. Sombra, however, wasn’t all that amused, and turned to Tirek asking, “If you’re through with tormenting my wife, “your majesty”, what’s the real reason you’re here? I know you didn’t come here tonight just to wish my son Happy Birthday.”
It was here, at last, that Tirek’s smirk fell, and a more serious expression took its place. “Actually, there is something I wanted to discuss with you. On this night I felt it would be the best time - mainly because it would catch you unawares on your kid’s “special” day.” the centaur chuckled, while Sombra growled in a low voice. “But i’ll need to go, and speak with Neighsay Villefort, as well, given it concerns him, too. I won’t be too long - so be ready for when our discussion begins.” And with that final word, Tirek moved along to speak with Villefort. From where Sombra stood, it was all too clear the old stallion was even less thrilled to see the would-be king than he was. Given the circumstances of their very last encounter, it held no surprise for the Mondego. Still, he had to wonder why the covetous centaur would want to speak with him. Especially when he was adamant about keeping his relationship with his old partners in crime out of public sight. His thoughts were interrupted when Albert came up to him with his marefriend, Valentine. Both were quite concerned when they saw Mercedes leave the room so hurriedly. “Dad, is mom alright? She looked really upset when talking to Lord Tirek.” His eyes briefly narrowed. “Did he insult her?”
“No, my son. No.” Mondego said, sighing. “We just.........we knew Tirek before he was king, and we became Count and Countess. Ours isn’t exactly a proud history, and seeing him always makes her upset. But she’s alright, Albert, don’t have any worry.” He tried to give his son a reassuring smile while putting a hoof on his shoulder. “Not on YOUR special day, my boy. It’s a time for you to have an amazing time. Enjoy the fact that on this day, you are finally a stallion: another step closer to a life of your own, and some day make a name for yourself.” Albert beamed with pride as his father spoke so highly of him. Valentine smiled as he did, sharing his feeling of happiness. “Thank you, Father. That means so much coming from you, and i’m truly grateful.” But his smile went away as he thought of something, and began looking around for a brief moment. “I only hope he makes it in time. He said he would, and I trust him. Still......”
“Huh? Who’s “he”?” Sombra asked. “Who are you talking about.”
Again Albert smiled. “Somepony I invited that you MUST meet, father.”
“Oh?” the latter inquired, feeling genuine curiosity. “Some new friend you’ve made, Albert?”
“Trust me: you won’t regret meeting him.”
At that moment, the announcement of a new guest had sounded out.
“Announcing his most honored, and exalted excellency: The Count of Monte Cristo!”
To the intrigue, and absolute thrill of all who were present, in through the entrance came the stallion who had taken all of France by storm in the past few months since he had made himself known. Dressed in his fine red suit, with his long, braided hair hanging by his side, and slicked behind his head, appeared the Count, himself. Everyone present couldn’t help but excitedly whisper to each other, giving their own thoughts, and interest burning hot. A number of females were even secretly swooning over the charming count, even with the few scars he had, and his neutral gaze casting over the crowds. When he saw 3 familiar figures he knew all too well, a smile crossed his face. Ironic, it truly would be, if Mondego, Villefort, and Danglars only knew that the Count of Monte Cristo’, who was the subject of interest, was the stallion they had betrayed eighteen years ago this day. Even that insolent slime Cadderouse’ was here as well, looking over every scrap of food he could find, before noticing him. And now, tonight, he was about to play all of them like fiddles. “Count! You made it! Thank Celestia, I was afraid you wouldn’t make it!” The Count smiled politely with a chuckle, and shook Albert’s hoof in greeting. “Think so little of me that I wouldn’t be able to attend the most important day in the life of my newest friend? For shame, dear Albert. But your eagerness is appreciated, and makes me happy I arrived at last.”
“A feeling I might feel much more strongly than you, your grace.” Albert joked, and then turned to the mare at his side. “Now first, your grace, here is somepony I wanted you to meet more than anyone else: Valentine de Villefort. My special somepony, and marefriend, as you might recall.”
“Ah, yes!” The Count exclaimed happily, taking the young mare’s hoof in his own. “How could I forget the mare you spoke so highly of in Rome, my dear friend? Lady Valentine, is it? Truly an honor, it is, to make your acquaintance at last, my dear.” And then he gave her hoof a gentlecolt’s kiss, making her lightly blush as he released her. “You must truly be a special mare to have won the heart of a stallion as strong, and brave as Albert.”
“Thank you, your grace.” She said, feeling just a bit flustered from The Count’s charm, and flattery. “But i’m the one who’s truly blessed to have found Albert. He’s the one who is special. I couldn’t have asked for any other than him. He is the world to me.”
“Just as you’re mine, my sweet Valentine.” Albert said lovingly, as he kissed the side of her cheek as she giggled. To The Count’s surprise, something happened that he never imagined could ever happen: for just a few moments, in place of Albert and Valentine, he saw a young unicorn stallion with snow white fur, and a sapphire mane beside a marvelous alicorn with long, beautiful hair, brilliant pink fur, and eyes of brilliant violet. It was he, and his Mercedes back in their happier years he was seeing in these two ponies. Back before misery, and betrayal, and sorrow had overtaken his life in turn. But the Stallion was quick to shake away those thoughts. It was a fleeting moment, and nothing more. He had other things to focus on. “Uh, Albert? Was there somepony else you wanted me to meet tonight?”
“Oh, yes! I almost forgot! Please come with me, and i’ll introduce you.” Albert eagerly lead The Count straight to where his father had been standing. And at long last, after eighteen long years, Sombra Morcerf Mondego, and Edmond “Shining” Dantes had been reunited. Only now they met as different ponies than what they once where. Though the latter had a feeling his old friend hadn’t changed all THAT much. Though he kept his composure perfectly balanced..... Edmond was raging in his heart at the sight of the most gutless betrayer of them all. Just seeing the pony he once thought of as a brother who betrayed him to a life of imprisonment, and stole all of his dreams away ignited the flames of hatred within him with vigorous fury. He barely heard Albert’s introduction as the two stared at each other: one in intrigue, and the other in silent rage. Finally, it was Sombra who spoke first, and raised his hoof in greeting. “So you are the famous count of Monte Cristo. It is truly an honor to meet you, sir. And I cannot express how truly grateful I am for you saving my son’s life in Rome. That alone earns you favor with me, your grace.”
After a moment of continued silence, The Count returned to his mask of friendly demeanor, and shook the other stallion’s hoof. “The honor is all mine, monsieur. I only did what any decent stallion would do in a crisis. Especially one which involves the endangerment of an innocent pony such as your son."
"Indeed." Mondego bowed his head graciously. "Paris certainly has no deserving of the presence of a great noble such as yourself, your grace."
"Let us hope that jest was intended as such, Monsieur Mondego." Came the deep, baritone voice of a figure Shining knew all too well. One whose every word fueled the fires of anger, and hate in his heart, wishing to use it instead to burn the subject of such ungodly wrath. But like Mondego, who was less than pleased at the present company who had only just appeared, Shining maintained the facade of a respectable gentlecolt as he turned to meet Lord Tirek. His cane tapping along with him as he stepped towards the three ponies, with Albert feeling just a little uncomfortable in his presence. "Because the grandest city in Equestria deserves no less than to have the honored presence of an illustrious, and intriguing figure as The Count of Monte Cristo. Wouldn't you agree, Cadderouse'?
"Uh, y-yes, your excellency!" The griffon sniveled up to the centaur, much to the disdain of his Gargoyle companion. "Truly an honor to meet your acquaintance, your grace." But just as Guild was about to reach out to shake The Count's hoof, he suddenly glinted a spark of familiarity in the grey-furred stallion. "Um....my liege, Count. Do forgive my presumptuousness, but.......I have a rather good re-collective of all the ponies, and creatures I meet. Yet.......for some reason, I can't help but feel that your face is known to me."
Were he a younger, and less experienced stallion, Edmond might have grown nervous, and fearful at being discovered. But he always considered the idea of someone faintly recognizing him. Thankfully, he had long since rehearsed such an occasion to belay suspicion. "Coincidence, I assure you, Monsieur." he said casually. "I find that many stallion bear a similar appearance to me, albeit with some........minor differences. Prince Blueblood may be such an example."
"AH!" Guild exclaimed, with his wings flaring, causing a few feathers to fly into Tirek's face. "Yes, of course! Forgive me, monsieur, I must have been reminded of him, and came to me own conclusions." He sighed in relief, before adding, "Although there WAS another stallion I knew 20 years back, who also had a similar likeness to your grace."
"Oh?" The Count inquired, feigning genuine interest. "And who may that be, if you don't mind my asking."
"Not at all, just let me think." Guild said, scratching his beak chin in thought, before he exclaimed once again. "I remember! It was a young sailor pony who lived up in Mareseilles with alot of us here. Dantes, his name was: Edmond "Shining" Dantes." Both Mondego, and Tirek jolted in alarm at the mention of that name. And the latter's expression turned angry as he began glaring at his eagle-halved subordinate who was beginning to blather about things he shouldn't. "Everyone just called him Shining because it had a much better appeal."
"Really?"
"Yep. He had this glimmer in his eye that always gave the impression that his heart was made of diamond, but was soft as gold. A smile that could put many stars in the sky to shame, and his demeanor was a blinding innocence, filled with a sense of wonder, and even......love." That last part, The Count noted how Guild seemed to have a small hint of regret in his tone. A perfect opposition to the anger, and jealousy felt by Tirek at his enemies description. Before Guild could say anymore, he was grabbed by the throat, and hauled up to Tirek's eye-level. "That is QUITE enough out of you, you insufferable buzzard!" As the griffon squirmed in his grasp, Tirek graciously grinned to Edmond, and said, "Apologies, you grace, but....." he glared at Guild for a moment. "The subject of Edmond Dantes is a touchy, and confidential one that is meant to be kept confidential - and NOT blurted out to the next random person we come across!"
"Please, your highness, I understand." The Count said, attempting to alleviate the situation as calmly as possible. "I was.... an old friend of the stallion you speak of. And it certainly surprised me to learn of his crimes." He adopted a somber expression, with a tone of false sadness to make his performance real. "It truly is a shame what happened. But I suppose one never truly knows what their friends are capable of. A reminder of how one should be weary of whom they trust." Though he fell for The Count's act, Sombra picked up on a strange undertone of insinuation. The way he spoke, it actually made him think nervously about some things. Could this stallion know something? No, it couldn't be. Nopony knows about what really happened - not even Dantes, who was now six feet under. Still, he grew uncomfortable from the conversation, and cleared his throat to speak up. "Yes, yes, it is a tragic memory for all of us......or those who were friends to Dantes. But this is a time for celebration, not dwelling on a grim past. Please, return to mingling, and enjoy the party. Albert, I believe your marefriend is waiting for you." Albert's mood had changed quickly, and he darted away while giving his father a grateful nod. Once he was gone, Sombra turned his present company, and bid them a fine evening. The Count returned the gesture, and went back to mingling.
Tirek, however, had one last thing to whisper in Sombra's ear before he left. "Meet me, and Villefort at the highest balcony in an hour - there is an urgent matter to discuss." It wasn't a request, and left no room for negotiation. Without even waiting for a response, the centaur moved on. Leaving an irked Mondego to steam in the spot he stood. His dark magic threatening to leak out because of the anger he felt, but he quickly got a hold of it. He knew all of the guests must have arrived by now, so he heeded his own advice, and began to mingle with the newly arrived guests - just as Mercedes finally came back out to partake in the festivities. Though she was less than pleased at seeing Tirek, and his entourage, it did her good seeing her surrogate sister, Twilight, her friends, and her son's own group of friends together enjoying themselves. Even Albert was having a grand time as he, and Valentine were looking out one of the windows to the night sky. No doubt, he soon-to-be stallion sharing his admiration of Auntie Luna's night sky with his beloved. Yes, everything seemed perfectly well, and in order, and she was happy for that, at least.
But then her eyes fell upon The Count of Monte Cristo, and her entire body froze........and her eyes seemed to recognize the unicorn several feet away from her. If not by his appearance, than by the one part that could never truly deceive.
She recognized his eyes for the pony they belonged to.
[Mercédès]
🎵My God, my heart beats faster!
And my mind is racing
Could it be...?
Could it be that you've come back to life?
The Count stood in the center of the room, brushing his mane to the side when it slipped, and got into his eyes. He had the same, neutral expression for when he was alone, but carried his gentile, friendly smiles when he spoke to other nobles, and guests. But eventually, he began feeling as though he were being watched. And as he looked behind him, to see a shocked Mercedes Cadenza standing several feet away, his suspicions were proven right. And a hard, cold glare was aimed at her. Yet even with his cruel gaze, Mercedes began to slowly recognize him for who he was. Even with his fur-color tone being a dull, and grey version of his snow white fur, and sapphire blue hair, as well as the scars on his body, mark on his neck, and his cracked horn, she couldn't help but be reminded of the one she had lost so many years ago. In this strange, but familiar pony, she saw the one, and only being in all of Equestria her heart would always belong to.
I know those eyes, following me
Dark and familiar, and deep as the sea
I know that face, strange though it seems
Younger and kinder, it haunts all my dreams
Soon enough, the Count grew tired of her staring at him, and began making his way through the large crowd. It was easy enough to navigate through, but much harder to evade the alicorn who was obsessed with him. He then noticed a balcony, just a few feet away from where he was, and he made his way there in great haste. For now, he was alone to look out into the night sky, and jumble through his growing emotions. His isolation didn't last long, as Mercedes appeared behind him shortly.
How can you stand there, a whisper from me?
Yet somehow, be so far away?
In eyes once familiar, a stranger I see
With so many words left to say
He could hardly believe what he heard. This mare - this mare who broke their oath, and swore to be together forever, who betrayed him by marrying that traitor, and bearing HIS son......she had the gall to show interest in him? To act like there might be a chance to reconcile for the years of separation? She really thought she knew who he was? She couldn't be any more wrong. Every word she uttered was like acid to his heart, and only made his anger towards her grow. It was time to make things clear to this naive mare how things work now.
[Edmond]
🎵This stallion's dead, he is no more
He died a little each day
Like a thief, the Château d'If has stolen him away
Your mind plays tricks
You are confused
The one you seek is long gone
Dead and cold
A story told, by those he trusted,
those he loved, and those who then...
moved on
Mercedes was taken aback by the coldness of the one she truly believed was her love. In the feelings of intimidation his anger instilled in her, she didn't fully catch what he was referring to - unaware he was indicating to Tirek, his entourafe, Villefort conversing with Tirek once more, and Mondego just being in their general area. The Count merely left her on the balcony, and intended for that to be that. And just in time for the ballroom dance to begin, as the orchestra began to ascend to much more dramatic levels. Ponies, and a few other creatures began taking dance partners, including the Count. His way of showing his disinterest in Mercedes. But she refused to give up, and decided to play his game. She picked an unwitting partner, and the ballroom waltz began. As the music carried on, and the dancing etched forth, both Mercedes and The Count were beginning to struggle with feelings other than sadness, and anger.
[Edmond] [Mercédès]
I am a ghost, just a mirage (There in that voice....)
Who chases traces of you (Traces of you..)
[Mercédès]
Dark and familiar, and deep as the sea
[Edmond] [Mercédès]
This man is dead, he is no more (I know those eyes...)
And though it's torturing me (Torturing me)
Eventually, after passing through one partner after the next, the pair only had one partner left each: the two of them. And as soon as their hooves touched, and their eyes met, many emotions began sparkling in their hearts. Memories of the long distant past, and the happiness the two once shared flowing by like leaves on the surface of the river. Their dance symbolizing the melancholy of their reunion, which none were truly aware of, despite the company being engaged in their own waltz. The pair felt such conflict-ion, and pain inside, and for differing reasons, they just couldn't put all of it to words.
[Both]
Can either of us really ever be free?
How can you stand there a whisper from me...?
When you are still so far away?
And why does the truth seem too hard to be true?
With so much broken...
Finally, their waltz ended. And with a small feeling of reluctance, still laced with lingering anger, he brushed off Mercedes hoof from his shoulder. The pair meeting eye-to-eye once more in a world frozen all around them. Nothing but the two of them mattered as they confronted one another.
[Edmond]
And so much damage
[Both]
There are no words
The Count silenced Mercedes with his hoof to her mouth, and whispered in her ear.
[Edmond]
Left to say...🎵
The Count left a heart-broken Mercedes where she stood, who silently watched with few tears falling from her eyes, as she began to realize that what she, and Edmond had is gone. This pony, whoever he was, was not the Stallion she fell in love with all those years ago. And she was uncertain if he was even alive in that cold heart of The Counts, or not. When noone else was looking, The Count made his way to a different part of the estate. As Edmond, he already knew this house well enough to find the study. But as he went up the stairs to the floor it lay on, Tirek turned a look in his direction. An inquisitive look, made stronger as he noticed the mysterious unicorn glaring down at the crowd. He wasn't sure who he was glaring at........but now, the Lord of the Nation was more intrigued by this stallion that before.
To Shining, however, it didn't matter. As he locked himself in the study, where he knew nopony or creature would enter during this time, nothing mattered. Before entering, he projected his anger, and hate towards the ones he hated most. Those damnable traitors who ruined all he held dear, and took it for themselves. Even the society who admires, and respects them for their wealth, and influence. He hated every last one of those insidious vultures.
But when it came to Mercedes.........his hatred now began to falter. Here, in the isolation of the room he was in, where he was free to sit along the wall, he could feel so many emotions stirring inside. An angry hornets nest he had no control over. He though it would be so easy to hate her for betraying him, too. He thought she had completely forgotten about him, and had truly moved on. Her attempts to communicate being vein attempts to confirm the identity of a long dead pony who would never return. But as they danced, looking into each other's eyes, he saw what he could only recognize as something all too familiar to him: the strongest love for him. It was all too confusing. She angered him with her attempts to reconcile, but.......deep down she knew him well enough to recognize him. Just as he recognized her feelings for him. How could she feel this way? She turned against him by forgetting him! She promised by their Little Star to never part, in body and soul! Then she went, and married Mondego, the bastard traitor! Now she thinks she can try, and get back with him, or something like that?! He hated her so much right now.
But.....in the darkness of the room, as he began to sob deeply, he began to realize the truth of why he hates her.
Even now, he still loves her. He though it died inside him, but that love still flickered. It still shined for them mare he swore he would always be there for.
And now......nothing was simple anymore, and he sobbed for so many things, being unable to know what to do.
He still loves her.....and now it's torturing him.
And he would never be free.
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I will! Trust me, I will: I just have alot of other stuff to do alongside this, and unfortunately it kinda keeps me waylaid from focusing on stories like this one. But I haven't forsaken this, or any of my others. I just have other projects that keep me busy. But I WILL get back to working on this again soon enough, I promise. I don't like leaving people hanging like this......but I should probably also consider using the 'hiatus' term more often so that people don't have to wait needlessly.^^;
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