A Sun sets and a Sun rises (or, The Coronation of the Sisters)

In the last days of a dying empire, Discord pulls a terrible prank on two horses by convincing them to start a new empire.

TAGGED Death, for the death of a fish, the death of an old master by natural causes, and the death of innocence. Profanity, for a single use of profanity. Tragedy, for philosophical reasons and the general feel. Random, because it is a Fiddlebottomsfic.

In fond memory of Pripyat and all other wild places that were once made lands for heroes.

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Super Trampoline

Super Trampoline #1 · Oct 27th, 2019 · · ·

I confess I always want to read your stories but I’m afraid to because I am terrified of feeling negative feelings. Which is probably a sign of immaturity. Which makes sense because I’m extremely similar to Pinkie Pie.

Dragon Turtle

Dragon Turtle #2 · Oct 27th, 2019 · · ·

I'm not familiar with the 'lore' of Chernobyl, or the stories and studies surrounding it. What does "wild places that were once made lands for heroes" mean?

Fiddlebottoms

Fiddlebottoms #3 · Oct 27th, 2019 · 1 · ·

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The Chernobyl Exclusion Zone once was, and is still to some extent for the time being, some of the most pristine wilderness on Earth because the radiation released by the meltdown chased away the people and left the wilds to flourish. The catfish are huge because no humans predate on them, not because of cancer or mutation.
They were "lands for heroes," because they were outside the realm of normal human habitation, and it was "made for heroes" because it was made that way by the reactor meltdown.
Of course, the HBO series and other things have lead to more and more people interfering there, and it is less and less a land for heroes once it comes to the attention of the general public and the instagram harlots start taking selfies there. To quote a better person:

The once fine covers and thickets are converted into fields thickly dotted with blackened stumps. And to crown the desolation, heavy laden trains of "The Pine Creek and Jersey Shore R. R." go thundering almost hourly over the very spot where stood our camp by Poplar Spring. Of course this is progress; but whether backward or forward, had better be decided sixty years hence ... It is the same old story of grab and greed ... From Maine to Montana; from the Adirondacks to Alaska; from the Yosemite to the Yellowstone, the trout-hog, the deer-wolf, the netter, the skin-hunter, each and all will have it their own way; and the law is a farce--only enforced where the game is vanished forever. Perhaps the man-child is born who will live to write the moral of all this--when it is too late.

It is the same mood I wanted to capture with the story, a space between empires/worlds.

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