56- Eurydice
The office was almost as immaculate and opulent as I remembered it. From the books on the shelves to the ridiculous amount of golden gilding on every surface. The one major difference between Celestia’s office and this room was the blood.
There was quite a lot of it.
Rising up from behind the extravagant desk, I took a walk around the room. Walking was a lot easier now that I had all four legs again.
‘Given that I’m no longer on death’s door and am now in the middle of Canterlot, I must be dreaming.’
The books had titles that seemed to be simple blurs. It was as if they were never meant to be read. Much of the blood that was splattered on the walls seemed… out of place. Like they hovered just above the surface of the walls, shelves, and books. Then there was the body lying on the ground in the middle of the office. I sighed.
“Why now?”
This was all in the past. So much had happened in the hours left in that day afterwards that this was just a blip on the radar. So why was I seeing it now, in this dream?
Chamberlain Eucharis, my father, was lying in a pool of his own blood. Unmoving. Cold. Dead.
–His eye closest to me looked at me, the pupil shrinking–
“No. None of this is real. I’m not here right now.”
Looking away, I pulled a book off a white ash oak shelf and watched it fall to the floor. When it hit the ground, it opened to a page somewhere around the middle of the tome. Revealed, a two-page image of Nightmare Moon starred up back at me. The demon-alicorn was posing in front of a full white moon, in stark contrast to her black fur.
“When the world needed her most, she vanished,” I quoted absentmindedly.
“We have always been where We desire to be, little prince.”
The image of the black alicorn moved as it spoke, turning its head from the side to look at me.
“Oh, so you wanted to be nothing more than a failure? To have every hope and dream of yours crushed? To abandon your allies when you lost to… teenagers?!”
“We underestimated the Element bearers. Such a mistake shall not happen again.”
“No, it won’t.”
I gripped the book with my magic and slammed it shut, before depositing it back on the shelf next to me.
The room blurred and shifted. The gold, white, and purples of the opulent study changed into the great columns, windows, and walls of the hallway before Canterlot Castle’s throne room.
Oestridae was standing before me, frozen in time. He was pointing a hoof at the entryway into the hallway. The way itself was shimmering in a green haze that I recognized as a shield spell. Around the archway, several more changelings were arrayed.
‘Cicada and the rest of the survivors…’
I reached out a hoof to Oest, hesitated, then slowly lowered it back down.
“They’re all dead. Would you like to see their last moments?”
Quiet whispers filled the room. A woosh of air behind me made me turn to see what was causing the commotion. Nightmare Moon was coalescing from gathering shadows, staring up at the only intact window in the hallway. The stained glass window depicted a simplified version of Chrysalis standing above my shattered body.
“And how would you know how they died? You’re dead yourself!”
“Once the barriers were crossed once, knowing where and how to view the waking world became a much simpler task. Luna was wrong, We yet live.”
“Regardless, there’s nothing you can offer me now. You had a chance, and you squandered it doing… what, exactly? How were you defeated? Did you gloat for too long? Gave the Elements too many chances to defeat you? Or were you just a fucking farce from the beginning?”
“You dare–”
“Why are you here, Nightmare Moon?”
“Our war is not yet lost. Not while–”
“It looks pretty fucking lost to me.”
She turned to look at me, tilting her head back as if disgusted.
“Not while you draw breath.” I flicked an ear towards her as she spoke, “you can bring us back into the waking world. Our powers are enough to defeat our foes, so long as the Elements are sidelined.”
“...”
“Not convinced? We have the skill of millennia of battle, with the power to back it. You did not succeed, due to a lack of battle expertise. Aid our return once more, and We shall undo our enemies together.”
“... I will not aid your arrival into the waking world, demon, if I still live.”
“What did We say about calling us that?! Do you have a death wish, foolish knave?!”
“You are not Nightmare Moon.”
The demon blinked and turned to face me completely. She looked the part, all right. From the hooves to the tip of her horn, the demon looked exactly like Nightmare Moon. But when she spoke? It was a bad imitation, in both the content of her words and the presence she carried. Like a paper masquerade mask, all I could see was falsehood.
“Nightmare Moon is dead, I spoke with Princess Luna herself. You are not even the Nightmare that possessed her. You are nothing but a false visage, riding on her coattails. Show yourself to me. Your real self.”
Nightmare Moon’s imposter’s form dissolved into a shadowy smoke, which dissipated moments later.
“None can comprehend such a thing. The best your little mind can do is gaze upon puppets. Facades. Representations.”
Turning around, I saw Eucharis’s body slowly lifting off of the ground. He wasn’t there last I checked, yet his corpse was rising all the same. The movements were jerky at first, like a marionette. As he rose, the movements became more fluid, eventually ending with him smiling at me.
“But idols hold far more power than anyone realizes.”
Blood was still slowly leaking from the open wound in his neck. I even caught a glimpse of the blasted out window behind him through the open hole.
“To whom am I speaking?”
“Ooh Phasma, you know who I am.”
Eucharis smiled and tilted his head to the side. His teeth were covered in blood.
“Pennywise? No, wait, he didn’t do dreams. Freddy Krueger?”
His laugh was stilted, as if he needed to get the entire ‘ha’ out before moving onto the next one, “Ha ha ha haa, you are so quick with your tongue, little prince. But you know who I am. Deep down, you knew the first moment you laid eyes on me.”
“Kennith Kennithson? I’m really at a loss here.”
The puppeted corpse strutted over to me, still smiling. He stopped right in front of my face and threw a hoof around my withers.
“Personal space–”
“Since you are having such a hard time, allow me to… help you out.”
Specks of blood flew from his mouth and onto my neck as he spoke. Some also rubbed off onto my back from where his hoof was touching me.
“I’d prefer it if you didn’t. In fact, how about you just… leave?”
Now, it spoke with Eucharis’s voice, “Mmmmm, Phasmaaaaa–”
“Don’t say my name like that. It's creepy.”
“– I don’t think you’re quite getting what’s going on here. You don’t have a choice. I’m going to help you reach this epiphany, and then… Oh, that would be spoilers. You’ll just have to wait and see.”
“You’re just as cryptic and vague as my mother. I’m quite used to such idle threats at this point.”
“It’s not a threat, it’s a promise, my little Phasma.”
The whispers that had heralded the demon’s arrival returned once more.
‘Vague epiphany nonsense–’
The world melted away in black shadows. The colorful palette of the castle gave way to… I wasn’t sure. Grey metal?
I tried to turn to look around at my surroundings but found that I couldn’t move. I felt cold metal clamps around my body, including around my head. I sighed and my breath was visible in the air. That would explain why I felt so cold.
“Oh, I know! You’re from the IRS, here to collect on my missed taxes! I admit, that’s actually pretty spooky. I wouldn’t put it past them to transcend barriers between worlds to get what’s theirs…”
“Why is it that you are making jokes that no one else on this world would understand? Oh, don’t tell me. I’ll find out soon enough.”
'How the hell does it even understand them in the first place?'
Eucharis’s head appeared above me, looking down. Given the perspective, I concluded that I was strapped to a table.
“What did I say about being creepy?”
He smiled once again. Then, he blurred out of focus. I blinked a few times and the blur resolved itself into Chrysalis, leering down at me.
The demon spoke to me in her voice, “You’ve lost, Phasma. You tried your best and the only thing you managed to accomplish was to get all of your friends killed.”
“And this reveals your identity… how?”
“Ha ha ha ha… Would you please hold still? It makes my job so much easier.”
Chrysalis’s head pulled back and out of view. I heard hoofsteps on metal as she– the demon, I mean– walked around me and stopped near my head.
‘Cold air. Metal ceiling and floor. Table with restraints. Chrysalis near my head– Oh fuck.’
I struggled against the clamps but did not move an inch.
“The hound has the scent! Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get there in the end.”
I heard drills start up.
'No no no nonononoNO!'
“I’m the master of my dreams. I’m not here, I’m still in that river.”
I took a deep breath and imagined myself in the water. Opening my eyes, I saw only the metal ceiling. The whispers were back again, growing louder. But you can’t feel pain in a dream, let alone one you were in control of.
“I’m the m–”
My eyes were half opened. I couldn’t move them.
I could see a light-green tinted room. Across from me, several tubes and a large table lay against the walls of the curved chamber. I recognized the room.
I couldn’t move.
My head hurt. The last thing I remembered was pain. Not as much pain as I would imagine it would have felt like, but my head still hurt. It never stopped hurting. Even if I could move, I probably would have frozen up from the pain.
My chest hurt as well. My heart was beating so fast I wondered if it would burst. I still couldn’t move.
I. Just. Couldn’t. MOVE!
I tried lifting a hoof. Blinking an eye. Shutting my opened mouth. Nothing worked.
“Everyone knows me, little prince. Even if they don’t recognize me at first…”
Chrysalis had entered the room, shutting the door behind her. She walked over and stood in front of me. I couldn’t move my eyes to focus on the demon. I was trapped in my own body. I wanted to cry out, to hit the glass, to do anything!
‘This is just a nightmare. I’m not in here. I’m safe. I’m not here. I’m not here. I’m no–’
“But you are. You won’t be waking up from this. You might want to get used to this, as you’ll be here forever.”
Chrysalis grinned, baring her fangs as she did. Then, she stepped up to the glass and pressed a hoof against it.
I couldn’t breathe.
“You know what I am.”
I tried to shut my eyes. My head felt like someone took an axe to it, which probably wasn’t far from the truth.
“Say my name, and I will make your imprisonment far more pleasant. You can be anywhere but here.”
The whispers were so loud.
“Sitting in a nice, comfy chair by a fire. Home with family. A nice park. Anywhere but here. All you have to do is one small thing.”
My head wouldn’t stop pounding!
“Say. My. Name.”
‘Fear.’
The demon grinned and drew a breath.
“Begone, misbegotten shade! Thou shalt not claim another soul!”
The opposite side of the room was ripped apart in a light blue vortex. The demon wearing Chrysalis's face looked actually scared, before it turned into a mass of shadows and lunged at me. Outreached tendrils penetrated the glass barrier as if it did not exist. However, before the closest inky-black appendage could even touch me, a blast of blue cut straight through the monster.
It screamed with a thousand voices as the beam ripped it apart. As it died, so did the whispers that had filled my mind. The beam continued on to hit me through it, but I felt nothing.
‘Nothing?’
The headache was gone. It was no longer a challenge to even think straight anymore.
“Thy kind may hath flourished under negligence, but no more!”
As the shadow was ripped apart into nothingness, a pony slowly walked across the room. It was one I recognized, one I had seen once before. I recognized the voice, too.
“Not a moment too soon. Fret not, our little pony, this nightmare… Is…”
I blinked.
The glass tube shattered, spilling me and the green fluid across the floor. I tumbled to a halt at Princess Luna’s hooves and started coughing up the translucent liquid that had filled my lungs.
“Prince… Phasma? Is that truly thee?” She spoke with a softer, almost wavering voice.
I on the other hoof, curled up and tried to forget the pain.
“Thou art alive?” Her voice was quiet now, at normal speaking levels.
The sheer strength and power she had entered with, she had left behind. I heard a thump as she sat down in front of me. Then, she picked me up with her magic and embraced me. I was shivering, but I wasn’t cold.
“I couldn’t move. My head hurt so much. My chest still does,” I said under my breath. Since I was right next to Luna’s ear, she heard me anyways.
“Thou survived a Nightmare’s torture with thy psyche intact. ‘Tis the greatest victory one can hope to achieve against such a malevolent foe.”
“They say defeat tastes like ash, but that’s what victory tasted like. Defeat tastes like blood,” I whispered.
“Sister showed us thy peytral… We thought thee perished in thy fight against thy forebearer.”
“I nearly did. I nearly… ended up in here…”
I thought about what Luna said. Despite everything I had gone through, I realized that what she said didn’t really make sense.
“Peytral? How did you see it? You were put in– I put you in a pod.”
“The invasion was turned back and We were freed,” Luna replied, still gripping me.
“Huh?”
“Our sister… We were not strong enough at the time. We could not save her. From afar, We witnessed her suffering in the Dreamscape. She… A nightmare… We failed her. Once again, we failed our sister.”
“That doesn’t explain…”
“Celestia was possessed by a nightmare. Now, the monster known as Daybreaker has turned the tide of thy invasion. But thou art here. Thou art alive! We… We thought all was lost, but this is not so!”
She pulled back from the hug but still held me up with her hooves. Which was a good thing because if she let go, I would have likely fell back and onto the floor. The broken glass crunched underneath her as she shifted around, but she did not notice the shards.
“Tell us where the Elements of Harmony are, so that We may make right the cataclysm that hath befallen us all. If we were to obtain them once again, convincing the bearers to use their magic once again shalt be an easier endeavor!”
I was still shivering. I was also so very tired.
“Elements?”
“Thou hid them.”
“Oh. I did.”
“Their whereabouts?”
“Aren’t we… enemies?”
“No.”
“Oh. In the base of Celestia’s statue, at the front of the castle.”
I blinked in surprise.
‘No wait, we are enemies. I just told an enemy where the most powerful weapon in existence is.’
“We cannot thank thee enough!”
She pulled me in once more, nuzzling my neck.
‘... On second thought, this Daybreaker is defeating the changelings. Celestia could not. If Celestia was purified, or whatever the Elements do, then… uh… we can... fight again?’
“You… saved my life?”
“Thou just noticed? “
“I defeated and imprisoned you, and yet you… saved me.”
“Of course.”
“But I…”
“Thou fought for thy ponies. None can cast blame upon thee for such righteousness. Now, thou will work to bridge the gap between our kingdoms.”
I was too tired to translate what she said.
“What?”
“Thou will fix the problems thou helped create. There can be peace between us yet, if thou trust us.”
“Trust?” I echoed.
“Thou will get nowhere without it. ‘Tis the cornerstone of any relationship, be it alliance or courtship. Thou needs to trust us wholly.”
“You want me to... turn myself in?”
“That would be a wise first step, though We would understand if thou stay thy hoof until Celestia returns to us.”
“Turn myself in, to the people I invaded? Barged into their homes? Forever changed their lives for the worse?”
“We will help and protect thee against retaliation, should thou make recompense.”
I wanted to stop thinking about this. I wanted to just sit here and fall asleep.
‘Is it even possible to fall asleep in a dream?’
“I’m tired Luna. Tired of worrying if I’ll see tomorrow. Tired of worrying about making the wrong choices. Tired of failing. My friends are dead and it’s all my fault. I let them down. I’m just a broken… I don’t even know what I am anymore. Now you tell me the war is still going on? My species was on the brink of starvation, of extinction. Now, we’re losing a war for our survival? I don’t even know what to do anymore.”
“We can convince what has taken hold of our sister to stay her hoof as much as possible; We can convince the Nightmare to spare any prisoners taken. We hold that much sway over her, though not much more. Trust us, Phasma, and we can reach a future where we all make it out in the end.”
“That sounds nice,” I said, avoiding arguing with her.
But she persisted, “If there is a figure of authority to which your changelings can defect to and for us to cooperate with, then such a goal is within our grasp. Tell us where thou art.”
‘We’re really going to argue this?’
“You want me to put my life in your hooves? After everything I’ve been through and everything I’ve done? I… I trust you. But the rest of your ponies? I’ve done everything to burn bridges with them. Not to mention the fact that I can’t put the lives of my lings in the hooves of another. How could I just neglect them like that? It’s my duty to ensure their survival, not entrust it to another. I have to fight for them. No one else will...”
Luna was quiet as she thought on what to say.
“Start small. Thou hath already done a grand gesture with the Elements. We shall work on our end to even it out.”
“Please don’t tell Daybreaker that I’m alive.”
“Why?”
“Because neither side of this war knows that I’m alive, and the moment they do, both will want to kill me.”
“We doubt that We can convince the monster infesting our sister to be merciful without an opposing party to parley.”
“Please?” I begged. I rested my head on her shoulder, too tired to hold it up.
“.... Very well. We will not speak of thy survival, but do not be surprised when she ignores our plea for kindness.”
I decided to change the subject.
“... Why did it take you so long to enter my dream?”
“Our power is still returning to us. We also have much work to be done, both in the waking world and in the Dreamscape. This is all before the fact that We had assumed thou had perished. We are thankful beyond words that this is not so."
"I'm also glad I'm not dead, or worse."
I glanced at the tubes still around the walls. Most were broken by the vortex, but others were still intact.
'Not in the waking world. I ended their suffering days ago.'
"We shall speak again soon; thou art awakening once more.”
"I'd rather stay with you. I can't take any more of this."
"'Tis always darkest before the dawn. Thou knows this. Fret not, We shall accompany thee and protect thee from Nightmares here on out."
I was still exhausted, but at least the pain in my chest was gone.
I opened my eyes to a grey sub ceiling.
There was a soft beeping at my right side. As my ears flicked to the noise of the machines, I heard muted crinkling in my left ear. I imagined there was padding tapped to it, on account of a burst eardrum or similar injury.
A set of machines were there by my side, full of dials, knobs, and buttons. No displays though. It took me a moment to remember that electricity has not been invented yet and that those machines ran on magic. A blood bag hung from a pole next to them. There was a tube running from it to my right shoulder.
Looking down, I saw that I was laying on my back on a bed with a blue sheet pulled over me. It took a moment to remember that I was disguised as a pony with brown fur. The stump that used to be my right foreleg was wrapped in gauze. My left fetlock was wrapped too, though in a much thinner layer. There were likely more bandages and wrappings on my body, but I couldn’t feel them.
I felt strange. A slight warmth was permeating throughout my body, numbing all pains but one. My stomach was twisted in on itself in hunger. I was thankful that I managed to disguise at all; I doubted I had any energy left to even alter my disguise.
On my left, a closed window sat. The curtains were drawn to the side and the blinds lowered. Between them, sunlight entered. Outside, I could see a pony market. Ponies were cheerfully greeting each other. Some were hauling carts full of produce. I didn’t know where I was– most likely in a hospital, but one thing was clear.
No more nightmares. No more wolves. No more desperate fights.
I was alive. I was safe.
As safe as a disguised rogue prince surrounded by potential enemies could be.
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This chapter turned out a lot darker than I planned it to be. There was a plot hole in my notes, where Phasma was basically ripe for the picking for a Nightmare but none showed up. So instead, you get this. Yay!
... I have no intention of turning this into one of those punishment fics or whatever. Coming up next; less darkness. A lot less.
Nice. Cant think of the name that starts with m though.
This update made this day less painfull. Thanks
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I think it was fitting in tone and pace and here is a nice cookie! *throws cookies in the comment section*
Sooooo Celly going full Daybreaker is not some form of repressed past in your fic but the work of a Nightmare?
At least there’s someone who’s willing to convince Daybreaker to show mercy, and with Phasma giving the knowledge of the elements to Luna it gives him a position of some trust to work from.
Dark, but not as dark as it could be. Great chapter as always
"When we reach our lowest point, we are ready for the greatest of changes," - Avatar Aang
Kennith Kennithson! Okay that one caught me by surprise!
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Correct! If you go back and read her little POV section, you should be able to draw two parallels to what Phasma went through.
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Well as they say it's always darkest before the dawn. Now all we need is a wild Thorax to appear.
it sure sounds like Prince Phasma has all most hit rock bottom.
now it is time to start really fighting back and not just fighting to survive.
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"They call him Big Hat Logan because of his big hat," ~Dark Souls.
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The most evil of all villains.
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I mean Luna did say that, so you're not wrong.
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As always, thank you and everyone else who enjoys my chapters and say as much. I enjoy reading each and every single one of your comments.
Yes, even yours. You know who I'm talking to.
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when you hit rock bottom the only way is up
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And thank you for making such a brilliant story for us all to enjoy
Hmmm, so was Nightmare Moon Envy, Daybreaker Wrath and Phasma's demon Fear, or are all three of them Fear ?
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I know but didn't he flee to Mexico after he raised the 7 children of an Australian warlord?
Even on the brink of death and tormented by a nightmare monster, the first thing Phasma does is snark away and throw around references. Brilliant.
Mephistopheles?
Oh, right i enjoyed the uodate. Really moving arc
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If Nightmare Moon is Envy, Daybreaker is indisputably Pride.
'...the better, prettier, and more powerful version of you'
'Deep inside you know how powerful you are. You don't need Luna. You don't need anypony. You can do whatever you want, and all you have to do is get rid of anypony who stands in your way.'
It fits thematically that High Princess Celestia's nightmare would be pride, too; considering pride is often played up as 'king' of the vices, usually reserved for the top dog of groups that represent them.
I haven't read the chapter, but who won the bet>?
Edit: Damnit
As always a great chapter, also Jesus christ 56 live reader count? the most I've seen before is 2. So you're definitely doing something right. Anyway ill be awaiting the next chapter of this great story.
Relative safety, at last. Now Phasma just needs a subtle way to feed on ponies. He can't exactly put a nurse in a pod and hide it under his bed. Perhaps he can take small sips of their emotions without them noticing?
I think using the elements of harmony on Daybreaker could be a bit harder for the main six than using them on Nightmare Moon. Even if it's not the same demon, it has Celestia's memories and should know not to underestimate the girls. Though at least they have the element of surprise (heh) in that so far as Daybreaker knows the elements are still missing.
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well I would take the IRS one quite seriously they really want their money.
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You mean an atonement fics?
so was that really nightmare moon or just a night terror impersonating her?, personally i always hated when nightmare moon is a separate entity to Luna, to me nightmare moon was her depression made manifest by alicorn magic and was always her just think of it as her extreme goth phase
so daybreaker in charge, it quite a interesting situation for Luna that could be her own spin of story really, weak form only just returning from being rainbow blasted and her sister become her own version of NM, equestria at war, and only she can bring harmony and solve the problem a tough new start for the night princess
luna got a lot of hard work ahead of her if she still want to marry her prince
Yeah! he pull a hail mary! And holy crap talk about survival instincts with emphasis on the instincts part. His body kept the facade even in the operation table, that is beyond impressive. Almost all of the most critical problems are solve.
The only one remaining is the hunger, so right now he will either would had to find a way to take small zips from passing nurse, get close enough to one in record time to get what he needs, or take a gamble, go back to bed, pray Luna find him one last time. Tell her where he is and come fast, and beg for some love immediately because he is virtually famine right now
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Nah, I mean those fics where the main character endures hardship after hardship for no reason, never gaining any character development, no consequences for those horrible crimes, usually written because of the author's deep seated hatred for the character in particular– cough cough DAVID SILVER cough cough.
Wait, so what is the demon's name?
I just hope that when peace will be attained it won't be one side beneficial one for ponies.
Also, when the changeling kingdom situation will be stable I hope that Phasma won't stop there and will build an economically and technologically, and military stronger kingdom than Equestria and completely independent from it. Human nature is to constantly progress and improve, especially when there is competition, so I expect nothing less than that and to also pop ponies' bubble of them thinking that Equestria is the most powerful, greatest kingdom than any other.
Glorious, I love how their relationship changed since Luna got rid of Nightmare and Phasma loss. So now we'll have days of prince trying to live with ponies at day and being emotionally/sensually harassed by princess in the night, I'm all for it
Ah, yes, that's one of the problems with using decals to paint stuff. It's a little better in the latest version of Unreal Engine...
Interesting that it picked up the fact he was using otherworldly references. Part of the mind reading it was doing to try keeping the illusion?
The hard part of "tell me where you are so we can find you" is, he himself doesn't know. Glad he unintentionally evaded trying to answer, because "a forest with a village we apparently didn't raze I guess" isn't much to go on...
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Ah ok, and that is good, poor Phasma really need a break. I'm glad he is willing to give Luna a chance, not sure why she brought up the courtship thing but I will blame that to the isolated for so long and chick syndrome, Phasma was the first thing she look so she impress on him.
It will eventually wear off
I expected "I come to bargain " reference from Doctor Strange
Thought that would fit more if he will decide to make a deal with a friendlier demon.
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Well, historically when an aggressor loses a war, they tend to be punished severely. If Daybreaker is defeated, I doubt that Celestia will be too harsh, but unless the remaining changeling forces manage to turn it around and force the ponies to the negotiating table they'll most likely be at Equestria's mercy.
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Then when Celestia will be back he can mention that they captured ponies but didn't kill.
And if they won't agree to a fair peace and will want to essentially enslave changelings, then he can tell them the games will be over, they will stop holding back, and will kill to win this war.
Why would Phasma choose this option than enslavement if it can mean their death?
Because, remember that he was ready to kill himself so he wouldn't be captured by Chrysalis, so he is ready to die with them for their freedom.
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That wasn't "court me," it was just "courtship in general."
She's not so insensitive as to press that after such a painful ordeal.
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Oh good point never mind then. And it makes sense Phasma didn't respond when she ask where was he, I bet she understood that not even him knew where he was at the moment
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Remember even the joker doesn't mess with IRS
https://youtu.be/G56VgsLfKY4
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I'm pretty sure youtube showed it in recommended to everyone at this point XD
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everyone always says that but everyone forgets you can just go side wise and stay there.
why did he give up? another story where a cool character is a slave of ponies. I am starting to feel sick and disappointed. . so a little question. will eventually become a slave? Wouldn't it be possible just to kill him in glory and freedom so that he would still be himself without chains? Luna is weak and pathetic. let the nightmare come back. in this story, I can't look at Lunna at all. why the nightmare had to fight morons, what elements of harmony did they discover? the nightmare will fly to the ally and will continue to live, and the rest will turn out to be the fools they are.
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Anywho, love the story Slider, always a pleasure to read.
Nice
10702822
Oh so that's what Loki will be doing in his own series XD
He isn't captured by time police, TVA but interdimensional IRS XD
10702699
Actually i think KKSlider is using Daybreaker to get Celestia to get drained like Luna. Would explain why the Villains that are coming over the seasons dont get burned to ash the moment they face Celestia.
Also would avoid letting the reader think bad of Celestia like the community did why she literally never helped and give her suicide missions always to Twilight.
Cadance is a young Alicorn so... 3 Alicorns but all need time to regain enough might to slay there enemys.
I recommend the Princesses use a love supercharged Phasma to deal with Bossfights. Literally defeated by the power of love... So cheesey its genius
10702621
I don't think pride really fits.
More like control, order.
10702816
I've voiced Phasma's fears over and over about how he doesn't want changelings to be slaves/completely dependent on Equestria, yet you insist on believing that is the future of this story.
A few of you (a vocal minority) are so desperate to hate this story that you're reaching for reasons, most based entirely on speculation. Go ahead. I'm done trying to convince you otherwise.
10702739
Invader become defender. DBZ vibes getting stronger 
Some really good story ideas i read here. Just no need for pushing to hard. Getting the Changelings stable might take the 8-10 seasons with all the crap heading there way...
10702755
harassed?
All she wants it to help him. Getting a friend or mate as bonus is just the crowning cherry ♡
10702757
Yep. Ones he spoke with a nurse or a doctor hes position will be clear. He can send a discreet message to Luna. A royal healer can usualy pull of twice the effectiv treatments. Do to high education , staff and materials at there disposal it would be a good chose.
10702768
Maybe... I really want to see em getting lovey dovy.
Love supercharged Changeling monarch for the win
10702769
Meh... But that might work as a decoy to get the mane six in position. But since Phasma has no access to a healing pod unless the prisoners in the dungeons include healers... Hm... Maybe... Anyway hes healing would cost months. I doubt Tempest would follow the Storm King if Ponys could regrow horns like the Changelings did for Phasma.
10702773
Both sides will be very battel fatigued. Changeling living under Ponys as a royal secret might work
10702780
That makes like a 0% logic. Dead ponys are useless to both partys. Hostage situation lose there value the moment the killing starts. After that its only who can kill the other side faster and claim whats left of em...
10702786
Both are literally imortal towards time. She could literally play in the friendzone for centuries before she is going for his hearth. With the stakes so high a long game tactic makes mutch more sence
10702887
Nah the creator already clear the air, they are just friends willing to help one another, if something happen it will come later on
10702894
Exacly. This complicated and slowly growing relationship will be GLORIOUS ♡♡♡♡♡
10702897
Right now it start small, get in contact with capture changelings, or those that are in need in help. Beg for santory in Equestria (where the trust in Luna will be tested) and then, slowly work on a way to slowly mend the invasion and save his species from extinction. Maybe Luna could offer the cristal caves as a refugee to place them for starters.