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Afterword: Ascension and Birth"Twilight!" I heard Cheerilee call my name.
I didn't move my eyes, or even care to pay attention to the mare that has been assisting me the past few days. All I could do is look at the ground, and see my Adomia dead, his body now translucent, his eye slits no longer glowing, his fire has ran out for good. I could feel my tears dripping off my face and hitting his corpse, just wishing he wasn't dead, that all of this was just a crazy dream.
"Twilight I'm sorry."
I finally looked up, and saw Cheerliee standing next to me, "I just can't believe it Why did fate have to be so cruel to him?" I asked her.
"He was born to do this Twilight; it was his destiny, fate. He couldn't have avoided it, I know you are going through much right now, but you need to be strong. You have an entire nation to rule Twilight, now please I need some assistance."
I watched as Cheerilee pulled out a blade hilt and stabbed his chest. "What are you doing!?" I screamed, and tried to telepathically pu
The Final Call*3 Hours before the destruction of Ponyville*
Despair has grabbed hold of all of the ponies in Ponyville, even the former cult members. Darkness' wall of smog has filled the air completely, not even a Pegasus can fly past it, there's no escape from the maw of death.
I stood and watched, my body still broken from my recent fight. Luckily, my own inner fire cauterized any wounds, but my rib was still severely damaged, and I was having trouble breathing.
What can we do? Is there any way we can stop this? I questioned.
"This was an insane attempt by my brother; this will cause him to muster more power in the Void before he can make another strike." Destruction replied sullenly.
I stopped my hoof onto the ground in anger, Who cares! This world is going to die I thought I won, yet I made the grave mistake of leaving a body before it truly died. I still failed and now every single creature on this planet is dead all thanks to me.
23 Hours...*23 Hours before the destruction of Ponyville*
"Hey! Adomia! Wake up!" Destruction yelled at me.
"Oh come on Destruction, just a few more minutes " I groaned as a teenage colt would.
"Look I enjoy sleep as much as the next piece of death, but really, it's around ten in the morning. We're not going to be fighting until much later, but you still need to check on our forces, get the death numbers, and the numbers of the wounded. Also, check on Cheerilee, last time I heard she was in the library."
I fully awoke halfway through his ramble, "How in the world did you think all of that?" I asked out loud.
"Simple, I'm smart." He replied.
I let out a small sigh; today was going to be one of those days.
I trotted around Ponyville to see if I could find Turncoat or Stoddard at the least. After searching for Turncoat for a few minutes I guessed he would be spending time with Rarity. I managed to find Stoddard and his troops gearing up, "Going somewhere?" I asked
Death's Battlefield"My eyes! They've stabbed out my eyes!" Adomia screamed.
I instantly awoke, fully alert, while this has happened before I knew if I didn't calm him down he would either hurt himself, or other ponies.
"Adomia wake up." I said as I shook his fiery body, he was twisting and turning in pain, the slits where his eyes of fire should be, now empty. That happens when he sleeps, we've almost gotten back to Ponyville, and we slept in Mors Vicus after Adomia changed. I remember hearing screaming, and slams against the walls. Bursting into his room, I could see his body lit up, but his eyes weren't, he must've noticed my presence, because he swung at me screaming that I stabbed his eyes out. I received a bruise on the side of my head, and luckily he woke up, probably from my screams.
I prepped up a little shock spell, and let the magical bolts weave in and out of his body, it did the trick once when he was in the hospital, so why not again?
"T-Twilight?" Adomia muttered, "It was anothe
Destiny UnlockedRelief was all I felt as we traveled down the grassy hill into our destination. We had finally arrived at Mors Vicus, in hopes of finding out my destiny (or at least I assume) and finding medical attention for Applejack, who had come down with a case of Rootbite from a Timber Wolf fight. The infection had finally reached her forelegs, and she was unconscious. We reached the border of the town; however, we stopped when a threatening voice shouted, "Halt!"
A lone pony appeared from the brush, and I wondered how I didn't detect him. He was adorned in the most threatening, yet badass armor I have seen. There wasn't an inch of coat; all I could see was black steel. His helmet covered his entire head, and the blue lenses gave off the illusion of glowing. The only thing poking out was a violet unicorn horn, which was glowing slightly, a dark black broadsword was levitating by his side, and I genuinely felt threatened.
He pointed his sword at me, "You there, what business do you have with Mors
Blue Eyes in FlamesWhen the prince sees the flower bloom from the palm of her hand, he orders her arrest.
She is only seven years old.
He takes the flower from her and keeps it, even though he knows he shouldn't. He puts it a vase, or, rather, his servant does that for him. The flower doesn't ever die, even years later.
It's dawn of a December morning, and he's cold. But still, he stands next to his father dutifully and looks at the little girl with blue eyes that are now black from seven nights sleeping on a cold, dungeon floor behind bars. They cut off her dark brown hair during that time. She's tied to the pyre, and there are seven guards around her, holding sharper swords than normal, not that she could get away. There's one man dressed in black holding an unlit torch, with a mask over his face to prevent his death. His father raises his arm, and the torch is lit.
She locks her gaze to his, and he blinks at her. It's like she expects him to prevent it. He couldn't, though, he can't. She scares him, w
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