The old man's nephew looked out the giant observation window into the city. His workers and helpers spewed statistics at him every so often about the amount of steam being released and the last earthquake location. They barely even stopped talking anymore.
He sighed, which only deepened when his uncle burst in and ran to look out through the window at the city. The nephew watched him, disinterested, then said "Uncle, really, you have your own observation deck, what are you-"
"Shhhh. Hear that?" The old man waved his nephew impatiently into silence, and went back to his staring, pressing his large nose to the window to see better.
The nephew looked out at the city, then back at the old man. "Hear what?" Agitated, the old man looks at him for a moment before seeming to make up his mind and rushing over to him, dragging him to his eye level by the collar.
"Listen," he hissed. He looked back out the window, and the nephew unenthusiastically follows his gaze.
"I still don't hear anything," the man pointed out. The sound of earthquakes and releasing steam was pretty constant by now, surely his uncle can't mean that.
"No, no, no, you're not listening! That sound. It's growing."
A roll of the eyes. "The steam released? Yeah, of course it is."
The old man looked back at his nephew. "Don't you know what this means?" When no answer came, he swept a hand over the window's view of Taitle. "My city...it's alive again!"
"Really, uncle, there's been people here all this time, of course it's alive, that's what people do." The old man just gave him an annoyed look.
"Just listen. Or better yet, just look. It's alive. It's all coming back, just like I had hoped. And it's doing it on its own." He clapped his nephew on the shoulder and laughed as he steered the young man to fully face the window. "Just look, my boy. Look at how glorious this city used to be!"
Skeptically entertaining the old man, the nephew looked out the window, still with that same uninterested look. Steam hissed out of the street lines that led to nowhere. Buildings crumbled every now and then because of the earthquakes. The fighters themselves weren't close enough to hear, and the observation dome's chatter was too loud where they were to separate the two. The nephew shook his head and went to point all of this out but his uncle simply grasped his shoulder firmly and pointed out the window himself. Following his gaze, the nephew found a good reason to be interested.
There was another earthquake, louder because it was closer to them, but it wasn't the earthquake or the subsequently ruined buildings that caught his attention. It was the collection of street that had suddenly dislodged itself from the rest, curling upward and taking a fair bit of that city's neighborhood with it, as well as some of the pipes that ran underground. The pipes themselves almost looked like-
"F-fingers?" The nephew's wild eyes followed the hand that was emerging, blinking rapidly and turning back to his uncle as if praying him to deny what he was seeing. But the uncle merely beamed at the curled street and pipes as the pipes themselves began to move harshly like fingers.
"Alive, again," he repeated, turning the nephew's head North to see a small hemisphere of street and a garden, the pipes and tree roots still connected to the ground, but only barely. It had two steam vents on the same horizontal level, releasing the same amount of steam at the same time.
"Like eyes. Eyes and hands," the young man whispered. "Is this going to continue?" he asked his uncle in a hushed tone.
"One can only hope so, my boy!" the old man responded. "This...this is how Taitle should be."
Shakily, the nephew's eyes found the hand once more. Slowly and carefully, accompanied with a lot of earthquakes, the hand was raising an arm to go along with it. Even more steam was being released from that particular sector, and the accompanying earthquakes were throwing a good deal of the buildings there into rubble. After several minutes of being transfixed by this sight, he uttered, "we should reinforce the Viewer's Dome." A set of robots whirled out about their business, and the old man patted his nephew sympathetically on the shoulder before leaving the deck as well, going back to his workspace and the wishing machine, which had been whirring more and more in anticipation of its new and final master.
Hiccup woke to the sunlight streaming through his window. He blinked sleepily at the blurry figure above his head. It took him a second to realize it was Toothless staring down at him with curious eyes. He wondered how long the dragon had been there staring at him. He shrugged the thought aside. He sat up thinking it strange that he had woken up later than normal. It was probably because he spent most of the night in the cove with Astrid.
He blushed thinking about how they had laid together in the grass holding hand and watching the stars. They had talked about the most random things half the night, but it had been great none the less.
It had been about 6 months since they started dating. Astrid was actually the one who had to ask Hiccup out in the end. Every time he went to ask her he had clammed up and get really nervous, so she had saved him the trouble. They both enjoyed going on little outings together. Usually it was to the cove where Hiccup had meet Toothless or long flights on their dragons.
Thinking of the dragons reminded him that he had to go out with everyone and their dragons today. His dad had asked him a few days ago if he and the others could go out and get some fish for the village. The ships had been damaged recently and since winter was so close the village needed more fish to get them though the rough winter that was coming up.
Hiccup dragged himself from his bed and his thoughts. He patted Toothless on the head. "Morning boy. Ready to get to work?" Toothless nodded his head. Hiccup laughed. "Alright then. Lets get going then." He hopped up on Toothless, secured his feet in the stirrups, and took off.
He headed straight for the dragon training arena. Astrid, Snotout, Ruffnut, Tuffnut, and Fishlegs were already there.
Hiccup landed and walked over to the others.
"What took you so long," Snotlout asked giving Hiccup a look of disgust, "We've been waiting here for ages."
"Oh please, Snotlout. You just got here two minutes before he did," Astrid exclaimed.
"Yeah, well it was a very long two minutes," he said indignantly.
"Sorry, I was late guys. I slept in later than usual," Hiccup said apologetically.
"It's okay, Hiccup we understand," Astrid said smiling at him. Then she kissed him on the cheek, "Come on, lets go."
Hiccup blushed and walked over to Toothless. Toothless gave him one of his funny little grins. Hiccup ignored him and hopped on. Everyone else was already on their their dragons.
He and Toothless left the arena and flew upwards with the others right behind him. They flew out toward the sea. It was a perfect day for fishing. The sky was mostly clear and there was only a slight breeze blowing.
They flew out for about two hours or so till they came cross a huge swarm of fish. The sky was a little darker than it had been and the wind was starting to pick up but Hiccup didn't really think any thing about it. They took turns diving toward the water and scooping up large amounts of fish with the baskets they had brought along.
They were almost finished when the storm hit. As they had been fishing the sky had gotten even darker. It had started drizzling and Hiccup had suggested they head back home. But they hadn't gotten far when it started pouring. The wind picked up and the dragons were having a hard time flying. Hiccup could hardly see the others though the rain. He could faintly hear the others trying to say something but to no avail.
Suddenly the wind started blowing violently in different directions. He could hear the others cry out in alarm and he could just barely hear Astrid screaming his name. But there was nothing he could do. He was helpless in a storm like this.
All of a sudden Toothless spun out of control, spiraling toward the water. Hiccup was able to straighten Toothless' tail at the last moment and water sprayed and stung his face. The basket carrying all the fish he had just caught went flying thought the air. Hiccup tried to grab it, but it slipped through his fingers.
He had completely lost the others now. He looked all around but couldn't see much past Toothless. The wind began to take him where ever it pleased. He tried going the direction he assumed home was, but it just tired Toothless out more, trying to fight the wind.
Hiccup started flying upwards to get out of the storm. Lightning flashed across the sky. He was almost there when it started hailing. He tried to continue upward, but the hail was hitting both Toothless and him extremely hard. He changed his course and began zig-zaging everywhere to avoid the hail. It didn't help much. They were pelted endlessly by the hail.
Hours went by. The hail had ended but the storm continued. There seemed to be no end to it. It was pitch black and still pouring. Hiccup finally passed out from exhaustion.
When he finally woke he and Toothless was falling.
Hiccup had been quietly sitting on a barrel near the dock, while Toothless was obviously by his side, like he always was, and the Viking could tell that his black, scaly friend was already getting bored, but he just couldn't leave right now, especially since he knew that Astrid would be arriving on a ship any minute now.
Astrid was away for the past week on a fishing trip with her father, and she would have brought Stormfly along to help her out, or at least, to keep her company, but her father flat out refused, saying that no dragons would be included on the trip, most likely because he wanted it to be just family.
Hiccup had managed to keep himself super busy while his girlfriend was gone, with looking after her Deadly Nadder, which Astrid thought was giving too much work for Hiccup, especially when he already has a Night Fury to take care of, but he insisted that it was no problem, and she didn't have to worry about it.
There was also his job with being the founder and head dragon trainer for Berk Dragon Academy, and it was pretty hard for Hiccup to concentrate at the arena, considering that he noticed Astrid's absence right away before the sessions had even begun.
On the night before she left, the couple spent time alone at the cove, and while they were there, Astrid told Hiccup that she had something very important to tell him, but she somehow changed her mind and decided to wait until she came back from the trip, and that's something which bothered Hiccup a lot lately.
Why couldn't Astrid have just told Hiccup instead of having him wait for an entire week to hear whatever it was, and besides, Hiccup couldn't help but think about whether it was good or bad, because Astrid didn't even mention if it was about their relationship or something else.
All of the many thought that were currently going around in Hiccup's mind suddenly got interrupted when Toothless began nudging him, as he was trying to tell him that something had caught his attention, and when Hiccup looked up from the ground to see what it was, a smile quickly grew on his face.
Not so far in the distance, both Hiccup and Toothless were clearly seeing a ship that was sailing across the sea, and the closer it came to the dock of the island, the more that Hiccup could be able to hear Astrid's voice, calling out his name, and also see her waving to him.
Once the ship had finally come into port, Astrid instantly jumped onto the dock, and ran towards Hiccup, who had just got himself off from the barrel, and started walking over to his girlfriend, when she grabbed him and pulled him in for a long embrace.
"Astrid, it's great to have you back home, so how was your fishing trip? I guess that it couldn't have been a lot of fun while not having Stormfly around with you." Hiccup assumed.
"Well, it was definately not fun for me knowing that I couldn't get to bring you and Toothless along, but my father had made it clear, and he kept saying that the trip would really give us a chance to talk, so anyway, speaking of Stormfly, where is she right now?" Astrid asked.
"There's no need to worry, Stormfly's back at your house waiting for you, and I know that it's probably not my business or anything, but what exactly did you and your father talk about, because I remember that you said back in the cove a week ago that there was something very important for you to tell me." Hiccup mentioned.
"Wait a minute, Hiccup, you still don't know about it, because I was sure that your father was going to talk to you right after we returned to the village on that same night." Astrid replied, which had gotten Hiccup thinking for a while before he gave an answer to Astrid.
"I believe that I asked my dad about it just once, and all he said was that the two should wait until you and your father got back from your fishing trip. Oh, and speaking of your father, here he comes right now, so if you don't mind, I'd like to ask him what exactly is it that's so important." Hiccup informed, while turning to approach Astrid's father, Alrick Hofferson.
"Excuse me, Mr. Hofferson, before your daughter left with you on your fishing trip a week ago, I remember she said to me that there was something very important for me to know, but she changed her mind, and never told me, so I was hoping if you could please tell me." Hiccup requested.
"I'm sorry, Hiccup, but we should probably go over to your father's house first before we talk about anything, and you shouldn't have to worry at all because it's actually a good thing that you'll be happy to hear about." Alrick responded, before giving a grin and patting Hiccup on the shoulder.
Hiccup made a long sigh, since he was obviously disappointed that he wasn't going to find out right away, but he was nonetheless glad that he would finally know very soon.
With his best friend, girlfriend, and her father coming along with him, Hiccup reached his house and opened the door to find his father sitting still in a chair near the dinner table, and right when they entered, Stoick got himself off from the chair and walked towards them.
"Alrick, welcome back! It's great to see that you and your daughter made it back to Berk safely, so tell me, how was the fishing trip? Did you get a nice catch of fish while you were far out at sea?" Stoick asked, as he shook Alrick's hand and heavily patted him on the back.
"We weren't so lucky, because it seemed like the fish preferred to hide at the bottom of the ocean, but on the bright side, the trip did give me a chance to discuss with my daughter about a lot of things, and especially...her future." Alrick answered.
Hiccup instantly felt a shudder course throught his entire body right when he heard Astrid's father say those last three words, and he was really getting nervous now, and he could even feel his head vibrating.
"That's good to hear, Alrick, but if you don't mind, I'd like to talk with my son in private, because we didn't really sit down at any time this past week to talk about his future, so maybe you and Astrid should come back some other time. How does tonight at the Great Hall sound?" Stoick suggested.
"Sounds good, chief, and I'll just give Hiccup a kiss before me and my father go." Astrid said, as she walked over to her boyfriend, quickly kissed him hard on the lips, and put her mouth near to Hiccup's ear.
"l love you, Hiccup, and just so you know, that's what I was going to tell you at the cove on that night, but I just got a little scared, so I'm sorry for not telling you sooner, and making you wait, and I really missed you so much, and trust me, you have absolutely nothing to worry about." Astrid whispered.
She smiled at Hiccup for a few seconds before leaving through the front door, with Alrick following her, while closing the door behind him, and that just left Hiccup, Stoick, and Toothless in the house, with father and son staring at each other for a short moment until Hiccup spoke up.
"So...dad, now that Astrid and her father have left, what is it about my future that you wanted to talk to me about? I mean, did I do something wrong?" Hiccup asked, while trying to recall anything particularly bad he'd done in the past few days, but he came up short.
"No, son, you did nothing wrong at all, and I apologize for not telling you earlier, but before Alrick left on that fishing trip, we discussed your relationship with Astrid, and since the two of you seem to be very happy together, both of us felt that it was time for you to take the next step." Stoick answered.
"Dad, what do you mean by "next step"? Are you suggesting that me and Astrid sleep together, because I'm sure that we're way too young to even consider doing that." Hiccup asked, while assuming that's what his father was going to be talking about with him.
"You're absolutely right about that, son, which is why me and Alrick have worked out a contract for you and Astrid to be married by the end of summer. Congratulations, son!" Stoick proudly exclaimed.
Hiccup felt the sudden sensation that the floor had been jerked out from under him, and he half expected someone to jump out and say, "Haha! Just kidding! You totally fell for it!" But, unfortunately, that didn't get to happen for him.
"What! I'm engaged to Astrid? Dad, how can we be engaged if we didn't even talk about it, and why didn't I find out about this before? Does Astrid even know about this?" Hiccup asked, and he obviously felt like asking a lot more questions.
Stoick made a bark of laughter, as though it was a good time of watching his son freak out. "Calm down, Hiccup! Well, I'm sure that the engagement's exactly what Alrick discussed with Astrid during their fishing trip for the past week.
It's a good thing you're engaged because it's a perfect match with the Hoffersons, which are a good, strong family, just like us Haddocks, and it was actually an unplanned sort of thing, since it was Alrick who made the offer first, and as you already know, I decided to wait until they got back so that we could discuss everything together." Stoick explained.
"What is there else to discuss about? I'm barely sixteen! I've still haven't even begun to understand females! Why should me and Astrid have to get married so soon, I mean, can't we just wait for a couple of years to give us more time to commit to each other?" Hiccup requested.
"Son, once you're married, the two of you will have more than enough time to be committed, and it wouldn't be so different to make this an official union, because a lot of Vikings choose to marry at a young age, especially Viking chiefs, and it's to ensure that the tribes stay strong.
Hiccup, I really am sorry for not telling you about any of this earlier, but now that you know, it shouldn't be a problem anymore, and my decision on this is final. I just hope someday, you'll understand that while a father must do what's best for his son, a chief must do what's best for the village." Stoick explained.
Before Hiccup could even ask his father any more questions, Stoick had already walked out the door, and Hiccup wordlessly climbed up the stairs into his bedroom, with Toothless quietly following him, and he laid down with his back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling for a moment.
His mind instantly got focused on what Astrid told him before she left his house, which caused Hiccup to wonder if he loved her back, and the Viking didn't really know, but he had always liked her, and cared about her as a friend, but he wasn't if he wanted their relationship to become more serious.
He liked their relationship as it already was, a comforting and friendly love, because they were not just friends, but they were also sweethearts, so obviously, he never even had considered marriage, since it was taking a huge step in their relationship, and making an actual commitment.
"What should I do? Astrid said that she loves me, but I'm not sure if I feel the same way about her, and how am I supposed to tell her that? Surely she will get angry or sad, and I don't want that to happen, but I'm afraid that our relationship could be destroyed!" Hiccup thought to himself.
He still kept his green eyes on the ceiling, as if the answer was up there somehow. "I do like Astrid, and I have always liked her. I would never forgive myself if I let down such a strong, tough, and great girl like Astrid."
Hiccup knew that he would never do that to her, and to decide whether he loved Astrid or not, Hiccup thought of everything that they had been through, from dragon training to the battle with the only to have uncertainty written all over his face.
"No, I don't love Astrid," Hiccup concluded, and it was far too early, which is why all he needed was time, and if Astrid would give him that, he would eventually give his love in return, but he didn't want to spend all of that time planning their wedding, and it was much too soon for them to be doing that either.
It seemed impossible at this point for Hiccup to go outside, find his father, and try to convince him to have the wedding, if not the engagement, postponed because he couldn't possibly be married to somebody whom he didn't love yet, even it was Astrid, and he knew that it wouldn't really be fair to her.
Maybe if Hiccup could get away from Berk for a while, it would help him think about going through with the wedding, and come to a realization that him and Astrid were truly meant for each other, but he knew that it would be a bad message by taking off without saying anything.
He could leave a note for his father explaining that he wasn't running away, since it would only be a few days, or maybe even a week until he got back, and while Hiccup still wasn't sure of the destination, he should be able to find some kind of campsite that he could stay at.
"Alright Toothless, I think that it's time to go on a trip of our own, and it will just be the two of us, but this trip isn't going to include Astrid and Stormfly, so are you okay with that?" Hiccup asked, and he already knew what the dragon's answer was when Toothless came over to licking his face.
"I'll take that as a yes, but before we go, I just have to pack up some things I'll need and leave a note for my dad, and we'll be out of here. Could you please wait for me downstairs?" Hiccup requested, and Toothless nodded before going down the wooden stairway.
Hiccup immediately found a basket and got started on filling it with the most important things that he should bring for trip, like a few changes of clothes, fresh food, clean water, and his sketchbook, because he'd like to draw anything out there that might capture his attention.
After he was done packing the basket, Hiccup walked over to his desk, grabbed a spare piece of paper and the charcoal pen his mother had given him when he was young, and started writing.
I know that since you're the chief, it's your duty to make decisions which are best for the village, and because I'm not only your son, but your only child, I'll be the next in line to take that position in the future, but I'm not exactly happy with the decision you've recently made for me.
Ever since I met Astrid back when we were kids, I liked her a lot, and I still do right now, but my feelings for Astrid haven't really changed over the years, and that's why I don't love her, and I'm not even in love with her, but I would like to be, if only I had more time.
It wouldn't be fair to you, Astrid, and her father for me to stay here in Berk and spend that time making plans for me and Astrid to get married, when I'm still not certain about spending the rest of my life with her, and that's why I need to get away for a while.
You don't have to worry about me, because I'll only be gone for a few days, or probably even a week, and I have a basket that's all packed with the most necessary things for the trip, and Toothless will be by my side and look after me the entire time we're away from Berk.
When you see Astrid, can you please tell her not to be upset with me, because I'm pretty sure that will be her instant reaction when she finds out about me having left the village, and also tell her father that I still do like her daughter, and I'm not scared of being with her.
While I'm gone, I'll miss spending time with not only her and Stormfly, but also with you, because ever since the battle with the Green Death, I've felt that our relationship has gotten better and stronger over the past few months, with Alvin, the portrait, and everything else.
I'll be sure to tell you about what happened during the trip when I get back, and until then, goodbye, father.
With love, from your son, Hiccup
After he was finally finished with the note, Hiccup made a quick double check in the basket to see if there was anything that he might have missed to put in, and he remembered that he wouldn't need to wear his fur vest at least until he found land, and so he put the vest in the basket.
Hiccup looked around to find his mother's breast plate, and he let out a sigh while looking at it, since the helmet was the only piece of his mother he had left of her, and he gave an adjustment by fixing one of the horns that was crooked before putting the dull metal helmet on his head.
He quickly put on his leather riding vest and tightened the straps of it before Hiccup slung the large basket over his shoulder and took the handwritten letter to his father with his other available hand, and carefully went down the wooden stairs, being cautious not to trip on any of the steps.
"Alright, Toothless, I've got the basket all packed up for our trip, and now we just have to go over to the cove, and I think that it's better to walk because I don't want anyone from the village to catch us if we're flying to get there. Besides, it's better than having my father on your back, right?" Hiccup asked.
Toothless growled, while making a nod in agreement about that question, and Hiccup laid the note down on the dinner table, being in plain sight for his father to see when the next time he comes inside, and both of them went across the room, going outside the house through the back door.
Since Hiccup was being mostly quiet during their walk to the cove, Toothless believed that Hiccup had been having second thoughts about their trip, and maybe wondering if he was making a huge mistake with leaving Berk, and so he gently nudged his friend to the side, while looking up at him.
"Don't worry, bud, I'm not sad or upset with you about anything, it's just really important for me to take this trip right now, because otherwise, I'll never know whether or not I can live with even the idea of me and Astrid becoming husband and wife at the end of the summer. Do you understand?" Hiccup asked.
He playfully rubbed the dragon's nose, while also giving him a slight grin, which soon caused Toothless' worries to go away, and as they went much deeper into the forest, Hiccup and his Night Fury could hear the sound of birds chirping, and when Hiccup turned around, he barely saw the village anymore.
"You know what, Toothless, I think that we've walked pretty far enough, and I'm sure that nobody will see us if we start flying, but there's only one more thing that I need to do, and that's for me to connect the basket to your saddle. Now you'll just have to hold still and it will be done with, okay?" Hiccup asked.
Toothless calmly purred, and he managed to keep himself in a still position long enough for Hiccup to get the basket situated on his back, and luckily for Toothless, the basket didn't feel so heavy, but he had to admit that it really felt a lot better than having a man who was four hundred pounds on him.
Hiccup jumped onto the saddle and hooked himself in, attaching the metal loops of his leather belt to the metal hooks on Toothless' saddle, and once Hiccup was done with that, the dragon thrust his wings downward and in a matter of only a few seconds, they were off from the ground and into the sky.
When they were a good distance away from the island, Hiccup turned back to the town, getting one last look at it. "Goodbye, Dad. Goodbye, Astrid. Goodbye, Berk." He whispered, and with those few messages said, the unlikely friends took off towards the coast, while facing the wide open ocean.
Hiccup's caught off guard when Astrid declares she loves him, and Stoick announces he and Astrid will be married in late summer, so he decides to take off with Toothless on a trip, determined to figure out whether he can go through with the marriage, but what he didn't expect to find is a Scottish princess, which causes him to rethink his future. cool-and-creative.deviantart.c…
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How he died: Gaston, pissed that Belle cares for an ugly beast more than mr. brawn & mustly, leads an angry mob (torches and pitchforks included) to storm the castle where he lives. Because the castle is full of moving, talking furniture, hilarity ensues. After an epic confrontation with Beast, Gaston is left dangling over a precipice. Beast pulls a Simba and spares his life, leading to an understanding and peaceful reconciliation between the two...Heh, no, I'm just kidding. Beast is promptly stabed in the back (literaly) by a coward, proving that once you have your enemy at your mercy, FOR GOD'S SAKE FINISH HIM OFF!!! Gaston is then knocked off the tower, and is impaled on a cluster of spikes (not shown easily) that seem to exist for no reason other than for plummeting villains to land on. Given the baffling number of enchanted objects that exist in the castle, these spikes were probably anthropomorphic balladeers, singing a cheery tune as Gaston was (ironically, mind you) shanked in the back by them & as Belle breaks the spell, making everyone human again. As cheerful as the ending to this clasic disney movie was, we can't help but wonder if a sunny day's walk in the garden after Belle's and the Prince's (formerly Beast) honeymoon wasn't suddenly interrupted by the sight of Gaston's mangled corpse, left there as a warning to all who would cross them.
The villan: Who say's insects aren't capable of anything evil? Well that is proven wrong in A Bug's Life. Hopper is the leader of a group of grasshoppers who think ants serve grasshoppers. When the ants can't get enough food for them, he takes over, forces everyone to work for him, & plans to kill the elder queen when their done. Once again, an elder we're talking about here.
How he died: Flick, the outcast of his hole colony, comes up with a plan to rid of Hopper. The plan works...sort of...While all his minions cowar in fear, he grabs Flick & takes him hostage. He prepares to kill him when a bird is upon them. Hopper, from a previous experience, thinks it's a trick. But it ain't a trick. IT AIN'T A TRICK HOPPER! GET OUTTA- oh wait. He's a villan. Yeah, yeah, let him die. The bird grabss Hopper, & for whatever reason despite it's another insect, let's Flick go. The bird then eats Hopper. Oh wait a minute...IT WAS HER BABY CHICKS! Yes, any villan could have fallen from a daring hight without a parachute or crashed into some sort of explosive for whatever reason. But Hopper was EATTEN! GOT THAT!? EATTEN! BY BABIES!
The villan: Frollo is the main asshole from The Hunchback Of Notre Dame, who believes he's a holy man, but we know. YEAH THAT'S RIGHT, WE ALL KNOW! He hates the guts of gypsys but has a thing for one of them named Esmeralda, as evidenced in, THE MOST MELODRAMATIC SONG IN ANY DISNEY MOVIE EVER.
How he died: Frollo finally just gets sick of Esmeralda & tries to burn her to death. Quasimodo, with the strength that would put even Superman to shame, grabs a rope & swings down & rescues her. Frollo follows them onto the cathedral roof, conveniently setting the scene for a dramatic final battle. Everyone somehow ends up hanging over a ledge, with Esmeralda holding Quasi and Frollo and flames raging below. Quasimodo fails to let go of Frollo and kill him, so once more the hero is punished for that decision. And I shit you not, he had the chance in that earlier scene when he thought Esmeralda was dead. Frollo swings over to another ledge and draws his sword again. As he prepares to decapitate Esmeralda, he quotes:
"...And he shall smite the wicked and plunge them into the fiery pit!"
...after which the gargoyle he is standing on (it's implied that the gargoyle is sentient, or an angel or something) breaks and sends Frollo plunging down into the lava (which somehow doesn't send the rest of the town on fire) melting him to death.
Not just any death. Frollo plunges into a lake of fire clearly meant to symbolize Hell, where his flesh will be burned continually for eternity. Proving once again there is no god more cruel and vengeful than Disney.
Thank you for watching. Resume work on Rise Of The Shadow, coming soon.
"To live in this world, you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go" -Mary Oliver
It was a red, cloudy day at the Sierra Madre. The sky was, as usual, a thick red. The Villa looked dead, like a old knotted tree. But within its walls, buildings, life . . . or maybe not life, but something, moved through it like blood in the veins. Ghost People shuffled through the streets, out of sight, silent, and for the most part, single minded. They didn't think, didn't feel, didn't have individual ideas. Just hunt, capture, turn. Hunt, capture, turn. Hunt, capture, turn. Hunt, capture, turn.
Seeker was no different. Seeker hunted, captured, and brought the captured into the depths of the Villa. Seeker had never known another life, no Ghost had. Seeker was just another Ghost in the crowd, another mindless thing, wandering the streets. Another Wastelander was scrounging through the Villa, trying to figure out how to get into the Sierra Madre. Seeker watched, from behind a pillar, through Seeker's glowing green goggles. The Wastelander was gripping one of those strange metal things, that shot metal. It was small, black, and dangerous. Seeker had seen other of Seeker's kind die from that thing, their arms and legs blown off. Seeker tried to move closer, a knife spear in Seeker's hand, ready to strike. Hunt, capture, turn, hunt, capture, turn. Seeker accidently hit a rock with Seeker's foot, causing it to hit the boot of the Wastelander. He spun around and shot Seeker in the shoulder. Seeker's head hit a rock, and everything went black, then back to green, like all Ghost's sight. Seeker wheezed in pain, falling to the ground. Seeker's spear dropped to the ground, and rolled away. "Y-you freak! Y-you want my treasure! Y-you can't st-stop me!" He cried out, taking out a cosmic knife, edging closer and closer to Seeker. Seeker felt something, a . . . Seeker couldn't describe it. The feeling like . . . Seeker was facing imminent danger, and didn't want to. Seeker was feeling . . . feeling . . . F-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-fear. Seeker was very much scared. Seeker had never felt fear . . . Seeker had never felt! Seeker was feeling so many things, Seeker felt Seeker's chest make a strange thumping motion, Seeker felt afraid of the Wastelander, Seeker felt the pain from Seeker's wound, Seeker felt! But Seeker didn't have time to take in these new feelings. Seeker crawled back against the wall, trying to get away from the Wastelander. The Wastelander made a swipe with his blade, nearly hitting Seeker. Seeker, reacting, kicked the Wastelander in the shin. The Wastelander dropped the black thing, grabbing his shin in pain. Seeker gazed at the thing,the device that hurt so many Ghosts, and then . . . grabbed it. Seeker stood up and pointed it at the man, like Seeker had seen other people do so many times. Seeker pulled back the hammer, the Wastelander looked down the barrel of the police pistol, his eyes widening, Seeker pulled the trigger. . . .
Seeker ran through the lone Villa library, grabbing books, any books, that were readable. There were few, but the ones Seeker did find had so much to tell. Seeker found a nice patch of light, under a lap, sat down, and began mentally reading the book. Seeker had been in the library for quiet a few days, gorging through every book Seeker could. Seeker started out learning to read with a simple book called "Go Dogs Go". Seeker didn't know what a dog was, but from the pictures, they were fluffy, drove weird machines called cars, and were . . . were . . . Seeker opened another book, a book with lots of words and their meanings. Seeker stopped on the word Seeker was looking for. "Cute", thats it, dogs are cute. After that book, Seeker grabbed and read every book Seeker could find. Seeker very much wanted to learn . . . about everything. And Seeker learned so many things from reading. Seeker knew math (Two+Two=Four), Seeker knew science (Seeker tried to potato clock, but couldn't find a potato), Seeker knew how to spell (Seeker wrote on the walls of the Villa for practice), Seeker even learned how to draw (Seeker drew funny cartoons under the desks). Seeker liked to learn, and Seeker learned more, the more Seeker read.
Seeker also took another thing from the Wastelander, a weird device called a Pip-Boy 3000. Seeker could do so many things with it, after Seeker read the manual. Seeker learned, that there were other places than the Villa, than the Sierra Madre. A place called the Mojave, a bigger place, with no red cloud, no crazy Wastelanders, and no "treasure". Seeker liked that. Seeker knew Seeker was different, the other Ghost's didn't have thoughts, or dreams . . . or even slept. Seeker liked sleeping! Seeker liked it a lot! Seeker could dream while Seeker was asleep! Seeker liked dreaming even more than sleeping! Seeker's dream were about big skies, nice people, and big cities. Cities full of lights. Seeker knew Seeker couldn't stay in the Sierra Madre, not anymore. Things were different now, Seeker . . . Seeker had . . . had . . . Seeker was Seeker! Seeker wasn't Ghost People, Seeker was Seeker! Seeker made up Seeker's mind, Seeker was going to run away! Far away, to the Mojave! Seeker opened and read a book about outdoor survival, and another book about how to survive in a post-apocalyptic world (Seeker thought it was funny). Seeker even played a ComPuter game called "Wasteland", so Seeker knew what to expect (Seeker found by accident, and had to time Seeker's self, so Seeker wouldn't rot Seeker's new found brain!). Seeker grabbed a duffle bag, filled it with bullets, repair parts, trade items, random things, and books. Seeker couldn't speak but . . . Seeker knew Seeker couldn't speak, so Seeker would have a hard time communicating with normal people, but . . . Seeker had to get out, Seeker had to know more. Seeker wanted to see the blue skies, and the nice people, and even the big cities!
Seeker grabbed Seeker's knife spear and headed to the pavilion. A man with a white beard and odd robes ran through the pavilion, a big blue . . . or maybe purple creature followed behind. Seeker hid behind a pillar, watching silently. The man had a gleam in his eyes, the kind of gleam that those Wastelanders had when they wanted something so bad . . . they were willing to kill freinds, partners, . . . family. Seeker didn't have a family, Seeker never had a family. But Seeker read about families, in books. Seeker would very much like to be apart of a family. Seeker suddenly remembered something important! Seeker waited for the man and his big friend to leave, then, Seeker ducked into a manhole, giving the thousands of Ghost People one finally glowing gaze. Seeker often was disheartened (a word Seeker just learned) that Seeker's kin couldn't share in Seeker's new found individualism, in Seeker's new found need to know, in Seeker's new found emotions. They trudged through the streets like zombies, never doing anything else. Just hunt, capture, turn, hunt, capture, turn, hunt, capture, turn. Seeker shook those thoughts away. Seeker didn't like that Seeker did bad things to people, Seeker didn't know better. But Seeker was determined (Another new word!) to make up for it. Seeker looked at they all, the thousands of blank, empty, mindless Ghosts that filled the sewers of the Villa. Seeker would find a way . . . a way for them all to be free, like Seeker. And Seeker would find it . . . in the Mojave.
Seeker looked back, at the Villa, at the Madre, one last time. Seeker was leaving the only home Seeker knew. Seeker felt, oh what was the word! Seeker took out a pocket version of the book with lots of words. "Sad", Seeker felt sad. But Happy too! Seeker liked that word, happy. Seeker felt that a lot over the past few weeks. Lots of happy . . . Seeker felt joyous. Seeker looked at the name tag Seeker made, which had "Seeker" scribbled on it. Seeker felt proud, happy, . . . Seeker felt grand. Seeker opened the gates . . . and made the first step of Seeker's new life.
So this is my fer sure Fallout New Vegas/ Fallout 3 story! With my fave creature eva, the Ghost Seeker! What will Seeker do next? Where will Seeker go? Who will Seeker meet? . . . Is Seeker a girl? Or a guy? All this and more in the new GP Super Original (YES IT IS! I checked, no one has done this! Go me and vanity) Series, Ghosts in the Wind.
The wind rushed in through the open windows, whistling a sharp note that fell to a soft melody. The white flowered curtains stopped its waltz, but its hem still moved like billowing waves. My eyes caught the bushes where flashed the ruby-colored raspberries. For a moment, I thought they were roses, the comforting sight of them making me smile. The flicker of hope vanished.
The birds' joyous chirping brought back my smile, and I quickly crossed the bedroom to stand in front of the windows. Closing my eyes, I let the warm wind gently stroke my cheeks and play with my hair. My mind flew back to our farm, beyond the forests and rivers, away from the noise and the people of the city: three days of hard travelling from where I stood. Again, like ever so often back home, I was standing on my balcony where the stems of the roses clung, spiralling upward. When I reopened my eyes, I expected to see the familiar land that would stretch like an emerald carpet in front of me and the pale, yet purest blue sky meeting it at the horizon, but I all saw was the garden of our new house. There was a fountain at its center, a small waterfall on the right side, and along the paths made of grey stones were all kinds of vivid colored flowers. The garden was circled by small bushes of raspberries, and the eccentricity of it made me laugh.
If Mother knew the thought that crossed my mind, she would certainly say that it wasn't ladylike. And if she could ever read my mind, she would be horrified, for my thoughts largely surpassed the limits of those of a well-educated demoiselle. Mother has always taken great care in teaching her three daughtersGrace, Claire and me, Amabellethe manners of a lady. From our early age, we had to learn how to behave properly, which demeanor to adopt in which circumstances, and the etiquette rules, all lessons we had to abide by. My sisters and I would try in numerous ways to seek escape, but Mother was tireless in accomplishing this task. We were daughters of a farmer, and really, what would this knowledge serve to us?
When we were young, Mother would tell us about her meeting with Father as our bedtime story; it was Grace and Claire's favorite. Her eyes would brighten up, and a faraway smile would cross her lips.
Mother came from a wealthy family, and has always known that she was to marry a man who shall have the qualities highly regarded by her dear parents. That is, this man had to be a gentleman, and who shall, when they will be married, give her happiness, and her, in return, shall give him children and accomplish the duties of a wife. And Happiness comes with a wealthy husband of a good family background, lavish gifts to give and to receive, a high social status and a luxurious house with a well-trained household of domestics. This was the happiness that Mother longed for, and the only one she knew of, that is until the day her path crossed that of Father's, and were to be bound forever.
Father was working as a bookkeeper for Grandfather. They met on the night Grandfather, who was impressed by Father's merchant skills, decided to invite him for dinner. At first glance, Father has fallen under Mother's spell, though she had done nothing but look at him in a most certainly shy and ladylike way.
Mother told us that he later said he was stricken by her beauty, mesmerized by the joy of life in Mother's eyes, taken aback by the radiance emanating from her. During every course of dinner, Father stammered stupidities, though he wanted to impress Mother, which only made her laugh. She said that it was the first time she ever met a man of so kind a heart, with yet, so much intelligence. He was spirited and humorous, though headstrong and modest. But Mother loved Father just as he was: she loved how he would try to get her attention in the silliest ways, make her laugh, and her most cherished feeling of all, make her happy.
They would often meet under the pretext that Mother needed Father's help to judge the poems she wrotethey were both great lovers of literature. Soon, Mother discovered that it was only with him that she could find happiness. Unfortunately, her parents weren't of the same opinion.
And here comes the dramatic yet happy ending: they ran away together, and found refuge in the country land. Mother would always end the story with the same sentence: "We lived happily ever after and had many children." At this point, Grace would add: "Beautiful children." And in her usual habit, Claire would follow with her own comment: "Sweet-looking children."
I would stay awake long after Mother has kissed us on the forehead and graciously walked out of our bedroom, quietly closing the door. Without doubt, Grace and Claire would be lost in their mushy rêverie, but already, questions popped out in every corner of my head. Although Mother's story revealed the reason why she accorded such a grand importance to the education of her three daughters as ladiesbecause of her own backgroundthere was this part of the story that I never quite understood, a part that seemed too much unrealistic for me.
Father fell in love with Mother at a single glance, because of her beauty. This thought infuriated me and was the reason why I didn't like the story. After all, only a person's interior beauty counted. Wasn't that what my parents have always told me? In my child's mind, I would then question myself: "Could our interior beauty be reflected upon our looks?" Then, if this was the case, that would make Grace and Claire interiorly beautiful, but not me.
Grace was born on a morning of winter, cradled in its arms while the winter wind was chanting a lullaby, and the world was covered by a white and shining cape. Branches were frozen by glass-looking ice, and delicate snowflakes were dancing a ballet. When Mother finally took her firstborn into her arms, she was startled by my sister's white skin, like the pure yet cold snow outside, her pale blue eyes like the winter sky, and her faintly pink colored lips. It was then that Mother decided to name her Grâce, for already, she seemed to possess the grace and enchantment of winter.
Unsurprisingly, my sister grew into an elegant and refined young lady. Her hair fell like a magical drapery that was as dark as the night itself, but that had yet the brightness of the stars. She had eyes of the color of an icy blue sky, where you could read no torment or fear, but only the cold tranquillity of the winter sky. On her nearly snow-white skin, her lips of a pale pink shade and her healthy cheeks were the unique signs that denied her from being a creature of the tales.
As for Claire, she came to the world on a spring afternoon, while the sun was setting down and painted the puffy clouds in shades of red and yellow. She was welcomed by the chorus of the birds, the flowers bowing in reverence to a warm wind and the luster of new life in the green midst outside. She had eyes as clear and bright as a square of blue sky, a peach colored skin and cheeks of a warm and lively shade of red. Plunged in the rays of the sun, she radiated life and color. She was given the name Clairethe French word for "clear"for she was as luminous and pure as spring.
And unsurprisingly, her laughter has the sound of a rivulet of bells. In her eyes sparkled the rays of the sun, and she carried with her the energy and light of life. She had fair and glossy hair, and on her face showed the blend of her two different personalities: a headstrong and willful girl and also a lively and kind-hearted young lady.
However, I was an exception to all this beauty, and there was nothing in particular that rang for my arrival. I wouldn't be surprised if Mother added to my birth a bit of glitter to make it less dull. I was born neither in the morning nor in the afternoon, but right at noon, when, supposedly, the sun was to be high in the sky to spread its warm rays. Nevertheless, it was a cold day of autumn, and a blinding fog still hung outside, trace left by the rain that had lasted the whole night.
Mother said that on the day of my birth, time itself slowed down its course: the nearly translucent droplets outside seemed like crystals hanging in the cold air. Golden and ruby-colored leaves covered the grass and paths in different patterns. Although the clouds hovering in the sky were grey and dark, they slowly made way for the sun, as if a mighty being was welcoming my birth.
Whether time slowed down or notthough I've always thought that Mother must have suffered greatly if it hador if the clouds really made way for the sun or if there were beautiful leaves rather than leaves soiled by the water turned to brown because of the earth, I certainly wasn't representative of that day according to the description of Mother.
My first hair was of a fair colorone could have made a link with the golden leavesbut with years, they quickly changed to brown of their own willwhich I think, it's certainly due to the fact that the leaves were brown indeed. However, Mother would say that although my hair is brown, they are a warm color and even have a tint of auburn. At this comment, Grace would always say that it was certainly due to the mixing of the golden and red leaves with the brown dirt. Even so, my eyes seemed to have been cursed by the same fate: they were a dull brown to which Mother has given the name caramel.
Fortunately, though my features weren't as beautiful as Grace's and Claire's were, they were what Mother would call "charming", Father, "lovely", and my sisters, "pretty". That is, I have never been able to judge when comparing myself with my sisters. And I rather not, preferring to be charming, lovely and pretty than anything else.
I was named Amabelle after my aunt. She was the only member from Mother's family who kept in contact with her and Mother carried her dearly in her heart. The nameof Latin rootsmeant amiable and loving, and I molded myself to suit it as best as I could, just like how my sisters' name suited them. In other words, I grew up into a caring young lady, kind-hearted and sweet, mostly thinking of others and rarely for myself, or so it seemed to my entourage. As soon as I left childhood, I dutifully applied myself to be a model daughter, never questioning the words of Mother, and always following her instructions. If I was not a beauty, then I shall be the loveliest lady.
Although my sisters and I were taught all there was to be taught about ladies, we were still daughters of a farmer, a reality that was, as unfortunate as it may be, inescapable. We did our daily chores such as cooking, cleaning, scrubbing, washing. We helped our father, took care of the geese, pigs and hens, and we milked the cows. As hard as those tasks seemed to be, they were part of our life and built our small world.
During all those years, though we lived happily, my parents cherished a common dream that they've kept for themselves: to return living in the city. They both loved the crowd, the noises and light, and the glamor that the city brought.
I believe that Mother must sometimes miss her life as a lady. Back then, she had nothing to worry about but what clothes to wear, how to fill her days and which rumor to believe. I believe that Father also look back at his youthful days, when there wasn't so much hard work awaiting him daily.
For all these long years, they've put aside a part of the money they've earned. It was a letter from Aunt Amabelle writing to us to come back that changed everything. Acutally, it wasn't the letter or even Aunt Amabelle that suddenly changed the course of our life; along with it was a letter from Mother's family's lawyer. Grandmother left the world not very long ago and was now followed by Grandfather. Their deaths greatly struck Mother, and for days, I saw her weeping quietly.
Mother left the city as a young lady, and now twenty years later, she was to come back with her initial statue restored; as the only child of her family, she inherited everything. The following weeks were spent packing. Although Mother was still mourning for her parents, there was a new liveliness in her; her smile wouldn't leave her face, and a sparkle was always in her eyes.
"You won't have learned all the lessons I've taught you for nothing!" she said cheerfully. Later on, while we sat in the kitchen, drinking our tea, she looked quietly at us and murmured: "Living in the city has its own rules. You will have to follow them closely. You might find it hard at the beginning, but with some time, you'll get used to it. Moreover, you're all coming of age."
On the last sentence, Mother looked at Grace, and she smiled back at her. I threw an inquisitive glance at Claire, but she only laughed. "We'll certainly find a winter prince on a black stallion for you, Grace," she said, giggling, at which, I nearly choked on my mouthful of tea, and burst out laughing. When we were little, we all dreamt about our prince charming, and Grace would never fail to look outside the window, far away, her eyes dreaming and a smile hanging on her lips.
Mother gave Claire and me a reprimanding look. "Hush, go back to your packing, girls!" Claire and I laughed and ran upstairs, while Grace yelled at our backs, forgetting all her manners. "Wait 'till I get you, bitches!"
"Hush! Go back to your packing!" yelled back Claire while stifling her laughter.
"Believe it or not, there was an age where Michael Jackson was a god." ~Douglas "The Nostalgia Critic" Walker, Moonwalker Movie Review
"I think Dave Chappelle said it best: he made...Thriller." ~James "The Angry Video Game Nerd" Rolfe, Moonwalker Game Review
"Michael Jackson buries them all!" ~George Carlin
The music world lost a legend today... At one point, he was considered a god among men. He serenaded the world with his smooth voice... Dazzled the world with amazing dancing skills... And won over the hearts of millions.
Now...all of that is but a fond memory. As the King of Pop...has died.
Though he may be gone in flesh and blood, His soulful spirit will continue to live on. Aspiring musicians and music artists will carry the torch, And older music vets will, somehow, pay homage to him.
RIP Michael Jackson - August 28th, 1958 to June 25th, 2009
It seems like this year is the year that superstars are fading from existance. First Dom DeLuise, then Wayne Allwine, and now...Michael Jackson has left us.
Alright, so he's not in the same line of work as DeLuise and Allwine, but he's still a huge name worth mentioning. I won't deny it, as a music lover and an aspiring musician, I think Michael Jackson's one of the most influential musicians out there. Even through the jokes and public flac he's received over the past few years, many people still think of him as an iconic person. And when I heard that he died at age 50, I was just...astounded. I thought he still had more in him; a LOT more. But fate can be a cruel thing sometimes, and...it was today.
So this is my little homage to the King of Pop. I may make a music video using one of his songs as further dedication, but for now, this'll do.
Rest in Peace, Mr. Jackson...your spirit shall live on forever.
(NOTE: Any Michael Jackson jokes will be marked as spam; choose your words carefully.)
Butterscotch's Adventures in Equestria Part 4starring Butterscotch Sundae, Princess Luna and about a dozen other magical little ponies
Luna stepped onto the podium and cast her huge cheerful green eyes across the assembled guests.
"Thank you all so much for coming!" she began. "I know the party's only just started, but I thought I'd like to get all the formalities out of the way first, if I may." She turned to the old silver-maned butler standing beside her and looked at him with mock exasperation. "Apparently it's compulsory that every royal engagement have a formal component to it!"
The butler nodded once, his serene expression unchanged.
Luna turned back and continued. "I'm so sorry that it's taken me so long to formally thank the Elements of Harmony for their courageous efforts on my behalf. You all risked your lives to undo the great evil that my jealousy and selfishness had wrought and prevented a titanic disaster from befalling our beloved Equestria. So let me just say this thank you, Generosity, Honesty, Laughter, Kindness, Loyalty, and of course Magic!" She grinned brilliantly at Twilight, who dropped her gaze, smiling nervously and blushing. "Without you, we would at this very moment be wreathed in darkness without end."
"It was sooooo totally our pleasure, Princess!" shouted Pinkie Pie. "You're so much nicer than that mean old meanie-pants Nightmare Moon!" The other ponies stared at her in horror, but Luna merely chuckled indulgently.
"Oh thank you so much, Pinkie Pie," she said, her eyes glittering in pleasure. "I don't think I could have stood another thousand years without laughter!"
"Yay! Laughter! Woohoo!" cried Pinkie, throwing a foreleg into the air.
Rainbow Dash shook her head in exasperation and groaned. "Augh!"
Luna continued. "But that is not the only reason I have called you all here tonight. I would also like to take the opportunity to announce the formal resumption of my duties as Princess of the Night. For too long my older sister has been burdened with the responsibility of managing both day and night it's time for me to once again do my part to keep Equestria running!"
There were surprised murmurs throughout the crowd, but soon the assembled ponies were all stomping their hooves on the ground as they applauded pony-style as Luna bowed modestly.
When the applause had died away, Luna again spoke. "But I can see I've already stolen away too much of our precious party time with these stuffy formalities," She glanced at the butler and inclined her head. "So sorry to disappoint you, my dear Sterling Silver!" He made no reply but bowed low, a gentle half-smile on his face.
"So let these be my final words," Luna said, and then, stepping forward to the edge of the podium she threw her forelegs up in the air and shouted: "Let's dance everypony!"
At once the lights flicked off and we were plunged into total darkness but after an eternity, which must really have only spanned a single heartbeat, the floor began to flash with multi-coloured squares of light as a huge disco-ball in the shape of the crescent moon descended from the ceiling. It caught the light from the dance-floor below and, shattering it into a million rays that flickered across the walls of the hall, it painted the coats of all the awestruck ponies with sparkling polka-dots of a thousand different shades.
On the opposite side of the room, where the quartet had been, there was an explosion of smoke and a brilliant flash of laser effects (although it was probably magic rather than real lasers, of course): starbursts of pink and blue arced across the room, and we could all hear a heavy bass beat start up from somewhere within, and when the smoke dissipated the quartet had vanished and in its place was a DJ's stand and behind it a unicorn pony wearing purple goggles and oh, who am I kidding? You all know who I'm talking about it was DJ PWN-3! The bass heartbeat ended in a blast of orchestral fanfare and a sample of Princess Celestia saying "Send them to the Moon!", and then she started her set with a song I immediately recognised as PinkiePieSwear's remix of Giggle at the Ghostie.
All of this transpired in just a few seconds, and we were all still standing there dumbfounded when Pinkie leaped onto the dance floor and slid across it on her knees. "What's everypony waiting for?" she cried. "You heard the Princess everypony DANCE now!"
She hopped onto her hind legs and started kicking her forelegs out like a Cossack dancer in time to the beat, and moments later Luna flew down to join her, laughing, and taking up the little pink pony's forelegs in her own the two were soon dancing like you often see mothers and their young children dance hoof in hoof and swinging around in a circle as Pinkie squealed in pure delight.
This final squeal seemed to have finally broken the ice, and there was a miniature stampede as everypony joined them and even I did, for ignoring my protests Soarin had pulled me onto the dance floor. Now, I have to admit I'm a pretty bad dancer, but here on the Moon, full of sugar and silly from all the sarsaparilla I'd drunk, I found all my inhibitions fall away and soon I was shaking my groove thing with the best of them. Soarin winked at me, and arched his eyebrows up and down, and I blushed red and hot under his gaze.
Spike, totally adorable in his little tux and top hat, was gyrating his hips next to me and he shouted over the music. "It's awesome to have somepony else with two legs around I was getting pretty sick of being the only one!"
"Doesn't Owlowicious have two legs?" I shouted back.
Spike's face straight away fell, but when he saw me stifling a giggle he started to chuckle.
"Aw Connie, you're almost as bad as Pinkie Pie!" he said, and then he did the mashed potato over to where Rarity was.
The rest of that night was an amazing blur of colour and music and unrestrained fun it'd been so long since I'd given myself over to just totally enjoying what I was doing without the added effects of alcohol and I was taken back to being a little girl, eating too much fairy bread and red cordial at a friend's birthday party and just running around mad like a dog let off its leash.
Soon I slumped, exhausted, onto a chair and looked on the table behind me for something to drink. As soon as I'd grabbed a bottle of sarsaparilla, I turned back to find a big pink butt wiggling almost in my face, a butt that belonged to Pinkie Pie herself! I didn't know whether to blush or to laugh out loud, so adorable was the sight. Pinkie's butt, despite all her complaints about it, was not really all that much bigger than the other girls', but it did have a considerable amount of jiggle to it, and she was more or less giving me the equivalent of a lap dance. But within moments, Pinkie turned her head and noticed that she was almost sitting on me and she grinned.
"Oh come on, Connie!" she cried. "Don't tell me you're all pooped out already! The party's just getting started!" She slipped a foreleg through the crook of my arm and literally dragged me back onto the dance floor.
And somehow, with the little pink pony dancing beside me, I amazingly found a second wind and began moving as if this was my first dance of the evening.
Was this another example of Pinkie Pie's magic? I thought, almost giddy with the joy of the dancing. I hadn't felt so alive and unself-conscious in a long, long time.
When DJ-PWN-3's set was finished, her magically-amplified voice boomed out across the hall: "This is DJ-PWN-3 leaving the floor open to requests so let's hear some!"
"I Kissed a Filly!" yelled Spitfire as she grabbed a blushing Rainbow Dash around the waist.
"Call Upon the Seaponies!" shouted Spike.
"It's Raining Colts!" cried Caramel. A sudden silence fell upon the room, and everypony looked at the brown-coated stallion. Caramel stared back at them, grinning nervously. "Well, it is my favourite song!"
After the requests, the party started to wind down the ponies had taken a break from dancing and were chatting around the edges of the room as DJ PWN-3 played chill-out music. The party must have gone on for hours, I realised, although it was hard to tell with no clocks in the hall and only the stars twinkling ceaselessly outside the great, arched windows but now finally the huge green-blue orb of Equestria had risen behind the great stain-glass window at the top of the hall and it seemed to everypony that the party was coming to its natural conclusion.
Spike had fallen asleep under a table, and Twi was covering him with a blanket, smiling affectionately down at the snoring little dragon. AJ was talking to a bored Soarin over in a corner, a soppy smile on her face, but he glanced at me and gave me a wink that made my face flush. I looked about, but I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that everypony else was involved in their own conversations and hadn't seem to have noticed.
Everypony looked exhausted from all the hours of dancing well, everypony except for Pinkie Pie that is! She was still doing cartwheels and pirouettes on the dance floor, a zany pink explosion of limitless energy. Truly she was Equestria's premiere party pony!
But when she noticed she was the only one left dancing she went galloping around, pulling at pony-forelegs and pushing on pony-rumps, trying to reignite the flagging energy of the partygoers. "Oh c'mon everypony!" she cried, jumping back onto the dance floor. "One last time! Let's do the Pony Pokey! You put your "
"Augh, Pinkie Pie! We've danced it a dozen times already!" groaned Dash, who was slumped in one of the many comfy chairs with a dozing Spitfire's head in her lap.
"How about the Griffon Dance then?" suggested Pinkie, rearing up and flapping her forelegs in the air. "And-a shake-a your wing, and-a shake-a your wing, and-a shake-a your bu "
"Augh!" cried Rainbow Dash. "We've danced that a dozen dozen times!"
But then Luna stepped forward and everypony fell silent and gazed at her. She still looked as fresh as she had when she first made her entrance indeed, the magic of the Princess of the Moon was powerful! She was positively beaming with pleasure, clearly overjoyed at how well the party had gone.
"I'd like to thank each and every pony of you for coming oh, and our non-pony friends as well of course!" She smiled at me and the sleeping Spike. "I don't know about you, but I've had an absolutely wonderful time. I can see we're all exhausted, so please feel free to-" She turned to Sterling Silver and asked him something, and he whispered into her ear. "-'crash' here tonight." Looking confused, she once again turned to Sterling Silver and said "Wait, you did say 'crash', right?"
The butler rolled his eyes affectionately, a soft smile playing on his face as he nodded.
Luna shook her head. "It just sounds so strange," she sighed. "I guess I still have a lot to learn!"
Pinkie suddenly leaped onto one of the tables and shouted: "Yay! After party! Woohoo!"
"Augh!" cried Rainbow Dash.
Luna went to go, but then she turned back. "Oh, and we'll be having waffles for breakfast tomorrow! See you all then!" And then, with a rousing fanfare and a flash of light she was gone.
"Yay! Moon waffles! Woohoo!" shouted Pinkie.
"Augh!" cried Rainbow Dash.
Everypony was exhausted but happy and we chattered together as the butlers escorted us to our individual rooms. Soon it was just me left with Sterling Silver, and he turned and opened the door to the guest room I was to sleep in with his telekinetic magic. "Please feel free to freshen yourself up, Miss Hayden," he said in his warm, stentorian voice. "The Princess would very much like to share your company for some tea in her study, if you would like to." He indicated the little gold bell that was floating in the air just inside the door. "When you're ready, please ring the bell and you'll be taken to the Princess right away."
I stepped into the room and stared at the wondrous little thing, but when I turned back to thank him, he'd already vanished. Butler magic! I shook my head. Equestria was going to take some getting used to. It seemed that I'd have to get used to being in a permanent state of surprise.
I looked at the opulent room, my mouth wide open. Against the left wall there was a impossibly old wardrobe, the wood intricately carved with all sorts of mysterious creatures I noticed griffons and hydras and dragons, but there were many more I couldn't identify. But best of all there was a four poster bed!
Since I'd been a little girl I'd always wanted a four poster bed. My dad had nailed a wooden frame onto my ordinary bed and hung some curtains from it, but it hadn't been the same. And now here was a real one! I squealed and leapt onto it but then immediately rolled aside when I noticed that a dress had been laid out on top of it and I was in danger of creasing it.
I slipped off the bed and lifted the dress up. For a second I had the terrible feeling that it was going to be a pony's dress, maybe one of those intended to reveal a nice, pert rump. But I needn't have worried it was made to human dimensions, of course. Luna might be cheeky, but she was still an attentive host. Did she have human visitors often, I wondered?
The material itself was absolutely exquisite. It felt impossibly light it wasn't silk, but it resembled it in texture and the smooth way it fell. The dress itself resembled a long-sleeved cheongsam and was crocus yellow, decorated with swirls and filigrees of cocoa and chocolate brown. But as I admired it I realised what the colours meant, and I laughed out loud. Luna, Luna, Luna! I shook my head. How in Equestria did she know about Butterscotch? She really was the ultimate prankster!
I put the dress back on the bed carefully and as I did I noticed that there were pajamas folded on the pillow as well. These were far more homely, made of blue flannelette and emblazoned with silver embroidered stars standard issue for guests, I guessed. I wanted to slide straight into them, but I realised I hadn't washed for quite a few hours and was still sticky with sweat from all the evening's dancing. Besides, I was going to see the Princess, and wearing pajamas just would. not. do! no matter how informal a princess she was. So I leaped in the shower, where there was shampoo which literally exploded into a thick foam of apple-scented bubbles and vanilla soap that made me smell like a cupcake if I hadn't been having tea with the Princess I doubt I ever would have left it! but when I did finally drag myself out I was feeling much fresher and smelling a lot sweeter as well.
I was sitting on the bed naked and drying my hair with a wonderfully fluffy towel when I heard a knock on the door. I skipped over and had a quick glance through the little spy-hole and saw that it was Soarin. He'd obviously also just got out of the shower as well he'd changed into a striking blue dress-blanket and was busy slicking back his still-wet mane.
I stifled a gasp of surprise and shouted "Coming! Just a minute!" as I wrestled myself into my new dress (luckily Luna had also provided fresh underwear as well, which I'd found in the little dresser they were little boy-shorts, yellow as well, edged with cocoa-brown lace and extremely comfy!), brushed my hair into a semblance of order then threw open the door. Soarin stood blinking in surprise at me and then his eyes travelled up and down before he finally got control of them again and coughed.
"Uh, hi Connie," he began, shifting his weight a little from hoof to hoof as he talked. "Look, sorry to just kind of knock on your door unannounced but I was just going to take a walk along the battlements and get some fresh air, and I was wondering if you'd like to join me? Uh, AJ was telling me that Equestria is full tonight and that it's a really beautiful sight and " He trailed off and looked down at his hooves as if they were suddenly the most fascinating things in the universe.
I found his nervousness absolutely charming and I was blushing when I replied "Oh, I'd love to Soarin, it's just that " But when I saw how suddenly crestfallen he looked, thinking he was getting the brush off, I quickly babbled "No, I really would love to take a walk with you. It's just that the Princess has invited me to have tea with her and "
Soarin suddenly brightened up, and he smiled at me with flashing eyes. "Hey, it's cool. I understand totally. Some other time then? You're going to be staying at that bakery in Ponyville, right? Sugarloaf-something?"
"Sugarcube Corner," I replied, grinning back at him. But then I suddenly felt a little guilty flirting with this handsome stallion. "Look, Soarin," I sighed. "I've got to level with you. I'm kinda involved with someo pony at the moment "
His face flickered, but he masked his disappoint well. "Pinkie Pie?"
"Oh no!" I laughed. But the thought made my heart leap, I must admit. "No, with a human filly er, girl. At least I think we're in a relationship." Had Esther and I ever really talked about it? I suddenly realised that I'd assumed a lot from that little note on her coffee table.
Soarin noticed my vacillation and he nodded, smiling. I guess he knew something was up. "Aw, that's no problem. I don't want to come on too strong. I'd still love to hit you up sometime and take you flying as friends. Would that be OK?"
I nodded. "I'd like that!" I leaned down and hugged him, smelling the same apple shampoo I'd used as his soft mane rubbed up against my face.
Blushing, I finally pulled away and Soarin grinned at me. "Gnarly! It's a date then." He turned and started to trot away, but then he turned back. "Those colours, Connie they totally suit you, you know."
"Thanks," I said. "And blue's definitely yours as well, Soarin. I guess 'cause it's the colour of the sky?"
"That must be it!" he chuckled. "Anyhow, I'll be seeing you tomorrow for waffles anyway."
"I wouldn't miss moon waffles for anything!" I laughed.
I watched him as he trotted away down the corridor and then I slipped back inside my room and closed the door, my heart beating fast. Esther wouldn't mind me going flying with Soarin, would she? I mean, there was no harm in it, right?
But what about AJ? Would she mind?
I was suddenly bombarded with images of being tied up with a lasso in an apple cellar and left for dead. I reeled with the confusion of emotions, so I quickly hopped over to the little floating bell and rung it before I could get myself into any more trouble.
It straight away chimed in a series of pure gold notes and then it vanished in a puff of gold dust that spread out and enveloped me, and when I waved it away from my face I realised I was no longer in the guestroom but in a high-ceilinged study. I looked about, dizzy and a little disoriented, at the huge arched windows open to the night sky on every side and then at the roaring fireplace and a huge rug where a silver tea service was sitting on a tray.
"Thank you for accepting my invitation," came Luna's unmistakable voice from behind me. "Did you enjoy the trip?' I turned to see her stepping out from behind a little desk beside which there was a telescope and a huge intricate clockwork globe. She was stifling a giggle.
I stared at her, but I couldn't help but laugh. "Another prank?"
She nodded, a strangely shy and apologetic smile on her face. "I'm so sorry. I know I really should try and be a lot more serious, but being stuck by yourself for so long makes you look for ways to pass the time and amuse yourself." There was a sudden sadness in her eyes. "I'm afraid it's become a bit of a habit and one that my sis doesn't really approve of."
"Thank you so much for inviting me, Y your Majesty," I said, curtsying again. In the gorgeous dress she'd left for me it came off a lot more elegant than my earlier attempt. "And for being so kind to me, as well." I indicated the dress.
"Oh, think nothing of it! And please call me Luna!" She walked over to the rug and sat down. "Will you join me? I take it you enjoy tea."
"Of course, Princess Luna!" I knelt down on the other side of the rug from her.
"Oh, just plain old Luna will be fine," the Princess laughed. Then, with magical energy flickering about her horn, she levitated the teapot over to me and poured a stream of dark red-black tea for me into a cup. I took it gratefully as she poured herself another.
"This tea is from the Islands of Morning, the easternmost part of Equestria," she explained, watching me intently as I took a sip. "It's the place where the sun first touches land and the volcanic soil there grows some of the best tea on the planet."
I nodded in interest. The tea was refreshing it was scented not unlike the bergamot of earl grey or perhaps cloves, but it had the overtones of a citrus fruit not unlike yuzu, and as I drank I felt my tiredness slipping away.
"It's a most refreshing tisane, isn't it?" said Luna, sipping her own tea. "You know, I usually prefer very basic stuff while I was imprisoned here on the moon all I ever wanted was to be able to taste hay fries again!" Her eyes went wide. "Oh, what a huge craving I had for hay fries! But the one expensive taste I have is for a nice tea. You can make tea out of Moonflowers, of course, but it'll knock you out in ten seconds flat." She arched her eyebrows and I realised she'd just made a joke, so I laughed politely. I'd decided that what Luna's personality reminded me of most was a charming mixture between a bubbly little sister who's always trying to impress you and a cool maiden aunt who's lived a crazy, adventurous life and is just now trying to learn how to settle down.
But as I looked at the sweetly smiling Princess I realised I had to get something off my chest. "I'm so sorry to have just barged in so unannounced, Luna. To the party and to well, the Moon, and Equestria as well."
Luna smiled. "As soon as I laid eyes on you I could see that you have a kind heart, Connie. And those with kind hearts will forever be welcome in Equestria. Besides, nopony with hostile intentions can come anywhere near my castle." She took another sip of tea. "So you travelled here via the Mirror World?"
"Yes," I replied. "At least, I think so. I mean, Pinkie pulled me into a mirror and I ended up here." I moved the teacup away from my lips and nursed it for a moment. "So all that strange whiteness was the Mirror World?"
"Part of it," replied Luna. "That whiteness is the Light of Creation which still flows throughout the Mirror World it's a place where all time and space converge, which is why you can pass between the worlds via it. But it takes somepony who knows the way through experience, or in Pinkie Pie's case, blind luck." She laughed. "You know, the ponies of Equestria call me a prankster, but I'm a rank amateur compared to that Pinkie! I wonder why she chose Earth of all places to visit."
"Well, I guess it's 'cause I tempted her there with a hot sauce-covered cupcake," I explained. I started to take another sip, but I stopped when I suddenly realised something and put down the cup. "Wait I have to ask you something, Luna. It was my friend Esther she's from the human world who told me how to summon Pinkie Pie. She must have come to Equestria before. Do you know her at all?"
"Esther?" Luna shook her head. But a sudden troubled look fell on her face. "I haven't heard of any other humans appearing in Equestria since the times of Meghan and the Heroes of Dream Valley. How odd! I must ask Tia about it."
We continued to chat and sip tea for a short while, but Luna's mind was obviously elsewhere and she seemed to be becoming increasingly perturbed by my mention of Esther. The next time there was a lull in our conversation she suddenly turned to me with a serious expression on her face and began: "Miss Hayden-"
"Oh, please call me Connie," I replied. I couldn't stand the thought of addressing Luna without her title while she called me Miss Hayden like one of my students.
"Oh, of course Connie, there's something I'd like to do, with your permission." Luna was uncharacteristically hesitant and I saw a sudden embarrassment in her teal eyes.
I put down my tea. "Of course, Luna," I said, concerned. "What is it?"
"I think I need to know more about your friend Esther," she replied. "And I'm afraid that I'll have to step into your mind to learn it."
"Step into my mind?" I frowned. "Will will it hurt?"
Luna shook her head quickly. "Oh no, not at all! It's just that entering another being's mind is a very intimate act, and I'm very sorry to ask to do it, even though we've only just met."
"So how do we do this?" I asked. "Pony-human mind-meld?"
Luna laughed. "I don't know what that it is, but I think I can safely say it's not that. No as you know, I'm not just the Princess of the Moon, but also of the Night I'm the one who brings dreams to mortal ponies. And part of that power is the ability to enter another's dreams."
My eyes went wide. "And so you'll be able to see what Esther looks like from my dreams?"
Luna nodded. "Dreams are merely a patchwork woven from one's memories, after all."
Memories? I suddenly blushed. "Um, Princess I think you should know that Esther and I were well, friends." I was about to say girlfriends, but I'd been doubting that for a while now it sounded more and more like wishful-thinking on my part and I was embarrassed to say it out loud. "Intimate friends?"
"Oh, I would never wish to intrude upon any part of your memories you weren't happy to show me, Connie," Luna reassured me. "You'll be in complete control. It is your dreamworld after all!" And then she winked. "Besides, there's nothing I haven't seen in my two thousand years of existence!"
I looked around. "Um, do I have to lie down and just go to sleep or something?"
A tiny little smile flashed onto Luna's face, and I suddenly realised I'd seen that smile somewhere before except that time it had been mocking rather than playful. "Well," she said. "You do need to be asleep of course, and I'd usually give you some moonflower tea or whatever, but there's a quicker and easier way to do it." She stepped up so close to me that her huge green eyes were a hand's breadth away from mine and I could feel her breath, cool as a night breeze and smelling of a floral scent not unlike jasmine.
I involuntarily stepped back. "A and what's that?"
Luna stopped. "I could just give you a kiss." She giggled. "Soporific kisses are another of my powers as Princess of the Night!" But when she saw my reaction of surprise, she looked suddenly crestfallen. "Oh, I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have even suggested it. I guess it must seem strange for a human to kiss what appears to be an animal in your home universe. I-"
But I interrupted her. "It's not that at all, Princess." I lowered my eyes. "It's just that you're a Princess, and I'm well, I'm me, and you're " I looked up at her. "You're so beautiful," I whispered.
Luna's eyes flashed in pleasure and she laughed and again there was that crescendo of pure tinkling as if the night sky were full of tiny bells that were all ringing in happiness. "Oh, Connie, what a lovely thing to say! I'm I'm afraid I may start blushing. But perhaps you would prefer me to take a more familiar shape, perhaps?" She took a step back. "Say, like this one?"
Luna reared up onto her hind legs and twirled about in a graceful pirouette on hoof-tip, spreading her wings out widely as she did. The feathers began to sparkle silver-white, and as the glow spread across her whole body she wrapped her wings tight around herself and with a flash of light Luna the pony was gone and standing in her place was a young woman.
She was slender, and surprisingly petit the top of her head only came up to my neck, and I'm not a tall woman and with almost no bust at all she looked like she was little more than in her early teens. A glittering imperial-blue robe with all the weight of a breath of wind was draped around her and as she stepped towards me it slid about her like mist, adhering to her adolescent body, and at times parting to reveal skin so perfect and unblemished that it resembled that of a porcelain doll, and so pale a blue that at first I thought it was white, but it held the dream of blue at its heart, like glacial ice. Her hair was the night-blue of her pony-mane, and it framed her childlike face in a tufty bob that made her look even younger still. And those eyes! Wide and almond-shaped and the same teal-green of the pony Luna, they glistened between rows of dark black lashes while below them was a button nose and a tiny cupid's-bow of a mouth gently parted in a pixyish smile.
Suddenly she hopped onto the tips of her bare toes and pirouetted again, giggling with joy and her voice was that of the pony Luna's, except perhaps even younger, produced as it was in the tiny chest of the elfin-form she now possessed. "Oh, it's been forever since I've taken this form!" she squealed. "I'd forgotten how it feels to be bipedal." She skipped in a small circle, obviously enjoying the feeling of having two legs, and then she suddenly turned her sparkling eyes on me and winked. "So how do I look as a human, Connie?"
"Luna, you look " I found I literally could not take my eyes of her and I sighed. "You look so beautiful." I knew now how her subjects must feel around her, presented with a divinely perfect representation of their own form. When Luna had been a pony the full effect had been filtered for me as a human, although of course the effect of her entrance had still been absolutely breathtaking. But now, enduring the full onslaught of her immortal beauty, I felt as if I would fall to my knees and start sobbing.
"So, shall we do this?" Luna skipped up to me and stood on tippy-toes to reach my face, but as she leaned forward to kiss me I shied away. Part of me craved the touch of her lips, but another, warier part, feared that I wouldn't survive them. And she looked so much like a child that I felt suddenly uncomfortable, despite knowing that she was in actuality thousands of years old.
"Luna, I-" Every molecule of my being demanded my obedience and it was an emotional agony for me to contradict her, but somehow the words came. "If you don't mind too much, perhaps we can kiss while you're in pony-form?"
Luna looked up at me, disappointed, but then she stepped back and shrugged. "Of course!" she said, good-naturedly. And then she clapped her hands together in sudden pleasure. "Oh, you must want to know what it feels like to kiss a pony! I'm so sorry I guess I was being a little selfish."
I blushed, and the truth was that I was strongly curious about what it would be like to kiss a pony.
Luna looked at her hands and body and sighed. "OK, I'll change back but I'm definitely going to take this form again soon. Perhaps I can visit your world for a bit sometime, and you can maybe oh, I don't know," She was suddenly impossibly adorably shy. "Show me around? Earth must be a lot different from how it was when I was last there!"
Last there? "Oh, you've been to Earth before Luna?"
She nodded. "Yes! But just for a trip well, I guess you could say it was more a get-away." She giggled, but then her face was serious. "You see, things between me and Celestia were rocky for a long time before I ever became well, you know. I needed a break."
And then with a flash of light the little girl was gone and Luna took on her original form, if indeed her pony form was her original after the apparent ease of her transformation I'd started to have my doubts. She flapped her restored wings and sighed, not unhappily. "But oh, this form is so nice and comfortable! And I guess it's better this way the quality of my kissing might have been affected by being in human form!" She stifled a giggle with her forehooves, then trotted up to me.
Now that she was tall again, I had to lean up to look into her eyes, and she had to lean down, and soon I could feel that cool breath against my lips again and it seemed as if my entire skin began to tingle at once, a subtle, heatless flame coursing along its surface.
"I'm afraid I haven't kissed anypony for a while," said Luna. "So I may be a bit out of practice "
My heart leapt up in my chest. "Uh, when was the last time you kissed somepony? A thousand years ago?"
Luna laughed. "Oh, of course not! The first thing I did after getting out of my prison, well, the first thing after eating a huge plate of hay-fries at my welcome-back party that is, was kiss somepony."
I opened my mouth to ask the obvious question, but Luna just shook her head. "I'm afraid that's a secret," she said, good-naturedly. "But she won't be jealous if I kiss you, so don't worry."
She? I opened my mouth to say something, but Luna had already leaned forward, her mane draping around the two of us.
"You smell just like a cupcake," she murmured. And then I felt the warm lips of a pony touch mine for the first time. And it felt just like-
TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 5
Connie Hayden's Fairy-Bread Recipe
You will need: Slices of white bread Margarine Hundreds and Thousands
Remove the crusts of the white bread, and then spread with margarine so that the whole surface of the slice is covered. Sprinkle on Hundreds and Thousands. Slice bread into small triangles and serve with red cordial for maximum sugar-fuelled insanity.
Next time: Pinkie Pie's Most Favouritest Hot-sauce Cupcake Recipe Ever!!!!
Rowen Thanatos necesitaba algo en que distraerse, así que aprovechó que una feria ambulante visitaba su poblado. Había visto que todo estaba tapizado de los anuncios del Carnaval, anunciaban que sólo estaría una noche. Así que Rowen decidió salir de su casa esa noche. El chico de cabello castaño caminó hasta la entrada de la feria, casi todo el pueblo se encontraba allí, Rowen comenzó a caminar por el pasillo principal, caminaba a paso lento y con la curvatura de su cuerpo, lo hacía lucir un tanto extraño; no era normal que alguien tan alto caminará así. Él se dedicaba a observar, sus ojos color ámbar veían como la demás gente compraba comida o participaba en los juegos. ¡Hey tu! ¡Si tu, el chico moreno! Dijo uno de los vendedores, Rowen lo volteó a ver ¿No te interesaría probar tu puntería? ¡Te ofrezco 3 tiros al precio de uno y podrás ganarte uno de estos premios! indicó el vendedor y señaló diferentes muñecos de peluche. Gracias Pero no dijo Rowen. ¡Vamos, no seas tímido! El vendedor puso una pelota en la mano del chico Te regalo un tiro, si logras tumbar esa pirámide de botellas te llevas un peluche Rowen no muy convencido, tiró la pelota y para su sorpresa logró derrumbar la pirámide ¡Sabía que lo lograrías! Ten, este es tu premio indicó y le dio una rana de peluche. El chico tomó el peluche y lo guardó en el bolsillo del pantalón. Rowen continuó caminando, al final del pasillo se encontraba el Carrusel, se podría decir que era el centro de la feria. El chico se detuvo a admirar el juego mecánico. Los pequeños niños parecían disfrutar del paseo, algunos iban con sus padres, también había gente mayor sentada en el carrusel disfrutando de las vueltas. De pronto, Rowen sintió un escalofrío y notó como una especie de humo negro se paseaba entre los caballos, no era normal ¡Sonríe! dijo una voz. El chico saltó del susto y miró a sus espaldas, una payasa del Carnaval se había acercado e intentaba llamar su atención Perdón, ¿te asusté? No Es que tartamudeó Rowen. Pues deberías estarlo murmuró la Payaso con una voz un tanto profunda. Rowen la miró un tanto extrañado y en eso alguien había chocado con él. Bajó la mirada y notó que era un niño, parecía tener 9 o 10 años, su cabello era ondulado, al grado de verse esponjado. Perdón dijo el niño y continuó con su camino. Rowen lo siguió con la mirada y notó que había corrido hasta llegar con un Payaso. Este payaso tenía el cabello naranja y un saco verde muy largo, lo que resaltaba era la cantidad de globos que traía, los niños lo rodeaban y a cada uno le daba un globo. De pronto, Rowen notó algo. "Eso Eso no es normal" pensó. Los globos que estaba repartiendo comenzaban a tener caras, rastros de sangre y demás detalles que los hacían lucir muy tétricos. Cuando el payaso volteó hacia Rowen, el chico notó que el Payaso de los Globos tenía sangre en su rostro, su mirada era penetrante y aterrorizante justo como su sonrisa. El Payaso le entregó un globo al niño que había chocado con Rowen, pero había algo muy raro, el globo que le dio era naranja y era diferente al resto, para empezar, tenía 7 tentáculos. Un globo, muy especial dijo el Payaso con una tétrica voz. El niño tomó el globo y se retiro. Rowen seguía con la mirada al niño. En eso, él sintió una mano en su hombro. Sálvalo murmuró la payasa de hace rato, el chico la miró un tanto extrañado Él corre un gran peligro, así como tu La payasa lo soltó y se fue dando brincos. Rowen comenzó a buscar al niño y entonces lo pudo hallar por el globo. El niño se detuvo en un puesto para comprar un hot-dog, así que el chico alto aprovechó para hacer contacto con él. A mi igual me da un hot-dog Dijo Rowen al vendedor, él miró hacia abajo y notó que el niño lo veía con asombro Hola, ¿qué tal? ¡Wow! Eres demasiado alto dijo el niño con asombro ¿Cómo le hiciste para ser así de alto? No tengo idea, niño respondió con una sonrisa Soy Rowen, ¿cómo te llamas? Uh Bueno dijo un tanto apenado. ¿No debes hablar con desconocidos? Así es ¿Vienes solo? preguntó Rowen. No, Papá y Mamá fueron a un juego, dijeron que los esperara aquí dijo señalando una banca que estaba frente al puesto. En eso el vendedor les entregó sus respectivos hot-dogs. ¿Te importa si te acompaño? el niño negó con la cabeza, ambos se sentaron en la banca y empezaron a comer, luego de un rato Rowen habló Bonito globo Uh, me lo dio el Payaso, dijo que era muy especial. Si puede ser dijo, ignorando el hecho de lo tétrico que era el globo. Me llamo Miguel mencionó el niño. Gusto en conocerte, Miguel dijo con una sonrisa. Los dos terminaron de comer, en medio de su plática; una voz los interrumpió. ¡Damas y Caballeros! ¡Bienvenidos a este lugar comenzó a decir la voz Un lugar donde encontrarán diversión, aventura y misterio! ¡Un lugar que jamás olvidarán y estará presente en todo momento! ¡Bienvenidos a este CARNAVAL! De pronto el suelo cimbró, Miguel y Rowen se asustaron. Ambos voltearon a ver y vieron como la gente iba abriendo paso, alguien se estaba acercado, poco a poco fueron visualizando a un Señor vestido de rojo, traía sombrero y su bigote se unía con sus patillas. Y claro, bienvenidos: Miguel Pereira y Rowen Thanatos dijo con una sonrisa, los dos miraron con asombro y terror al Señor Los estábamos esperando De pronto, los dos chicos quedaron rodeados por los payasos. ¡¿Qué es lo que quiere? ¿Cómo sabe nuestros nombres?! preguntó Rowen un tanto alterado. Lo siento Sr. Thanatos, pero mis asuntos no tienen nada que ver con usted dijo el Señor, en eso los payasos tomaron a Miguel y otros tomaron a Rowen, ellos hicieron que el chico se arrodillara y lo sujetaron con fuerza Ahora, si me disculpa, tengo asuntos que hacer con el aura del chico. ¡No! ¡Suéltenme! gritaba Miguel mientras daba patadas en el aire, los payasos lo llevaban hacia el Carnaval, mientras que el resto de la gente comenzaba a caminar y salía de la feria, Rowen notó sus miradas, parecían estar en un estado de trance. Los payasos continuaban agarrándolo con fuerza. Tenía que idear algo para zafarse de ellos. Con todas sus fuerzas, Rowen se levantó de golpe y dio una patada voladora que noqueó a sus captores. Había que agradecer todos esos años de entrenamiento con la capoeira. El chico corrió para alcanzar a los payasos que llevaban a Miguel. De igual forma, dio un brinco, golpeó a uno con una pata y al otro con un puñetazo en el pecho. Rowen tomó a Miguel, lo cargó como un bulto en su hombro derecho y comenzó a correr. Siempre tiene que ser por las malas murmuró el Señor de rojo. Con un golpe al suelo con su bastón, unas cosas negras salieron del carrusel, parecían tentáculos. Estos comenzaron a moverse como una serpiente para perseguirlos. ¡Rowen! gritó Miguel, él podía ver todo lo que pasaba, Rowen volteó a ver y vio como el tentáculo negro venía tras de ellos. El chico comenzó a correr aún más rápido y creyó que era conveniente dar vueltas inesperadas para perder a su perseguidor. Pero no contaba que era más de uno los tentáculos que los seguían. En eso Rowen tropezó y cayó. Miguel había caído frente a él y parecía haber quedado inconsciente. Miguel murmuró Rowen, se arrastró hacia él, pero en eso un tentáculo negro agarró y envolvió a Miguel y comenzó a absorberlo. El chico se puso de pie y trató de alcanzar al niño, pero los tentáculos ya lo habían absorbido. Llegaste tarde dijo una voz, Rowen volteó a verlo, era el Señor de Rojo Pero descuida, cuidaré bien de él y tu No recordarás nada En eso tres tentáculos se incrustaron en el pecho del chico y después se movieron, parecía que lo habían descuartizado. Rowen soltó un grito y de golpe se incorporó de su escritorio. "¿Qué?" se preguntó. "Sólo Sólo fue un sueño" dijo y trató de tranquilizarse, estaba sudando. Entonces se percató de que se había quedado dormido frente a la computadora. "Sólo fue un sueño" se repetía constantemente para calmarse, cuando el chico tocó su muslo, sintió un bulto en su bolsillo, extrañado sacó lo que estaba allí. Con una mirada de terror observó el objeto. Era una rana de peluche Idéntica a la que soñó
Bueno, este es un regalo para por su cumple, todo con un inmoral y escandaloso atraso XD
Feliz cumpleaños Shadow!! Espero que te guste! La idea principal era sólo el dibujo, pero al verlo se me ocurrió que podía escribir un Spin-off XD
Así que aquí está! Espero te guste todo tu regalo! El dibujo luego te lo paso para que lo veas a buen tamaño XD No tienes idea de cuanto sufrí para hacerte el cabello! Jajajaja, bueno, espero te guste!
ESTE ES UN SPIN-OFF No tiene nada que ver con la trama del cómic Carnaval, es un producto de mi imaginación para acompletar el regalo de Sahdow.
Anime Villains, we love em and we hate em, but most importantly we know them because they can be remembered for their asshole natures, so thats why Im going to make a list of my top 20 Anime Villains, why Top 20? Because a Top Ten is too damn short, so lets begin the Top 20 Anime Villains.
20. Itachi from Naruto, now I know a lot of people will be upset hes so damn low, but to be fair he lost points in Shippuden, another ruined named thanks to Kishimoto. Itachi was bad, he was infamous for killing his whole family and had the incredible skills to back up such infamy, he was calm, smart and had some pretty broken moves, and was a major role in the series up until his unsightly and unneeded death. He will be missed
19. Rokuda Mukuro from Hitman Reborn, Mukuro was basically Lex Luthor but as an anime character, mostly brains and not so much brawn, true he was somewhat strong but he wasnt say as strong as other villains this list will contains, but he makes the list simply for his smug attitude, his ability to mind fuck people and for being a heavy planner.
18. Souther from Hokuto No Ken/Fist Of The North Star, Souther was one of the many assholes that Hokuto No Ken gave us, much like Ambia and Jagi, but he makes this list for two reasons, 1 he actually beat Kenshiro in one fight, a feat thats nearly impossible and 2 he is the cause of one of the saddest scenes in an anime, the death of Shuu, think about it, he cut Shuus legs open, forced him to climb a 200+ foot Pyramid carrying a 2-3 ton stone, forcing little kids and women to watch, and saying if Shuu doesnt place the stone theyll die. To add to the ass he kills Shuu after he does reach the top only to have his blood adorn the pyramid. You dont get much more asshole then Souther.
17. The Death Note, no not Light, the Death Note itself, think about it, with this book you become Kira, and can kill anyone you wanted, everyone has someone they want to kill, and pent up rage, this Note uses that, first it starts with 1, then 2, then more and more until you kill everyone. Its power drives men mad, thats why it has a place in this countdown.
16. Elder Toguro from Yu Yu Hakusho, This is the smaller one for those who kept confusing them, Elder Toguro was plain and simply a smug bastard who you wanted dead, but couldnt because hes hard to kill, he can move his organs wherever he pleased and could heal himself and manipulate his body into a weapon, he was cruel, heartless and more importantly he knew how to get into peoples heads.
15. Raoh from Hokuto No ken/First Of The North Star, hes one of the cases of Good characters gone bad, Raoh is somewhat jealous of Kenshiro being made the Successor of the Fist of the North Star, which he wanted to use to conquer the heavens themselves, Raoh was always strong, even as a child he climbed up a mountain single handed with his brother in the other arm. As an adult he became Ken-Oh and started to take over the Armageddon world and even at one point wanted to kill his brother Toki. Though a tough call due to his somewhat honorable nature he still makes this villain countdown
14. Freiza from Dragonball Z, now Freiza makes this list for being notorious as the first True Villain of the series, he was feared by many, destroyed planets with his finger, and was all around scary when he was first introduced to us. His forms easily brought us fear as he did terrible things each and every transformation did something to prove his evil, his first form impaled Krillin and beat Gohan, his third nearly killed Piccolo and his final form killed Dende, Krilln, Vegeta, almost killed Piccolo again and destroyed Namek. He was truly one evil bastard.
13. Toguro, yes the Muscle one. He was one of the greatest villains of the series, he was a dark figure that sent chills when you saw him, he was badass, beheading a man with a kick, blowing ones head off with his middle finger and he single handedly killed an entire team of demons alone with less then half his strength. His goal was to actually find a challenge because he was so powerful, forcing Yusuke to push himself well and beyond anything he imagined, and even after he died he personally asked for the worst form of torment Spirit World could give, Toguro has a wallet that reads Badass.
12. Lucci from One Piece, of all the One Piece Villains Lucci is one of the best, he was cold, emotionless and best of all didnt need some overpowered Devil Fruit, all he could do was change into a Leopard yet still kicked ass, the man may be on the Good Guy Side but he killed 500 hostages just to kill his target, and not to mention made Luffy fight to near death, plus he was one well dressed mother fucker, dressed to kill I guess.
11. Aizen from Bleach, now if anyone deserves a spot in this countdown Aizen does, why? Because he is one overly planning, cunning and confident mother fucker in the series, he planned his own death, was secretly working behind everyones backs for possibly centuries betraying many and plotting too often, and even the most cunning of ideas are mere whims to him, not to mention he had power, possibly on par with the leader of the 13 Captains himself, and thats without showing his Bankai, you know you want more Aizen.
10. Griffith from Berserk, talk about A-class asshole, kills most of his trusted and loyal soldiers, took out his closest friends eye and his arm, raped another friend and latter best friends lover, thus deforming the unborn child with his demonic powers and for what? Some fancy demonic powers. Now true Griffith SEEMED good, but everyone missed the signs, he killed any he thought needed to be killed, or those or tried killing him, he worked in the shadows and was already one clever and naughty bastard, and hes only number 10 people only number 10
9. Gantz from Gantz, Okay this may be a stretch and I never really SAW the series or read the Manga but from what I can tell from Gantz the Abridged series he tops Griffith is assholeness, he takes those that died, and forces them to fight Aliens, doesnt give them any other reason other then the fact hell kill you if you dont, so its basically Kill or Be Killed yeah doesnt sound like a real nice machine?
8. Naraku from Inuyasha, this bastard gets high points for being the stingiest bastard EVER, seriously almost nothing could kill him, and he was one evil bastard making puppets of the dead, making demonic servants to do his bidding, he did so much itd take a while to count, but he makes a very big impact in the anime world for being a target to so many yet living for so long. Sometimes being stubborn works kids.
7. Any Diclous from Elfein Lied, okay yes I spelt it wrong and maybe I never saw the series but from what I can tell theyre all heartless bastards that want to kill anything that lives, just because they got picked on as kids, big fucking whoop, no need to want everything dead.
6. Crocodile from One Piece, now he HAD to make it no matter what, Croc was one badass heartless mother fucker, he mixed Lex Luthor, Sandman and Captain Hook if he was an anime character and mixed it all into one. He was cunning, forcing Over a Million people to fight in a civil war, putting people in nearly impossible situations to escape and making so many people miserable. Not to mention he beat Luffy not once, but Twice, something no other villain has yet to do in the series, and without even being around them improved the One Piece fighters a lot, simply by having good henchman choice. Sadly he doesnt make top 5, but hes close.
5. Kid Buu from DBZ, now this DBZ villain gets high on the list because hes simply a beast, he doesnt have a mind, hes only a weapon to kill, and one that did his job well, he was overly powerful, could learn and adapt moves, was nearly impossible to kill and was creepy with his evil mindless laugh and those weird eyes. A threat to the universe he could have easily destroyed it had Goku not destroyed him.
4. The Milfiore family from Hitman Reborn, now of all anime factions Id say this is one of the largest, and pretty powerful, even managing to kill Tsunas older self, bringing the World to his knees and brought the future lives of the Vongola family members to ruins, and then some, true they may be split themselves but the true Milfore rules with one badass Iron first.
3. The Dark Gundam from G Gundam, much like the Death Note the Dark Gundam seemed to have a mind of its own, taking control of many with its promises of power, even someone as welled trained as Master Asia was swayed by it, and to kill it every surviving Gundam in the series pulled together to destroy it, now when you need at least 20 Gundams to kill 1, you KNOW you have something badass.
2. The World Government from One Piece, yes another faction, I know this was supposed to be a single list but this isnt something taken lightly, the World Government represents the American government as is (dont shout Im Born and breed here too), cruel, misplaced honor, greedy, corrupt, selfish and looks away from true pain to save face value, they let slavery go on as a daily thing, dont care for the very nations aligned with them and all in all are just Dictators that dont get up unless someone goes against them.
And the Number 1 Villain in anime goes to
The Earl Of Millennium from D. Gray Man, this is by far the biggest bastard that every lived, by far. Why does he make number 1? Simply because his doucheness, he comes to people who lost loved ones, tells them he can bring them back, only to have those loved ones he brings back kill those who call them back and wear their skin and become Akuma, his slaves that he uses as weapons to kill any. He doesnt care who he kills, men, women, children, old ladies, he doesnt give a rats ass he just kills them keeping his big ass creepy grin on his face. To make matters worse he manipulates as many humans as he needs to help him in murdering others so he can have an Akuma army. Earl of Millennium you are by far the Biggest Douche in the Universe, screw Al Khan and that fake Psychic you are douche, ass, evil personified.
YES I KNOW I HAVEN'T UPLOADED SHIT IN SO LONG. Sorry, Writer's block can be a bitch, no worries I'll come back, but for now i thought I'd try something diffrent, I made a top 20 list of what I say is top 20 anime villains, why Top 20? Well because 10 is too short and I'm not ThatGuyWithGlasses so I won't go 1 step beyond.
There are some spoilers to some anime, so be warned.