Shower of MemoriesCRASH!
"AGH! Why can't I ... DO THIS!?" The small orange filly continued to express her rage at the current situation. Getting up, she shook her head and walked to the top of a small hill, seemingly for the hundredth time. At the far end of the small hill was an abrupt drop, perfect for a jump start. Scootaloo calmed her nerves again as she thought to herself. OK, try this again. I know I can do it this time I just know it!
Backing up several steps, the restless filly took off with a running start. She ran as fast as her small hooves would go. The gap between her and the little cliff was disappearing rapidly; the dull sound of her steps the only thing she could hear. Seconds later her legs no longer felt the sturdy reassurance of the ground below, but instead only air.
Determined, Scootaloo beat her tiny wings as fast as they would go. Her efforts were in vain, for gravity began to grasp her body and tug the filly back to earth. Relentless as ever, sh
Cleansing FireA deathly cough rattled out of a pony as she winced from the pain. Walking was becoming too much of a hassle, so she decided to lie down on the cloud instead. The sun was at its zenith. Soon it will be time to get ready. Spitfire coughed again, this time shaking her entire body with the effort.
There is only one other time she felt like this, near the Mare of Death. It was long ago
A bolt of red and orange streaked across the field as a little filly slammed into a large stack of hay. "Oh what the hay?! I've done this trick plenty of times!" exclaimed the little filly as she got back up. A young colt trotted up, "Haha, so you keep saying yet none of us have ever seen this fancy trick of yours!"
"I swear I have! A double corkscrew mid dive with an upturn isn't too hard!" Spitfire exclaimed while shaking off random bits of hay.
The little colt smiled, "The Spirited Spitfire always has been the most reckless thing born with wings."
Spitfire's face contorted wit
A Long Road to UnderstandingThe wind felt good against my skin, even if it felt warm. Anything to help ease the desert heat in this run-down town. I look over the dashboard of my nondescript car and gaze at the dull black paint slowly peeling away, scraps fluttering in the breeze. I mindlessly stare at the bland, black road ahead of me as I drive, the ripple effect from the heat playing tricks upon my eyes. I snap out of the drifting thoughts and refocus at the job on hand.
I got the call several minutes ago, an assignment that makes my heart race. After years of training this is the first time my superiors wanted me to kill a man. They sent me pictures: several men, heavily armed, eyes blood-shot, multiple scars and healed puncture wounds in the arm, desperate. A young women, daughter of a senator, tied down and afraid. A hostage situation. My job: sniper support.
My thoughts are steady, but my heart races on as I pull into the area and get ready. I report to the officer in charge and then take my place, a small
A Lonely ShadowShe dashed through the clouds, feeling the cool beads of water speckle across her face. Rainbow Dash flew up into the sky and closed her eyes. A smile formed as the warm beams of the sun shone on her face. It was always such a pleasure soaring the sky! A sudden scream crackled along the air, breaking the pony from her peaceful reverie. Rainbow Dash stopped her ascent and looked around, spotting a tiny figure getting pushed off a cloud. Her eyes widened with shock ... that filly can't fly!
A sudden rainbow bolted towards the helpless filly. Rainbow Dash desperately wanted to blink her drying eyes, but she couldn't afford to take her eyes off the other pony. She gritted her teeth instead. The ground was getting close ... all too close. I won't make it in time! She stretched her body to her limit in order to be as aerodynamic as possible. Her teeth clenched together even tighter, trying to ignore the pain all over her body ... even her wings dug into her body more.
Another shock gr
Momento MoriNovus ordo saeculorum (A New Order of Ages)
It is a time where raw emotions run free. Greed, jealousy, destruction, war, and other heinous deeds run rampant. These are the Dark Ages, no one is safe. The Earth is the neutral side during these dark times, it makes no difference who or what you are, and it bears its fruit and provides for all. But Greed is too great, the races consume and hoard all they can, they harvest the Earth carelessly, caring not what happens. The rivers and oceans sink lower, the plants grow sparse, the animals dying, and minerals are mined. No allowance is made for the effect on the kind Earth. Time for passive providence is over
Natura in minima maxima (Nature is the Greatest in the Smallest Things)
Humankind takes from the Earth, farming, harvesting, reaping ... never giving back, never helping, never aiding. In exchange, the Earth asks for one thing: your Life. For if you were not kind enough to respect the Earth, it will remove the one true gift
Phoenix OrderArion smiled, another successful robbery. He gazed upon the caravan, its wheels studded in gold and gems. The wood finely polished and well kept. A rather wonderful target. He stepped over a few bodies, their blood on Arion's sharp dagger. Hmm, what wonderful loot have I gained today, he thought. Some lovely rings I hope.
The wood did not even creak as Arion hopped onto the caravan and went to open the door. What he saw surprised him, but only for a second. A beautiful young woman sat on the bench inside, quivering from fear. She stuttered as she spoke, "Wha-what do you want? Where is my family?" Arion smiled again, "Dead, all dead." The girl's eyes widened, their blue tint seeming to lose its color. "And as for you, young lady. You will join them shortly." Continued Arion. "Please, Please spare me! If it's the gold you want, take it all, just spare me!" Arion stood motionless for a moment, and then drew his dagger closer to the girl. She continued to beg, "Please! I know
The Kerra"I would not recommend your current line of actions."The Kerra said as he glared menacingly toward a sneering dark elf. The dark elf considered it for a moment then said, "But everyone on Norrath knows that the ancestors of the Kerra were mere mewling felines while the Dark Elves were strong warriors!" After several moments of silence between the two, the kerra slowly knelt to his knees. "Oh good, kneeing before your obvious superior I see?" Ignoring the dark elf, the kerra closed his eyes and aimed his head up to the sky. With arms raised slightly upwards he began to mutter some words. His pure white fur seemed to glow slightly as a small warm breeze blew through.
The kerra done, he slowly stood up and stared at the dark elf. "You do not speak of my ancestors like that." The dark elf wore a sarcastic grin, "And what are they going to do about it, they are dead!" Appreciating the dark elf's ignorance, the kerra slowly shook his head and chuckled. "I would recommend you do anything you