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Conference - Chapter 01Conference
By Tony D.
A.K.A. The Trefoiler
Chapter One: Conference
The moon was rising over serene, lamp-lit Ponyville. Under the twinkling stars, the denizens of what many might call this ‘back woods’ town in central Equestria were settling in for a good night’s rest. Among the holdouts however, was a certain unicorn who lived above the Golden Oak Library.
At first glance, the tree (the titular ‘oak’) was indistinct aside from the fact that no other tree quite like it grew in town. The hefty trunk clothed in smooth bark and the wide, leafy branches made for a spectacle all their own even before one noticed an array of yellow-lit, circular windows and a trio of sweeping b
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Untitled Short StoryWhooves held on to the yolk of the Cessna as it glided ungracefully downward. The whole plane clattered and shook, wind screaming around places where it had been un-aerodynamicly damaged, which helped to further tear it apart. Chunks of metal and plastic flew from the craft as it made it’s decent. Whooves held the yolk down as far as it could go, praying he could make the distance to his destination. As the ground came rushing forward, he saw it. The train was approaching the intersection fast, possibly too fast. Maybe he was too late…
He held stern and let the yolk slip a little forward in his hooves. This was it. He could make out the train tracks now, the warning lights and the cars stopped by the warning gates. He closed his eyes and let himself go limp.
The Cessna hit the pavement in the right lane, but thirty feet too early. One of it’s broken wings cut off the top of a car in the left lane. The plane was no where near to stopping, however, and had lost none of
Stormy's Log 1Sergeant's log, 10/29/997
Last Thursday, with my promotion to sergeant, the prince has decided to transfer me to Fangbreaker fortress at Bastion City. There was not to be troop movements from Beakbite to Fangbreaker for the oncoming month, so I was left to fly on my own if I wanted to get hunkered down before winter set in.
The journey was long and tiring, but I flew it in one stretch, avoiding most of the flurries. I seem to be a long distance flier, and while I severely lack speed, I make up for it with stamina. I traveled light, as I had sold most of my things, to be replaced when I entered the city. I did see a few wolven here and there, mostly those who had been sent on small raids retreating or bringing gathered information back to Wolvenguard. I did not bother with these few, as my priority was to make it to Bastion City most in one piece, and I could not risk a fight while traveling so light, as I would run out of provisions if I exerted myself in battle.
I made it to the