Twilight had seen Applejack's farm simply cease to exist in those same torrents of fire. She'd been on the edge of town, returning from Zecora's hut in the Everfree Forest, when she'd witnessed the dark, insectoid shape of their Queen swoop low over Ponyville, thunderous blasts from her horn raking long furrows into the ground. How could we have been so foolish to think that they were gone? There was no way she could get a message out to anypony. Nopony had seen them for hours before the attack. Spike was missing, and the Elements of Harmony along with him. Princess Twilight Sparkle was hiding under the round table on the ground floor of her library, waiting for the end to come. Now there was only the silence of the dead and the low roar of a thousand fires running their terrible courses. Those houses that hadn't been demolished outright into glassy craters stood as skeletons. Unidentifiable debris and the mangled remains of ponies littered the muddy streets. The town hall burned high, crowned with eerie green flames. After a moment they all vanished, eleven being pulled into the mute gold aura of a magical teleport, the last engulfing itself in dragonfire.Ĭelestia drew in a deep breath and closed her eyes. Twelve neatly folded letters slipped into them, and then the envelopes were sealed with the precision of an army marching in parade. Just before the dawn, and all the royal duty that entailed, twelve envelopes appeared from out of a distant bureau, dancing through the air and lining themselves up in a neat row under the influence of Celestia's magic.
She had been sat like this for hours, her haunches parked on an enormous red velvet pouffe, unmoving except for her eyes, which darted back and forth between what she was reading and what she was writing. Larson's Illuminating Illusions sat spine to spine with The Sad Clown: One Thousand Ways to Laugh and Are You There, Celestia? It's Me, Star Swirl The Bearded.ĭei Ex Sol was humming quietly, writing with four quills simultaneously. Her desk, polished over the ages to a deep black hue, groaned under the weight of numerous books and papers, each more bizarre and contradictory than the last. It was just after midnight and Princess Celestia's private study was awash with the makings of a scheme. "Things Revealed by Rude Statues Or Out of the Mouths of Foals".Sweet is the Night, Dark is the Day Or Things Unbidden.Devotions Upon Emergent Occasions Or The Double Pelvis Shuffle.Deus Ex Machina Or the God in the Machine and the Machine in the God.Pleasure Domes Are For Sissies Or Kubla Khan's Revenge.For the Greater Glory of (the many) God(s) Or The Use and Abuse of Linguistic Concepts.Flight Mechanics Or Airs Above the Ground.Minimum Safe Distance Or Party Fireworks.Ground Floor: Ancient Relics, Dirty Secrets and Blood Meals.Sand Won't Save You This Time, Twilight Sparkle.Confessions of an Equestrian Opium-Eater.The Sapir-Whorf Hypothesis as it Relates to Equestrian Macroeconomics."The whole thing is quite bizzare (sic), really." - Pharohman777,. Pre-reading and editing by Luna-tic Scientist Cover art shamelessly stolen from wikipedia and crudely edited in Paint "I don't know what NoeCarrier is on but he needs to stay on it." - herdlesspony, Reddit. But when she finds out that the divine are unaffected by mere mortal liquor, she must track down and brew the booze of the immortals themselves The Ninety-nine Nectars of Princess Luna.
The Ninety-nine Nectars of Princess Luna Or How Twilight Stopped Worrying and Learned to Love Her Wings by NoeCarrierįirst published 27th of July, 2013 Twilight must hunt down the booze of the Goddesses if she is ever to get drunk again, following the discovery that her divine biology is unaffected by the usual stuff.Īfter an ill-conceived stunt by Princess Celestia goes horribly wrong, and Twilight truly realises the ramifications of her recent apotheosis to Goddess-hood, she goes for the only thing in her life that's ever given her relief – the bottle.
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