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04/04/11(Mon)12:49 No.24839395
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It had been seven centuries since she last saw her sister.
In that time, the lands of Equestria had prospered. Advances were made in magic, in technology, in learning and agriculture. The dragon, griffon and zebra kingdoms lived in peace with ponykind. All was well.
I recall that there was no moon on the night when Celestia summoned every last pony in Equestria to that barren field. Perhaps this was intentional. Perhaps she did not want her sister to see what she was about to do.
We stood there, millions huddled together, waiting for our princess. When she appeared, it was in a magnificent burst of light. She stood before us, and suddenly it seemed as if it were almost daylight. There was a look of apathy on her face.
Her horn released another flash of light, and suddenly my mane turned red. I looked around. Half the ponies in the crowd now had red manes; the others all had blue manes.
"Children," said the Princess, her voice booming throughout the sky itself, so each pony could hear her as though she were standing directly before them. "Listen well."
The air was unnaturally still.
"I have divided ponykind into two groups: red and blue," she said. "You are now at war with each other. You will continue to fight until every last member of one group has been killed."
There was total silence for one terrible moment. Then, from the front of the crowd, a young Earth Pony with a red mane spoke.
"My brother's mane is blue," she said.
"I know," said the Princess.
"Why do we have to do this?"
"Because you are mortal," said said, "And I am bored." |
