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09/23/11(Fri)02:14 No.29919649>>29919227
The dot turned downward. Then it soared in their direction.
As it neared, they could see it was no plane. It was a winged pony. Bright pink with white mane and tail. She pulled up, flapped, and landed in front of the astonished ponies. "Greetings from the king of all ponies," she said, "I'm Glistening Peace. Who are you, and where may I find your leaders?
"I'm Twizzle Pop, and this is Grassy Green," said Twizzle. "Our herd has about a hundred head, counting chattel and crossbreeds. Which king now claims rights over all ponies?"
"The unicorn, Fallen Leaves," said Peace. "He wishes to meet with all who would work toward the days of old, when hands and feet dominated plants and animals. His magic is powerful, and his will is unbreakable."
Twizzle smiled. "There is no magic on Earth. You spin tales, flying one."
Peace's face fell. "You do not believe me? My wings are a gift from the king himself!" She unfurled their full width.
Grassy swiveled and kicked before the pegasus could rear. Sparks flew, and smoke issued from beneath the feathers of one wing. "Magic?" said Grassy, as Peace stumbled backward. |
