The Ballad of the Two Sisters: Part ThreeThe Coming of the EverNightAnd now the Ballad nears its endThe Ballad of the Two Sisters: Part Three by ~AndroidPudding
And quite a tale it's been, my friend
A story told over a thousand years
Of a lonely princess, forlorn
Of friendship found, lost and reborn
Of love and hate, of laughter and of tears
But enough talk of yesterday
Let's jump from past to present day
And tell of adventures and life-bonds born.
Of six ponies who joined as one
To fight darkness and free the sun
It all began with a young unicorn...Her coat the shade of coming night
Just after the fading sunlight
Twilight Sparkle was the unicorn's name
She was Celestia's student
And it was young Twilight's intent
To prove her worthiness to wield this fame
As a filly some years ago
Learning all that there was to know
Was the only thing on the youngster's mind
She studied morning, noon and night
Under sun's rays or candlelight
For each day there was a new fact to find
She forsook friendship in those years
And the fellowship of her peers
Becoming introverted and awkward
Epilogue: The Half-aversaryEpilogue: The Half-aversary by ~AndroidPudding
“…are you sure I can’t do anything to help? I could…”
Granny Smith gave Macintosh a smack on the muzzle with a wooden spoon.
It was six months to the day. Six months since he’d first seen and fallen in love with Zecora. Six months since Macintosh had made his ill-fated trip into the Everfree. Six months since Zecora admitted she felt the same as he did.
A whole half year.
In those six months, quite a few changes had occurred. Zecora, in the hopes of getting more of a feel for Macintosh’s way of life, asked if she might be taught some of the ways of the farm. She was welcomed with open arms, becoming the student of both Macintosh and his younger sister, Applejack, who taught her the finer points of applebucking.
She managed to surprise Applejack in that respect. The zebra had quite a kick to her.
Zecora had taught the Macintosh and the Apples in turn – taught them what she knew and had learned. How to combine herbs,
Part Four: Quest's EndPart Four: Quest's End by ~AndroidPudding
Zecora carefully pulled Macintosh back into her hut - not a difficult task, considering how terribly thin the once tall and muscular stallion had become. She set him upon her cot and lowered an ear to his barrel. His heartbeat mirrored his breathing - ragged and uneven. He wasn't just exhausted, he was practically dying. She caught a scent on his breath - the scent of berries rotting in the sun. She went cold.
That fool. Eating of the forest without a second thought! And of all the things he could have eaten to sate his appetite, it had to be that...
Macintosh had fallen prey to the toxin of the driftaway berry, one of the most deadly poisonous plants the already dangerous Everfree had to offer, and the final stage of the poisoning was even now beginning to show itself.
She slapped Macintosh's face - keeping the victim awake sometimes raised the chances of survival; at the very least it might give her a few extra minutes to mix up
Part Three: Deep in the EverfreePart Three: Deep in the Everfree by ~AndroidPudding
A small patch of smoke shifted gently at Macintosh terrified shout. An end of the cloud rose, coalescing into a rounded shape. Two triangular wisps rose from the side of the shape and solidified into ears. The shape stretched forwards into a muzzle and diamond-like fangs appeared as the head completed itself. The rest of the cloud rose and lengthened, becoming the creature's body even as the remaining vapors flowed away, becoming four lean legs and a tail. Finally, a pair of amethyst eyes formed, completing the transformation.
The wolf-like creature let out a yawn and stretched. This was a cheocú, a creature of the fey, and in his panic Macintosh had awoken it. It sniffed the air tentatively. It smelled meat, unlike any creature it had hunted. But on top of that it smelled something else.
It smelled fear.
Regardless of where it had come, one thing was for certain - the new creature was afraid. The smell was unmistakable. The cheocú was