Bright lights in fields of Roses

by Thekeirens

Rating: teen
Tags: Slice of Life, Dark
Length: 1060

The story of (ex)Commander Bright Storm as he pays the price for making a tough call. But is it all bad?

Bright Storm, thrust into guard training at a young age, he has became one of the most well known Commanders in the whole of Equestria. He loves what he does. But don't let that fool you, he doesn't enjoy killing and with that weakness he is persuaded to let a great "evil" live and must suffer the consequences! It can't be all bad, right?

Rose… A normal abnormal mare with abnormal skill when it comes down to a fight, or ordering idiots around…

And Mystery…. You're run off the mill physchotic angry mare!

Rated teen for possible light gore and occasional sexual references. Nothing too graphic but It's still going to be there…Note: This is the brainchild of a roleplay I did with a friend of mine. tags shall be added as I progress through the story.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-07-11 17:20:02 UTC

Prologue part 1/ Everyponies favourite introduction

I paused at a junction in the dark passage and held a hoof up, signalling for the three guards behind me-  which I'd hoofpicked earlier- to stop and ready their various weapons. I peaked cautiously around the corner! I saw four sets of green eyes slowly moving towards us and immediately brought my head back into cover. My crimson tail whipped to the left, indicating that there were hostiles!

The four changeling guards came out of the chitinous hallway and we pounced silently. My armored hoof collided with ones throat as another one found it's head missing due to the bat-pony's wingblades! Two balls of crackling energy shot over our heads, taking out the other two changelings, quickly and silently. I noticed the larger changeling that'd taken a ball of mana was lying in a pool of some unexplained liquid with a huge lopsided smile on it's face.

Me and the blood drenched bat-pony turned towards a now blushing unicorn as his companion glared at him. He shrugged. I turned towards the tunnel, and making sure to step over the puddle, we advanced through the side tunnel. I noted several things about this tunnel. For one, it smelt musty, almost like an old library and the chitin coated walls were shinier then that of the previous hallways. they almost seemed to shimmer under my gaze. As we shuffled silently deeper I noticed the walls were no longer visible in most places due to large bookshelves, brimming with books!

**Rose**

I jumped the fence, easily keeping pace with the Perpetrator! He fired a bolt of mana at me but I rolled out of the way, keeping my pace. He tried to pull my legs from under me but I easily placed a shield in the way of his telekinesis spell, causing his channelled mana to collapse inwards, trapping it in his horn and causing it to burn for a short period! He fell to the ground, clutching the smoking appendage. I slowed down to a trot and approached him smugly. "Nice try Church but you're still a bit sloppy with your magic use. If you hadn't tried that you might have lasted out longer than Flare but as it stands, he holds the record." I hold out a hoof and help him up.

"Thank you ma'am!" He says rather calmly considering the amount of pain the damage to his horn would be causing him at this point...

"...You should get that checked out...." I say quietly, pointing a hoof accusingly at his still burning horn.

"Maybe later ma-" I cut him off.

"Now!" I shout!

"YES MA'AM!" He runs off in the general direction of the Ponyville hospital.

I sigh and begin the trot back to the royal guards barracks...

**Bright Storm**

I take cover behind a bookcase, wielding a fire gem! The others were dead.... Taken out earlier by an ambush... I myself had a long scrape across my left side.

If I get out of here alive....

Calm down Bright... Also, it was kinda your fault...

As if I'd listen to you...

I am you.

SHUT UP!

I hear several sets of hoofsteps and charge the gem with pure mana! I toss the explosive around the corner and wait for the fireworks to begin.

A changeling cries out, warning it's comrades of the "grenade". It explodes, throwing light across the dark interior of the hallway! I trot confidently out of my hiding spot and trot up to a bloody body. It writhes slightly, giving me the confirmation I need to stomp on it's head.

I continue my confident trot down the hallway. Another changeling drops from the ceiling and immediately finds itself dead, with a horn sized hole in it's neck. I eventually found myself standing before a large wooden door. I attempted to push it open, to no avail! I then stepped back and prepared a ball of flame(my special treat) which I than proceed to fire at the door! The flmaes spread out evenly against it, dissipating slowly...

"WHAT THE BUCK?!"

Calm down Bright....

I look around, CALMLY for an entrance. And I find none... I curse silently and trot back down the hallway, checking the bookcases for secret entry points...

**Mystery**

"Flare..." The orange Unicorn turned to me.

"I know it's in there..."

I facehoof and step back, preparing to ram the door. "Are you sure?"

"Yes... My idiot sense told me!"

I gave him a weird look. "Idiot sense?"

"Yeah." He said. "Rose told me that's what it's called..."

"You are an idiot..." I rammed the door, easily breaking through the lock on the green door.

"IS IT IN THERE?!"

I looked into the surprisingly small storeroom. "No. Why'd you want a... What is it you're looking for, again?"

"A slice of cheese..."

"A slice of cheese?"

"A slice of cheese!"

"A slice of cheese?"

"A slice of cheese!"

"A slice of cheese?"

"A slice of cheese!"

"A sli- Just shut up. It's not in here." I gave a thoughtful look. "What's so special about this cheese?"

"It's magic." From the look on his face, I could tell he seriously thought it was special...

"..."

"..."

"You're a unicorn..."

"..."

"..."

"Yeah..."

"..."

"..."

"You can control magic already..."

"..."

"..."

"So?"

I facehoof. It was gonna be a long day.

**???**

I placed a hoof gently through the portal, into a new area. My area. I'd just finished writing the description for it...

A dark room with a table in the corner and a portrait above it. The rest of the room was filled with various contraptions that I won't describe simply because I'll be able to turn into whatever I want later...

I opened my book and flipped to page 132. I changed a sentence slightly, causing the illustration to change accordingly. I chuckled at the image. I could do whatever I wanted in this fictional world..

War is fighting brothers,

War is bombs exploding,

War is crying mothers,

War is bodies floating.

War is following orders,

War is young dated,

War is falling mortars,

War is time wasted.

War is mixed blood,

War is true sadness,

War is wet mud,

War is ultimate madness.

War is innocent deaths,

War is many tears,

War is unwelcomed guests

And they all last for years.

Cody Stephen Heldak