Whispered Rumours, White Lies

by Broken Heart

Rating: teen
Tags: Other, Pinkie Pie, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Original Character
Length: 4757

There are three types of ponies in the world- excluding the royal Alicorns. But due to the appearance of Changelings, ponies have began to doubt,. It's been years since Princess Twilight Sparkle became an Alicorn. And things are getting out of h

Three ponies, none of any special abilities, during a simple dance show, chance upon somepony unheard of to the normal life. And as their life begins to unravel at the seams, assassinations are slowly taking place, nobles are dying, the rich are mysteriously vanishing, only to wind up somewhere else, dead. Entire villages froze over for months on end, only to melt and everypony missing. The four Princesses have no idea what to do, and the environment is spiraling down- not only the random snow falls, but the seasons were changing slowly, as if something was stopping it from happening.
In the middle of it all, was 'Lady P', leading her band of misfits and undesirables against the Princesses, the nobles, and all of Equestria.

Published 2013-10-24 21:00:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-10-30 22:04:15 UTC

Day 26- The Sort of Beginning

DAY ONE

It was midnight. Ponies from all over gathered around the Ponyville square, standing in a wide circle. An earth pony and a unicorn stood on this inside of this circle. Not in the middle, but close enough. One on the left, one on the right. The unicorn had a blue-grey coat and a white and blue mane, both of which were wavy and tangled. On her flanks, three snowflakes glittered coolly.

The earth pony was had a simple, round mirror with a grey scale rainbow flowing from it on her flanks. Her mane and tail were a vibrant shade of purple, and her coat was a less-vibrant shade of that.

The clouds covered the full moon. A white aura surrounded the unicorns horn, and a slight breeze picked up. The crowds looked at each other excitedly, and the cluster of clouds around the moon, moved, so just the moon and a circle of deep blue sky shone through the gap. The earth pony howled, the perfect imitation of a Timber Wolf, and many of the crowd jumped, but they still looked up as a grey shape fell from the sky, spinning. spinning. A few ponies began to move towards the shape, about to aid the falling pony.

Small, shiny shapes shot from the spinning pony, and flew towards them at alarming speeds. And just before the objects hit them, a white aura enveloped each of the objects and held them, still, so they were directly in front of the chests of the ponies. Realization flickered across each of the ponies' faces. The objects were small, throwing knives. Any later and they would be dead. And the falling pony was still falling, unaided.

And as soon as they were about hit the floor, a pair of grey wings snapped out and she was lifted into the air. She began climbing, higher and higher. The unicorn's horn glowed again, and slowly, a trail of what looked like snow followed the climbing pegasus. The music started. A waltz. Dancing in the centre of the circle, high in the sky, was the pegasus surrounded by snow. And one by one, more and more ponies began to dance, the pegasus still dancing at the very centre. The earth pony walked around the circle and coaxed the other ponies to begin dancing. Meanwhile, the unicorn spun spell webs around the group, casting beautiful lights that looked like auroras and causing more snow to fall. Ponies walked out of their homes, and looked around. They saw the dancing ponies, and the snow in the summer, but as they lifted their gaze, higher, through the air-dancing pegasi, they saw the beautiful hypnotizing dance of the pegasus with a grey coat. And soon enough, the entire town was outside, dancing. The snow still fell, the lights still shone and the music played late into the night.

And nearly everypony forgot about the incident with the throwing knives.

Expect one. The hooded pink mare that hid deep in the shadows.

~~~

The sun was already in the middle of the sky by the time Astral Waltz woke up. Missions for the Lady and all. She rolled over, hoping to get some more shut eye before she went back to work.

She didn't realize she was laying on the sofa.

So she fell off. A muffled laugh came from nearby, and Astral rose to her hooves, her nose crinkling in disgust. "Crystal Mirror. You really think it's safe to laugh at a very angry and very dangerous mare?"

There was no reply from the supposed Crystal Mirror. "Fuckin' hell, M. Show you godamned face already." Astral seemed calm, despite the cursing she was spiting out.

"Wash your mouth out with soap, before you speak to me like that, Ass." A blue unicorn with a snowflake cutie mark said, appearing from nowhere.

"You are a hypocrite, mistress Winds." Astral retorted.

"Prostitute."

"Slut."

"Filly-fooler."

"You'll never be the stallion your mother is."

"If you were twice as smart, you'd still be stupid."

"Your family tree must be a cactus, because everyone in it's a prick." And so this went on, like every morning, between the two friends. The continued throwing insults back and forth, shouting quite loudly. The ponies in the room downstairs were used to this and just got on with their lives, as the two mares just yelled insults that varied from very insulting to comical.

"Roses are red, violets are blue. God made me pretty, what happened to you~?" Astral sung as she danced around the clutter on the floor of the apartment they, and Crystal Mirror shared.

"When was the last time you could see your whole body in the mirror?" Glacia Winds hissed in reply. Before Astral could form a rebuttal, a purple earth pony pushed her way in between the two.

"Ponies, ponies..." She sighed. "Will you stop fighting?! It's getting freakin' repetitive."

"Jus' a bit of banter, M." Astral grinned.

"You were calling each other stupid and ugly!" Crystal Mirror cried. The other two laughed and looked at each other smiling.

"Anyway," Crystal sighed. "We have a letter. Another mission,"

Astral sighed deeply. "Who this time?"

Crystal fell silent and handed her friend the letter. Astral took it and read through it swiftly.

"Well?" Glacia asked.

"...Prince Bluebood." The grey pegasi's eyes lit up and she grinned. "This is a job I will not ignore~~~"

~~~

"Welcome, everypony, to today's introduction meeting!" Ponies and creatures of all sizes and shapes with all sorts of abilities and genders. The pony that spoke wore a mask. Her mane was dead straight and covered one side of her face. It was a deep pink colour and most of it was tucked into a hood. Her entire body was enveloped in dark clothing and a cloak that covered her tail as well. The only thing the crowds knew about her was that she had a pink mane and tail, as straight as a ruler, and dull blue eyes that just.... stared. The never seemed to blink, and they seemed forever angry. Sad even. "I'm the Lady." A slight frown could be seen from under her mask. "I'm an earth pony! We will go around the circle, and name ourselves and what we are, 'kay?"

The circle began to introduce themselves. The first was a Slendermane, a tall skinny stallion with no face and long legs. Tentacles extended from it's back. Pegasi, Unicorns, Earth ponies, even an Alicorn that was purely skeletal and no flesh or blood. Vamponies and Batponies were common, nameless changelings, Crystal ponies, even the odd demon and draconequus or four. There were dragons, griffons and a hydra with a stunted growth. A young manticore and a blindfolded cockatrice. Two Windigos and an Ursa Minor. An Ahuizotl, some diamond dogs, a cave troll, a sea serpent, a Timber wolf pack leader, a goblin and a pile of imps, each introducing themselves one at a time. The underground cavern the group was in was huge and voices carried easily, so everyone could be heard.

The circle of creatures fell silent. Eight ponies had not spoken yet. Seven of them looked very similar. The eighth was an Alicorn with a greyish coat and a white, blue, green and orange mane and tail. He wore a royal necklace and had a cutie mark of a flower, leaf, sun and snow cloud going around in a circle,

"I am Prince Adonis Neva. The Prince for a region across the sea. I am an Alicorn." He sighed. "I change the seasons across the world." He said it like he had been to the introduction meetings hundreds of times, even if it was just new members here.

The remaining seven stepped forwards. "We are the Spawn of Sin," The said in unison.

One stepped ahead of the group. She had horns that curved inwards, and her eyes were red and black. She was tall and skinny, Her mane and tail were long and blonde, while her coat was a light yellow. A black whip was coiled around her body and her tongue was forked. "Gold Feather." Her sharp-toothed smile was sinister and alluring, her voice the same. "I am the leader of the Lust division."

The next stood beside her. Large and heavy with an ugly brown coat and mane and thick sharp teeth and a very strong jaw. He had short, nubby horns. "Lost Soul. Leader of Gluttony." He grunted with a deep, rough voice. The next was Dragon Blood, Greed leader with a green coat, and black mane and tail and a very regal looking gold sword inlaid with precious gems. Dragon Blood had four horns two on either side and all short and pointed.Black and green eyes shone from behind a bandages that covered his entire face.

"Silver Shackles." A silver stallion stepped forward, wearing a blanket. Short, pointed horns. Red and blue eyes. He had a scar around his neck, and his voice was thick and heavily accented, sounding from the south of Equestria. "Sloth." Broken Life was the female leader of Pride and carried a huge katana. Her body was horrifically scarred and said very little, and what she said rhymed. Her ears were adorned with rings and she had curved asymmetric horns. Unlike the others, her eyes were the same colour. Purple. Purple Fury was Wrath and was defenceless. His horns were broken and jagged, and he also missing half of one of his wings. White bone could be seen through what seemed recently torn flesh, and blood could faintly be seen from the same wound. The blood was blue as the sky and solid looking. With eyes blue and grey, and a forever menacing scowl, The leader of the Wrath Army was the most evil looking of the entire group.

They all shared one thing in common- they all had one bat wing an one angelic wing. Both pupils were different colours and they all had orange and yellow horns of varying shapes and sizes. They had no cutie marks and yet they all stood proudly.

The final of the seven stood forward. She was tall and beautiful, with long slender legs and a perfect face. Her eyes were blue and amber, and her teeth as sharp as daggers. Her horns were long and sort of wavy, curving outwards at the point. Her coat was as black as the night and her mane was a deep, deep purple. She looked hungry and tired. The Spawn looked young, perhaps only a teenager, despite the height the mare had. "My name is Butterfly Heart." She stated simply. "I am the leader of the Envy Clan." Nopony said a word, and the Lady gazed at the seven Spawn leaders.

"We are members of an ancient organization." They all said in unison again, the mixture of voices would hurt any ponies head. "Creatures of every race used to be a part. Changelings and draconequus, Slendermanes and Alicorns. even manticres, cocaktrices and every different rave here, and more too." They had attention from across the large underground cavern. "We did nothing of harm. We were the most respected organization . We became the Original Princesses council, and they relied on us for every decision. Crystal ponies were happy, Vamponies allowed to hunt as long as they did not kill." The seven collectively sighed. "Ponies of all races, monsters were all accepted. Parasprites did no damage, and everything was truly harmonious. Then the new Princesses you know today came to power. Celestia and Luna." They spat out the names like it burned their throats. They hissed and leaned forward and it suddenly became very, very dark. "Disharmony began to take control and it spread like wildfire."

"And nopony ever spoke of us again." Butterfly Heart hissed, spreading her wings wide. A huge flash of white light followed, and the creatures stood blinking for many minutes. When the light finally cleared...

"Lady P. Welcome to old Equestria."

Author's Note

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Hello everypony. I am Broken Heart. And I am a not-really-that-reliable writer. Nice to meet anyone who bothers to read this.
I wrote most of this in an English lesson when I was meant to be taking notes.
Also, bless you.
I KNOW AT LEAST ONE OF YOU SNEEZED AT SOME POINT.
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No proof-readers or anything. Or over art or byjdlskds. I AM A LONELY WOMAN. Criticism is welcome. So are compliments. Or neither. Whatever. I apologize for mistakes. If you find any, point them out and I'll fix 'em!
HoNk.
(The will get chronilgically confusing, however, I am naming the chapters as days to hopefully sort this out.

Day 48- Prince Blueblood

A grey pegasus, with a black and purple streaked mane walked through the streets of Canterlot, her head held high and the grace of a noblemare. she had a pleasant smile and wore a beautiful, elegant dress, one of the most famous from Rarity's newest collection. Only the richest ponies could afford it, and it was only one of a kind. so, as expected, the noblemare drew the attention of everypony around. Her colourless eyes didn't even glance at the ponies that all turned their heads. Stallions and mares alike.

Inside the clothes and make up she wore, the pony was trembling with anticipation. This was her next job for her Lady, and she was excited. The one job they fully agreed with on the terms. Her Lady was even nice enough to supply the dress, free of charge. And it fitted oh so nicely. But the noblemare itched. The dress was too confining. Too... skirt-y. She wanted something tight and concealing. Not big and puffy with such a low neck. It was hard to place one hoof in front of the other without tripping and falling flat on her face. Not to mention she was beginning to sweat inside the cumbersome outfit. It didn't help that she had to stand outside in the sweltering heat for the next hour and a half. The noblemare came to a halt in front of the Canterlot Castle and stared up at it, pretending to look fascinated at the building, like a foreign noblemare. To add the this, she put on an alluring accent that could make even the strongest stallion fall to his knees and drool at her hooves. Five past six exactly. She had one hour, twenty-six minutes and thirty-seven seconds until her folly stepped out of that door for his daily walk in the Canterlot gardens. That is, if her information was correct. Her source could be a traitor to her Lady. Which would be bad. Their only scout in the castle to be a traitor would be very bad news.

Anyway, if the information was incorrect and he wasn't at the centre of the Garden complex by seven fourth-eight exactly, the noblemare would first sneak into the castle and eradicate her folly, and then find her information source and toss him into whatever district of hell birthed him. Gods she hated fucking traitors.

Oh, sorry? What? No, no. She didn't swear. Haha. Crazy ponies.

The noblemare, unable to stand in the scorching heat for any longer released a heavy sigh and turned and gracefully dragged her hooves, into the garden maze. Row after row of statues lined the maze, and each of them were once, or perhaps still are, living creatures, that the 'brave' and 'noble' Princesses imprisoned for stupid reasons. The pegasus stood before one of the statues. Discord. The embodiment of Chaos. He'd been imprisoned again after playing some dangerous prank on the newest Princess. He would have been a powerful asset to my Lady's plan. She thought with a sigh. And he could control the other draconequus as well. After all, he is sort of their father. Half past six. Sigh. She moved onto the next statue. A Slendermare with her tentacles lashing and her suit torn. Beside her was a Slendermane, valiantly trying to protect her. It was a shame, really, These two were the oldest of their kind and the creators none the less. The original Mare and Mane were captured only a year ago for being out in public and scaring those fuckin' racist ponies.

What? Swearing again? What are you going on about? You really are insane.

Moving along the line of statues, she saw manticores, chimeras, lizard-folk, dragons and some two-legged creatures she couldn't name- it was tall, not the less and had some flaring trench coat and some huge sword. It had a really short mane and and it seemed the least scared of any of the other statue creatures. It just stood tall, looking ready to strike with it's weird demon-skull-ribcage sword. You could even see the ichor on the blood from the demons it had killed. Another creature with a long thin katana and spiked hair was beside the first. It seemed even less scared than the first. It also had a trench coat, but it was hugged closer to it's body. Unlike the first, he had the sleeves of his coat rolled down. On the floor, burned into the stone before the statue of the two creatures, said "The Sons of The Dark Knight will never been defeated by sentient assholes like you." The noblemare chuckled at this, and moved on, leaving the 'Sons' behind. Creatures of all shapes and sizes were encased in stone.

She stopped before the statue of a normal pony. She was nearing the centre of the maze- the ambush point. But the statue had caught her attention. A tall pegasi reared before her, his wings flared and lips curled in a ferocious snarl. There was a solid glimmer of fear in his frozen eyes, and a single, terrified tear was forever gracing his stone cheek.

The noblemare frowned and stared at the statue, confused. It was new that was a fact. But why he was here, it was unknown. No inscription, no burns in the floor. The stallion was just... there.

"Sad, isn't it?" An all too familiar voice said in her ear. Fighting the instinct to stab the pony in the face was overwhelming, but she bit her tongue and turned around, smiling pleasantly.

"Prince Blueblood," She said softly, greeting the obnoxious stallion with an inner wince. Shit. She hadn't gotten to the ambush point yet. Nononono. This was wrong!

"Since you know who I am, who are you, my Lady?" The Prince bowed his head to her. The top of her lip curled upwards in a sort of smirk.

"My name is... Astral Feather." The grey pegasus said, and smiled. "Who is it?" Referring to the statue.

"A beautiful name..." Blueblood seemed almost mystified by Astral's beauteous appearance, so she kicked him in the leg, then pretended nothing happened. He shook his head, and blinked multiple times. "..North Wind. A pegasus of notable power." He said finally, looking at Astral.

"Hm..." Astral looked at the Prince and tilted her head. "Excuse me, may I ask you another question?"

"What is it, my lady?"

The Prince had never been so stupefied in his whole life. "Is your blood really blue?"

"I've never seen it."

"Oh." Astral fell quiet and looked at the stallion, colourless eyes full of distaste. Pause. "Do you want to see it?"

Pause. "I would rather not."

Another pause. "Too fucking bad." Astral hissed and pounced on her prey, the expensive dress finally becoming useful and burying the stallion in skirts. She ripped the dress off and left him tangled in the outfit. Under the dress she wore nothing but a holster with pouches and knives strapped to it. As Blueblood wrestled free of the dress, she was there, Astral Waltz with a single knife held at the Prince's throat. "Say one motherfucking word and I slit your throat, you hear?" She pushed him into North Wind's statue, and Blueblood groaned in fear, and a very distinct and gross smell wafted from him. "How unsanitary. Were you never taught to piss in a toilet?" He whimpered, his white fur stained yellow. "Now, if you yell for your guards I will kill you on the spot and they'll never find me. Normally, I wouldn't let you see me face.." Astral Waltz grinned and pushed the knife into his neck, just a little, to reveal his deep red blood. "But I'll make an exception. You won't be seeing my much longer anyway.." Her grin turned maniacal and her eyes shone with pure joy. The knife moved from is neck and down onto his stomach. "A little cut here... a few lines here..." She sliced her prey's stomach slowly' carefully, leaving a line of music notes. She sighed. "Your blood is as red as mine, I'm afraid."

"I knew I should never have gotten out of bed this morning..." The Prince uttered oh so quietly. Astral's grey ears twitched and she pounced, faster than anypony could see and his neck was sliced, cleanly, but his dull red blood still flowed, constantly, from his neck. Onto the statue. Onto the cold, stone ground. Flowing, gushing, spreading. And Astral watched gleefully, dancing around the blood and body, her body twisting with each dying heartbeat, spinning at each gush of blood as his heart tried to fix the wound, leaping at each, single, gargling breath as the blood bubbled from his throat, she weaved as the scarlet pool got wider as his life slowly ebbed from his useless, dirty, worthless, obnoxious fucking soul and body, she laughed in time with the beating of her hooves on the stone floor, and the wind howled him his swan song.

Crack

Astral stopped her blood dance, and stood, very, very still. Spider-webbing across North Wind were cracks as thin as a fishing lines. But even those hairpin cracks were enough. The blood seeped through the gaps, making them crimson and oozing, seeping into, and out of the thin lines. Then the whole thing shattered, and the red life-liquid flooded from the statue. Dust and rock clouded the air, and Astral made no move. She stood as still as the statue itself, blood from Blueblood's body and the explosion soaking into her coat and inter her hooves, and leaving her ragged mane sticky with crimson.

The dust finally cleared, the swan song singing wind clearing it away. And reared on his hind legs was a misty blue stallion with bright cyan eyes. His mane was dull and blond, his lips still pulled into the scowl, and a stone tear on his cheek. He was covered in Blueblood's flaming blood, he slowly dropped onto all fours and his expression relaxed. The tear dropped to the floor, shattering immediately, and he turned is cyan gaze onto Astral, a frown replacing the scowl.

"Good day." He stated, brushing dust and stone fragments away from his hooves. Astral bowed her head in greeting, much like Blueblood did to her. The mist blue pegasus stepped towards the mare and picked up her now ruined dress from the floor. "I believe this is yours, mistress." Astral didn't say anything, she just stared with her disturbed, haunted colourless eyes, and grinned. North Wind put the dress down and waved a hoof in front of the pony's face and whistled softly. Still no reaction. He sighed and turned away, before taking to the skies and flying off, not looking back. North was happy that he was release from his stone prison, as messy as it was, but that mare that was covered in the blood of Prince Blueblood was a sight he did not expect. He flew with the wind, but slowly began to fall. He knew he was flying in an up draft. Yet he was falling. Progressively faster as well. He couldn't even muster a scream as he spiralled out of control, whatever it was that was making him fall was strong, to pull him out of an up draft like that.

He looked down. The mare covered with blood was standing on the ground directly bellow him was laughing. Cackling. No.. closer to howling. As the mare howled with her laughter, North angled his dive. He felt cold. Very. very cold. Like his feathers and coat had turned to ice. He crash landed a few feet in front of his howling companion, and rose to his hooves. He then saw the icy glitter of frost on his legs. Turning his blue head, he saw the primary feathers of his wings. Completely encased in ice, he felt like he was trapped in his prison all over again.

And yet the grey pegasus that stood before him laughed and laughed and laughed.

North Wind stood bewildered, half frozen in ice, and cod as hell and some mad pony rancorously roared with a cacophony of laughter. It was a wonder that nopony had come to investigate yet.

"Where do you think you're goin', fucker?" She said, her colourless eyes bright and cheerful, but her voice was coarse and angry.

"Astral Waltz!" The stallion's eyes lit up and he grinned. "It's been far too long." Astral looked at him and walked towards him, leaving bloody hoof-prints in her wake.

"North Wind, you little shit. It's been forty-six days exactly. You vanished just after my initiation, and you can be so friendly now? Thanks." Even though her voice was still aggressive, and her eyes still bright, you could still notice a slight affection in her words. "You have missed me kill so many ponies." She laughed.

"Right.. well, do you mind un-thawing me? It brings up bad memories."

"Oh, shit, right. I forgot. You're having a pretty shitty battle with that darkness in that head of yours. Can't have you losing control yet..." Astral said, and whistled. A blue aura surrounded his wing and the ice melted. "Thanks Glacia." Astral called and smiled at her once petrified friend.

"Also.." She said suddenly, after a minute of silence. "Did you know Prince Snobby-shitpant Blueblood here does not in fact, have blue blood?"

~~~

"I have a very grave announcement." The tall, white alicorn with a flowing, ever changing mane said, her voice laden with grief. Surrounding her were her guards, nobles, and her family and in-laws. Princess Luna looked troubled but not sad. The rest of the crowd were unsure of what to expect from their sun Princess. "Much has happened this past month or so. Appleloosa and Saddle Arabia has become buried under snow and not even I can melt it. I am also sure some of you have heard of the murders of Filthy Rich and Fancy Pants. Both have died in unusual circumstances. One at home, asleep, his throat slit and music notes across his chest, the other..." Celestia paused, tears filling her eyes as she feared for her subjects. "Was found hanging the ceiling, the very same music notes drawn on the floor in his blood, and his innards spilling out of himself. He had been choked by his own---" She cut off, unable to finish.

"His own tongue, cut off and stuffed down his throat." A purple coated mare said, from the crowd, her eyes shining. "It's was clear then, that he was hung by his hind legs, his insides pulled out, possibly by magic as his stomach wasn't even cut. And then with the blood from his organs, the notes must have been drawn." The mare finished and smiled innocently as she gazed at the Princesses.

"Yes... Thank you... Silver Mirror." Luna said, tilting her head at the strange pony of many shades of purple. The crowd started talking, getting louder and louder, and they began to argue. Punches were wildly thrown, screams became louder than words, and the Princesses were using the Royal speech, trying to break all the fights up, but all attempts were in vain. They were all too scared.

Then the doors of the large throne room slammed open. Every pony in the room froze as a messenger pony stood, out of breath, at the door.

"Princesses! Nobles!" The messenger cried. "Prince Blueblood is dead, and North Wind is gone!"

And that was when true chaos broke loose in the throne room.

Author's Note

North Wind is my friend's OC~ He asked me to put him in, so I did! ::::D
Slendermares and Slendermanes are different. One is female (mare) Manes are male.
And if you can guess who the statues of the 'two legged creatures' are, I give you my respect.