Noteably New Nobility

The Solar Ruler took a deep breath to steady her shaken nerves, but living under the oppressive rule of Discord has caused her to harden her resolve and to show no weakness the masses. She cantered out of her personal tent to see the rows and rows of canvas tents, soldiers running to and fro preparing, flags bearing a golden sun on a white background embroidered with battalion and company identification letters, and many preparing for what was to come. With a trace of maternal pride, she saw each one of the worker bees ready themselves with an unwavering determination.

Seeing them work strengthened her resolve to what was coming, so she withdrew back to her tent, and looked at the pearly white and gold heavy plated armor resting on a large ponikin. With her magical grip, she floated each piece onto her and made sure it would stay on to her. Now that she was wearing her battle regalia, it was time to let the troops know that it was time to cause the final strike toward the insurrection that went against everything she and her sister believed and worked for while leading the fight against discord. She exited her tent literally glowing, extended her wings to test if the wing blades were placed on correctly and to make her self known. She almost laughed when she noticed some of the nearby greenhorn soldiers stared at her with reverence and awe. When the blades were known to be secured correctly, she gave a powerful downward push and shot straight up into the ‘morning’ twilight sky. As she hovered above the sea of troops’ tents, she gave a slight annoyed growl over the moon still being in the sky. It felt unnatural for her sun not to raise fully, but it was enough for her to bask in its glow, and it slowly raising did do wonders for everyone's moral. She quickly forced that thought out of her head, focused on the task before her, took a breath, and prepared the Royal Canterlot Voice.

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“TROOPS!’ Nightmare shouted in her glassy appearing moonstone and ebony armor, “ON THIS NIGHT, THOU, THE ELITE OF MY FORCES HAVE GATHERED HERE TONIGHT TO PUT AN END TO THIS POINTLESS FIGHT ONCE AND FOR ALL!”

A roar of cheers, and the stomping of hooves erupted from the sea of Lunar Soldiers.

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“ON THIS DAY, THIS REVOLUTION DECLARED ON THE EQUESTRIAN EMPIRE SHALL BE QUASHED BENEATH THY HOOVES! THIS IS AN ALL OR NOTHING ATTACK! ONLY ONE SHALL WIN, NEITHER SIDE WILL BOTH SURVIVE THIS FINAL STRIKE! WE CAN FINALLY DEFEAT THEM ONCE AND FOR ALL AND YOU SHALL BE ABLE TO RETURN HOME AFTER THIS LONG CAMPAIGN!” Celestia Boomed.

Shouts and clanging of weapons on shields rose up from the Solar Guard.

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“BUT IF YOU FAIL THIS BATTLE, YOU SHALL FAIL ME, THINE OWN COUNTRY, AND THINE OWN HOUSE HOLDS, THAT THOU HAVE FOUGHT TO PROTECT THIS ENTIRE TIME! ARE THOU GOING TO LAY DOWN AND LET THESE PITIFUL WELPS TREAD OVER THYSELVES?” Nightmare bellowed at those down below her.

Angered yells, shouts of denial and rejection rose to the thought of losing, and the clanking of armor could be all throughout the camps.

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“PREPARE YOURSELVES FOR WE ARE ABOUT TO MARCH TOWARD THE FINAL CONFRONTATION! SHARPEN YOUR BLADES, STEEL YOUR NERVES, AND PREPARE THE SPELLS, FOR WITHIN A FEW HOURS WE SHALL MOVE OUT!” Both sisters shouted at their Soldiers, both flew down back into their camps, and both entered the camp’s command posts to talk to their own general on plans.

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As Celestia entered her tent she was met with her commanders and a white stallion with an electric blue mane and tail, wearing a set of Golden Solar armor, minus the officer’s helmet, which was sitting next to the map of the soon to be battlefield. With a quick flick of the amber eyes to see who disturbed his careful planning. Noticing it was his Empress was the intruder, he did a quick nod and went back to examining the battlefield map, giving orders to the once bowing commanders, and generally taking care of troop control. When all of the preparation was finished, battle plans drawn up, commanders gave their input and information on troop situations, and the officers receiving their orders, they were swiftly rushed out. Immediately the general turned to his Leader and did a proper salute to his Empress.

“My Liege, it is good to see thee, from what thy commanders have seen and heard, morale is high as it can be. All of the weapons are accounted for, they are sharpened, and armor has been repaired. We are now fully prepared to march toward the enemy encampment, and ending this Faust forsaken war for good. At thy command we will move out and confront Nightmare’s forces, generally for involving thou, go for Nightmare, and me and thy commanders will focus on the rest.”

Celestia gave a quick, heavy, sigh before speaking, “I expected that I will face my own sister in this confrontation till one of us fall. Thee and thine commanders will have complete control, so this army is now in thine capable hooves. I will have to use the Elements in this fight, and since I only control over half of them, I will not know what happens in the confrontation, whether they will fail or something unseen effect happens, either way that this fight ends. It was an honor to fight alongside you in this conflict.”

After a short hesitation he snapped to attention, and saluted her. He quickly said, “Thank thee ma’am! Thee honors me with thine kind words! As I said before, at thy word we move out!”

“Then we march!” Celestia declared.

“Yes my Liege!”

And with a telekinetic grab and equipping his battle worn helmet, he teleports to the front of the loosely assembled battalions. He gave a quick nod to the battalion commanders who at once began to bark orders, at once the warriors started to fall inline. Pegasi with light armor flew above the soldiers, lifting a select few of lightly armored unicorns whom know the cloud walking spell onto clouds and taking position to escort the air units with ranged weapons varying from fuse grenades to bows and arrows. Earth ponies marched toward the front, in heavy golden armor, with spears decorated by flags of crests of the sun above family crests filtering in the breeze, varying short swords hanging at their sides, and Scutums attached to their forelegs and backs. In the back were the unicorns equipped with heavier armor compared to their airborne support, ranging weaponry, from spell books for a quick cramming session on how to have arrows on fire appear, to having several bladed weapons on them, ready to be slung about. As the mass movement finally stopped there was nothing but the nervous shifting of some. At the front the General waited a few moments, to give his last troop inspection.

“MOOOOVE OOOUT!” Commanded the General, as he did a quick turn about to march toward the battle at the front. As a retort, the rhythmic clanking of armor and weapons came from behind him.

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In the Lunar command tent, a batpony stallion wearing a heavy ebony armor set with his general rank etched into his fore shoulders was barking orders at his commanders of the forces.

“GENERAL!” Nightmare Moon Boomed as she stormed into the open aired command post, causing a few of her subordinates to wince away, except one, the general she wanted to speak to.

The general tensed his stance, his forehooves lowering him into a saluting kneel, the battalion commanders, though recovering from the shock, soon followed suit. His deep voices echoed loudly throughout dim command post. "Yes, your highness!"

"IS THINE ARMY AT THE READY?" Her thunderous voice demanded, sparks of dark magic erupting from around her darkly set eyes, the kind of eyes that could even make the toughest of stallions cry out in terror. Fortunately, her general was more than used to her horrific and demonic stare.

The bat pony shoots back up, his hoof snapping quickly to his forehead. "Ready and waiting for thy command!"

"EXCELLENT! TODAY, LET NOT A JOYOUS SOLAR VOICE BE HEARD, LET NO MARE SING OUT IN HAPPINESS! FOR TONIGHT, THE SOLAR FORCES SHALL FALL WITH THE LAST DROP OF MY SISTER'S BLOOD!" Nightmare stepped forward, her heavy silver and obsidian armor reflecting the glow of the full moon above. She lowered face to the stallion's eye level. "IF YOU FAIL ME, WE SHALL MAKE SURE THOU SHALT NEVER BASK IN THE LIGHT OF MY PRECIOUS MOON AGAIN. HAVE WE MADE OURSELVES CLEAR!"

"Thine excellency puts it clearer than the Crystal Empire!" The stallion replied, his icy-blue cat like eyes seen reflected in her electric blue irises.

The stern look on Nightmare's face curled up into a wicked grin. She turned and walked towards the battlefield, her voice lowering in volume and tone, but not lacking in bone chilling enjoyment, "Send them out!"

The stallion followed the lunar mistress out into the large clearing in the middle of the Everfree Forest, the area spotted with several large black tents.He nodded towards a taller guard, who in turn raised a chased silver war horn to his lips and blew, sending a eerie drone across the field and deep into the forest. Every head in the encampment turned to face their fearless leaders. The stallion took charge and stepped to the forward of the camp, thrusting his steel to the sky. "FAAAAAAALL IIIN!!!!!'

The Lunar Aarmy of several thousands erupted into a chorus of morale boosting 'huzzahs!' as they drew their weapons from their encampments and raised them to bask in the light of the moon. Nightmare Moon flew high above her army and at the sight of her rightly feared horde, she erupted into joyously evil laughter.

Speaking to herself in a whisper, "Soon, dear sister, thou shall meet thine end."

Everypony, beast, and changeling equipped their gear and set out for their own formations. Up front in heavy Starmetal armor were the few earth ponies with spears bearing flags of the moon’s likeness, short swords at every side, and rounded shields with a crescent moon on each one. The chain-mail equipped bat ponies and changelings flew up to the clouds with quivers filled with silver arrows and javelins strapped to their backs and a few with their hooves with various containers filled with acidic potions. In the middle were changelings wearing no armor, for their thick chitin protected them and needed no weapons, for their razor teeth and their jagged limbs made up for that. In the rear were the unicorns wearing robes with belts of potions strapped to them, while at the moment they were readying the protections spells to keep their ‘meat shields’ walking.

When all of the soldiers fell within their ‘positions’, they all waited at their Queen and Conqueror's command.

“FORWARD YOU CURS!” Nightmare ordered from above, and that order bounced around the officers. The army moved forward in tempo with the war drums and following their Mistress of the Night and her most loyal General.

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    As soon as the two armies and sisters caught sight of one another over the horizons, the tension became thick enough to choke on. When the two forces were within two hundred yards of each other, they stopped. The drums, the marching, the generals, and even the sisters. For a short moment, it felt like things were locked in time never to progress to everything there.

The two sisters walked toward each other, each raising a wing to cease the armies following except a signal to the Generals telling them they were allowed to follow. There was a pregnant silence as each of the four met at the center of the field. When each stopped they all stared at their counterpart. One sister almost had a deadpan stare, yet her eyes showed a barely detectable amount of regret. While the other held a gaze that could kill any lesser creature. The two generals shared a look that was just short of rivaling the spiteful sister.

In the blink of an eye the sisters launched into the air leaving the two leaders alone. With no words exchanged, the golden clad general drew a golden and ornate mithril rapier in his magical grip, while the lunar general drew a black starmetal claymore held by his maw, each weapon more battle worn than one weapon should ever be. As each of the sisters flew off, and the generals' weapons were drawn, both armies roared at the other and charged, each still being a large distance away.

Each of the generals glared and not even flinching at the first volley of fired arrows, tossed javelins, flung potions, and the glare of spells. None came close to the two Generals. The Lunar general was the first to move, charging at his opponent while never breaking his glare. The Solar general held a defensive stance, yet his horn glowing intensified for less time it takes one to blink. Almost immediately he changes his stance and charges as well to meet his opponent. Just as the two’s weapons finally clashed, the Solar general’s weapon started to turn black and quickly turn to dust his eyes. Before he had time to react, he was sliced in two, but just as the Lunar general was given a chance to cheer, he saw the body turn to mist and dissipate. He looked around to find the solar general charging at his side, all in one piece, still with his rapier, and wearing what he thought to be the most aggravating smirk. Cursing his negligence, he was knocked off his hooves and landed a few feet away. As soon as he lands, he jumped back onto his hooves he goes to a defensive stance.

“Oh so thee went with a dissolving enchantment this time? That is the best thou have?” taunted the Solar General.

“Thou shalt speak for thyself! A simple illusion? Thou must be in dire need of magic teaching if thee use cheap foal’s play spells!” Retorted the Lunar General.

“Less words, more fighting! En Garde!” the Solar General said after an unamused grunt.

With a quick flap of his leathery wings, the Lunar general began hovering, and was about to charge when the front lines of the air combat clashed. Thinking of using that to his advantage he flew to the closest allied cloud. When he landed on the closest abandoned/cleared out Lunar cloud, he grabbed the cache of the remaining projectiles and began firing directly on the lone unicorn below. The not so surprising response was that the unicorn was grabbing them mid air with telekinesis, and returning fire. As the two exchanged Javelins, arrows, and curses involving one anothers mothers, the Solar general noticed that he missed more and more of the shots at the batpony. While the batpony’s aim was getting better, faster, and closer to him to before he reacted.

To change things more toward his favor, he changed things up when he returned fire with a spear. He continued his homing spell onto that spear, gave it a toss much like the ones before. The bat pony dodged it with ease thinking it was a simple throw. As soon as the cloud sitter noticed that his opponent was dodging his tosses, instead of catching them like before, an internal red flag rose, saying to move. If the Lunar general reacted to his instinct a second later, he would have been skewered. Then and there, he noticed that it altered its course again turning back at him. Instead of using his sword's disintegrating enchantment he went with a quick idea. He dived downward, directly at his opponent.

Surprised to see his opponent diving directly at him, he ducks to avoid an expected sweep of the claymore, not hearing his claymore whiff in the air confused him for a tick, until a clang of a certain spear ricocheted off his helmet, stunning him for a second, causing the spell to fail, and causing the spear to sink into the earth. Seeing his opportunity, the Lunar stallion dived at his opponent again with the intent to take advantage of the spell backfire. Right before the dive bomber hit, the solar stallion recovered fast enough to shift his rapier to intercept and block the almost ending strike. The solar stallion back off as soon as the metal collided, as well as the batpony.

Sadly, just as it did with the illusion, his blade was destroyed. Discarding the dust from his grip, he rips off his helmet and with a wave of his horn, he crushes and reforms the once helm to a new rapier looking like the first one. After approving his work he flicks it with ease, he tests its slicing ability by splitting a javelin sticking out of the soil in two.

Both take a stance ready to charge again, but with the light glaring of the front-line spear heads from both sides lower to be used less than fifteen yards away from both sides, the two leaders thought that the battle needs to go to the clouds once again. Thankfully, there were several clouds above that were abandoned for aerial fighting, so the ignored clouds began to clump together, and float a lot higher than most are comfortable, making a perfect arena to not be easily disturbed. With a quick nod from each side, the flap of wings and the casting of a teleporting spell and a cloud walking spell, both met again on top of the white mass.

Not a moment too soon either, when both resumed their earlier stances, the front lines finally meet. The clanging of sword on spear, shouts of hitting a mark, and shouts of being hit rang out below causing both leaders to flinch. Immediately the Lunar Stallion took to the air again doing pass and pass at his target, missing constantly, yet coming within a hair’s width of landing. After several charges the Solar General noticed a flight pattern. So he waited until the next pass, once his opportunity came, he did thrust, which was unsuccessfully dodged as it cut through the flesh of the left wing. With the forward momentum, the rapier cut through left wing’s bone with ease, which left only a stump. With a roar of pain the Lunar General crashed luckily into the white fluff. The wounded stared at the portion of his severed wing as it lazily spiraled to the ground, confusing/scaring the Tatarus out of a changeling, who's head was covered by.

Looking up with a slightly demented smile at his opponent, he said as he sheathed his weapon “Oh, you shouldn’t have done that. Now I want you to go get it back!”

Slightly surprised by this statement and action, the Solar General couldn’t even respond before the batpony tackled and held onto him as they both dropped toward the battlefield. The solar stallion slashed, hacked and stabbed at the batpony’s armor and flesh to get him to release him, but the purple armor and the wearer of the said armor refused to yield through the pain. Evident that he wouldn’t let go, the solar stallion focused on the right wing slicing that up, yet still the lunar stallion’s grip held. Because of the solar stallion’s back was to the ground, he was the one to take the brunt of the force and the one to make the crater. Even though the two made a small crater the lunar stallion skidded away a few yards knocking away some unlucky fighters, and both impact and rolling away kicked up a small dust storm in the process.

As the dust settled the two generals were standing across from each other. One with his left side stained red by his stub were his wing should have been, his left hind hoof clearly broken from the position it was facing, and his right wing hanging limply to the side, severely cut. The other’s forehead was stained red, his hind legs movement were sluggish from possible spinal damage, and broken rib or two for every breath was shallow and obviously painful.

With some trouble, the Solar Stallion raised his rapier to where his opponent’s heart would be. With the sun to his back he charges as best as he could, he roared “THIS IS WHERE THEE SHALL FALL!”

“HA! THIS WILL BE THINE OWN GRAVE, NOT MINE!” The batpony retorted, before unsheathing his claymore again. With the moon to his back, he charges to meet his enemy.

two noises seemed to echo loudly over the field, a quick metal piercing metal screech, and the sick combination of hissing made from dissolving armor and flesh. The two waited there in the struck pose for a moment, before craning their necks to see what new pain they received. The golden weapon skewered the batpony’s chest up to the hilt, piercing the plated armor and hitting several vital organs, including the heart. While the black blade cut deep into flesh cutting through the spine and ribs. Then as quickly as they looked over themselves, they looked up to see the other morbidly smiling faces paling from blood loss. They both collapsed to their side, weapon still lodged within in the other.

  “Heheh Got Thee. Thou lunatic.” The solar general wearily said.

   “And I Thee. Thou show whorse. Ha...Ha” The lunar general weakly joked.

    “... Its been a good fight... and I guess a good life for me.”

    “... I’ve lived my life, I don’t regret anything.”

    “Well, it was an honor to fight thee, and die by a blow from my equal.”

    “Same goes to thou.”

    “Buck thee... and see thou in the afterlife...”

     “... mmmhmmm”

Both looked up to the heavens to see a white dot and a blue dot zip back and forth occasionally colliding. It looked like two fast lightning bugs dancing. Both of the two’s eyes grew heavier and heavier to keep focused on the two lights above, and eventually every limb went cold. Then there was darkness.

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“Oi,”

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Tap

“Come on!”

Tap Tap

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“I know you're there!”

Tap Tap Tap

“Hmpf!”

WHACK

“OMPFH! What do thee want?! can’t a pony pass on in peace?!” The solar general shouted rubbing the spot on his barrel where the blow landed. Then his anger quickly dissipated to awe, as he stared at a large serpentine body towered over him, which was obviously not pleased.

“Finally thou art awake, wish thou would awake like you ‘compatriot’ but what can a mortal do?” the serpentine figure said as he jabbed a raven-clawed digit at the pony that he wished last to see.

One that had bat wings, ornate armor, and a golden rapier hilt lodged in his chest. Standing.

Angered, but still standing.

The Solar General craned his neck slowly to see the claymore that struck him down still lodged in his back as well. Within a few seconds of discovering the fact that he has stood up by reflex, with a claymore easily severing his spine, a raven talon tapped the back of his head drawing his attention to the being in front of him. The Dracoequuis of Death quickly cleared his throat, and snapped two talons together to get both of the spirits to stand directly in front of him.

“Now then, I'll get my introduction out of the way! I am The Spirit of Death, The Grim Reaper, The Angel of Death, Osiris, Mors, Etcetera Etcetera, but for your unique circumstances, thou can call me Mortimer. NOW THEN! Considering the fact that thee died at the exact same time, thou both get the sa-”

“HellOOOoooo?”  an echoey voice interrupted Mortimer. In response Mortimer face clawed, and turned to a small green orb that wasn’t there within the past few seconds. The appearance of the orb surprised and confused the two ponies present.

Mortimer gruffly responded to the orb ” Hello Discord.”

Immediately both ponies jumped to defensive stances and had their eyes dart all around the white void they were in, ready to defend themselves from whatever direction the chaotic object was going to hit them.

“HAHAHA! Calm down! Right now for you two, I’m a decorative garden fixture and you two are dead! What could I possibly do to... Hmmm... Oh Uncle Morti~”

‘NO, Discord.”

“Oh, come on, Uncle!”

“The answer is no Discord!”

“We both know it would be funny as buck to see what would happen!”

“The answer is still no!”

“You still owe me uncle! Remember when you hit that-”

“Why do thee still bring that up?!”

“Because you still owe me a few more favors!”

“What about not harvesting thee from the mortal coil from being imprisoned in stone?!”

“Oh pffffffffffft! You and I both know you wouldn’t do that, I can hold my breath all the way to tuna-cookie!”

“Discord! Thou needs to quit counting in non digits!”

“Whateva! I do what I want! I am a strong independent draconequus and  I don’t need-”

“I swear to Oblivion Discord! quit speaking in hoo-man mee-mees! You know I let death go on auto for those self mutilating, yet, over-reproducing apes!”

“Only if you let me cash in on a favor and let me wheel them!”

“THOU KNOW WHAT FINE! I’M GOING TO KILL MOST OF THINE LITTLE WEEDS SO THOU DON’T DAMAGE HARMONY’S TREE WITHIN MAYBE A MILLENNIUM OR SO!”

“Yes!”

“Finally dear ‘nephew’, whatever thine stupid wheel lands on I’m sending them back to the mortal coil! Permanently! Just like those two fillies I made a deal with! I don’t even care what comes about!”

“Yes, Yes, blah blah blah, I’ll take it from here uncle! You still have those that you need to collect from the battle!”

Mortimer stormed off while fading into the white until he wasn’t even visible, leaving a giddy green orb, and two dead ponies trying to process what just happened, what in the name of Tartarus is the ‘wheel’, and trying to decide to or not to fear it.

The orb zipped right in front of the two’s faces, stopping just short of bashing into the Solar General’s muzzle.

“OK you two! Today is your (un)Lucky afterlife!” an audible snap was heard from the orb, and instantly a gargantuan, and multicolored wheel appeared. “This here beautiful circle will decide what happens to you, when, and where when you two return back to life! It ranges from the blech... normal coming back to life, to being zombies, to Kaiju! This has literally everything that could spawn you back as written on it!” Another snap was heard, and a comedicly large polka-dotted bow-tie was on the orb, with a mic floating in front of it. “SO COME ON DOWN! You! mister Lunatic! Your spin decides what happens to you, and you mister sunbutt-wannabe! You decide where in equestria! So do you both think you have the luck to get something good? Then spin,” a crowd of voices coming from no where started to say what he was saying,”WHEEEEEL OOOF FAAAAAAAAATE!” Instantly the invisible crowd gave deafening cheers and within a few moments, the applause faded away.

The two ponies at this point shared a glance of utter confusion of what to do. So to avoid any other Spirit causing their afterlife to be even more haywire, the Lunar General decided to move toward the wheel, at a snails pace, preparing for... whatever was going to happen. As soon as he got within two feet of the wheel, a thought hit him.

“Sooo... how dost thou... ‘spin’ this?” the Lunar General inquired.

“Just grab it and pull down, simple!” Discord said with enough excitement to make a kid with a candy factory all to himself, sound as unenthusiastic as eunic on discount Tuesday at a brothel.

With slight reluctance, the batpony grabbed hold of one of the pegs and pulled down with enough force to blur the possibilities colors together. A few seconds passed, as everyone looked with anticipation. A few minutes passed and it gave no sign of slowing down.

“So uh, how long does it have to spin?” questioned the Solar General.

“Hmmm, I don’t actually know. I honestly didn’t think I would get this far with this plan.”

Two hours pass.

The boredom finally gets to Discord.

Four hours pass.

Discord was sitting on a pile of armor and two weapons while the other two were calling out Discord for rigging the deck.

Six hours pass.

Both ponies were sitting on an equal sized pile of their armor and several other things, ranging from a shattered lamp reformed into Discords image, a file case containing all legal rights to a large set of documents called the ‘Krabby Patty Secret Formula’, rose tinted aviators, a diamond shaped chest with six keyholes, a golden cane with a cheery random unicorn's head on it, a rectangular box that had 'Half-life 3' written on it, a wooden cup, to an old looking golden chest holding two rock tablets with unreadable writing on them. Discord was not to happy after removing all chaotic magic from the deck and playing ‘fair’.

Much, MUCH later.

“... And seeing her look at her rump while I held her multicolored tail, PRICELESS!” Guffaws where heard from all three, while discord sat on all his reclaimed losses and the pony’s armor and weapons.

“Discord! If you weren’t a maniacal Spirit bent on the reconstruction of Equestria into your playground again, we would have to go to a pub sometime!”

“Good idea! That way we get smashed, and cause some chaos! Everyone would be happy!”

“Oh stop it you two! Oh! I just noticed something. You two stopped using ‘ye olde’ speech!”

Both of the ponies looked at each other, sharing the hundredth glance of confusion.

“Pardon? What do you mean?”

“Yeah, what do you mean by ‘Ye olde’?”

“Well, you two are picking up on the ‘modern’ speech that I am using right now. Thankfully whatever you guys get, I’m sending you to the time where the way we are speaking now is very much common place.”

“Pfft like it will catch on. Ok colts, show your cards, two pair ace high.”

“Suck it lunatic, Flush! gimme back my sword!”

“Ah, Ah, Ah! Royal Flush! You two’s armor is now mine again!”

A little rage was had while the orb put out enough smugness to FEEL the sh*t eating grin, while he sported his re-won Aviators without ears or a nose to rest it on. While the orb was rolling around in his gains,firework mortars, roman candles, and sparklers went off behind them. Immediately, everyone raced over to the wheel to see what the wheel decided for them.

The Solar General read out what the little arrow pointed at,

”... ‘Coronation’? The hell does that mean?”

“OOoooh~ you are going to love being back home! OH! OH! OH! Sunny! SUNNY! your Spin! GOGOGO I wanna see what happens!” Discord practically squee’d with sheer excitement.

“... Screw putting muscle into this spin.”

“Yep.”

“You are just sore over loosing again.”

With the resounding agreement to just slightly push, the Solar General did just that, slightly pushed. Within a few seconds a single, wimpy, black snake went off next to the ponies, who ignored it completely to see what it landed on.

This time the Lunar General Reads what it landed on, “Sweet Apple Acres, I’m not familiar with that area.”

“Neither am I.” The Solar General responded.

"Hmmm, must be a colony you started." The Lunar General remarked.

Discord on the other hand was rolling his orb all around the ground and having a laughing fit.

“I’MTRAPEDINAROCKANDEVENNOWICAN’T!IDON’TEVEN!HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

“What is so funny?!” Both of the Generals yelled.

“SPOI-HOI-HOI-HOILIERS! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Both of the ponies just sat there waiting for the laughing fits to end. After a moment or two, Discord floated back up to their eye level.

“WHEEW I really needed that... Whooo! anyway you ready to go back?”

“Can we have our armor back?” The Solar General requested.

“And our weapons?” The Lunar General followed up with.

“Nonono! All three of us know I won those fair and square,” grumbles were shortly heard, “Oh don’t be like that! It wouldn’t even fit with your new sizes anyway!”

“Huh?”

“What?”

“BYETELLCELESTIAANDLULUISAIDHIANDILLSEETHEMSOON!” A snapping was heard and the white void got brighter and brighter, till neither of them could see.