Anarchy

Up on mount mysticism, Blade and Golden Honor were trudging towards the stronghold. "Holy mother of, that place is huge!" Golden Honor said in awe. As they kept walking Blade answered,"If you were an alicorn you'd probably want a place to stay. A place with wing space, and a high magic concentration. Basic needs of a pegsasi and unicorn." Blade finished. "Why? Unicorns don't need lots of magic in an area, and pegasi can live in confined spaces? Golden Honor asked. "Involuntary wing and magic activity. If a pegasi is in the sky moving without flapping, the brain flaps for them. And when a unicorn is in an area with very little magic, the horn tries to release magic on its own to balance out the magic levels." Blade explained. As they trudged on they asked and answere many questions like this. Finally they got to the gates of the immense stronghold. As they approached the gates swung open, revealing a large field with a path leading up to what looks like the palace but more decrepit. "Holy mother of, this place is not the ideal alicorn habitat. I thought they loved interacting with ponies?" Golden honor questioned. "Looks like some pony tried to build here, that or many." This statement was correct because as Golden honor observed, he saw many plots that looked like foundations. "By Celestia you're right, but who would want to build in a place like this?!" Golden honor stated. "Some pony out of their right mind." Gathering up the little courage they had left, they journied up to the palace. Back in Canterlot it was getting to a code red. Ponies were rampaging and rioting. Without a princess to keep order they slowly strarted going insane. The mare with the monitors loved things like this. And she knew a little way to spice things up, using her favorite state of mind, paranoia. Not even a day later the ponies were conspiring because of a broadcast they had heard. The government claimed as a hoax, but that only heightened the paranoia. We're they keeping an alicorn hidden away to keep testing this new governmental format? These questions plagued the populace and gave them yet another reason to hate the government. In ponyville things weren't any better. Maybe worse, at sugar cube corners the cakes were working very hard to make food for every pony. If this wasn't bad enough Pinkie had gotten sick from withdrawal. When ponies went hungry sugary treats weren't an option so they were excluded. Without her daily sugar intake she got sick and had no energy. Just talking tired her because talking fast as usual without any energy can be hard. Energy it's a very important thing, it isn't just needed at the bakery, but a certain pegasus needed it too. Rainbow dash required a ton of food to keep her healthy and meet physical requirements. Even though Derpy was happy to share her almost unending supply of muffins, doctor whooves had a time machine so they didn't trust that. In fact all the pegasi were desperate because of the amount of food needed to fly. These were desperate times, and desperate times called for desperate measures. These desperate measures were taking place on mount mysticism at that exact moment. Blade and Golden honor were coming closer and closer to reconsidering as they drew nearer to the palace. It was all grey and looked a lot like the Canterlot palace, making it even creepier. "Do we have to do this?" Golden honor said scared half to death."Unless you want things to stay like this forever." Blade said back, as they approached the doors Golden honor said,"No way I'm going in there!" Pointing his hoof at the unnervingly black doors."We made it this far, no point in giving up now. We started this hunt, and I intend to finish this." With these he dragged Golden honor up to the doors, opened them and walked in. While it was very dark and forbidding they continued. At the throne room esque area they stopped in front of a huge monitor. Suddenly it snapped to life, they couldn't see the onscreen mare very well as she was in darkness. But it implied that she could see them much better. "Welcome to the kingdom! The kingdom of everyone! All the ponies live it here! No pony is bound by morality, ethics and even Celestia forbid, good and bad." After this she laughed, not a good laugh but a terrifying laugh that sounded maniacal in every way. "So why are you here? Did you meet any of the lovely sunkects? Or gaze upon the architecture? Come on, I won't kill you without a reason." After this came another burst of laughter. Now it was clear that she was probably insane. "Are you an alicorn by any chance?" Golden honor blurted."Why do you ask?" The mare said in a calm yet unnerving voice. Then on the screen a bit of off colored darkness took shape. Wings! Blade thought, just need a horn and. Before he could finish thinking the mare lifted an object off a nearby table and dropped it. Alicorn alicorn alicorn, cool it Blade get yourself together! "This may seem poorly timed but, will you be the new high princess of equestria?" Blade announced. "Why me? I just rule a lovely sunny kingdom with nice ponies and good buildings to stay in. As you guessed I am mentally handicapped, yet you're asking me?" She explained. "Just so you know the moon's been out for months!" Golden honor stated. "We need an alicorn so we can get the sun back and keep the kingdom in check." Blade told her. "Are you sure? Because I might make things worse than before." She told them. "Mostly people want the. Sun back. You give them back the sun, and they will be pretty satisfied." Blade persuaded. "Okay, but if things get worse you are going to regret it." That day Blade and Golden honor returned successful. They told her to raise the sun the next morning. While many said they were lying everybody like that got quite a kick the next morning. After 2 months and 12 days, the sun was shining again. But this was just the beggining, the beggining of the end. And nobody but the princess knew this. Most were very happy about this and celebrated all the day. But on a more political scale, things were just beginning. Many changes were made soon after to help with rebuilding of society. First the Capitol was changed to the castle to officialize its new title. Second the council had moved there as well to ensure safety and prosperity of the populace. Many of the ponies had called the castle fort saving grace, and that soon became its official name. Saving Grace, hope comes in small clusters but belief is what makes us carry on. That was the motto of the new Capitol. Next the foundations laying everywhere were turned into buildings. People were liking this more and more and more in time. Law was another important to be considered but the crime doers were always stopped by ponies wearing black armor with helmets showing red eye goggles. With a symbol on top, two crossed horns and a star. The image put on their flag. Seems right. One creepy thing is that no matter the severity of the crime, the punishment was always up to the princess. Little things were addressed with labour, but anything major was addressed with the room. The room was the place where the princess personally handles the worst of them. None of them have ever come out, ponies could only think of the terrible things she could have done to them. But Blade tried to push those aside as he sat at his desk filing registration papers for building farming and all those other things. Even though he and his co workers were working overtime to get things started, having the sun back was worth it. The sun coming back was a miracle. Applejack Big Mac and Applbloom could finally get outdoor farming done again. And all the dead trees fertilized the soil which named the apples grow at a break neck pace. Soon the food situation was better and no pony went starving. Through all the political and public problems they managed to find another alicorn. Though some of the new laws were questionable she couldn't remember it but one of them was just out their. Then it hit her when any pony was found guilty of crime they have no charges against them, while the latter are sent to torture. Call herself contradictory but she just couldn't get over that. We're those the desperate measures? And if so, to achieve what?