Death of Generations

Author Notes: Blame THIS GUYfor any mental and / or physical injuries that happened during this story, read at your own risk.

Soundtrack: Gettsyburg Soundtrack: Main Theme I would however suggest reading this with the music stated as they come, have a nice day and Sir Shade out.

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Chapter one - The Miracle of Two

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"Sorry honey, but I must go, if King Fyron were to get suspicious I don't even want to think about what would happen!" The griffin enveloped her in his wings, she calmed down from the warmth that radiated from it.

"Bu-" he interrupted her with a kiss.

"I'll be back, I promise." He pulled away with a smile, spreading his wings like an eagle he parted ways and flew out using the window as if it were a door, leaving no room to argue.

"Please, do come back, Thornforg, I don't know what I would do without you." She smiled down at her stomach, she could feel a small kick and a chuckle escaped her throat.

"Who would think that a Griffin would be able to get a earth pony pregnant without the aid off magic?" the question lingered in the air and a heavy silence filled the room for a moment before someone knocked on the door, out of paranoia she jumped into the air and almost drew her wrist blade.

"Yes?" She called out, a little unnerved at the thought that it might be griffins coming to take her away, what if they found out about Thornforg and her? Maybe they saw him fly out of the window! What would she do?

"Ma'am, you'll have to pay rent tonight if you want to be here tomorrow." The words was like sweet nectar to hear ears, and with a grunt she made her way over to the mirror, her slightly tinted pink eyes shone like two miniature suns, her mane looked a bit disheveled but nothing a bath couldn't fix, the yellow mane didn't stand out too much with the rest of her body, but it's a difference one can easily spot, a thin yellow color adored her coat, her cutie mark off a plate with panckaes and a crystal on top, she snickered a little at the thought of how she got it.

She looked around in the room, the gray marble making it almost look like an ancient castle clashing with her silver mirror, a lone bed stood in the far end off the room, the tangled sheets clearly stating she's had a visitor.

With a sigh, she called out to the young colt "Yes, of course, i'll be there in a minute, just need to find my bits." this was a lie, she knew exactly where her bits was, she never let them out of her sight for longer then a few hours at max.

She went over to her bed and fixed the sheets, her nose wrinkled slightly at the smell of sweat and other unpleasant fluids, ignoring this until later she took out fifteen bits from her coin purse under the bed and made her way over to the door, opening it she instantly saw one griffin and one young colt.

A little nervously she handed the young pony her fifteen bits, the griffin watched on with a passive expression, his eyes wandering around the room before setting on her mirror.

"Excuse me ma'am, is that your mirror?" he nodded towards it, a faint clinking of metal on metal could be heard as he did so, with a sideways glance she saw the large broadsword attached to his right side.

"Why yes, yes it is, it's a family heirloom passed down for a few generations." she prepared herself for an assault, few Griffins had any respect for ponies and those that did was usually sent to be executed under the charges of "Treachery"

He nodded slowly before attempting to enter the room, Griffins may be strong but earth ponies held strength and size over them any day off the week, which is why he found himself unable to get past her.

"Excuse me, Miss..." He let it hang in the air as he kept his impassive expression on, though she could see a small smile start to form at the side off his beak if you watched closely.

"Crystal Pancakes, and I believe that under user agreement one six two page B paragraph four it clearly states that no inhabitant must let any armed resident into their room unless under suspicion of a crime, and I believe that my record is clean."

His smile faltered before it was even completed, and a deep scowl replaced it.

"Now you listen to me Miss Pancake-" She interrupted him with a smug grin.

"I prefer Miss Crystal, my friends call me Crystal." her smug look only made the griffin angrier.

"Very well then, Miss Crystal" He spat the word out like a sour poison. "If you expect me to believe that a broke whore of a pony would be able to afford that mirror, even if it was passed down for generations, you're sorely mistaken, you've clearly stolen it, and I know just who's wall it would look so much better on." This time he gave her a sinister smile as his talon moved towards his sword, getting a better look at the blade she could see the poor item, it was dented, bent and slightly blunt, probably something he found on the streets after a gang brawl.

"Who knows? Maybe even i'll get a promotion for killing a pony thief who's stolen a high commanders silver mirror." He spat, the small colt slowly started backing away, Crystal Pancakes knew it wasn't long before reinforcements arrived.

"Your blade is blunter than your personality, Griffin, I would be surprised if you even managed to cut butter with that thing." She braced herself for impact, knowing the anger problems a lot of Griffins had.

"It may not be the sharpest tool in the box, but you're just a pony! I would be surprised if you even knew how to wield a blade." He lunged forward with a downward slash, feeling it connect with something he let out a shout of triumph, before he heard a sigh from underneath him, his eyes went wide as he heard his sword crack, falling to the ground he looked up to see Crystal move towards him, shards of his blade adoring her hooves.

He tried to defend himself with his broken broadsword, the kick she sent connected with it and he felt his arm crack.

"How shameful, a griffin defeated by a pony? I won't kill you, you'll never live to see the light of day anyways, I know what Fyron does to those who brings shame to his people."

He started shaking, thinking of what happened to the weak griffins.

"I'll be an exception! I'll bring him your head, Horse!"

Crystals eyes went darker, and the aura emitting from her seemed to change from rightful justice to something more... Sinister.

"Very well, be that way, bird." She turned around, and with a single swift kick from one leg she knocked the griffin right out.

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Three Months Later.

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Crystal Pancakes was in pain.

Yet she couldn't be happier.

She was going to be a mother, the only question that lingered in her mind was 'Is it going to be a Griffin... Or a pony?' A question indeed, for the century.

If she only knew.

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One hour later.

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Crystal looked down at her child with a mix of sadness, pride and questions, the second emotion winning out.

"Oh... If only your father was here to see you now." She smiled down at the griffin and pony hybrid, the rear hooves blending nicely with the rest of his body, a white beak adored his face as he blinked up on his mother.

"What to name you..? You're so much like your father, except your little white beak... I wounder what Thorn would have called you?" She giggled and gently caressed his head.

"Probably something silly, like Tyron, or Tartian, he always liked names that started on a T, he said it stood for Tenderness, and it's something every warrior would have, else he'dd be just a beast." She read the words from memory as if it was a manuscript, and she was the star actor, perfectly mimicking the tone and words.

The small, wooden room with little a single silver mirror adoring it's wall, on top of a desk just beneath the mirror there was a letter simply stating Fyron, she knew that they would find her sooner or later, her only wish was that her child would be far away when they do.

She let out a weak sigh and forced herself awake, the grin on her face betraying how tired she felt.

"I'm so sleepy... I wish I could just... Just sleep, yes... Sleep sounds good." She looked at her son one last time and muttered her final words.

"You're so beautiful, White Beak."

Her eyes slowly closed, and with a smile on her lips Crystal left this world.