The Arena

The coast of White Shores is a beautiful place to stay. It's tropical beaches attract tourists from all places across the planet. That's why the population is so colorful. Gryphons, Ponies, Batponies, heck, even the occasional Catpony can be sighted. White Shores is known for it's almost white sand. Said to be as white and pure as Celestia herself. The waters are as clear as crystal, allowing to see the coral reefs below. This vacationland is known to be the best place for relaxation. With the constant green grass, tropical and exotic plant life, how could someone say no to that? Rippling Tides couldn't. Rippling is a local life guard that overlooks the beach. He has always loved the ocean, and most importantly, surfing. As a private surfing instructor, he found himself well off. Making money off these shores was decently easy for him. The sandy colored stallion would always whip back his pale blue mane, hoping to attract some mares after he had been out on the water. They never seemed to notice him when he wasn't doing something moronic. In his world, he was the most awesome Pegasus ever. He always thought that his bright yellow eyes would get some attention. They never did. Despite the lack of girlfriend, he would always keep his head up. He had friends, after all. Albeit he had some rather strange friends, they were still friends. After a long day, he could always return home to his house mate Coral Reef. Her coat made her obtain the name Sunburn. Her mane and tail were almost identical to her fur, but with purple highlights near the center of her mane and tail. Sunburn was a Batpony, a natural one. She also had these awesome gray eyes, which Rippling Tides found pretty cool. Sunburn was always staying inside the house and making poetry and or reading poetry.

The only time Rippling Tides would ever see his housemate outside was when he forgot to put in his bits for the payment on the house. She was pretty mad back then. She was incredibly intimidating when she was angry like that. Her eyes would go to slits, and she would bear her fangs. It gave him chills just to think of it. Rippling Tides also had another friend, one that he referred to as the most chill out of all of his friends. His bro, Seastar. Seastar was a earth pony with a blue-greenish coat, with a light blue, wavy mane. He also had these pale blue eyes that never changed from being calm. He was given the nickname Seaweed because of his coat color. He was Rippling Tide's favorite surfing buddy. Seaweed was the only pony that could keep up to him in a surfing race. Finally, on his short list of friends was Crystal Waters. Crystal was probably the sweetest pony in Equestria, next to the element of kindness who was actually know for her sweet nature. Crystal Waters worked at the local Aquarium, and Rippling Tides would often sneak out imbetween his shifts to go visit her place of work. Crystal would always be there, with her pure white coat and wings. With wavy cyan mane and tail, Rippling Tides found to have a tiny bit of a crush on Crystal. She was the most accepting mare he knew. She accepted everypony's flaws, and even gave them tips on how to work on getting rid of their flaws. Though, Crystal didn't feel the same way about him. Obviously. The two had been friends since kindergarden, and Crystal was rather oblivious to his signs of affection. Though, Rippling Tides never exactly showed his signs of affection to her, in fear of her rejecting her and running away, calling him a 'Creep from the Sea'.

Rippling Tides was thinking of his friends as he watched over the ocean from his post on the beach. A small wooden life guard's post is where he stood. Forehooves on the railing as he stared into the horizon. The beach was quiet tonight. Normally, some teenagers would be out around this time, but unluckily for him, they weren't doing that tonight. He had always enjoyed the local hooligans racing around the beach with glowsticks in hoof. He used to be like that. Used to be. He sighed, looking out upon the stars. Back in places like Manehattan, he had heard you couldn't even see the stars due to all the light pollution that blocked out the night's stars. Rippling Tides had missed the Night. The moon. The stars. He was one of few who had cherished the night. He was thought of as a weirdo for going out this late. It was midnight. He was alone, with only his thoughts. More importantly, his regrets. He let a sigh escape his mouth. He was a cold hearted killer. Famous around Equestria. He was no better then any Eternal Night seeking goddess or Love eating terrorist.

He was the one. The one who was freed from the chains of the Arena. He had lost his friends. They no longer respected him. He was alone. He was lucky to have a job after he had gone through.

Rippling Tides brought his hooves off the wooden railing, and approached the door of the life guard outpost. He pushed it open with his right forehoof, revealing the dimly candle-lit room that he used as a work space. A life saver hung on the back wall, unused for who knows how long. A long, wooden and still polished surfboard leaned against the corner of the room. Painted with fake, blue waves. Rippling Tides remembered when he used to ride Flood. He didn't have blood on his hooves back then. Without a second glance at his trusty surfboard, he moved himself over to the desk at the front of the room. Writing utensils of all sorts lined the wooden desk. He took a seat in the uncomfortable wooden chair, picking up the quill in his hoof. He plucked a piece of paper from the pile. He had waited to do this for a while. It was time. He had to get it off his chest. Celestia, Luna, heck, even Discord needed to know. She would be after him for this. He knew she would find him somehow. Wether it be by the whispers of the wind, or the loud talk of the town, he was ready for her. Even if she brought the Champions that constantly tailed her. He wouldn't back down. She wouldn't be able to come back from this. It was time for the Princesses to see The Arena's true colors. The little toy of the Crystal Empire that somehow word of it hand't breached past it's own barriers. Rippling Tides wrote the first words of his story at the top of the page.

The Arena.

A Story by Rippling Tides.