Our Little Scrapbook

by Astral Star and Company

Rating: everyone
Tags: Random, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Other, Original Character
Length: 1041

A collection of literature and various ideas of everyone in our little company.

Stories, poems and other things written by us that may or may not become more. This is a collection of all our ideas, constantly growing in complexity and quality. Some of these are seeds to become new stories in the future. Others are merely ways for us to unwind, and record our thoughts.

Whatever the case, here are our ideas. You're welcome to have a look!

(Rating, character tags, etc... will be attributed to each individual piece)

Published 2014-09-11 12:10:03 UTC
Last updated 2014-09-11 12:10:03 UTC

Foreword

Greetings and Salutations Everypony!

I am Astral Star, presenting to you an ongoing side project to our everyday lives. This will be a collection of short stories, fairy tales, poems and the like, that all of us here have decided to write.

None of the stories here would've been done with the full expectation of being added to this collection. Anything that jumps into our imagination will be recorded, and if seen fit, added to this collection.

This is as much a personal thing, as a public thing. We are merely sharing some stories with you, hoping that you would enjoy them as much as we have enjoyed writing them.

Without further ado, read on!

Verity Honora: Poem to the Poor

Do you hear the cry of the homeless?

The sounds of bleak despair,

The agony of a hundred souls,

Longing for life up there.

Do you know where to find them?

The people cursed with poverty,

The streets are crowded with their pleas,

Begging for the kindness of nobody.

Can you see their faces?

The model of living death,

They starve in the hold of shadows,

Hoping for life’s true breath.

Do you know what they look like?

Frail, thin and boned,

And to think all they want to do,

Was to be with their own.

Do you know what to do?

About the Pain and suffering,

It is time for someone else to tell,

The world about its wrongdoings.

You should help the needy,

You know what you should do,

You must feed and clothe them,

A shelter would do too.

Give them warm compassion,

Give them tender loving care,

The homeless were just like us,

You only need to get them there.

Banish the object of poverty,

Drive away all traces of their pain,

For if it rears it’s ugly head,

Our people will fall again.

Tell the world about this strife,

Make them listen to your plea,

Or the cry of a thousand homeless,

Will never come to cease.

Astral Star: The Deep Darkness

Long ago, beyond the magical land of Equestria, there was once a grand kingdom.

It was ruled by a beautiful queen, who was loved by all throughout the land, it prospered and grew beyond anything any pony could have imagined. The land flourished in her care, the water and wind sung her praises to the glorious sky above. Not a single tear was shed, for as long as she had lived. The people bowed in the streets, flowers were tossed in her wake, and ponies cheered for joy for every smile she threw their way.

One day, she began to grow old. The people began to worry, they knew not what would happen to their bountiful land without her care and service. Before the time of her passing, she adopted an apprentice, one who she would nurture and train to take her place once the time is right.

This little foal grew up big and strong. She was beautiful and wise, almost equaling her mentor in every shape and form. The queen, so proud of her student was she, that she was blind to the darkness seeping into the little mare's heart.

Unknown to all but herself, the mare was insatiable. Tasting the power of the queen's knowledge and magic, she hungered for more. She begun a quest for power that would consume her in mind, body, and eventually, spirit.

Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, and months turned to years as she searched. Hours upon hours she spent, trawling through all the known magics, learning every single one until she's mastered them all. Yet, her hunger did not cease, she yearned for more, she wanted power above all else.

She wanted power, she wanted might, she wanted omniscience, she wanted...

Divinity

Decades since the beginning of her search, she came upon a tome so ancient and powerful, it had been kept secret for all of known history. Inside, it gave her everything she wanted. The most powerful and darkest of magics laid bare before her hungry eyes, she took it all. She absorbed all this knowledge, and it in turn consumed her. She was no longer the mare that lived under the shadow of a queen.

She was POWER!

Soon she confronted her former mentor, in an attempt to usurp the throne, she engaged a colossal battle of magical might. The queen, with a heavy heart, stood against her pupil. Darkness and anarchy spread across the land as the two forces fought for dominance. The Kingdom fell to ruin as Chaos claimed the people.

The once beautiful kingdom, crumbled into living death as war and strife plagued the land for years gone by. Seeing the destruction that their conflict had wrought, the queen pleaded for the fighting to end. But her pupil was beyond caring now, all she wanted was power, and she couldn't care less what happened to those in her way.

The queen, with tears in her eyes, called upon the most sacred and forbidden of magic. With her superior majesty, she wasted away all that her pupil had become. She forcefully divided power from body, killing her student in the process. She gathered all the darkness, all the destruction, all the strife and flung it away, into lands beyond sight and memory.

Swollen with grief and sadness, the queen past away an sorrowful shell of her former self. The land withered, the water and wind stilled their song, and the sky darkened in its absence. The Kingdom mourned for the loss of their queen

It wasn't long before the sands of time claimed them. Long faded into distant memory, their sadness reached deep into the earth below, never to see the light of day.

Years afterward, their agony poisoned the land above. Their wailing conjured a fog so thick, that even light dared not go further. The Kingdom became shrouded in darkness, as the students final curse wreathed the sky in black. Creature's beyond knowledge, embodiment of destruction and death claimed this land for their own.

The power of the student, slumbered deep beneath its soil, feeding its spawn with corrupt and dangerous power.

And that, is how the Darkness came to be.

Pruina Snowheart: Bedtime Poem

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