Child of Two Worlds: Power Games

Author's Note: Sorry for the wait. My Mac committed suicide so I lost draft one of the chapter. Also, read the prologue again, I've changed something.

Zebra Tribes Compound, Zebra Tribes, March 4th, 1 L.F. (Luna’s Freedom)

         Steel clashed. The cheers of the crowd filled the square. Both warriors prepared to strike again at their opponent. The tall one charged, using his magic to hold the giant halberd. The smaller one jumped out of the way. The tall one’s halberd smashed down onto the brick street instead of his intended target. He jumped out of the way as the smaller one lunged at him with his katanas.

         The smaller of the two was named Saturn, a younger, stranger alicorn. Centauri, the larger one, was a more normal alicorn. Saturn was of the Sol house while Centauri has of Alpha lineage. The Alpha and Sol houses had been at war unofficially for hundreds of years. This duel was a result of the never-ending feud. Since this was a formal duel, the authorities would allow it.

         The purpose of this duel was to see who would gain ownership of a simple house in the compound. The two had come to the Zebra Tribes Compound to start a new life. Unfortunately, there was only one house left and they were not going to share a single square hoof of it. The anger the two shared only increased once they found out each other’s family background.

         Saturn and Centauri continued their fighting. While most alicorns would’ve focused on Centauri’s strength, the crowd focused on Saturn’s fighting style. The small alicorn held his two katanas in his wings and shot bolts of lightning for his strange horn. While most alicrons have a straight horn, Saturn had a horn that split into two parts that formed a “U” shape. This greatly enhanced his magic abilities.

Saturn flew up into the air knowing Centauri couldn’t follow him. The larger of the two had focused all of his strength into holding his weapon. The smaller own looked own to examine the larger one. Centauri’s pure black mane had been shortened by Saturn’s lighting magic, his dark blue coat had several cuts caused by Saturn’s katanas, and his wings had lost several feathers.

Centauri looked up and did the same. Saturn’s red mane remained intact, his green coat had several scrapes and bruises from when Saturn was knocked down onto the ground, and his armored wings that held his two katanas remained untouched. The crowd surrounding the square watched and waited in suspense for something to happen.

The smaller of two lunged at the larger alicorn. Centauri brought up his halberd and parried Saturn’s attack. Little did Centauri know, he had fallen into Saturn’s trap. Right as Centauri was about to execute Saturn, a powerful bolt of lightning struck his horn. Centauri lost control of his magic and his halberd fell down right next Saturn’s body. Saturn smiled; everything was going according to plan.

As Centauri fell to the ground paralyzed in pain, his life ended before his suffering could continue. The crowd watched in awe. Saturn stood there; his two katanas were plunged into the chest of the larger alicorn. The amazement of the crowd soon changed to fear.

“Are you Saturn Sol?” asked a strange voice. Saturn turned around and saw the crowd had parted. In the middle of the path the crowd had created, stood monks. They rarely ever came out of the temple in the center of the compound. The small alicorn hoped this had nothing to do with the duel.

“That is me.” Saturn said as he removed his blood-stained katanas from Centauri’s body.

“Saturn Sol, by order of High Elder Zeus you are required to come with us to the temple.” said

the leader of the group of monks. As soon as he finished speaking, the three alicorns behind him unsheathed their swords and looked at Saturn.

“As Zeus commands.” said Saturn.

“Follow us.” said the leader. The other sheathed their blades and turned around. The leader motioned for Saturn to follow. Saturn nodded, sheathed his katanas, and followed the monks. As he walked, he could hear the crowd whispering.

“Zeus is going to smite him.”

“No one is ever called to the temple.”

“That flank is going to be burned to a crisp.”

Saturn didn’t care to hear anymore of the crowd’s statements. He used his magic to block them out. The walk seemed much longer then it was. He could see the fillies stop playing and staring at him and the monks. Some alicorns watched them from their windows. Saturn felt extremely nervous.

After what was really ten minutes but felt like an hour; they arrived at the temple. “Saturn Sol, go inside, High Elder Zeus will be waiting for you.” said the leader. The other three monks opened the door for Saturn. The small alicorn walked into the temple and the doors closed behind him. He then heard a voice.

“Saturn Sol?”

“That is me, High Elder Zeus.”

“Saturn Sol, are you familiar with the prophecy of the Child of Two Worlds?”

Wilderness, Free Equestrian Federation, March 5th, 1 L.F. (Luna’s Freedom)

Scootaloo sat there on the train. She was not a happy camper. Her parents were moving to some city called Trottingham in some place called the “Federation”. Her family was moving because her uncle had gotten them a nice, big house.

She had never been this angry before in her life. She couldn’t hang with the crusaders anymore, she couldn’t talk to Rainbowdash, and she couldn’t go to anymore of Pinkie Pie’s parties. Today was the worst day of her life. Her parents had tried to comfort her, but she didn’t need their comfort. They were the ones that made her upset in the first place.

It felt like the train would keep moving forever. This feeling disappeared soon because they arrived at their destination, the city of Trottingham, economic capital of the Free Equestrian Federation. The little filly hated it already. She could smell the smoke in the air and she could see the giant factories the dominated the city’s skyline.

As her family got off the train and into the city, they were met by a smiling pegasus. “Sister, Martin! It so nice to see you again! And is that you, Scootaloo? My my, haven’t you grown!” he said.

“Chester! It’s been so long! But may I ask how you got the immigration forms filled out so quickly? I would’ve thought the kingdom would’ve blocked all immigrations from happening.” said Scootaloo’s mother.

“As has everypony who has moved to the federation, but it’s actually much easier. You see my sister, the royals would love to prevent immigration here, but that would violate their law. In their constitution, they allow all royal citizens to move to any country they please. As much as they would like to prevent immigration, they know it only cause more riots.”

“That’s quite fascinating, Chester.” said Martin, Scootaloo’s father.

“I thought you would like to know that Martin. Now anyway, we don’t want to keep the carriage waiting. Follow me.” said Chester. The group now consisted of Scootaloo’s uncle, mother, father, and some of her uncle’s servants. Scootaloo just wanted to fly away, back to Ponyville, the place where everything made sense.

Within a few minutes, they arrived at the carriage. They all got on and the adults began a conversation about politics, economics, and cake. Scootaloo didn’t partake in these conversations. The little filly just sat there and looked outside of the carriage window. From this point of view, the city of Trottingham looked amazing.

“I thought unicorns weren’t allowed in the federation, why are they here?” asked Scootaloo’s mother.

“Well Tempest, it’s actually the opposite of what you think. The royals would like you to think that we hunt down unicorns and kill them or imprison them. When the country was founded, we pass the Magic Regulation Act. The MRA created a list of approved spell and magical studies. Unicorns were free to live their lives as long as they used approved spells. These spells were teleportation, levitation, you know, the basics.” said Chester.

Scootaloo could care less about the things they spoke about. She tuned them out and continued looking at the city. It looked amazing, it looked wonderful, it looked spectacular, and it was on fire! The little filly snapped out of her trance and she heard several screams and explosions.

“SCOOTALOO, DUCK!” yelled Uncle Chester. She followed his orders and ducked. A giant blast of magical energy ripped off the top of the carriage and sent the rest flying.

“IT’S THE E.R.F.!” yelled a guard as he raced to check on Scootaloo’s family.

“Attention citizens of Trottingham! This is Magistrate Crystalhorn of the Equestrian Reunification Front. The time of oppression has ended. Your salvation has arrived! Count Chester Purplemane has fallen!” yelled a loud voice.

“What?” said Scootaloo. She turned around and saw her parents, her uncle, and the servants dead. The little, pegasus filly without a cutie mark turned around again and saw the Crystalhorn character standing on top of a skyscraper. She looked at her uncle’s body again. Scootaloo knew what she had to do.

The pegasus ran towards her uncle’s body and strapped on his hoof sword. The hoof sword fit like a glove. Scootaloo thought about what she was about to do. She might have hated her parents a few minutes ago, but deep down she still loved them. Suddenly, she took to the sky.

She had never flown before. It was a wonderful feeling. Scootaloo quickly focused her attention back to the task at hoof. The filly charged at Crystalhorn, the stallion who killed her family.  As the unicorn spoke about the reunification, he suddenly stopped. He fell down to the street with a giant hole slashed into his chest. A small pegasus filly flew above the spot where the leader once stood.

Scootaloo didn’t stop there. She charged and killed at least ten more E.R.F. soldiers in her fit of rage. The pure shock that the filly’s rage caused had given the federation enough time to crush the rest of the militants. As the fighting continued, Scootaloo just sat there and cried.

They had families too; they were going to live long healthy lives; she deprived them of those lives. She continued to cry until she heard a strange voice. “It’s okay, young one.” It said.

“Who are you?” she asked in a terrified voice.

“I am General Thunderwing. You showed a lot of bravery out there, kiddo.” He said. She looked at the stallion. He was a pegasus, his coat was yellow, his mane was blue, and his cutie mark was a shield. That’s all the stallion’s armor would let her see.

“But I killed them! I ruined their lives! I ruined their families!” she cried. A surge of emotions flooded her mind. She was upset, angry, happy, proud, and depressed all at the same time.

“Kiddo, you did what you had to. They were going to kill more ponies and you stopped them. You saved them little girl. You’re a hero.”

“I am?”

“You are, kiddo. By the way, nice cutie mark.” Thunderwing said. Scootaloo quickly turned her head and looked at her flank. There, was a cutie mark of a sword.