"I'm sorry my little ponies, I'm afraid there's nothing we can do...this is th-" The unhappy white noise echoed through the royal hall, ponies yelling, crying, all things loud, you name it. The princess of the sun, with beads of sweat running down her snow white coat. She began to look paler than usual, if that's even possible. Then violence crashed down like a wave, as ponies began to start throwing things. A flurry of chairs and bottles flew through the crowd, as the crashing and clinking sent waves that seemed to smack the distressed princess in the face. She tried to reason, she tried to speak, she tried to bring them back to their composure, but to no avail in any way, shape, or form. Each word she tried to speak, only sent a bottle or a chair, so close to contact, it grazed the short hairs on her snow white coat. Unfortunately for Princess Celestia, even if the ponies have knowledge of her authority, such a thing wouldn't silence the angered ponies. They cried, they screamed, shedding tears, blood, and sweat, their efforts of rage making no change of the princess's decisions, for she thought it was best for Equestria. As Celestia's anger grew, the ponies violence grew larger and larger. All the ponies sent wave after wave of anger and tension, the princess absorbing it, the feelings becoming her own. Unable to find anything else to do, and with a cry of anger and a blinding light, the ponies did as the princess cried, "SILENCE!". The angered ponies became passive, and did so. They sat, all attention coming to the mare. The alicorn stepped forward, using a more stern and frustrated voice, "Now, before I was rudely interrupted," she stated, ponies mumbling, and looking around in embarrassment and shame, "I was going to say that there was nothing we could do. I don't want to do this, however, it's the only possible act we can bring that won't result in danger that could hurt all my subjects." The ponies looked around, bewildered and confused. A stallion began to speak, "I understand your act,but how will this