The Return of Prophesier Quarterhorse
“You my visit my gallery anytime you wish. Have some comment or make up a story! So very few ponies ever visit my gardens and leave an opinion about my statuary. Sometimes, it’s the best way to find out what my little ponies are thinking!”She said standing near a lovely display of roses near a statue of a pony with a drawn sword caught in stone as if plunging it after a diabolical enemy.
It was too much for one of the guards.”What does that one represent?”
“Quarterhorse’s roses?”He turned red. Quarterhorse grew roses, the finest, but that wasn’t his special talent…he was a scientist; one who specialized in shooting obnoxious rockets into the sky! He was always being called to court, admonished mostly. Still, his were the finest roses in Equestria.
“Oh the statue…She was an archaeologist…um figuratively; not literally, yes figuratively…”she eyed the statue again.”She represents the triumph of truth and familial love and knowledge against…ancient evil….”She left before the guard could ask anymore question, partly because she was very spry for her size partly because his superior was giving him a stare down. He would visit the garden in his off hours.
“….this is the second infraction!” Showspear barked. Apparent, what the princess said didn't apply to late night hours upon the striking of midnight.”I ought to bust you down Broadbeam…and wearing your armor..your sun armor, while off duty!” A night guard came rushing up.
“You two! Come with me! Every available guard is to report to the princess. “He said.
“Where too?” asked Showspear breathlessly as they galloped.
“The moon room!” Said the dark guard.
“Keep up, Broadbeam!” Showspear barked as he noticed the other guard slowing down, shock registering in his mind as to where they were going.
Princess Celestia stood in the room as guards marched in. A rare sight, she was resplendent in her sun armor, looking more glorious than ever. So magical with the gold, and silver, hues, from the moon, mixing in light on the glinting plates.
“We will be enough! “She shifted her pose.”Magi have prophesied that a sign this night would appear, in this room. That it heralds the moon princess’s return. They were late. I was just informed! It will be only a sign, I assure you Nightmare moon will not return as prophesied for hundreds of years, yet. I have no idea what it will be. But we will match it, we are prepared! Whatever may come, whether it be friend…”green sparks started to pop behind her.”…or foe! Get ready.”Celestia bowed her head, readied her ancient weapons, the scythe, as her horn glowed.
Green fire appeared dragon fire! The amount of fire, which would be a monstrous dragon, as the score of guards quaked, Celestia gave orders.
”Stand fast!”she barked.
It was like a funeral pyre only in reverse. Having a brier appear and then a figure suddenly unobscured by flames. He was stretched out ceremonially on a bier of flowers…moon flowers.
Celectia tilted her head and approached cautiously, “Stay back!”She cried as the guard began to move. They freeze, with clumsy clanking. The figure is wearing what looks like some kind of armored garb, with a helmet that is like a fish bowl. As she removes its helmet there is a hiss sound. Gently, pulling the helmet off the head, the mane and beard cascade out of it from the figure.
She looked at one off the youngest night officers, “Go fetch the royal cornier.”He ran off in a gallop. After his echoing hoof falls faded she turned back to the figure.
She then says with a smirk, ”You cleaver stallion, you! You never did intend to float above equestrian using centrifugal force.”As her smile fades, her eyes look to the floor sadly
The coroner arrives his exuberance suddenly tempered, disappointed to see Celestia.
”In his burial, have him afforded all rights and privileges as Prince Consort.” At that Celestia turns to leave tucking the helmet under her wing, momentarily picking up a single rose that had been carefully placed beside him, as the coroner begins a preliminary examination.
As the gaurd slowly begin to file out of the room. Broadbeam says to Showspear.
“I don’t get it.” . “She never liked Prophesier Quarterhorse.” said the young guard to the older beside him.
“You don’t notice much, do you kid.” Showspear said as the coroner turned the Quarterhorse’s head, revealing a kiss mark on his check of the darkest shade of cosmetics.
“Celestia never was his princess!”
Author's Note
Another venture into this the unknown.
Roses
Celestia held the helmet up before her. Her image was all distorted and funny. Wasn't life like that. Somepony would go to all the trouble to find sand for glass then some pony else created glass and then somepony else took that glass and changed its shape and color then petty soon someponies nose was all askew. Somepony, somepony, somepony, somepony else....
There was a knock on the door.
"Come in."Celestia said cheerfully placing the helmet down on her desk as it distorted the image of the rose besides."Ah, Broadbeam. Newest member of the day guard...so how was night duty...because you really shouldn't be in the gardens at night, might meet a unicorn mage having visions. Startle one, and then you're powder! Poof!" Broadbeam shifted uncomfortably.
"Um, I was told by my superior to report to you as soon as I was done."he said."I was wondering why you decided to have me be part of the honor guard?All the other guards were of the night.I kind of stuck out like a sore frog. You know. Of the night,neither seen nor heard..."
"Until the princess return, I know." Celestia said with a smile."Just a bunch of colts when I, they, tumbled out of my closet one morning like keystone coppershoes!" She said."Just a bunch of kids...just like Quarterhorse."as she looked out the window at the moon.
"Just let her talk."Broadbeam remembered Showspear telling him."That's what you are there for."
Celestia looked up at the moon through the window."I remember him coming to court. His mother and father were both horticulturalists, that is to be expected from earth ponies.They had brought their son to court that day to present me with something special." She picked up the rose beside the helmet.
"A rose your majesty?"
"Not just any rose. The...perfect...rose.So beautiful so fragrant you are divided between eating it, of which I knew I would be totally heartbroken, and clutching it tightly!"she gently cradled it."The child's career would have been made as the royal gardener!Yet he had no cutie mark. I didn't believe he had grown it. I told him to take the rose and create a bush for it. That bush I showed you the other day. He and his parents agree but the need time so I allowed them to go through my personal library. First the found a preservation spell. Then Quarter horse took cells and was able to reproduce the plant. I was thrilled, until I saw that rocket on his flank. He had found an ancient tomb of angles of trajectory.Well his parents insisted he full fill his destiny!That's how I lost my gardener and had to put up with new blooms all over the daylight sky! Of all the check.He took his rose back too!"
"Roses..."
"So that is how it all started ma'am."Broadbeam asked."How he started a rocket program that you sponsored to fly above equestria with centrifugal force?"
"Uhhu. Even the parts you can't remember."she said turning back to him with a smile."Thank you for listening."
"That is what I am here for mama."
"Broadbeam was it?"
"Yes maam."
"Well,its getting late Broadbeam. You have duties to perform."as she walked toward the door. Next time please, when you have the day off. Enjoy the garden.A little thing out of place and everypomies schedule is turned upside down!"
"I could go and get that rose for you from his estate if you like."
"There really is no need."she said
"I'm sure its still around, because of that preservation spell."he said.
"Your right.This is the one."she said holding it aloft. Still perfect.
Broadbeam looked at the two of them.
"I never was his princess."she said.
Author's Note
The 1000 word limit.
