The Timeless Chronicle

In their new positions, the lights begin to form a room. This room again. It only suits it, that it haunts me after my demise. I'm in the Throne Room. I feel a tugging in my head. My eyes move toward the middle of the room. I see Princess Celestia.

I feel the magic rising in this room. The floor starts glowing with red light. Lines. Those lines. The curse. The Mistress.

I float over to Celestia, and hear her muttering scrambled sounds. I feel tension. The curse pressing from the outside, and a small force opposing it from the inside. The force grows stronger, by the second, but so does the curse.

There is nothing I can do, but I know the outcome, don't I. I have seen Celestia, she lives. She will have to live through this too, won't she?

The muttering continues. The crowd starts panicking. Single ponies start screaming. Guards calm them down, and order an evacuation, while one of them runs towards Celestia. She touches the red barrier formed around the Princess. The guard is no longer there.

I look around, and see her, still alive, but in an indentation of her shape, in the wall.

Most ponies are outside, but a few refuse to leave. The doors are sealed off. The guards ask for the pony who did this, but no one answers.

Then a pony throws a kick. A magic missile flies through the room and hits a guard straight into the chest. The civilian ponies rage a battle against the royal servants.

The guards are caught by surprise. The situation is tense, and half of them are unconscious before the battle begins. They fight, I say, bravely, but the enemy knows to fight well as well. They are defeated.

The rebellious crowd parts, and the Mistress steps forward.

She quietens the ponies in the room, the rage and fight still buzzing in them, with a lowering of her foreleg.

Then she speaks, "Fellow fighters, feast on this fabulous fresco, for this flash of time is the one we looked forward to.

"The Princess is in our fangs, and will soon suffer the fate she deserves. It is her who banished her own sister to the dark realm of space. It is her, who, more importantly, quietened every word of it. It is her that diminished knowledge and freedom of thought for our loyalty and obedience. Today this all ends.

"The Princess will die. However this is of little significance to us. We don't need dead royals, but we do need is a symbol. We do not simply barbarically murder a pony, we send a message to a world that is deaf to any other medium.

"Today, you must remember we started small, with pleas and education, but this brought no result, only our suffering at the hands of the Equestrian Inquisition. We went through every possible scenario, but no compromise could be made.

"Remember ponies, today is not a day of vengeance. We do not hurt someone for they hurt our own. This is a completely informed, calculated choice.

"Remember that this is the only way we had to restore the freedom of our people, freedom from our thought's oppression, and constant fear.

"But most of all remember this day not as an end of a dark period, but make it a beginning of a new, brighter one.

"This is the day not Silence is gone, This is the day..."

There was a short vacuum of sound. Then everyone in the room blasted, "The Truth will Emerge!"

The Mistress sends a few ponies to barricade the doors further, and gathers the rest around the enclosed Princess, who is still muttering silently to herself. She tells them to them to fortify the spell with their magic, as every bit helps, and turns around.

There is a yellow flash, and a blast. Ponies fly into the walls, and slowly slide down, unconscious. The Mistress turns toward the Princess, angrily whispering about some stallion, gained seconds, and killing something again.

The bottom of the cursed force field begins to glow yellow. The Mistress cusses. I feel her magic reaching out, and carefully checking out the sphere with is. She screams and slides back a little.

The ponies by the door stop helping their fallen companions, and run up to her, helping her stand up. She accepts the help, but tells them to evacuate. She looks at them, with nothing but cold in her eyes, and says, "We have failed this time. The mission is off."

They gather up their fallen friends, and wake those in best condition, then run up to a segment of wall that suddenly opens. They enter, friends on their back, the secret passageway, and disappear, all but three of them.

"Aren't you coming?" one of them asks.

"There is one more chance." She turns toward Celestia and readies her horn. "Go now, fools."

"We will stand by your side," says another.

The curse is nigh completely yellow, and the mare starts accumulating a magical charge.

The curse falls.

The Mistress releases her charge.

I jump in the way. The charge flies through me unaffected.

It passes the lingering curse.

It disappears.

Celestia opens her eyes. They are glowing with the heat of the sun.

The Mistress shouts at the colts to shield themselves. A barrage of rays fall upon them and soon their shield are on the verge of breaking.

The Mistress conjures one herself over all of them, and commands them to escape. She strains herself as hard as she can, to last. They start running, but she cannot.

One of the stallions grabs her, and she holds her concentration in midst of his gallop.

They reach the hidden, now opened, entrance.

She lowers her shield, turns around and yells, "Remember this day, Celestia, for next time you wont be so lucky."

She follows her companions out, and the passage closes behind them.

I remain in the room, by Celstia's side. Her eyes' glow is faded, and she lies at the ground, having definitely overexerted herself. The curse must have been masterfully crafted, and it had a chance of containing the goddess.

I wonder what must have happened, that helped her, for if she hadn't started the counter curse before the curse became visible, she wouldn't have lasted.

I see Celestia on the ground, her features sagging, her eyes full of sorrow. There are knocks on the door. Time flies. Guards finally arrive. A search is announced.

The lights start rearranging.