If you don't understand the Laputa I'm using, Then go and watch Studio Ghibli's film 'Laputa, Castle In The Sky' right now! No, really, now!
Prince Dawn Glory sighed. He had been at work all day, what with ruling the floating kingdom of Laputa and all. The meeting with the nobles today was utterly a waste of air. The idiots had absolutely NO idea of warfare. The dragons attacking kept smashing right through what they thought was adequate. It never was.
"Your Highness?"
"Yes Bolt?"
"You're needed in the war room. We've had a 'Huge' breakthrough."
Dawn sighed. Again. Of course, the nobles try, but none of them had actually been in a war before. Unlike a certain deity, of course. I guess I should describe them to you. Prince Dawn Glory was around seven feet tall, a flowing red and blue mane, and deep, red eyes. Eyes that had seen things that would make anypony else snap. He had a lush white coat, an alicorn-sized horn and four average sized unicorn horns in the top left, top right, bottom left, and bottom right sides. His wings were transparent, and shimmered slightly. He had a crown of blue Etherium jewels, and a small amount of armour, including a chestplate, horseshoes and a barrel protector. Each were crimson and silver. Normally, he would be quite tidy in his appearance, but recently, restless nights and lack of sleep was catching up on him. He could have sworn if he fell asleep, he'd sleep for weeks straight. 'If only I were Doctor Whooves, he can just eat instead,' he mused, reminded of one of his favourite television shows while growing up.
Bolt Lightning, on the other hoof, was a promising young pegasus with sparkling blue eyes, a blue coat, and a golden mane. He very recently overtook the Prince as the fastest flyer in Laputa, at the same time snagging the title for highest endurance, agility and skill. His wings were slowly becoming transparent, showing he was reaching stallionhood. He had a small diamond-blue chest plate, with a ruby embedded in it. He had a small necklace connected to his personal laputan crystal, made of pure Etherium.
Anyway, back to the story.
Grunting, Dawn sat up and walked out of the room.
'Nobles,' he thought, 'waste of air.'
Originally, the war room was on the opposite side of the castle to the throne room, but due to the length of the war, it had quickly been moved closer.
As Dawn passed by, he noticed there were less servants rushing around than usual.
'Eh,' he thought to himself, 'probably some noble wanting something big.'
