Author's Note

It stands as a fact for others to respect you, but with wealth? No, this cannot be The Essence of Dignity.

Chapter 1: A Horrible Introduction

The air endured in a still positioning, specifying abomination toward the young stallion. His emotionless facial features were quite absent, nevertheless in his mind he knew exactly what lingered as his objective. The young stallion’s name remained as an honor toward the royal family — Firefrost. His features were long and sturdy chassis, and a unicorn who desired to learn. He cadenced along the path that he was required to stroll, and so he lingered for his long-lasting journey. Once at the edge of the enormous mountain, the young stallion initiated to climb toward his harmony — his home.
“Hopefully none of my sisters had settled a ceremony for me… It’s the simplest thing I have not written on paper”, he sarcastically considered. What he alleged remained as a mystery, but his instincts told a sense of dread, which he will contact in moments.
As the young stallion suspected to be safe before the one place stated as Canterlot, he corrected himself to be fixated toward the fact that he was a guest. But within this town, would he find agreement to his personality: one headed, harsh, sophisticated, and etcetera? But from which this town had given a shiver down his spine, he stepped forward into the civic.
As stumbled with one hoof at a time, a sense of inconvenient idiosyncrasy received from the town’s citizens felt as if hitting harsh into his chest. “What a beautiful town, but too formal to be capable of any kind. Why do these mares and stallions wear such… artificially created clothes?” his mind pondered. The town’s citizens were simply too authentic to even being offensive. Delicate suits shaped from fabric presented a fabulous and exotic representation, but may these citizens go over the line? His mind lingered onto this questioning, but with a sudden notion around him, he remained to be felt as a foreigner who is complex and typically unknown. Eyes glued to him from the inhabitants, and his lightened feeling was stiffened as he actualized what the word authentic meant. Embarrassment from the citizens, his mind did not endure such ignorance from the exotic cloths of theirs.
But from afar his position, he distinguished a similar perceiving figure, which he may require to call it as his sister. But the stallion’s emotionless facial features presented no elements of regression, but rather a dull-looking face with a sign of retribution and vengeance with every inch of his soul. The air somewhat turned itself on, creating a minor amount of rather windy motions which brushed against the stallion’s mane. His white-blue hair turning quite red beneath the fur.
As Celestia stood there — before the stallion that she typically used to call as brother — her face frowned. Tears swelled into puddle underneath her skin but she did not dare to show such incompetent motion within the crowd. Her hoof landed onto the ground for a hard step, which frightened the young stallion before her.
And as Firefrost retreated backward as a reaction toward his sister, he sensed fury underneath his skin. His mind may perhaps consider and loiter upon the actuality that his sister remained reckless. His emotion relies on himself, but he revealed no passion toward his sister, Celestia. “Come here”, Celestia whispered with a tone of a chant-like choir, although Firefrost retorted with a dull, smothery, but a diffident voice, “Hmm…?”
“Come on, don’t be shy”, Celestia’s voice protruded from the crowd. No one observed their reunion, only a mist of darkened judgments which anointed Firefrost.
“As if I was the shy one, sis… You don’t even comprehend that word. My life remained as a hell until I got accustomed to it, so you better show it off”, Firefrost rumored inside his head. But Celestia somewhat detected the young stallion’s connotation, and shuddered herself into place of a princess. Her wings spread out with a lightweight mean as the citizens perceived the two relatives. She quivered of being rejected by her own brother, thus she attempted to seize onto her brother. “Ah!” Firefrost cried out as his sister clutched onto him with force, but he incessantly insisted.
“What are you doing, Firefrost? We’ve got a ceremony for you and you’re insisting?”
“Sorry… I’m… quite in pressure”, Firefrost replied with an anxious grin on his face. “You don’t seem well…” Celestia comprehended. “Of course she would notion only the portion of me which is under the cover of anxiousness and apprehensiveness.”
“Let’s go, Firefrost!” Celestia’s voice toned as she loosened her tight grip around Firefrost and turned her gaze glued toward the palace. “I hope my sister had not forgotten the fact that I’m a unicorn…” Firefrost mused. But after all, he would not forget the fact that this is a reunion, and a state of being rather a whole. “Rather acquire the easier part, and follow the crowd.”