Lionborne

by Cloudiest Nights

Rating: teen
Tags: Adventure, Alternate Universe
Length: 265

"The world is changing, Little One... Be ready." In a time long past, dark magic, older magic, governed the laws of Equestria. Sworn oaths were binding, and those of the royal line possessed a power unmatched: complete immortality from any harm.

"The world is changing, Little One… Be ready."

In a time long past, dark magic, older magic, governed the laws of Equestria. Sworn oaths were binding, and those of the royal line possessed a power unmatched: complete immortality.

Barrier, a naive young prince of the Royal Line, is summoned by a dying relative in the Great Northern to take ownership of his land.

Lionheart, a petty thief extrodinare, is simply trying to make each day - and each robbery, pick pocket, and heist - profitable enough for each day's food and lodging.

Fate, as it goes, can change around a pony's destiny in the strangest of ways.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2015-04-12 06:45:46 UTC

1 The Way Winds Blow

-Chapter 1-

The Way Winds Blow

"I'm dying. Your life is in my hooves. All that I have is yours."

Overnight, those three sentences indirectly led to sporadic riots across the land, an attempted coup in the Great Northern and more than a few arrests of ponies both guilty and innocent.

Directly, they changed one pony's idea of how his life would play out.

Now, while the riots were calmed after a few hours and a few beatings, and while the coup was decimated in a day and those arrested thrown in dungeons, the thoughts going through that one pony's mind only churned around more and more, multiplying and accumulating like a carbonated brandy until they popped.

"Why me?!" Barrier roared, throwing himself out of bed and landing shakily on the cold obsidian floors with visible effort. His shout bounced disjointed through his wing of the palace reminding him of the situation with each reverbing word.

It had been three days since he received the news. Three days since he became a High Lord overnight. Three days spent with plentiful food, plentiful pillows and plentiful alcohol. Barrier didn't eat much or get much sleep, but he did make use of all those drinks.

"I wasn't an old friend of his," he whispered as he paced back and forth. "I never sided with him, I never dined with him, i never even met him!" Barrier's voice grew steadily until he was shouting again. He stopped to listen. The only answer he received were his own desperate words.