The Ides Of March

by Industrialist Prince

Rating: mature
Tags: Comedy, Tragedy, Random, Dark
Length: 302

Queen Chrysalis sneaks into her private bedroom and begins to play with her new friends.

Queen Chrysalis sneaks into her private bedroom and begins to play with her new friends.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2015-06-30 15:02:55 UTC

Good Morning (Prologue)

I look into the mirror. The reflection of the restroom I am in including me is shown in it. I bring up my forehooves and turn on the facet to the sink in front of me, releasing crystal clear water. I close my eyes and sink my head in. I immediately bring my head back out. I grab a towel and start drying my face with it. I return to the mirror and look into it.

"Good morning" I say to myself as the words echo the empty bathroom. I stare at myself, picking at every detail I have. My eyes, my teeth, my mane, my wings, and even more are all subject to my self ridicule. Every part of me is imperfect and...just not right.

I then feel a peculiar feeling. I feel my heart thumping fast. I begin to breathe faster and faster. I don't know what is happening.

"Hey, I don't feel so good.", I say in a quite loud manner, and in a calm tone, but with desperation laced in the phrase.

I begin to feel sweat dripping from my forehead. I keep staring at the only thing I can keep focus on; the mirror. I rubbed my forehead with my hoof, and felt my hoof get drenched in sweat.

"Something's not right...", I say in a quiet and fearful tone. The world begins spinning around me. My vision becomes blurry. I begin to let out a large scream. My scream gets quieter to myself, and eventually I can barely hear myself.

"Somethings washing over me...what the buck is this?!", were the last words I could hear before my world went black. I felt myself fall, and eventually I could not feel anything anymore. Am I asleep? Am I dead? I can't die yet!