The Paper in the Fireplace
It was a sunny morning in the extravagant city of Canterlot, the capital of the grandest nation in the known land, Equestria. Within that city were ponies of leadership, style, brilliance, adventure. Some were guards, while others were entrepreneurs. The ponies of this grand city were experts of arts, war, and fashion. Ponies were never greater in this world.
And then there was Sir Ensrel Windslaw.
He was considered, for a time span of nearly half of his life, the most failed Canterlotian who had the status of "Elite". He was the one pony at the Gala which nopony would dare speak to, in fear of being harassed by others.
Great waves crashed against a submerging vessel. No shouts, screams, voices, or hoofsteps could be heard from her decks. The roar of an immense fire on board had reduced to small flickers of light thanks to the seawater, but all was too late. The beautiful sailing ship from hours before had transformed into a burnt and drenched crisp. The sky was an ominous dark shade, devoid of light. The only way a pony could see would be from the fire patches or the occasional lightning strike. The thunder was worse than anypony had ever heard. The deep boom would deafen ones ear from being too close to it's source. Thunder would roll into the distance for what seemed like eternity, and for every boom, more rain would fall.
Such a terrible scene would seem surreal to an everyday pony. But what happened was anything but fantasy. No, this was the final resting place of the Hydralac, the strongest vessel to ever sail at that time.
Nopony would ever know of her final moments at sea, and the brutality and bloodshed caused. Nopony would know because there was no land for many miles. Her crew had ventured out into the unknown, discovering many things on their way. The unfortunate tragedy struck on their way back to Equestria. It was a saddening ending for her crew.
Suddenly, out of the darkness of the never ending ocean, there was a splash.