Chapters Chapter I; Chrysalide Des Cieux
It was a cold January day, and the clocks were striking twelve. Victor Arsenault, his dewy, juniper eyes drifting to the emerald chrysalis, washed with the soft winter light. The reflecting colours of the junebug green cocoon danced joyfully as if yearning for all the pleasures of Spring. Its divine yet modest glow pined for the fresh strawberries, tea sandwiches, and cakes of afternoon teas enveloped in the warm April air.
“Chrysalide Des Cieux, huh…” he mumbled to himself.
As one of his metallic prosthetic hooves stroked through his grizzled mane and he gazed deeply into his green visage, he let out a bitter sigh. A chrysalis from the heavens… it’s brought me nothin’ but prosperity yet guilt plagues my heart when I lose myself in its charms . Though the verdant cocoon’s ethereal radiance rivalled the garden of Eden, traces of villainy slithered under each layer. As Victor levitated the pupa and tucked it in his vest, he heaved himself from his bureau and drifted his attention to the snow-covered garth outside his lunette window. The sky donned her crystal-white gown that morning, the drapes kissing the grounds of Equestria. He ambled to the door, the withered wooden planks creaked under each trot he took and as he set hoof outside, the brisk air caressed his cheeks. Meek blackcaps serenaded the delights of Winter as they rested on mistletoe branches, the berries bunched like drops of ruby. The newly clothed trees rose like white fairy tails in that wintry scenery, for the grey clouds had bequeathed a bounty of snow.
As the snow crunched under his hooves, a choreographed ballet conducted by the light blew over the opal clearing danced under the light. Soft soughs of the wind mingled with the distant cries of torment. As Victor toiled onward, the cries grew louder and the billows of snow drenched in carnelian and the scent of iron became increasingly apparent. Right as he had intended to turn his head away, the familiarity of the scene gravitated him. Unease and terror brewed and churned in the pits of his stomach as dread swept him off his hooves. A disfigured crown, embellished with mutilated cuprite stained the marble coat garnet. “Velebeth…” Victor stifled as his husky voice trembled.
His thoughts spiralled out of control, desperately trying to uncover the cause of her passing. The mare’s delicate, porcelain coat plastered by her once opaque white nightgown, now permeated with her blood, her stiff, lifeless body strung out as if she was a lamb to the slaughter. He shook his head. She’s gone. She’s really gone… His clouded eyes darted desperately with the metronome in his chest growing faster.
The distortion of reality made anything and everything in-cohesive. The tracks of sanity have been mangled beyond recognition, littered with industrial movements and peppered with echoes of what used to be instruments. Fragments of melodies overlapped one another, fighting for the limelight which often made him ponder whether either one of those tunes really ever existed at all.
Though his heart was still beating, the essence of what made him, him, had decayed, his mind wilted and withered, leaving only a hollow husk of a stallion he once was. His eyes melted into the pool of malachite, drops of pearls welled. “What’s there to live for in life? For all the respect an’ charity of others purely cus’ of the occupation you fill? These professions determine lives, grantin’ us happiness yet never fulfillment. I’m guilty of the fruits they bear though, I feel no remorse or sympathy for lives lost yet when you, Velebeth…” Victor breathed. “What has become of us? How were we so blind to this? Velebeth, my love, you won’t need to wait any longer, for I will embark on a journey to resurrect you, even if the lives of other ponies must trot to the other side in exchange.” His coarse hooves clutched the chrysalis, ripping it from its nest and shattering it. Puffs of smoke envelop his flushed face as he drags the disfigured gem through the snow.
As the clouds of smoke washed over the late unicorn, her sides began rising and falling. Though a pulse was present, her mind and motion did not return. Before anypony else had stumbled upon such a crime against nature, the stallion unicorn mustered the last sliver of magic and teleported both him and the mare back to his store. As he hurriedly shut every window and closed every blind, setting Velebeth onto a spare mattress, tucking her under a thick, padded quilt. While carefully kindling some firewood and piped the dwindling embers with his bellows, his sullen malachite drifted back to the mare in slumber.
The weathered stallion sat himself at his study and collected himself. After reevaluating his and the mare’s circumstances, it was clear that he would have to spend a substantial amount of time tending to her and if he was honest with himself, he would be unfit to travel far with his prosthetic legs. “Celestia was not kind to us but I shall find a way for you.” Victor reassured the unconscious mare as he hastily levitated a scroll and quill. Velebeth never had many ponies she would regard as friends but the ones she did were genuine. Other than Victor, she was terribly close with a travelling group of bards. The band often traveled around Equestria and after a few moments of pondering their names, it hit him. After much thought, the stallion began writing his letter to them for aid;
Dear Killjoy Basso and band,
I regret to inform you all that Velebeth Rosenberg has fallen victim to a tragic incident which has left her in critical condition. I trust that you all understand I could not alert the royal guards of this due to her line of work but it’s important that you all know that it seems she won’t be able to gain consciousness if not for some divine intervention. I apologise for not being able to provide further information but I beg of you to please hurry to The Crested Crux at 7/25 Canterbury Avenue, which should be 3o’clock from Canterlot archives. I trust that you will arrive quickly.
Sincerely, Victor Arsenault.
The stallion hastily wax sealed the letter and galloped to the nearest post office. Once Victor returned back, the mare was still resting on her bed, the slow rise and fall of the blanket reassuring the stallion of her wellbeing. “Don’t worry hun, you’ll be alright…”
Chapter II; Canterlot Archives
“Hey Kill, there’s a letter for you.”
A white unicorn with a choppy burgundy mane levitated an envelope over to a creamy white pegasus brandishing a Moorish bass. “It’s even got a red wax seal! What’d you do this time…”
The pegasus mare placed her instrument down and shook her head, “Nothin’! At least not recently I don’t think…”
Peeling back the envelope haphazardly, and pulling the faintly vanilla-scented letter, three express train tickets to Canterlot slipped out. Confused, two ponies read through the letter thoroughly, their expressions growing more and more distraught with each sentence. Killjoy promptly packed her bass guitar and other essentials for the journey ahead as Blast informed her sister, Rosella. As the twin unicorn hastily trotted into the living room where the pegasus was, her bated breath interrogated the two as she levitated the letter towards herself.
“I swear if this is another one of your pranks-”, her vexed voice cutting off as her stunned eyes glazed over the piece of paper. As quick as the unicorn trotted out, she was back in her room and out again with two saddlebags, one for herself and one for Blast. The three promptly set out to catch the next train to Canterlot.
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The clock struck one and the band of bards galloped towards Ponyville Train Station, the clickity clacks of their hoofsteps overlapping each other as they hit the wooden planks. With just a minute to spare, the Canterlot Express Train arrived, steam seeping from underneath the rails and from the chimney. The carnelian velvet carpet padded their steps as the three mares climbed aboard. Greeted by the upholstered booths, adorned with bolster cushions enveloped by velvet tassel covers, they took their seats with bated breaths. It was a rarity for the bards to board a train, an express one with such rich interiors no less.
Gradually loading their saddlebags in the overhead racks, the three settle down to recollect themselves. The pegasus, still troubled, took out the now slightly creased letter, rereading it. The two unicorns looked at each other and back at the pegasus in both worry and pity.
“Sorry for dragging you two into this…” Killjoy finally spoke, her ears drooping.
Rosella shook her head, “We know you were close with Velebeth and besides we weren’t gonna let you go by yourself.”
Blast nodded and tapped the pegasus’ hoof in reassurance, “Yeah, don’t worry, Kill. I’m sure Vele’ll be just fine.”
Killjoy dipped her head and tucked the letter under her wing. Though the atmosphere was downcast, the twin’s consoling words aided in tugging a smile from the troubled mare. With things settled, the pegasus redirected her focus to the view outside, the passing white pastures and sky blended together like fleeting images on a filmstrip. Hours flew by with the sisters asleep and Killjoy still fixated outside, looking every chance she got to see how much longer until the destination. Nightfall came and went and the view of Canterlot Castle emerged from the thicket. Through crossing the border, an aerial display of the military darted through the sky in VIC formation with a dark mahogany stallion leading.
“Jetblazer? Wait guys, look! That’s my brother!” The excited mare exclaimed with her wings fluttering. Shooting up and stumbling awake, the two unicorns clambered over to the window and surveyed the sky, busy with slews of pegasi guards.
“Woah, haven’t seen him in ages!” Blast exclaimed, smiling warmly.
Rosella chimed in, “Why are there so many of them?”
“Oh yeah… Now that you say that, there’s a whole lot of ‘em out and about…” Killjoy scanned the terrain as the train slowed down to a stop. The unicorns were right, Canterlot was swarmed with herds of military ponies adorning either jet-black or vermilion uniforms, all marching around with Berettas by their sides.
As the bards retrieved their luggage and departed the train, parting ways with the luxurious transport, a tawny-coloured stallion pegasus landed at the train carriage door, a gust of wind and a group of other pegasi guards following closely behind.
“Killjoy! I knew I saw you on my flight! What brings you here?” The stallion’s smile beamed as he messed with the mare’s mane playfully. He smiled at the other two mares as he gave a nod to his soldiers, following with them dispersing.
Before the pegasus could explain, she stopped herself. It was her brother but she was more aware than anypony that Velebeth’s occupation was at the very least distasteful in most pony’s eyes and with Jetblazer being an authoritative figure, it was unwise to tell him, especially in someplace so public.
“J-Just needed some reading material to help with my songwriting!” The mare replied unconvincingly.
The stallion frowned and tilted his head. “Yeah right. You never read.”
Blast stifled a chuckle but trotted beside Killjoy in support, “Honest! She’s been really struggling lately and Rosella convinced her to go to Canterlot Archives to read up! We're going for a time sorta theme!"
With a pause and still unconvinced look, Jetblazer sighed, gave the pegasus the benefit of the doubt and nodded. “Okay… But how’re you gonna get access? It’s pretty restricted to the public…”
“Somepony who works there gave us the green light before we came!”
The stallion sighed, “Well, do you know how to get there at least?”
Killjoy stared blankly with a dumb smile.
“I’ll take that as a no.”
The pegasus nodded in defeat.
“Well, I’m on break now so I can just take you there before I grab some grub. C’mon.” The stallion beckoned the mares as they began trotting through the streets of Canterlot.
The bustling town is even more so with the military marching around. Killjoy fluttered above the group to avoid being an unnecessary casualty in the sea of claret and coal. In the thick of the crowd, a mare in a black uniform with silver and navy accents caught the pegasus’ eye. Her piercing sea-green eyes glowed through bounties of snow and passing ponies like a bullet shot in a pool of muffled white noise. The crunching of ice beneath blurred as the pegasus drifted back onto the ground, her ears growing warm.
“Brrr… We should’ve packed more warm clothes-”
Killjoy cut off the maroon-maned unicorn off, “Hey Jet, who’s that mare over there with the blue eyes…”
“Hm? Oh, I think that’s Eulavelt from the L’eau Division. She’s Lieutenant General but that’s all I know. Why?”
“Oh, no reason… Anyways, we almost there yet?” The mare cleared her throat, readjusting her wings awkwardly.
“Right… And yeah, we’re here! Well, I’m starving so Imma head now, nice to see you guys again though! See ya!” Jetblazer waved as he shot back into the sky.
As the three mares waved goodbye, they shuffled into a corner under the looming tower. Discretely retrieving the letter and checking the address again, the group of bards turned to their right. Sure enough, there stood a humble store with a faded swing sign which read The Crested Crux .
Chapter III; The Streets of Canterlot
Trotting through the snow, the soft crunches of each step led towards the unassuming store with its overhanging sign swaying from the cool wintry wind. From a peek inside the stained-glass windows, nopony was present downstairs, leaving the otherwise cluttered storefront barren. Pushing open the heavy iron-framed door, a warm waft of burning wood washed over the three mares, ushering away the cold blows of flurry outside. Shaking off bits of snow off their coats and settling down their saddlebags, the sound of laboured trudges accompanied by creaks of old wood inched its way down the stairs.
“You three must be Velebeth’s friends. Please… come upstairs”, Victor grimly heeded. The bards looked amongst each other and followed the stallion, passing picture frames of him and Velebeth together. The two seemed so content with one another. To have that bond so cruelly robbed felt wrong to Killjoy. Upon reaching the bedchamber, the young unicorn mare rested on dozens of pillows and snuggly under a thick billow of a quilt.
“How did this happen?” The bewildered pegasus uttered, her wings half-opened in shock.
“That I’ve got no idea. I spotted her cov’red in her own blood out in the snow in nothin’ but her nightgown… It was in the early mornin’ so whatever happened to her could’ve happened anytime throughout the night before”, the stallion gritted his teeth, “But in the state I’m in raight now, I can’t do nothin’ ‘bout it”, he breathed out while lifting his two prosthetic legs up.
The mares lowered their heads solemnly. As the pegasus trotted her way to Velebeth’s side, she examined the faint rise and fall of her sides, swaying delicately as the frost-covered branches did just outside.
“How can we help?” Killjoy asked, her gaze shifting back to the stallion.
As the large unicorn slumped down at his study, levitating piles of unraveled scrolls and a thick journal, he breathed a sigh. “Y’all know about Chrysalide?”
“The blue star? I mean who doesn’t-”, Blast replied, confused about the sudden subject change.
“Well y’see, I’ve studied mana mai whole life and the religious aspects through visits to the Canterlot Library but Imma be honest. With these pair ‘f lame hooves, I can’t get to the experience the real deal… which ‘f’course is one of the factors needed to harvest stardrops fresh enough for a spell as mighty as resurrection…”
The three mares looked at each other, slightly puzzled. The tale of Chrysalide, the divine blue star, responsible for all the mana in Equestria is taught to foals at an early age but that was about the extent of what the bards knew.
Victor cleared his throat, “Well uh, I’ve already made plenty of notes talkin’ ‘bout all ya need to know ‘bout mana and the tale of Chrysalide in here”, levitating his journal towards them, “But just know now that y’all’s main objectives are to immerse yourself and learn more ‘bout Chrysalide and to find the culprit .” His gaze was still and his voice stern. “Harvestin’ the stardrops’ll come later. Y’all’ll know when it’s time. But for now, head to the Cathedral of The Dancing Stars.”
The three nodded as Rosella tucked the journal away into her saddlebag. As the group of bards departed the unicorn’s store and reentered the frigid streets of Canterlot, a draft of cool air ushered billowing clouds to reveal a full moon. The endless night sky flaunted her repertoire of stars like sugar spilt over obsidian as if smiling down on the town square the three mares stood at. Nightfall has come and the town of Canterlot has finally awakened from their day slumber, warm oil lamps from the marketplace and street lamps glowed and enveloped the streets. Swiftly distracted by the magical and captivating lights of the night markets, Blast and Killjoy galloped their way into the thick of it, bathing in the honey-coloured warmth radiating from each storefront.
“Woah, Kill, check this out!” Blast exclaimed, pressing her hooves and face against a window pane which behind it displayed a hearty pile of gift boxes alongside a mare mannequin that donned a magnificent vermillion dress with frills running down the bodice and into its impressively long train.
“Bet that’d cost us at least a year’s worth of busking bits”, the pegasus chuckled, her mouth half smiling half agape in awe. As the two ponies loitered outside and soaked in the rich culture and beauties of the town, Rosella caught up, trotting gingerly through the welcoming yet still unfamiliar town.
“If we’re gonna learn more about Chrysalide, what better way than getting the info from the locals?” Blast chimed in, finally breaking her gaze from the display.
Nodding in agreement, the three reassembled and trotted off through the now bustling streets of Canterlot. Contrasting the barren store they had just left, the lively and boisterous herds of Canterlotians swelled and washed the three bards at the foot of a pleasant, little tavern. Looking back at the wall of Canterlot folks, the group agreed to call it an early night and perhaps mingle with some ponies in a more controlled environment. As the mares heaved open the hefty, wooden door, warmth enveloped them once more as dim oil lamps lit up the homely tavern, packed with slightly fewer ponies than the outside. Squeezing through, the bards clambered into an empty booth and finally sighed a breath of relief.
“Thank Celestia, I thought I was gonna lose a wing out there…” Killjoy groaned, preening her feathers. As the mares dismantled their saddlebags, a pale yellow Earth pony with her clementine and lemon-coloured mane braided on each side hurriedly cantered over to the bards and served a hoofful of peanuts as hor dóurves. “What can I get y’all?”
Prologue; Introduction to the Magic System
Prologue:
In the distant past, there existed nine stars. This group of stars were the brightest and most magical stars and was the reason mana existing was even possible. Just the sight of these stars blessed the viewer and granted protection and a sense of tranquility. Despite their instrumental reign on such blessings, they were the only stars in the entire galaxy.
One day, the celestial bodies gathered and discussed their concerns regarding the dilemma of the finite number of planets able to bear witness to them and bask in their blessings. One star, a blue star known as “Chrysalide”, was particularly troubled. Chrysalide burned the brightest and bestowed the most potent luck and protection when observed. As a consequence of the limited planets they are able to protect, the blue star wept so much, it’s blue tears shattered itself, causing the first ever star death. It’s fragments burst throughout the entire galaxy with it’s blue tears occasionally splashing onto moons, giving them their recognisable bright blue complexions which would trigger nearby stars to burst like how the blue star once did. Once the blue star had sacrificed itself to protect the entire galaxy, the rest of the stars performed a sacred dance to honour and thank the blue star.
The imagery of the dancing stars was popularised in 490 AD and is the most recognisable symbol of peace, unity, and protection. Though the blue star sacrificed itself to protect the galaxy, it is believed that the fragments from the initial burst are still Chrysalide but rebirthed. This book shall guide the reader into gaining a comprehensive understanding of the magic system existing today, all thanks to Chrysalide.
Chapter I: Mana Classifications
Through centuries of meticulous study and research, humanity has come to understand the crux of mana classifications and their hierarchy. Mana is classified into three main categories, listed from weakest to strongest; gemstones, earthly mana, and stardrops. When other factors are incorporated with the mana, such as herbs, flowers, animal parts, each mana’s potency and purpose will be altered.
Gemstones
Chapter I: Mana Classifications
Through centuries of meticulous study and research, humanity has come to understand the crux of mana classifications and their hierarchy. Mana is classified into three main categories, listed from weakest to strongest; gemstones, earthly mana, and stardrops. When other factors are incorporated with the mana, such as herbs, flowers, and animal parts, each mana’s potency and purpose will be altered.
Gemstones
Gemstones resemble their much more powerful and magical counterpart, Stardrops. There are only three known gemstones capable of containing mana; Aquamarine, Soladites, and Sapphires. These stones have the same traits in regards to how they harness and contain mana, only differing by their potency and rarity. Although they are easier to obtain than Earthly Mana or Stardrops, they are significantly weaker and are less versatile in spell casting, often used in wands and novelty items, such as jewellery or trinkets.
Aquamarine is a blue mineral beryls are the weakest and most common out of the three stones. The origin of its name is derived from a combination of two Latin words which when put together, translates to ‘the colour of the sea’. These stones harness their mana through crystallising in areas with high levels of mana, such as locations where residual stardrops fall.
These stones can range from a very mild baby blue hue to a much deeper and vibrant shade of blue. The shade of blue corresponds to the concentration of mana, the deeper it is, the more potent the magic, this correlation applies to the other two stones. It is also important to note that aquamarine can not be altered by any herbs, flowers or animal parts and can only cast spells in its set range.
Stones can also be ‘recharged’ by wandmakers, people who specialise in crafting wands and have extensive knowledge in collecting and replenishing gemstones. This process requires an assortment of tools and experience, utilising the light of the moon as energy to recharge the stones. During the process, the stone would be dismantled from the wand and set carefully in a device that refracts as much of the moonlight into the stone.
Earthly Mana
Earthly Mana comes from fallen Stardrops from when Earth was still a young planet. The fallen stardrops seep into the soil and after millennia, their magic has intermingled with the natural and earthly charms which have cultivated its own species of mana. It can be extracted by using objects with spirals as shapes with spirals are most effective when attracting them. The larger the spiral or repeated pattern, the more mana it collects.
It should also be known that natural spirals contain Earthly Mana best as they are kin to one another. The most effective and reliable way to collect and store earthly mana is with the use of braided trees. Although man-made, the natural essence from the trees and the repeated patterns and the sheer size allow for optimal extraction. Earthly mana is also easy to manipulate but is considered a poor control group as each bundle is built differently.
Stardrops
Stardrops consist of the very essence of the blue star, Chrysalide, that collects in the frigid temperature in celestial space. They only fall on nights guided by a blue moon as its blue glow is reflected and absorbed by each drop.
The magical aura from the blue moon triggers star death, the burst causing drops of the late stars to fall which then gravitate to Earth’s gravitational pull. It must enter the earth’s stratosphere for the mana to develop and must be carefully handled to be collected and stored. This can be achieved with man-made capsules, elaborated in the next chapter.
Stardrops are similar to stem cells in terms of usage, adopting whatever role from whatever ingredient is implemented within it. Stardrops are the easiest to manipulate with the most output of raw power and energy.
Chapter II: Suitable Vessels and Their Biological Significance
With the varying potency and structures each classification of mana possesses, a diverse set of vessels must be available to collect and store each of them properly. Before exploring the different types of vessels suitable for each mana class, it is paramount to understand the fundamental biological laws that help them qualify.
Regardless of the mana class, they are all attracted to repeating patterns. Much like how nature obeys the Fibonacci Sequence to maximise the consumption of energy, implying maximum thermodynamic entropy, mana does too. Entropy is a thermodynamic function associated with the number of different energy states in spatial arrangement. The laws of thermodynamics include four laws.
zeroth law: If two systems are both in thermal equilibrium with a third system, then they are in thermal equilibrium with each other. If a = b and b = c, then a = c
first law of thermodynamics: the total energy of a system remains constant, even if it is converted from one form to another. ΔU=Q−W
second law of thermodynamics: the total entropy of a system either increases or remains constant in any spontaneous process; it never decreases.. a consequence of the second law of thermodynamics is that certain processes are irreversible. [(1.6-1) d S = δ Q rev T]
third law of thermodynamics: the entropy of a system approaches a constant value as the temperature approaches absolute zero. The entropy of a system at absolute zero is typically zero, and in all cases is determined only by the number of different ground states it has. [S=klogW]
Wands
Common iron wands are the easiest and most convenient vessel for magic but are usually only capable of casting minor spells as small fragments of mana can be embedded into its structure without making it unwieldy which would contradict its purpose.
Braided wooden wands are similar to their iron counterparts but contain Earthly Mana rather than gemstones as their energy source. They take longer to craft as braiding branches are more time consuming than welding an iron wand. However, Earthly Mana is stronger and is more versatile in spell casting, granted the user has necessary ingredients on hand.
Mana Pans
Mana pans are designed to have a rounder, bowl-like shape to better disperse magic when used. The copper instruments have a small cavity in the peak of its outermost shell, engraved with a spiral to hold the mana. The most common usage for Mana pans is healing as the slow dispersal of healing magic is crucial in ensuring the prevention of death or severe injury due to overhealing as the sudden and overwhelming blast of magic, regardless of intent, can have devastating consequences.
Brooches
Although unassuming, brooches contain a concentrated amount of mana due to the countless microscopic spirals within. The base of the brooch is made of copper while the jewel part is a thin layer of aquamarine. The middle part between the copper and aquamarine is pure mana. Brooches are used by casting a spell and shattering it immediately afterward for the effects of the spell to come to fruition.
Braided Trees
The older and larger the tree, the more Earthly Mana it is able to harness. Rather than outright using mana from the tree to cast spells, its used as storage to replenish wands and other spell casting vessels. The oldest and biggest braided tree to exist is located in a historical town, Bitterthorn, with its top branches reaching 136 metres at the age of 6,139 years old.
Spiraled Objects
As spiraled shapes are structurally the most efficient way to harness energy and magic as explained before, snail shells, spiral plant stems, romanesco broccoli, sunflowers, and angelica flowers are all suitable vessels for Earthly Mana. Though not as capable in retaining nearly as much mana as braided trees, because of their mild magical powers and accessibility, they make great starter vessels for beginner mages and magic users.
Chapter III: Historical Context and Cultural Significance
Before delving into the complex nature of mana and the extensive list of spells, it is paramount to understand the cultural significance and historical context behind the magic in this world. Through this, it provides a more reliable foundation to build further knowledge on understanding the magic system. This chapter will be divided into sections; Traditional Festivals, Common Beliefs, and Historical Events.
Traditional Festivals and Holidays:
Jour De La Mer D’étoiles: An annual festival is celebrated at the sea of stars in Crested Crux, when a slew of shooting stars is visible. The gathering is a way to show appreciation and gratitude for the mana from the night sky. This is more commonly called “Shooting star viewing” as the population and many tourists in Crested Crux congregate at the seaside to view the meteor shower. This festival also hosts food stalls serving blue desserts sourced from local fruits and vegetables to celebrate and thank Chrysalide’s sacrifice. Small star shaped candies are given to foals as a sign of good luck and prosperity.
Folding stars from seaweed and drifting them into the ocean is thought to bring protection and seen as a promise to grant the sender’s wish. Seaweed is not harmful to the environment and is mostly eaten by marine life, including starfish, so this tradition has stayed relevant to the present day.
Renaissance Chrysalide: A week-long festival in the first week of summer is also dedicated to chrysalises, moths, and butterflies as a sign of transformation and rebirth. Butterfly tea cakes, sugar dusted tarts with a ball of spun sugar on the side, and pupa shaped sugar cookies are a common dessert made during this festival. Butterfly tea cakes are simple desserts dedicated to the newly emerged butterflies each Summer. The sugar dusted tarts represent the dust of a moth’s wings while the spun sugar ball represents a source of light for the moth to be attracted to. Pupa shaped sugar cookies are to mirror the chrysalis’ that season and are often decorated in vibrant colours by foals.
Summer Sun Celebration: A one day event commemorating Celestia’s defeat of Nightmare Moon. This annual event is also the longest day of the year and is when ponies gather to watch Princess Celestia raise the sun.
Star Crossed Lovers Festival: A story of a mare and a stallion who are in love, live in the milky way, separated by a river of stars. Lovers often express their love for one another through the exchange of seasonal fruits and hoofmade gifts.
Fête des récoltes d'automne: A month-long festival of harvest as most crops are ready by Autumn. It is also the season the moon is closest so ponies gather to look at the moon each night and tell stories of Nightmare Moon. Scary stories are shared and brings the ponies closer.
Winter Moon Celebration: A one day event of the shortest day of the year where ponies stay primarily at home, hanging up hoofmade suns outside to ward off the spirit of Nightmare Moon. Warm meals are eaten and the fireplace is also kept alive throughout the night to ensure safety.
Common Beliefs:
-Starfish are highly sacred animals because of their similarity with stars which are known to provide such blessings. It is thought to be bad luck to kill starfish.
-The sea and deep bodies of water are respected and hot spots for praying and festivals as the deep blue and its obscurity is seen as the closest thing to the galaxy.
-Butterflies are also seen as good luck as they represent new comings, transformation, rebirth, and hope. it is thought to be bad luck to kill butterflies and caterpillars and to destroy chrysalises.
-At funerals, relatives and friends burn hand-made paper stars as it is believed to provide light to guide the passed person to the afterlife safely.
Historical Events:
The mana system controls the world, which was also the case further back in history. Though the extraction, trade, and management of them has significantly improved, mana was much more scarce and was even the cause of many disagreements and even wars, the most well known being “The Mana War”.
With the leadup to The Mana War, there were already a handful of cold wars which put more pressure on each kingdom and societies. With tensions rising and the banishment of Luna being the final nail in the coffin, Princess Celestia established the E.U.P. guard [Earth, Unicorn, and Pegasus] which increased security as they would man outposts, watch borders, and serve as armed forces in time of war.
Ministries and departments were also formed to further prepare for the upcoming war ahead. The Ministry of Celestial Magic handled the management, trade, and study of mana, with research findings still referred to this day. Weapon supply and distribution was managed by the Department of Wartime Machinery. The Department of Récolte was responsible for ensuring stable food security.
Military units had three main divisions; the Cavalry Division, Airborne Division, and Armored Division. The Cavalry and Armored Division consisted of all pony races while the Airborne Division consisted of only pegasi.
There were also two main brigades in each division; the Scarlet Brigade and the Sable Brigade. The Scarlet Brigade consists of lower quality troops and serves as the rearguard defense. The sable brigades serve as front-line defense and are divided in three groups; 1st Sable Brigade [Motorised], 2nd Sable Brigade [Mechanised], and 3rd Sable Brigade [Armored].
The Intelligence Support Unit was divided into two factions; the Ciel Faction and the Sol Faction. The Ciel Faction consisted of only pegasi since the advantage of their bird’s eye view, they can gather crucial information regarding the enemies and communicate them back to their base. The Sol Faction consisted of all pony races, but primarily unicorns thanks to their magical abilities aiding in their stealth. They too gather information from the enemies through spying, but they infiltrate the opposition rather than scoping from above.
With defenses and civilian well-being covered, during The Mana War, medics were crucial in order to treat injured soldiers. Project Blanc was established to further the study of medicine and to ensure the health of the troops.
It is also important to have a basic understanding of the Equestrian Congress as they played a large role in settling disagreements and passing bills. It consisted of the Monarch [Princess Celestia], the Equestrian Senate [Upper Assembly], and the Equestrian House of Representatives [Lower Assembly]. Important groups also included the cabinet [a small group of ponies within the Congress who give advice to the Monarch on any subject she may require relating to the duties of each member’s representative office], and the committee [considers bills and issues and oversees agencies, programs, and activities within their jurisdiction].
Chapter IV: Key Locations
Starfall Meadow
Although Earthly Mana hotspots exist in certain parts of Equestria, one stands out above the rest. Starfall Meadow is a wooded meadow filled with spirals of fern and brambles. The magic there is so concentrated, the grass visibly glows a warm spring bud colour. Thanks to this glow, any particles floating in the air such as dust or sparks of mana become visible and resemble stars. A significant characteristic of this area is that in the centre of the meadow, rests a shallow body of water, known to have regenerative powers. Though the water is healing in nature, it is still wise to distill it to remove unwanted filth. The body of water remains constant as groundwater seeps into the surface and due to the concentrated mana the water is exposed to and absorbs throughout it’s journey through the ground to the surface.
Due to its healing properties, many ponies throughout Equestria visit and use it. Small vials are offered nearby in stations for more convenient ways of obtaining the magical water. Rather than this becoming a profitable hotspot, it is seen as a sacred site for all ponies to partake in with no expenses.
Sea Glass Barrier
There is a natural phenomenon in the depths of Seaquestria, where a large opaque air bubble resides. The barrier reaches 90 metres in height and has a diameter of around 30 metres. The white sandy flooring is mostly covered with smooth pebbles and sea glass, creating a beautiful mosaic blur of soft blues, greens, and greys. The rippling caustics washing on the ground and the faint sounds of the ocean create a wonderful place to relax. Though this site is peaceful and admirable, it is difficult to reach as it’s tip sits around 60 metres below the surface, with it’s base sitting 150 metres below the surface. Although submarines are available for use above and below, specifically for transport to the Sea Glass Barrier, tickets are usually quite expensive.
Epoch of Equinox
The largest tower clock in Equestria, residing in the centre of the town of Canterlot. A cultural landmark that has been in commission for over 140 years.
Cathedral of the Dancing Stars
A gothic cathedral towering over the town of Canterlot, the side towers reaching 150 metres in height. The interior is lit by star fragments, designed to resemble the symbol of the dancing stars. It is a place of worship and knowledge, giving ponies opportunities to learn more about the story of Chrysalide. Choirs are also largely present, faint echoes of harmony resonate through the cathedral everyday, providing a calming ambience.
