Of Olden Times Long Past: An Introvert's Perspective

by ForlanceAbice

First published

Short Synopsis
Change is an inevitability in life that cannot be avoided. It can be delayed, it can be postponed, but eventually it shall come to pass. With it, comes bitter turbulence that upsets the balance of life for the individual. Stuart is an individual who has become well versed with such emotions associated with such turmoil. A character beloved once dotted upon by Stuart has shifted drastically in both appearance and personality to the point where she no longer resembles the character that drew Stuart to her. Selfish desires conflict with his logical mind, leaving Stuart to fight the inner conflict within him alone. No matter, for such feelings would eventually be crushed by reason.

An opportunistic dark interloper saw differently however. Looking for vengeance after her humiliating defeat at the elements, Stuart is kidnapped by Nightmare Moon for her own purposes. Such activity is brought to the attention of Princess Luna and Twilight Sparkle, who must move forth to stop this development that threatens Equestria. For Stuart, he will be forced through conflict in more ways than he could have ever known.


Long Synopsis (Optional)
Times change, and so do ponies. A year ago, Princess Luna was only but a tiny filly. But now, a different form has been made for her, one which doesn't resemble the pony who a year earlier had emerged newly redeemed.
A lone, introverted individual has made note of this. Yet his protests go ignored. Gone is the Luna of olden times that has been so lovingly crafted by a community dedicated in an outpouring of sympathy and empathy.

Gone is the personality and character whom he so identified with, replaced by a new form whose aura is of a magnified supernova of boisterous bravado and confidence. With her first official return, the community rejoiced. Yet with this came the price of lore and legend, lost to the sands of time. A heavy sadness he could not bear, yet his concerns are blasted as selfish and unfair. Scorn finds him at every forum.

Bloodied in retreat, he can do no more. Passed twelve months, wearily he comes to accept with solemn apathy that the character he once adored was forever lost. Yet even so, he refused to let the memory of the past fade from mind. Becoming guarded and cynical, he retreated into the realms of self indulging fantasy. Away from the doubt and fear that his own concerns were nothing more but the petty brooding. Away from the fact that he had become attached to a now discredited form.

Away from the communities he once participated in, safeguarding his desire from within with stoic vigilance. So this has been for a year. Though the pain has dulled and he has once again participates in the community, the ache of longing and more still fester within. Waiting to erupt anew. Something of which that has caught the eye of a once thought vanquished shade of darkness.

Life. Normality. Control.

These three facets of his everyday life will be mauled beyond repair.

Soon, destiny shall forge bonds to cherish forevermore. Or to utterly humiliate and demoralize for eternity.

Body and mind molded anew.

Only to be shredded and skewed.

Of a flower's most sadden dew.

Seek the Light...


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NOTE: Rating may change in the future. Probably will hover near on the M rated chapters will be put in a separate story for your convenience. I take no responsibility if your interpretation to fanon and canon alike is completely shafted, butchered, torn, cut, burned, incinerated, drowned, water boarded, slice n' diced, choked, shot, punched and so on. Consider yourself warned, for thine transgressions are not my own, but more of your own. Chapters that contain particularly saucy content that hovers between T and M will be marked with an advance warning. This story is also still in the prototype stages of development in experimental writing. Expect plot holes and inconsistencies to be littered all over this story.

Edit: April 19th 2013 10:16AM
Change of plans, story has gone mature.



On another note: Born out of a dull edged depression. Written on the bus in forty minutes. The result? Trepid Ventures.