A New Age, A New System Has its costs.
A New Age, A New System, Has Its Costs.
By Polar Muffins
She sat down on the chair next to her vanity. She picked up her hairbrush using her magic, the bejeweled one she used only for special occasions, and started brushing her long, messy, very dirty blonde mane. As she brushed she hummed “Dr. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Soda Band” By the Cooked Beatles. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. She looked up. A voice with a french fry accent spoke “My Princess, we are ready.” She quickly answered excitedly in her English Breakfast Tea accent “Almost ready Jams!” She heard hoof steps indicating that he left.
When she was sure he was gone, she gingerly picked up her crown with her magic, the one with the mini sandwiches she wore only outside the palace or at events, and carefully placed it on her head. Then she looked at herself in the mirror that sat upon her vanity and said “I’m the Daisy Sandwich Princess and today I’m thirteen.” She then magically picked up her first magic eight ball in her magic eight ball collection. She then asked “Will I have a good birthday?” She shook it and two letters appeared “No” She got angry and magically threw it on the floor, hard. She then sharply looked at her Polar Bear sleeping on her pink satin rug and said “Come Lettuce, we have a party to attend to.”
Lettuce got up and followed her trotting out the door. Once she reached her doorway she put on her regal face and continued on her way. She went down the stairs to the ballroom and when she got to the bottom of the stairs everyone was grinning at her maliciously. There were no decorations. She was confused. “What is going o-” But she did not get to finish her sentence for a cloth was suddenly placed on her open mouth and she breathed in. She looked up and saw Jams grinning much more maliciously than all of the others combined. Before she could get his hoof off her mouth and chastise him, she passed out.
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She awoke with a start over a bubbling pool of fry grease. She started wriggling in the rope she felt was tied around her legs. She stopped and looked up to the sudden voice with a french fry accent that filled her head. “- Today is the dawn of a new age, a new system and a new name! Today we are no longer in the daisy sandwich age, no longer ruled by a monarchy, and no longer in daisy sandwich town! Today we are in the Donut age, we are a democracy, and we are in donut city!” The crowd cheered.
“JAMS!” She yelled. He looked towards her.
“Ah you’re awake. Well all the better. I was going to wake you up myself.” He trotted towards her. “Now, you are entitled to say things before I lower the rope holding you and let you plunge into the fry grease of the deep fryer. Now quickly, say them.”
She thought of all the good things she could say but one stuck “Jams, please take care of Lettuce as if she were your own. She is the only family I’ve got.”
“As you wish. Now, say goodbye to all the people.” He said as he lowered her down with his hooves.
“Goodbye all!” She yelled. Just as Jams was about to let her plunge in she said in that serious and calm voice she had used in her time of ruling to all her subjects “Goodbye Jams.”
He let go. She held her breath and plunged deep down into the deep fryer. Her eyes were closed but she could feel the burning on her exposed skin that creeped up her body until it covered every inch of her and she wanted to scream. She couldn’t scream. She still held her breath. The burning was extremely painful. It felt a near close to death. She started to see light spots in her eyelids. She didn't understand what they were. But then she realized it was the light she was not supposed to move towards. She didn't want to move towards it. A thought sudden;y struck her like lightning I'm not needed in this life anymore. Like my parents before me I must go. She pondered this thought. It made perfect sense. She moved towards the light.
If you could see her you would see her pony body writhing in pain. If her eyes were open you would be able to see her eyes role back in her head. But as she moved towards the light in her mind in real life her body went limp and lifeless.
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It was dark and someone fished her lifeless body out of the deep fryer mumbling an apology in his french fry accent. He took her lifeless body to the royal graveyard and started digging a hole next to her parents who died years ago. He placed her in the hole, gently, burried her in it, bent down and placed flowers over her. He walked away.
When he reached the gateway he turned to look back at the spot where he buried her. Tears sprang to his eyes and he ran back to that spot. Went onto his knees and started crying. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." He repeated again and again in his French Fry accent. He stopped repeating and began to talk in a low voice of all the things he had done with Daisy when she was smaller. Their trips to the gardens. Their chat at breakfast when he had surved her. Her birthdays where he had showered her with praise of how beautiful she looked in her dress. Then, when her parents had died and she was to be the new Princess of the realm, he had comforted her and told her how good of a princess she would be. Then when she was being crowned, he was happy for her.
After this she changed. She became more serious, more independent. They grew apart and to her he was "Jams the butler" and not "Jams the friend" as she had always called him. At this part he cried and continued to talk to himself. He spoke of why he started the revolt. He spoke of how he had felt neglected and the people didn't feel loved by their princess. So they revolted and created a democracy. When he had killed her he gave the excuse to himself that he wasn't thinking straight and it was in the heat of the moment. He didn't believe himself. At this point he was blubbering. He broke down and let the dirt cover him as he yelled up to the sky "I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY!"
He missed that filly. The playful one who always hated hide and seek. The one who needed a shoulder to lean on. Even the one who ruled.
He was old and he new that someday, maybe in the near future, he would see her again. Her caring face smiling at him when he came to that place up in the sky. He would trot up to her, bow down and apologize for all his wrong doings. She would bow to him as well and they would laugh like they used to do.
The End
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Authors Note:
I created this story for school but not in pony terms. The assignment was to write a flash fiction. Flash fictions are usually 750 words so when I wrote it for here I knew I had to add on. So here in this version are some "bloopers" I had to cut out due to it having to many words and some small things I added on because I liked them.
The reason it's here is that I loved making it and I enjoyed it so much that I decided to place it here.
Since this is FimFiction and everything has to be pony stuff I ponyfied it and it wasn't a big difference.Originally this story was about the sandwich queen but since I had to ponyfie it she became the Daisy Sandwich princess.
If you have read this congratulations you have my respect!
Thank You
Polar Muffins
