Last Bastion Epilogue: The League of Harmony by Saint-Walker, literature
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Last Bastion Epilogue: The League of Harmony
The Belfry, Canterlot, 6 AB (After Barrier) Sterling Brigand, Duke Pampa trotted into the restaurant, glancing around he spied a blue hoof being waved in the air by a fellow unicorn and member of the newfoal nobility. He cast his dark blue, borderline purple eye around the place as he made his way over to the table. The Belfry was the hottest new restaurant and bakery in Canterlot, founded by another newfoal, the eponymous Bright Belfry. Because of this it drew in a lot of newfoals from across the vast new realm of Equestria and his pale blue coat and brown mane were a common sight there, he even knew her suppliers off by heart. Like her Rough Spirit, the pegasi she was currently chatting with by the kitchen As he passed by he nodded to a brown earth pony, Storied Sentry, one of the new curators at the Canterlot Museum, he enjoyed the fundraising soirées the place hosted and the earth pony always pulled out all the stops when she was running the show. A few tables down he noticed a
The Last Bastion Chapter 7 by Saint-Walker, literature
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The Last Bastion Chapter 7
Second Imperial Palace, Petropolis, Second Empire of Brazil After that, there was nothing more to say, to do, the Ponies quickly left, worried what would happen after the truth came out, what the humans might do Pedro made an address, every TV station, every radio frequency, every digital device in Brazil broadcast the final speech an Emperor would make to his people. True to his word he told them everything, what had happened, what was going to happen, the bureaus were open, they could go as newfoals or they could stay as humans. The end was coming, their stories were coming to an end, it was up to each person in the Empire of Brazil to decide how the final pages of their tale would be written. Then he retired to the palace to spend the last days of mankind with his family He was surprised at how calm everything was, some sporadic riots that petered out by the following evening, calm was settling across the Empire. Some went to the Bureaus, the rest stayed, order didn't break down
The Last Bastion: Magic by Saint-Walker, literature
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The Last Bastion: Magic
Library, Second Imperial Palace, Petropolis, Second Empire of Brazil, one year ago She was the last one She felt it, one by one, five magical presences she'd known for centuries had blinked out, now it was just her. It had been many centuries since she'd known the feeling of loneliness, not since she was a bookworm shut away in her little library tower in Canterlot Luis, Prince Imperial appeared from out of the stacks clutching the volume she'd been looking for...among others, he set the stack down on the table and handed one to her “That's a lot of books” “Getting some light reading for tonight” she only raised an eyebrow, mares in glass houses shouldn't throw stones “Well...at least you're not making book forts anymore” “What?” “You don't remember? As a kid you used to come in here to see me, take the ones I'd finished reading and stack them up to make a fort” “Well tia Twilight, you always said this place was a fortress of knowledge” that got a laugh out of the old mare
The Last Bastion Chapter 6 by Saint-Walker, literature
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The Last Bastion Chapter 6
Pedro V's Office, Present Day The Princess wasn't a god Despite what some of her ponies (and some humans) thought she wasn't a deity, she was the one who controlled the sun on her side of the barrier. She had great magic that let her do it but she was a flesh and blood being, not a flawless goddess, she got hungry, she got tired, she got sad and she got mad. She wasn't a god. His father, grandfather, all the emperors before him, they'd all known that, growing up with Twilight around made it clear, Alicorns were powerful creatures but they weren't gods It was easy to know that when you'd go your entire life without setting your eyes on her. It was a bit harder to remember when the temperature in the room continued to rise. When you could see the candles on the shelf start to sag and melt and she was glaring daggers right at you, when fear shot through your body She rose up off the cushion, standing as tall she could, flaring her wings out wide like an angry swan as far as they
The Last Bastion: Kindness by Saint-Walker, literature
Literature
The Last Bastion: Kindness
Everfree Research Station, Stewart/Rakiura Island, Kingdom of Aotearoa/New Zealand, several years ago She'd been up since before the dawns golden rays crept over the horizon in her favourite spot on the island, the top of the research station as the blazing orb rose higher in the sky. The newest building on the island had been raised to serve as her research post, a tall conical tower with a wide, flat top. Small cottages dotted the lower slope of the hill where her research staff slept. It offered amazing views of the entire island, including the abandoned town of Oban. When the barrier advanced the few remaining inhabitants of the island fled to the mainland and left the town behind, now it remained, despite the buffeting of the winter storms and the summer heat. It brought back memories of the Castle of the Two Sisters, abandoned by those who'd raised it but holding its own against the forces of nature that sought to reclaim it The early morning breeze that blew in off the sea
The Last Bastion Chapter 5 by Saint-Walker, literature
Literature
The Last Bastion Chapter 5
The Emperors Office, Second Imperial Palace, Petropolis, Second Empire of Brazil, Present Day The Emperor remained in the chair behind his desk (not rising when she came in, another calculated little power play) while Celestia took a seat on a large fluffy cushion that had been set up beforehand. Her hair shimmered in the light from the sun outside and her fur seemed to be unnaturally white. Everything about the Sun Princess seemed alien to Pedro, in all his forty years on (what was for the moment still) this Earth. He wondered why, Twilight had never been like this He remembered the fantasy books he'd read as boy, the ones that had elves in them. Elves weren't real (as far as he knew, if the ponies were who knew what else was out there) but a big part of what made them so interesting to read about was how they were so human-like in their looks but almost too perfect, too flawless. He looked over the desk at the creature on the cushion, superficially she was a horse, albeit one with
Last Bastion Epilogue: The League of Harmony by Saint-Walker, literature
Literature
Last Bastion Epilogue: The League of Harmony
The Belfry, Canterlot, 6 AB (After Barrier) Sterling Brigand, Duke Pampa trotted into the restaurant, glancing around he spied a blue hoof being waved in the air by a fellow unicorn and member of the newfoal nobility. He cast his dark blue, borderline purple eye around the place as he made his way over to the table. The Belfry was the hottest new restaurant and bakery in Canterlot, founded by another newfoal, the eponymous Bright Belfry. Because of this it drew in a lot of newfoals from across the vast new realm of Equestria and his pale blue coat and brown mane were a common sight there, he even knew her suppliers off by heart. Like her Rough Spirit, the pegasi she was currently chatting with by the kitchen As he passed by he nodded to a brown earth pony, Storied Sentry, one of the new curators at the Canterlot Museum, he enjoyed the fundraising soirées the place hosted and the earth pony always pulled out all the stops when she was running the show. A few tables down he noticed a
The Last Bastion Chapter 7 by Saint-Walker, literature
Literature
The Last Bastion Chapter 7
Second Imperial Palace, Petropolis, Second Empire of Brazil After that, there was nothing more to say, to do, the Ponies quickly left, worried what would happen after the truth came out, what the humans might do Pedro made an address, every TV station, every radio frequency, every digital device in Brazil broadcast the final speech an Emperor would make to his people. True to his word he told them everything, what had happened, what was going to happen, the bureaus were open, they could go as newfoals or they could stay as humans. The end was coming, their stories were coming to an end, it was up to each person in the Empire of Brazil to decide how the final pages of their tale would be written. Then he retired to the palace to spend the last days of mankind with his family He was surprised at how calm everything was, some sporadic riots that petered out by the following evening, calm was settling across the Empire. Some went to the Bureaus, the rest stayed, order didn't break down
The Last Bastion: Magic by Saint-Walker, literature
Literature
The Last Bastion: Magic
Library, Second Imperial Palace, Petropolis, Second Empire of Brazil, one year ago She was the last one She felt it, one by one, five magical presences she'd known for centuries had blinked out, now it was just her. It had been many centuries since she'd known the feeling of loneliness, not since she was a bookworm shut away in her little library tower in Canterlot Luis, Prince Imperial appeared from out of the stacks clutching the volume she'd been looking for...among others, he set the stack down on the table and handed one to her “That's a lot of books” “Getting some light reading for tonight” she only raised an eyebrow, mares in glass houses shouldn't throw stones “Well...at least you're not making book forts anymore” “What?” “You don't remember? As a kid you used to come in here to see me, take the ones I'd finished reading and stack them up to make a fort” “Well tia Twilight, you always said this place was a fortress of knowledge” that got a laugh out of the old mare
The Last Bastion Chapter 6 by Saint-Walker, literature
Literature
The Last Bastion Chapter 6
Pedro V's Office, Present Day The Princess wasn't a god Despite what some of her ponies (and some humans) thought she wasn't a deity, she was the one who controlled the sun on her side of the barrier. She had great magic that let her do it but she was a flesh and blood being, not a flawless goddess, she got hungry, she got tired, she got sad and she got mad. She wasn't a god. His father, grandfather, all the emperors before him, they'd all known that, growing up with Twilight around made it clear, Alicorns were powerful creatures but they weren't gods It was easy to know that when you'd go your entire life without setting your eyes on her. It was a bit harder to remember when the temperature in the room continued to rise. When you could see the candles on the shelf start to sag and melt and she was glaring daggers right at you, when fear shot through your body She rose up off the cushion, standing as tall she could, flaring her wings out wide like an angry swan as far as they
The Last Bastion: Kindness by Saint-Walker, literature
Literature
The Last Bastion: Kindness
Everfree Research Station, Stewart/Rakiura Island, Kingdom of Aotearoa/New Zealand, several years ago She'd been up since before the dawns golden rays crept over the horizon in her favourite spot on the island, the top of the research station as the blazing orb rose higher in the sky. The newest building on the island had been raised to serve as her research post, a tall conical tower with a wide, flat top. Small cottages dotted the lower slope of the hill where her research staff slept. It offered amazing views of the entire island, including the abandoned town of Oban. When the barrier advanced the few remaining inhabitants of the island fled to the mainland and left the town behind, now it remained, despite the buffeting of the winter storms and the summer heat. It brought back memories of the Castle of the Two Sisters, abandoned by those who'd raised it but holding its own against the forces of nature that sought to reclaim it The early morning breeze that blew in off the sea
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Just saw Wolfwalkers, it's absolutely amazing, Cartoon Saloon is on par with Studio Ghibli in terms of quality, really nice to see traditional animation is still around and able to deliver such gems. I haven't seen a film from Cartoon Saloon yet that I've disliked, they do for Irish, Gaelic and Celtic history, lore and legend what Ghibli does for Japan A plot outline for those who don't know: The film's set in 1650 in Kilkenny, in an Ireland that's still restless under the boot of the Lord Protector. Determined to bring the wild woods near the city to heel he calls for a hunter from England to exterminate the wolves that dwell within. The hunter comes with his daughter Robyn in tow, who's used to hunting in the safer woods back in England with her dad and pet falcon. Rather than spend her time in the scullery as ordered she ventures outside into the forest and befriends a wild girl called Mebh, one of an ancient tribe called wolfwalkers who can become wolves when they sleep, or so the
So, the last Stevenbomb raised one heck of a question: Did Rose Quartz shatter Pink Diamond or did someone else do it?
Let's have a rundown of the main suspects:
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