dislosure: the setting of this peice of history of crystal empire begins where most do, but instead of in a huge beautiful house, garden or in a dream. It's in the dark times, horriable dark times where, the King Sombra reigned with his dark shadowy purposes. Where crystal ponies all over the empire was enslaved, forced to work, frown and never remember hope, love or harmony, or the light within.
ECSPECIALLY THE PRECIOUS, INVALUABLE,...light.
chapter 1: doorstep
rain drops descended on the poor like streets, tinkling sounds as water kissed the crystal rooftops like a long forgotton song. fear still etched in the streets pathways, windows and doors of every crystal pony. no hope breathed a single bubble, no smiling shined in the grey, muted, flat and heavy faces of the miserable and depressed and exhausted pony.
while ponies in the upper quad struggled to stay alive in a stiff, serious and mind wiping manner, some pony, in the unnoticed shadows darted down the street, a weak glow of muted white
/magic/ carried something small, in a dirty basket of paper, discarded wrappers and torn pages. Dirt and old coals also filled the basket. As soon as the shadow turned a corner and approached a certain orphanage, the basket dropped barely at the door to the cold and damp building and then darted firther down the street, vanishing in the shadow's embrace.
no pony seemed to notice this until the door creaked open and two weary blue eyes squirmed over to look outside, urging to be free. but was yanked back by the caretaker. A young faded purple unicorn named /biggs/.
for as she turned to make sure no leering evil green and purple eyes saw her secret hopes, she comes upon the basket.
~great, trash in the street..how can these coward ponies live like this...sweet ewes...praise my head.." she whispered. but as she was tuenung away to go grab the tongs from the drawer in the kitchen, she heard movement and then a baby sound, like a whimper. the sound of the crunching and crumpled paper didnt help or the light sounds pf the clanking coal.scraps inside.
~ oh no...not again...this is hopeless...i should walk away...lock the doors again..for a second week,~she thought to herself, slowly panicking. not sure what to do. she cant take another foal. alone or in danger. not with..HIM..out there.
~ooh sweet crystal tarts...what shall i do...i cant..leave it here..~ she told herself..trying to coax her exhausted hooves to move way. back inside.but something inside /her, is screaming at her.../to grab it, care for it..its alone now, just like you. it will die all alone..and be used..like a weapon or target..by..HIM/
...TO BE CONTINUED...