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ElegyAt night, when no one is supposed to be around, the church is dark. No light shines through the stained-glass windows, painted perfectly with scenes from the book none of its current residents have ever read. By the altar stands a girl, a limp figure in her arms. A small crowd of young people follow her, some emitting small muffled sounds of sadness. As many of the younger children that can hold the hands of an elder do. One speaks out his fear of the dark, and the small sound echoes eerily about the room, magnifying as it bounces off the vast ceiling.
The girl at the front hoists the limp figure onto the altar. His arms and legs flop loosely over the edges of the small platform, and the girl repositions it so the boy is facing the group with closed eyes, body tilted upwards on one side because of the altar’s tilted surface. One of the older boys lights a candle and places it on a plate, then passes it to the girl at the front. She holds it up to her face, and the light c
SomberEven before she walked through the door of the church, the young Princess Selene Nocte Luna of the Equestrian Empire had decided she disliked funerals. The clothes were terribly scratchy, and silence among so many ponies was unnerving to her. Though Princess Luna enjoyed silence, with so many other ponies milling around morosely in the courtyard, afraid to break it, she was utterly disturbed. Her sister, the young Princess Helios Diem Celestia of the Equestrian Empire, seemed perfectly at home, however. Princess Celestia was known, at least to her sister, as an impeccable actress that took joy in adapting to the environment around her; she walked beside her sister with carefully-planned somber footsteps, her expression a mask of fragile and broken sorrow for a pony she had never met.
That pony was Queen Callista, a very distant cousin of Princess Celestia and Luna’s mother, the queen of the earth. Queen Terra strode beside her daughters now, alongside her husband King Cielo, rule
Leaving Southampton She was in the kitchen when he stumbled in noisily, tripping as he went past the shelves and catching the edge of the table to keep himself from falling.
Pretending not to hear the stream of curses that followed, she kept her eyes fixed on the dishes, letting her hand trail in the soapy water. There was a loud scraping of wood against grimy concrete as he drew a chair and collapsed into it. At this she looked up, and after a moment's hesitation, she said, unnecessarily, "You've been drinking."
He clutched his head and said nothing. He hadn't shaved in weeks and stank of sweat and alcohol; he looked much older than his eighteen years.
They sat in silence for a while. Then he announced, loudly, "Fuck."
She didn't bother to tell him off. She just waited. And jumped when he suddenly brought his fist down, hard, onto the table.
"Our lives here are s
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