Rebels in Equestria 9

> Step by step you begin to make your way to her
> It’s almost as if you’re on auto pilot
> You’re only a few steps away from the bench when your body begins to cramp
> Everything suddenly hurts
> A jolt of pain travels down your spine
> Your body gives out, and you land on the soft grass
> Trying to get up proves pointless, your body is just limp
> A loud sigh of defeat escapes your lips

> The Alicorn has stopped stargazing long enough to notice you sprawled on the ground
> “Oh my. Are you alright? Would you like us to fetch the medical staff?”
> You thought about it for a moment
> You’ve been through much worse pain than a few muscle cramps
“No no. I’m fine. Besides, it’s much more comfortable down here.”
> You try to play it off by placing your arms behind your head
> She giggles at your display

> “My my. It’s is not often we find anyp0ny out in the royal garden at this hour. You lone soul, tell us what are you doing here?”
> Wow.
> She’s not exactly fazed by your appearance
> She shows no fear or anxiety when in your presence
> It’s a stark contrast to the dozens of cowering p0nies you’ve come across so far
> It looks like she’s the first to see you as an equal even.
> This brings a warm smile on your face
> Finally, someone who you can see eye to eye with
“ I really should be asking you the same thing. You know it’s not safe to wander the night alone Miss...”
> “Luna. You may call us Luna.”

> Luna…
> Something about this pony seems oddly familiar
> Was it her name?
> Maybe it was her voice?
> It’s on the tip of your tongue
> There’s just something about her that “clicks”
> It really does feel like you’ve already met this p0ny before
> Maybe she lives in the castle and you saw her while being ushered in.
> Or was she one of the p0nies you saw while in P0nyville?
> You saw a painting of a p0ny in the castle that really resembles her
> Is it possible that they are the same?
> You’re lose yourself in your thoughts

> “Well?”  Her interruption breaks your train of thought
“Well…what?”
> “You never answered our question.”
“Well…To be honest, you never answered mine.”
> She gives you a coy smirk raising one eyebrow
> “We were simply watching over the night. Just as we always do every night.”
> What the hell? Watching over the night?
> You can’t tell if she is being metaphorical or literal
> You let this one slide for now

> She interrupts your train of thought
> “Retuning to our question. Are you here to seek us?”
“Well actually I’m ju-“
> “Is it because you cannot sleep?”  She interrupts
“Oh it’s not that at a-“
> “We’ll have you know many ponies come to us when confronted with insomnia.”
“I don’t have in-“
> “We have a feeling you are suffering from the same fate, If you’d like we could help you out”  Her horn begins to glow a dark blue aura

> You cut her off before she can continue
“No. That’s not why I’m here.”
> She raises an eyebrow, now you’ve got her full attention
> “Care to explain then?”
“I’m just going out for a walk. I always do at this hour. I actually spend a large chunk of my nights awake.”
> “Really now? May we ask doing what?”

> Hmmm
> As any other young adult male, you spend a large chunk of your nights awake
> Sleep was for the weak [spoiler]right?[/spoiler]
> You try to remember what you used to during the late night sessions in your home land, but it proves to be a bit difficult
> Why does all those memories seem so far away?
> Regardless, you are able to remember enough to form an answer

“Uhhm. Most nights I spent inside studying. But sometimes when the weather was nice I’d go for walks. I actually spent a lot of my time stargazing”


> During the war most of your nights you were cooped up making plastic explosives or encrypting radio signals for the resistance.
> When you weren’t on operations or making explosives, you spent on guard duty
> You were posted on the rooftops of the makeshift rebel hideouts
> Your jobs was to warn the rebels of any incoming enemy forces
> But miraculously, the enemy never seemed to come when you were on active duty
> During those long lone nights you learned to gain an appreciation for the night sky.
> You even managed to find yourself a telescope to use for your new found hobby

> Stargazing
> Luna’s face lit up when you mentioned this
> “You actually enjoy my night sky?”
> You smile warmly at her
“Yes. Yes I do.”
> She looks likes she’s going to just explode from happiness
> “Really?”
“Of course. Stargazing has always been one of my hobbies. I mean just look at it!”
> You point your arm at the black night sky
> The full moon hangs proudly above the glistening stars
“I mean, isn’t it just beautiful?”
> She blushes slightly at your comment

> “We’ve never had anyone say such things about our work. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome?”
> Why is she thanking you?
> And what’s this about her work?
> Just who the hell is she?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z-tTmSY4m4M

> You spend the next few minutes idly relaxing on the grass
> You soak in your surroundings
> The soft crackling sounds of the fountain
> The rhythmic chirps of the crickets
> The soft grass is moist against your skin. It gives a sensation that is cool to the touch
> There is a soft breeze that carries along the cool crisp air
> Up above you stare into the night sky
> It seems like all your troubles could melt away

> You’ve only seen this many shooting stars once in your life
> You remember the day when a meteorite entered your Earth’s orbit
> As it disintegrated in the atmosphere it created a spectacle of shooting stars above the Emmerian landscape.
> It was truly awe inspiring
> However, that night falters in comparison to this moment
> These stars.
> These stars are literally dancing in front of you
> You just stare at the sky in awe
> You’re completely relaxed right now
> As you regain the feeling in your body you shift to a more comfortable position
> You take in a deep breath of the cool air and let out a deep sigh of relaxation

> “You look pretty comfortable down there. Mind if we join you?”
“Not at all. Please, be my guest.”
> You pat a patch of grass next to you
> Accepting your invitation she takes a seat next to you
> From here you can get a closer look at her mane and tail
> It’s literally an exact replica of the night sky
> Holy shit, that’s awesome
> Your attention turns back to the night sky

> Something catches your eye. Holy shit, are those the northern lights? Here?
“Oh my god.”
> “Is something the matter?” Luna worriedly asks
“No! It’s just, this is amazing! Is it like this every night here?”
> “Why yes! We can make the cosmos as majestic as we please!”
> You meet her with a confused look
“I don’t understand”
> “We already told you. For we are Luna, Guardian of the Night. We’ve raised and lowered the moon each night for thousands of years. The cosmos are ours to command.”
> You don’t know how to respond to this
> She’s bluffing
> She has to be
> Alive for Thousands of years?
> Only a god could live that long and appear this young

> Besides, raising the moon?
> That has to be the stupidest thing you’ve ever heard
> The fact that she expects you to believe that is insulting

> Your mind returns to the Discord statue in the park
> Oh shit
> What if she isn’t lying
> You’ve seen the capabilities of the p0nie’s “magic”
> Your palms begin to sweat
> Fuck
> Are you really in the presence of a goddess?

“Show me.” You nervously mumble
> She only smiles warmly and returns her focus to the night sky
> “As you wish.”
> Her horn begins to glow with a dark blue aura
> The moon and stars glows dimly with a similar color
“No...it can’t be…”
> You watch in awe as Luna plays around with the stars just as a child plays with blocks
> This display is one of skill and concentration, yet she makes it look easy
> She creates a magnificent display of colors and lights in front of your eyes
> It’s nothing you’ve ever seen before
> To gaze upon this display, is to gaze upon beauty itself
> This leaves you completely speechless

> However, the physicist inside you has just committed Sudoku
> On one hand, this display completely shatters every concept of modern science you’ve come to accept as law
> On the other, it was an amazing spectacle that has left you completely awestruck. Words cannot describe the amount of respect you’ve gained for this p0ny

> Thinking it over, none of this makes shit ever made any sense to begin with
> Your life after death
> Talking animals
> Fucking Magic
> Gods and Goddesses
> It’s an overflow of information
> Trying to make any sense of this all just leaves you with a migraine

> Fuck it
> All of this is just beyond comprehension, and frankly you just don’t give a fuck anymore
> You’ve officially left any fucks to give back underneath the bridge

> One this
> You stare at her wide eyed
“That was… You’re amazing.”
> She blushes at your comment
> “We thank you.”

> “We don’t think we’ve gotten your name yet.”
“My name? My name is Anonymous.”
> “My my. Anonymous? So you’re the human that’s visiting! We never would have guessed!” Her tone is ironic and playful
“I guess word spreads fast around here.”
> “Oh yes! Celestia has told us much about you!”
> Oh shit
“What exactly did she tell you?”
> You fear that your secret might have been leaked
> Your sudden tone shift has gotten her worried

> “She told us the news that for the first time in centuries, there is a human in Equestria.”
> She paces back and forth as she retells Celestia’s explanation
> “She described you as an intelligent and humble person.”
“Did she now?” You say so flamboyantly “What else did she say about me?”
> “She did also mention some things about your past.”
> Your heart sinks
> Celestia wouldn’t
> She is the only person who knows what happened
> She wouldn’t spill your secret right?

> You’ve already come to the conclusion, these ponies are weak
> They aren’t ready for the horrors of war
> The horrors you’ve lived through
> The shit you’ve experienced is the stuff of nightmares

> “She told us about your home. She was very vague in her explanation; she only briefly mentioned something about a conflict?”
> A 'conflict'?
> That’s an interesting way to put genocide and war
> “But something worries us."
“Oh? What the hell could possibly worry you?”
> "It's Celestia. Something about her was off...When she spoke of you and your homeland, she seemed troubled...Disturbed even."
> Another pause of silence
> With the knowledge that your only ally in this pony world is disturbed by your past, you lower your head in shame
"Is it uncommon for her to act that way?"
> "Anonymous, in all the years we've lived with her we've almost never seen her lose her composure. When she spoke of you, she was on the verge of tears."
> She hesitates for a moment before asking
> “What happened Anonymous? What did she see?"

> The memories of your time in the war return to your mind
> All the bloodshed and hate that took place in that war sickens you
> What those sick bastards did to your people was inhumane. It was unnecessary and just fucking repulsive
> But where you any better?
> What you did to the Estovakians was no better.
> You say it was justified.
> [spoiler] But was it? [/spoiler]
> Enemies or not, they were still human beings
> [spoiler] You tell yourself it was justified, but yet you know it’s a lie. Nothing could justify that shit. [/spoiler]
> You sick fuck.

> Luna breaks your chain of thought once more
> “Rest assured whatever it is or whatever you have done, you can be certain we will still hold you with high regards.”
> You look her in the eyes, giving her a cold stare
“No.”
> She seemed surprised by this response.
> “You won’t tell us?”
“No.”
> “But why not?!”
> She’s not going to fucking drop it, is she?
“No. I can’t explain Luna. I just can't”
> “We demand an explanation Anonymous! For we ar-“
“No means no Luna! God dammit!”

> Startled by your sudden outburst, Luna backs away slowly
> You clench your fists in anger
“You don't understand Luna! My life then was just so fucking miserable!"
> "But. But why?”
“Because of the fucking war! That’s why!”
> You can feel the tears rolling down your face
> "Celestia didn't mention a war..."
“She didn’t? I bet she didn’t tell you what I’ve done either?"
> She slowly shakes her head
> “Of course! Of course she fu-“
> You realize the your error and stop yourself before you can continue
> You calm yourself down
“I’m sorry. It’s just…”
> You calm your breathing and look up to her
"It's just, I did some things I'm not proud of. Terrible things Luna. But that’s not the person I am.”
> She steps closer
“Maybe one day, I’ll be able to forgive myself. Maybe I’ll be able to tell you. But for now? I just want to forget about it Luna. I hope you understand"
> "...We understand Anonymous."
> She wraps her wings around you and embraces you in a hug

> She is soft and cool like the night sky
> You can feel Luna’s tears fall slide down your shoulder
> She whispers something in your ear. “Anonymous. You and I, we are more alike than you think.”

> Luna breaks the embrace and holds you in front of her face
> Past her tears, you can see the sympathy in her eyes
> If anything it puts you at ease
> “It’s getting late. Let us take you inside.”
> Her horn begins to glow a dark blue aura, then both of you are enveloped in the light
> It’s strange, the glowing aura feels cold against your skin
> You shudder as a cold shiver falls down your spine
> A blinding flash engulfs you, and suddenly you can feel yourself moving

--

> It feels as if you’re falling from a tall height
> The sensation is similar to when you were in limbo
> The light fades, and when your eyes adjust you realize you are no longer in the castle garden

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ffMhvukwb7Q

> To the West you can see the moon just fading over the horizon
> To the East the sun is just beginning to rise creating a beautiful red dawn
> The golden light shines off the glass skyscrapers creating a wonderful view
> However this beauty is to be short lived
> Taking a quick look around you find yourself in the city once again
> There are dozens of bodies strewn throughout the street.
> Many of them are civilians, but you can make out the occasional rebel fighter or Estovakian soldier

> “What the buck are you doing?!” A female voice asks
“W-What?”
> Before you can find pinpoint the voice’s owner a freedom fighter next to you tackles you to the ground
> You land behind a burning technical
> As your face hits on the hard concrete the impact sends a jolt of pain down your spine
“What the fuck!”
> The freedom fighter who tackled you has since taken cover behind the technical
> You manage to get a good look at your attacker
> She’s a young woman. She looks like she’s in her mid twenties
> She’s a fragile looking woman
> One thing that catches your attention is her bright pink hair
> It’s fashioned in a sort of p0ny tail with a small Sun shaped hair clip
> Is she an Otaku or something?
> Regardless her hair complemented her beautiful pink eyes.
> [spoiler] Fuck. Why does she seem so familiar? [/spoiler]
> Despite her size, she hit’s like a fucking football player
> She points to an apartment building down the road behind enemy lines
> “You fool! Are you daft!? Do you not realize that there are sni-“
> Suddenly a bullet tears clean through her abdomen before he had a chance to finish his sentence
> She drops like a fly
> In the corner of your eye a glimmer of light catches your attention
> Followed by the sound of a bullet whizzing inches from your body
“Shit!”

> In a knee jerk reaction you bring up your rifle from its sling
> In a matter of seconds, you insert a new magazine, remove the safety and bring the rifle up to firing position
> You align the window in your sights
> BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
“YOU MOTHER FUCKEEER!”
> Your battle cry is drowned out by the sounds of gunfire
> BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! *CLICK*
> You empty the weapon and dive for cover
> It looks like most of your shots land inside the window
> Thank god
> That should give you a moment to breathe

> “Gyaaaaahhh!” Her screams are ear piercing
> You run over to the wounded fighter’s aid, cautious to keep yourself out of the enemies’ line of sight
> She is trembling uncontrollably
> Her body is going through shock

> What the fuck!
> The fighter begins to cough up blood
> Fuck!
“Medic!”
> You place both your hands over the bleeding wound and apply pressure
> The freedom fighter screams and thrashes about in response
> “GAH. WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUU-AAARGHH.”
“Medic!”
> You scream at the top of your lungs
“Fuck! Meddiiic!”
> Where is the motherfucker when you need him?
> You look around the street hoping to spot them

> You are in the middle of a busy downtown street
> Tall buildings and destroyed cars align the street
> There are several factions mixed in the fray right now
> The Estovakian Military has taken up positions in front of you, they are heavily armed and are putting up a good fight
> You can spot several friendly Emmerian jet’s zooming overhead
> A large squadron of F-22’s and F-16’s are flying away from the battlefield, towards the mountains in the East
“What? Where are you going?...” You mutter to yourself

> Behind you there are several Emmerian Rebel fighters taking up positions behind whatever cover they can find
> Among the rebels fighters you can make out a few familiar faces
> There are several rebels scattered among the street firing rounds at the enemy
> Some even toss Molotov’s towards the enemy
> You notice that certain Enemy troops now carry small fire extinguishers on them
> There are several Estovakian and Rebel RPG teams making their way to the high buildings

> The ground starts to shake and you can hear the low rumble of large engines approaching
> You turn around to see the cause
> In the distance there are several tanks and armored vehicles their way towards the battleground
> A closer inspection shows that they aren’t tanks used by the Emmerian Military
> In fact, from this distance, they look like hostile Estovakian tanks
> Fuck!
> How did they flank you?
> Why isn’t anyone doing anything?

> You try to catch the attention of one of the RPG teams nearby
“Hey! Over here!”
> He can’t hear you over the roar of gunfire
> You look to the wounded fighter
> She has a radio strapped to her chest
> You rip it from her and yell into
“Hey! Fucking RPG GUY! HEY! OVER HERE!”
> “What?!” He responds
> You point to the incoming tank battalion
> Shaking his head he ignores you
> Instead he makes run for a building
> “So what?”
> You fling your arms in the air due to disbelief
“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN ‘SO WHAT? SHOOT THAT SHIT WITH A ROCKET!”
> “What the fuck? Are you fucking insane? I don’t take orders from you! Fuck you!”
“Oh yeah? Well fuck you t-“
> You are interrupted by a barrage of explosions
> The tank battalion fires their canons
> You throw yourself over the wounded fighter in an attempt to shield her from the incoming blast
> You clench your eyes shut for a moment, awaiting the incoming canon shells

> But the shell misses you completely
> Instead the enemy forces take the brunt of the explosions
“What the fuck?”
> The tanks fire once again
> They completely demolish an Estovakian APC
> Several rebel fighters move in the kill off any survivors from the blast

> You take a closer look at the tank battalion as the approach
> There are several rebel fighters using the tanks for cover as they approach
> The guns on the tanks are manned by rebel fighters as well
> You can even recognize Mac in one of the tanks
> Any Estovakian emblems on the tank have either been spray painted over or completely removed

> There is a woman in the gunner’s seat of the leading tank
> You take a moment to admire her beauty from a distance
> Although she is covered in wounds she still manages to fight
> Her skin is fair, although covered in dirt and oil
> Her dark blue hair compliments her teal eyes
> She pulls out a mast from inside the tank and affixes it to the tank’s exterior
> At the top of the mast a tattered Emmerian flag waves proudly in the wind
> “Bring us closer! We want to see the white in their eyes!”
> The battalion fires once again
> This time, the building in which the sniper was hiding took the hit
> In moments the building is completely leveled
> Everyone within the building is without a doubt, dead
> Including that fucking sniper

> You put on this biggest shit eating grin
“YEAH! WELL YOU KNOW WHAT? FUCK YOU!.” You yell

> In the corner of your eye you can see a young woman struggling to rescue a rebel fighter that is trapped underneath an overturned vehicle
> Both of them are dangerously close to the cross fire
> The overturned car is crushing the rebel’s legs, making any movement impossible
> To make matters worse, it seems as if a grenade has blown one of his arms clean off
> The poor bastard is lying in a pool of his own blood and body parts
> She tugs at fighter’s clothing in a feeble attempt to free him.
> The Estovakians take note of them and begin to fire in their direction
> The fighter starts yelling something to the woman
> You are too far to hear what they are saying
> With his one good arm, the fighter motions for the woman to leave him
> She refuses to leave and tries to pull him out once more
> In an act of desperation the man pulls out a pistol from his holster
> He smacks the woman with the handle before holding her at gunpoint
> He motions for her to leave once again
> This time she complies

> She sprints back towards a building, ensuring her safety
> You turn your attention back to the soldier, this time focusing your vision
> He slowly raises the pistol
> You can see him breaking down in hysterics
> To watch a full grown man cry like that?
> It’s disturbing
> He puts the pistol inside his mouth
> It is at this very moment that you notice the Red Cross bandana wrapped around his bicep
“Fuck! Wait! Mediiic! What are you doing! MEDIC!”
> It’s no use, he doesn’t hear you
> As the bullet penetrates his head it essentially explodes into a cloud of blood and bits
> His body drops to the ground and spasms for several seconds before becoming motionless

> You’ve seen people die before
> But you’ve never seen a man take his own life like that
> It makes you physically ill, and you vomit all over the street

> The wounded fighter by your side calls out to you
> “A-Anonymous.”
> Her call is weak and is just barely audible
> “Anonymous.”
> When you turn to her you can see his condition has deteriorated significantly
> She’s hyperventilating and thrashing about in pain
> The wound won’t stop bleeding
> It looks like she’s about to pass out from exhaustion
…
> No! No! No! She’s passing out!
> Fuck! You’re losing her
> You drop to your knees and put your hands over the wounds
> You apply a great amount of pressure
> Fuck, it’s the only thing you could right now
> The warm blood flows out of the wound as you apply pressure
> You press as hard as you can in a ditch attempt to stop the bleeding
> The fighter regains consciousness
> She yells in pain
> “What are you- Arrrgh! Stop!.”
> You don’t, only to apply more pressure
> “Anonymous! It hurts! Stop! Please!”
> You still don’t stop
> She grabs your arms and begins to claw at them
> Her finger nails pierce your skin, blood begins to escape your wounds
> “Anonymous!”

--

> “Anonymous!”
> You return to yourself in a startle realizing you are kneeled over on the floor in a push up position, applying greats amount of pressure to the floor with your hands
> A pounding headache hits you
> Your eardrums feel like they are on the verge of explosion
“W-What?” You manage to utter

> A worried Luna stands in front of you
> “What a relief. You didn’t respond to when we called you.”
> You pull yourself together
“No. I’m fine. It’s just…”
> It is then when you realize you are no longer in the castle garden, but instead inside a glorious bed chamber
“Wha-? Where are we? How’d we get here?”
> You begin to explore your new surroundings
> “These are my personal bed chambers. We simply used a teleportation spell. You are familiar with teleportation are you not?”

“Teleportation? You can do that?”
> She shoots you a coy smirk
> Luna suddenly disappears in a flash of light and sound
“What the fuck?”
> You walk over to where she once stood
> Waving your arms through the space that Luna once took up
> Confirming your suspicions.
> Fucking. Magic.

> Another flash of light blinds the room
> Luna has summoned herself only inches in front of you
> This time, with a tea set in tow
> “I hope you like tea, Anonymous.”



> You smile at the offer
> A warm drink would definitely hit the spot right now

> She trots over to a nearby couch and plops on it
> She motions for you to join her
> You notice the upholstery and pillows are embroidered with the same Moon design as the one on her flank
> In fact, many of the tapestries and cloths around this bedroom have the same design
> Cute.

> This Equestrian tea isn’t so bad. Actually it’s pretty good!
> While it would never replace your usual cup of Joe in the morning, the warm drink satisfies your thirst

> “So tell us Anonymous.”
“Hmm?” You reply after pouring yourself another cup
> “You’ve peaked our curiosity. Tell us what the skies are like in your home.”
“You mean when it isn’t filled with fucking B-52’s?” You grumble under your breath
> “What?”
“Nothing. Nothing. Well, what do know?”
> “What are the stars like in your home?”
> She looks up to you just like when a child looks up to those Santa Clauses’ in the malls

> You chuckle at the sight
“Well…Where I come from the moon rises and set’s on its own. There is no one moving it.”
> Luna nearly chokes on her tea. She looks at you in sheer disbelief. She is completely speechless. It takes her a few tries to actually compose words
> “Wh-What!?” She finally mutters. Her tone of voice makes it sound like she’s lost all purpose in life
“Yep.” You take a sip of the tea so nonchalantly. “It revolves around the Earth autonomously every twenty four hours. It’s done so for millions of years.”
> You take another sip of your tea. Luna’s reaction, it’s cute
> “What else? There’s more right?”
> You ponder what else you have that would make a decent mind fuck
“Well, as you know. Humans don’t have wings.”
> “Well of course we know Anonymous. What kind of fool do you take us for?”
“You also are aware of our inability to cast magic right?"
> "Yes, yes. Go on."
"Well, for millions of years mankind has always depended on one thing."
> "And what would that be?"
> With your finger you point to your head a few times
"Human ingenuity. Thanks to it, we've learned how to adapt. How to develope. We learned to thrive instead of just merely survive."
> She chuckles at your remark
>"Look around Anonymous. For we have achieved the same without your precious ingenuity."
> The magnificent castle you sit in is a testament to that
"Yes, but Celestia has told me all about your special abilities. You see, we humans don't have the ability to fly, we cannot manipulate nature. We cannot befriend wild creature as easily as you. We can't make our crops grow instantly on demand. And we most certainly cannot cast magic."
> "We cannot imagine you humans have gotten very far without such."
"Oh we've achieved much more than you could possibly imagine. We have completely mastered all the sciences, everything from Chemistry to Physics to Mathematics. There only a handful of frontiers where we haven't delved into, and even so our scientists and engineers are hard at work creating answers to questions unanswered. They are the real deal Luna."
> "Hah! We'd like to meet one of these so called scientists."
> Finishing your tea, you stand up and do a little bow to Luna.
"Did I not tell you? You're looking at one of the finest engineers Tarvo City has to offer!"
> She bursts out in laughter
> "Oh please! Do you honestly expect us to believe that? There is no way your simple human crafts could surpass ours!"

"It's true! In fact my home town, Tarvo City, is home to one of the largest airports in the world!”
> "Airports? As in aircraft?"
"Of course!"
> “Haha! Child’s play! We’ll have you know out top engineers have just recently developed a flying machine that uses cutting edge rotor technologies to achieve vertical flight! Now Earth P0nies and Unicorns can soar the skies as well!”
> You raise an eyebrow. ‘Rotor Technology?’ Is she fucking kidding?
> "It's the one of the masterpieces of Equestrian design. Our greatest minds have been working at this project for decades. We recall how only recently the prototype was showcased to Celestia and us here at the castle not too long ago. At the moment it can climb to a max altitude of almost 100 feet! They've have dubbed it the H-"
"The Helicopter?"
> She raises an eyebrow. "How did you know?"
"Where I come from helicopters have been in developments for hundreds of years. We've perfected the craft. You've heard of airplanes have you not?"
> "Yes. They are currently in development as well."  She takes
"How well can they fly?"
> "Only the fraction of the performance achieved by a skilled Pegasus. Perhaps a few hundred feet high with a speed of no more than 80 miles per hour."
"You know we've developed aircraft as well. Our aircraft have the ability of soaring over 300,000 feet in the air with speeds that exceed 4,000 miles per hour."
> She's completely astounded by your claim. The look in her eyes is one of amazement, fear and disbelief
"Hell, we've developed aircraft that have the ability to send us to the outer reaches of space!"
> Her jaw slightly drops

> You take another sip of your tea
"Astronauts."
> "What?"
"The men and women we send into space are called Astronauts. Brave souls they are. We've even managed to send astronauts to touch down on our moon."
> "The…The moon?” She stutters
> “You've sent humans to your moon?!"
> Her tone of voice has changed dramatically. No longer does the verdant Luna sit next to you. But instead, a very emotional and torn person
> "Why…Why would anyone do that?”
"I dunno. I guess they just wanted to study it greater detail.”

> You hear a soft pitter patter noise as tear drops fall to the floor
> Is she crying?
> What the hell?
“Luna?”  You place your hand on her shoulder
> She only pushes you away.
> “It’s nothing. We’ve gotten something in our eyes is all.”
> You don’t buy it
“Hey. What’s wrong? What is something I said?”
> She quickly wipes her tears from her eyes and regains her cheerful smile once again

> The sounds of flapping wings fill the room.
> You watch in awe as Celestia enters the room via one of the open windows. She lands with extreme precision and grace.
> “Ah Anonymous! I see you’ve met my sister Luna!”
“Your sister? You have a sister?!”
> You glance over to Luna who avoids eye contact
“You’re related to her? Seriously? You both look nothing alike!”
> The two Alicorns glance at each other before breaking out into laughter
> The fuck?
> “Oh Anonymous, you are just too funny!” Celestia’s giggles fade as she trots to the balcony once more
> She notions for Luna to join her

> “Come Anonymous, we wish to show you something.”  Luna nods for you to join her on the balcony
> Stepping outside, the cool night air hits against your skin giving you Goosebumps
“What do you want to show me?”
> Both Luna and Celestia smile
> “This.”
> In almost perfect synchronization the two Alicorns leap into off the balcony and into the air
> They both soar in opposite directions
> Luna heads for the West, and Celestia heads for the East
> Their horns begin to spark and glow
> Beautiful auras envelope the two Alicorns
> In the East, you can barely make out Celestia silhouette. You watch as she slowly raises her forelegs high above her head. All the meanwhile the sun begins to rise from the East.
> To the West Luna is performing a similar task. As she lowers her forelegs from below her head, the moon disappears below the horizon
> The two are in perfect harmony
> It’s awe inspiring

> You take in the vista before you
> The glorious black night sky fades out as the sun rises over the horizon
> From this point on the castle you have an excellent view of the Equestrian landscape
> There are smooth rolling hills and abundant forests in the distance
> You have to squint a bit, on the edge of the horizon there is a small town nestled in between the hills
> A tremendous forest borders the town, along with the mountain you had climbed earlier
> The way the sun clashes with the night creates a red hue in the sky
> Another glorious red dawn

> It’s been a while since you were able to watch the sun rise without fear of being killed
> The skies of your old town was always clouded by smoke and pollution
> When the war started, the skies were lined with cloud trails left by jet planes. A constant reminded of the war going on
> It was a disgusting sight.

> But this?
> This is beauty at its finest
> No jet’s roaring over head
> No constant gunfire
> No explosions or fires
> No pain, nor suffering
> No fear or wondering whether we’d live to see the light of tomorrow
> Just. Peace.

> You smile warmly at the sight
> For the first time since the war started, you feel at peace
> A piece of mind that could only be achieved when safe at home
> You look around at the wonderful country side
“Guys?”
> A tear rolls down your cheek
> “Yes?” the two respond
[spoiler] Thank you. [/spoiler]