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Post by Battlefield on Jun 29, 2009 15:46:06 GMT -5
This is a story I'm doing involving MLP: Tales. I hope you all enjoy it.
Prologue For thousands of years, the celestial beings, Confetti, and Crimson Sky, have been sworn enemies. Confetti, the Goddess of Light, has always tried to defend the universe, while Crimson sky, the Goddess of Darkness, has always tried to conquer it. But because of the equal power that each of them possesses, neither has been able to completely defeat the other, and as a result, their battle has remained in a deadlock for centuries. However, in these modern times, the beings now hope that newly developed technology will finally allow one to defeat the other, and vanquish them. But there is a problem. After years of bitter conflict, neither being no longer have enough energy to be able to maintain a more permanent physical presence on the corporeal plain, and can only manifest themselves there for short periods of time. This is an obstacle that has the potential of preventing each of their chances of finally defeating one or the other for good. But there is a solution. While they cannot battle each other effectively on the corporeal plan, the two deities can, however, pass on some of their powers to a corporeal being of their choosing who would serve them as avatars. Under the direction of their respective deity, these individuals would also fight to either defend the universe, or conquer it. Now fully the enthusiastic about the idea, both Confetti and Crimson Sky began to search the corporeal plane in order to find individuals to serve them as avatars in the battle over the universe.
That is where our story begins…
Chapter One It was one of the finest spring days that had ever been seen in a long time. The sky was a clear shade of blue, while remaining relatively clear, except for being dotted by a few white puffy clouds. The sun also hung high in the sky, casting golden rays of light upon the lush, green countryside that was spread out below it. A simple country road weaved it’s way through this countryside as it served it’s purpose of being a vial transportation route in this mostly rural area of Equina. Sitting behind the wheel of the car, which was a blue 1969 Chevy Corvette Stingray coupe, was a young stallion with blue fur, a red mane and tail, and green blue eyes. The clothes he wore were a pair of blue jeans pants, a red turtle neck sweater, and a black leather jacket. He also wore a pair of dark sunglasses, which helped to keep the sun out of his eyes. In all, he appeared to everyone to a member of the middle class, but yet he had been born as a member of the wealthy upper class. However, he did not want to give off this impression, and wanted to show people that he was as much a commoner as they were. As he drove the car, the stallion, whose name was Lancer, thought about many things, like he had always done. First and foremost on his mind was the thought about how his friends would react when he finally arrived at the destination that he was currently traveling to, which was his hometown of Ponyville. He knew that they would be surprised, that much was for sure. But what he didn’t know was whether they would still be angry at him for leaving in the first place over five years ago. It had been a shock to them, when, on one sunny spring day that was similar that he was surrounded by at that very moment, he had packed up all his personal belongings into his car, and than had driven to the Ice Cream Shop, left a letter with the equally surprised owner of the shop, who was the mother of one his friend’s, and than got into his car, and drove away to parts unknown. He could only imagine their reactions when they received the letter. It had read:
My Dear Friends,
As you probably already know, I’ve been having some difficulty with my parents. Mainly because their hardly ever there for me, and are usually off on a trip to some distant part of the f**king world. Oh well, who needs them. I don’t. Never have, and never will. Anyways, after thinking about my life, and everything else for a long time, I decided that I need to also leave. I don’t know why, but I just feel like I do. I hope you understand, because I sure as hell don’t. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone, but I do know that, one day, I’ll come back. Please don’t think that I’m leaving because of something that you guys did. You’ve guys been a great help to me, and I will always regards you as my friends, which your are. I’m not sure what else to say, except…goodbye.
Your friend forever Lancer.
Lancer could only imagine how his friends had probably reacted to reading it. Knowing them, they had probably been sad to learn that he had left, and had probably wracked their brains over where he might have gone. But they had also probably realized that he was gone, and had gotten on with their lives, knowing that one day he would return. Well, today was going to be that day, and only the gods knew what was going to happen. For all Lancer knew, his friends would probably be mad at him for leaving, without saying goodbye to them, or even telling in the first place that he was planning on leaving. Lancer and his friends were a very tight knit group, so everyone was obliged to tell everyone else what they were planning to do in the future, and how it may affect the group as a whole. Lancer had broken that rule when he had just suddenly left town, without saying goodbye, and leaving only a single letter as an explanation.
Gods, thought Lancer, I don’t blame them if they hate me now.
However, for all he knew, they weren’t mad at him, and were very understanding about why he had left. Still, no matter how whether they were angry at him or not, he would do everything he could to make it up to his friends. Looking through the windshield of his car, Lancer suddenly saw the figure of an individual standing by the side of the road, up ahead. Immediately, his shoulders started to twitch. It was a very familiar feeling, and he immediately knew what it meant.
Ah, he thought, its Confetti. Slowing the car down, he soon pulled up to the side of the road in front of the figure, and came to a complete stop. Looking at the individual, he saw that is was Confetti. She was an earthling mare with white fur, a melon colored mane, and light purple eyes. She was wearing a pair of blue jeans, a white long-sleeved flannel shirt, and a yellow jacket. She also wore a pair of sunglasses, and was also holding a black attaché case with her right hand.
Smiling, she said, “Mind giving a girl a lift?”
Lancer smiled. “Not at all.” He motioned for the Confetti to get into the car. “Hop in!” Opening the passenger door, she climbed inside, and slid into the passenger seat. Still holding the attaché case, she placed on her lap. Once she was settled in, they drove back on the road towards Ponyville.
“So,” asked Lancer after they had driven in silence for awhile, “what can I do for you today?”
Confetti held up the case. “This case contains something that I had made especially for you.” She smiled. “Consider it to be gift for completing the training that you have had to endure for all these years.”
“A gift?” repeated Lancer in surprise. “What kind of a gift?”
“You‘ll see,” chuckled Confetti. “Now, I must go. Farewell for now, Lancer.”
Suddenly, there was a flash of white light, and Confetti completely disappeared into thin air, leaving Lancer to smile, and shake his head.
“I‘m never going to get used to that,” he mused out loud to himself as he drove on towards town.
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Post by Battlefield on Jun 29, 2009 15:47:00 GMT -5
Chapter Two After driving for about half an hour more, Lancer found himself driving over a bridge that crossed the Silver River, and into the town of Ponyville. As soon as he drove off the bridge, he passed a large wooden sign that sat on the side of the road that said, Welcome to Ponyville. After driving on for a little while, he soon found himself entering the town itself. Coming into the center of town, he saw that nothing had changed a bit, since he was last there. Navigating through the streets of the town, he soon steered onto one that was lined by shops on one side, and bordered the town park on the other. It was a very familiar street, and one which he had been on many times in the past. Driving down it again brought back good, and bad, memories. Glancing along the line of shops, Lancer caught site of the one that he was looking for. Pulling up to the curb in front of it, he shut off the engine, and simply sat there in his car, looking out the window. It was a beauty parlor that was owned by Flora Hawyood, the mother of Starlight Haywood, who had been one of Lancer’s friends from High School. Being the only parlor of any kind in town, it had become very prosperous, and had also become a social point for the whole town. In fact, it had become a place where gossip about anything and anyone could be found being discussed by the parlor’s customers and employees. Whenever somebody wanted to know about what was going on around town, all they had to do was to go to the beauty parlor, and listen to everyone gossip. Getting out of the car, Lancer walked onto the sidewalk, and entered the parlor. Once inside, he stood n the entrance way of the parlor, before a young mare with blue fur and a pale yellow mane came, and who was wearing green t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans, walked over to him.
“Hi,” she said, “I‘m Sun Cloud. What can I do for you today?”
“Yeah, hi,” replied Lancer, taking off his sunglasses. “Uh, does Flora Haywood still work here? I‘m an friend of her daughter.”
Blue Cloud nodded her head. “Yes, she does. But she isn‘t here today. She has the day off today. Would you like your hair done?”
Lancer shook his head. “No thanks, I was just wondering if Flora was here.” He then took a small notebook and a ballpoint pen out of the right front pocket of his jacket.
“Could you give a message to Flora if you see her again?”
Sun Cloud nodded. “Sure.”
Lancer scribbled a phone number onto the a sheet of paper, ripped it from the notebook, and handed it to Sun Cloud. “Please tell her that Lancer Simmons is looking for her, and to please call this cell phone number.”
“Ok,” replied Sun Cloud. “I‘ll give it to her.”
“Thanks,” said Lancer. “Goodbye.”
He then walked out of the parlor, put his sunglasses back on, and turned right, and headed down he sidewalk and out of sight. Sun Cloud placed the note in one of her pants pocket, and went to go tend to a customer, hardly giving the stallion and his message a second thought. She probably figured that he was a relative of Flora’s or something.
As soon as he left the shop, Lancer headed into the Ice Cream Shop that sat right next door to the Parlor. Entering the shop, he found that there were only a few customers in the shop, considering that it was only about Noon, and the usual lunch hour customers hadn’t arrived yet. It seems that many ponies believed in having an ice cream after eating lunch, so the shop would usually be full around during the afternoon. That time hadn’t arrived yet, so there were on a few customers in what was essentially an empty shop. Lancer, who didn’t really feel like having a lunch, and who had now had a sudden craving for ice cream, walked up to the front counter, and waited for someone to serve him. Several seconds later, a young mare who had just served another customer noticed Lancer, and walked over and stood behind the counter directly across from him.
“Hello,” she said. “What can I get for you today?”
Looking over at the sign that had the names of the different flavors of ice cream on it, Lancer looked over it, and made a decision. “I‘ll have a large chocolate ice cream, and with rainbow sprinkles, please.”
The mare nodded her head. “Good choice. I‘ll be right back.”
While he stood at the counter waiting for her, Lancer looked around the shop to see if he anyone he recognize was there. Unfortunately, there wasn’t. A few minutes later, the mare returned with his ice cream. “Here you go,” she said, handing it to Lancer. “That‘ll be sixty cents, please.” Placing his ice cream on the counter, Lancer reached into his pants pocket, and pulled out his wallet. He retrieved the needed amount from it, and handed to the mare. “Okay, your all set.”
“Thank you.” Lancer, placed his wallet back into his pants pocket, picked up is ice cream, and headed over to sit at the booth that was propped up in the left rear corner of the room. From there, he would clear view of the entire shop, and would be able to see if anyone was entering, or leaving, or coming towards him. One always benefited from a clear view of their surroundings when out in public. Lancer had learned that the hard way… Setting down in the both, Lancer took off his sunglasses, folded them, and then placed on the table top. Picking up his ice cream, he began to consume it slowly, so as in order to take in the flavor. Chocolate was his favorite flavor of ice cream, and he enjoyed it every chance he could get. While he sat there, enjoying his ice cream, Lancer saw the front door of the shop swing open. A group of ponies walked in. Lancer sat there in surprise as he recognized each and every one of them…
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Post by sunstar on Jun 29, 2009 16:19:29 GMT -5
I remember reading some of this story. more soon? it was on the MLP Arena.
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Post by ladymoondancer on Jun 29, 2009 18:04:06 GMT -5
Ohhh, interesting start! I like the idea of the deities choosing mortal ponies to grant powers to. It's also intriuging seeing Lancer's return to his hometown . . . I assume his friends are the Tales gang, since Starlight was mentioned?
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Post by Battlefield on Jun 30, 2009 8:15:35 GMT -5
Yes. The whole story is based on Tales.
Yes, Sunny, it was on the Arena. I've completed sewveral more chapters since then.
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Post by Battlefield on Jun 30, 2009 8:28:35 GMT -5
Chapter Three Despite the fact that they looked older then when he last saw him, Lancer still recognized the group of individuals who had just walked into the shop as his friends. They liked a little older than when he last saw them, but he knew that they were his friends. As each of them walked through the door, Lancer mentally said their name to himself. He really didn’t know why. The first one through the door was a mare with pink fur, and a yellow mane and tail, and she also had blue eyes. The clothes she was wearing was a white turtleneck sweater, and a pair of blue boot-cut jeans.
Starlight.
The next one through the door was a mare with white fur, and a dark pin mane and tail, and pink eyes. She was wearing a dark blue boat-neck t-shirt, and a pair of black cargo pants.
Sweetheart.
Right behind her was a mare with dark pink fur, a blue mane and tail, and blue eyes. She was wearing a green u-neck t-shirt with the image of a large silver music note on the front, and a pair of hi-res skinny blue jeans.
Melody.
After her was a mare with aqua fur with an orange mane and tail, and pink eyes. She was wearing a white v-neck t-shirt, and a pair of brown trousers pants. A black back pack was slung over left shoulder.
Brighteyes.
A mare with peach colored fur, a pink mane and tail, and yellow eyes was next. She was wearing a yellow tie-back kimono top shirt, and a dark blue skinny stretch jean pants.
Patch.
The next one was a mare with purple fur, alight pink mane and tail, and pink eyes. She was wearing a purple roll-up shirt, and a pair of cordorrauy pants.
Clover.
Behind her was a mare with yellow fur, a purple mane and tail, and blue eyes. She was wearing a bright red pull over shirt, and a pair of blue jeans.
Bon Bon.
Walking behind the seven mares were two stallions. One had had tan fur, an off-white mane and tail, and green eyes. He was wearing a white t-shirt, and a pair of classic straight-leg jean pants.
Ace. The other stallion had blue fur, an orange mane and tail, and blue eyes. He was wearing a dark blue long-sleeved textured-stripe shirt, and light brown loose fit khaki pants. A brown leather belt was wrapped around his waist. A mobile CD player hung from it, and was attached by a cord to a set of mobile headphones that were hanging from around her neck.
Teddy.
As he watched his old friends enter the parlor, Lancer soon began to feel nervous about them recognizing him. He still didn’t know whether they would be angry at him for leaving, or be happy to see him after so many years. Of course, knowing his friends, they probably would first be happy to see him, and then later on would be angry as hell at him. It was a risk that he wasn’t willing to take…not now anyways. As his nine former friends walked past him on their way to the front counter, Lancer immediately ducked his head so they wouldn’t have a chance to recognize him. He ducked his head again when they walked past him again after ordering their ice creams. Thankfully, they failed to notice him, let alone recognize him, both times that they walked past him. Course, they were too busy talking with each other to notice anyone else. A now relieved Lancer now thought that it would no be a simple matter of remaining unnoticed as he walked out of the shop, and away from what he hoped was still his friends…. Unfortunately, things became difficult for him when six of his friends sat down at the booth next to him, while the other three used chairs from an unused table to sit with their friends. From what Lancer could hear, his friend were laughing and chatting about something. Listening carefully, he heard the words ‘funny,’ and ‘movie.’ It was then that he realized that they were talking about some movie that they had recently seen. This made Lancer remember about how he would go see a movie with them years ago. These memories made him want to avoid his friends even more. So, after finishing his ice cream, Lancer began to hatch a plan about how to get out of the restaurant, and avoid his friends at the same time. He knew that it wouldn’t be easy, seeing how the shop wasn’t very large, and his friends were sitting so very close to him. It would be difficult to past them and out of the shop without attracting the attention of anyone. After taking a deep breath, Lancer slowly got up out of his seat, walked casually over to a nearby garbage can, and threw away his used napkin. He glanced at his friends to see if they noticed him. They hadn’t, and were continuing to chat away, while they ate their ice cream.
So far, so good, thought Lancer. Now for the hard part.
Trying to act as casually as was possible, he began to walking towards the door. As he passed his friends, he glanced to the left to see if any of them were looking at him, or had even noticed him. Fortunately, none of them had. So far, Lancer had been lucky in that they were too distracted to notice him or anyone else. When he reached the door, Lancer looked over his shoulder to take one quick glance at his friends. He hated the fact that he had just intentionally avoided them, but he just wasn’t ready to face the friends he had so suddenly left behind all those years ago. He promised to himself that, as soon as he was ready, he would come and face them, and se if they were still his friends again. But right now, he still had the business of setting himself up in town to take care of. Opening the door, Lancer, while still glancing at his friends, was about to walk out onto the sidewalk, he ran into someone who was heading into the shop in the opposite direction. He immediately saw that it was Sun Cloud who had run into him, and who was now smiling as she recognized him.
“Hi, Lancer,” he said in tone of voice that was loud enough for the everyone in the shop to hear. “Fancy meeting you here. Having an ice cream?”
Lancer, who was trying to not to act like there was something wrong, which there was, nodded his head. “Ya. In fact, I was just leaving.”
“Well,” replied Sun Cloud, “would you care to join me for another?”
Wanting to leave the shop before anyone else noticed him, Lancer shook his head. “No thank you. I have some business to attend to. Perhaps another time?”
A crestfallen expression appeared on Sun Cloud’s face. She had really wanted a chance to get to know the handsome stallion, but it seemed that she have to wait before that happened. “Oh, all right. Maybe another time. I‘ll see you later.”
“Ya, later.” And with that, Lancer rushed out of the shop, turned right, and headed down the street and out of sight all before Sun Cloud could take another step.
“Boy,” she said to herself, “he may be cute, but he sure is also weird.” Deciding to think nothing more of it, she headed over to the counter to order some ice cream.
Meanwhile, a certain group of ponies were wondering whether the stallion that they had saw talking to Sun Cloud was really their long absent friend Lancer…
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Post by Battlefield on Jun 30, 2009 8:30:13 GMT -5
Chapter Four As soon as he had left the shop, Lancer immediately turned right and headed down the sidewalk to get as far as way from the shop, and his friends, as possible. It had been a close call back there in the shop, when Sun Cloud had started shouting his name loud enough for everyone to hear. Fortunately, it had appeared that his friends hadn’t seemed to hear her, or pay attention to her. But Lancer hadn’t wanted to take any chances, so he had left the shop as soon as he could. Now that he was safety away, he could breathe easier. Coming to the end of the street, he decided that he would take a walk for a while, and then head back to his car, which was still parked in front of the beauty parlor. By that time, hopefully, he friends would have already left the Ice Cream Shop, and had gone somewhere else. After waiting for the cross walk sign to turn green, Lancer walked briskly across the street, and headed down another sidewalk, which ran past another row of shops. As he once again began walking, Lancer wondered about how long he might have to keep avoiding his friends. In all honesty, he didn’t want to keep avoiding them, but on the other hand, he still wasn’t ready to personally face them after being gone for some many years.
Lance, he thought to himself, as soon as you can finally keep yourself from running away from your friends, who have been like to family to you, even more then your true family, you will stop hiding from them, and you will look them in the face, and you will show them that you are still the Lancer that knew so many years ago. Understand?
Lancer understood perfectly. He couldn’t keep hiding from his best friends, just because he was afraid of how they would react towards him, after he had been gone so long. They were his friends, and friend were your friends, no matter what. Course, there was the little matter of whether or not they were mad at him, but Lancer figured that the answer to that question would have to depend on whatever would happen in the future. As he walked, Lancer suddenly heard the sound of laughter coming from his left. He suddenly stopped walking, and turned his head in the direction that the laughter had come from. From what he could see, the sounds that he heard were coming from a group of young foals, who were playing a game of soccer in the local park that was directly across the road from where he stood. Based on all appearances, it was apparent that they were enjoy themselves immensely as they kicked the black and white checkered ball around the lush green grass of the park. Watching them play reminded Lancer of his friend Ace, and how they used to play one-on-one games of soccer in that very same park. He also remembered about how he and the rest of his friends would come out to the park to hang out and relax. Just thinking about this gave Lancer the idea that it would be more pleasurable to walk through the park past green grass and tall tress, than down sidewalks past storefronts. Stopping at the edge of the sidewalk, Lancer looked to the left, and then to the right, to see if any cars were coming down the street. There were none, so he briskly made his way across to the street, and onto the sidewalk that ran along the edge of the park. Once there, Lancer began to walk casually down a pathway that ran into the exterior of the park. Walking along the path, he watched with quiet amusement at the many ponies who had come to the park to relax and enjoy the sunny spring day. He smiled as he saw families having picnics, foals playing in the play ground, and lovers sitting on park benches. To Lancer, it was nice to see such a cross section of society enjoying such a nice, spring day. With a sense of sorrow, he thought about how there were forces-dark forces-out there in the expansive universe, which would destroy everything that currently surrounded him without a second thought. Lancer knew, however, that these dark forces that he thought of would never win. Not if he had anything to do with it…
Becoming exhausted from all the walking he had done, Lancer stepped off the path, and headed towards a large oak tree that was located a little ways away from everyone else. He felt a little exhausted after all the walking he had done, and he needed to rest for a while. Besides, it would give him a chance to enjoy the beautiful spring day in all it’s glory. Arriving at the tree, Lancer leaned against it’s trunk, sighed, and allowed his body to relax. Closing his eyes, he tried not to think about much of anything. He just wanted to let his mind become empty. Soon, he was leaning against the tree, with his hands crossed his chest, as let both his body and mind relax. His peaceful rest, however, was suddenly interrupted by the sound of laughter coming from the opposite side of the tree, which Lancer immediate recognized. He then heard a very familiar voice speak particular to no one. “Well, well, if it isn‘t Lancer the Hero.” Lancer knew that voice, and he knew who it belonged to. Oh yes, did he know. It belonged to Moon Harvest.
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Post by Battlefield on Jun 30, 2009 8:30:34 GMT -5
Chapter Five Lancer was left in shock after he heard what he recognized as the voice of Moon Harvest speak. At first, he hoped that he had been mistaken, but then realized to his immediate dread that he probably wasn’t, when he heard what was definitely Moon Harvest’s voice speak again. “Well, Lancer, aren‘t you going to say hello?” With a foreboding sense of dread, Lancer slowly peered around the tree, and laid his eyes upon an individual that he hoped hadn’t actually been there, and that he had only thought that he had heard him speak. Bu alas, it was Moon Harvest who had spoke to him. He was an earthling stallion with midnight black fur. His mane and tail were both orange, and both had a streak of midnight black hair running through them. His eyes were orange colored, and matched the color of his mane and tail. The clothes that he was wearing consisted of a pair of black cargo pants, a dark blue undershirt, and a brown leather bomber jacket. A lit cigar was clenched between his teeth, as he leaned against the side of the tree. He turned his head and smiled at Lancer.
“Hi , Lancer,” he said in a smooth, oily voice. “Haven‘t seen you in awhile. How ya been doing lately?”
Ignoring Moon Harvest’s friendly demeanor, which he knew was just a facade, Lancer growled, “I‘ve been trying to stop you from carrying out the diabolical orders of that evil, pregnant dog goddess. That’s what I’ve been doing.”
Moon Harvest only laughed at this. “Temper, temper, Lancer,” he scolded, mockingly. “They say that those, who allow themselves to be blinded by anger are doomed to failure.”
“You should have taken your advice a long f**king time ago,” retorted Lancer, sharply. “But I guess you’ve been having too much fun in trying to take over the world for that evil sleeper, Crimson Sky.”
Moon Harvest only laughed harder at this. ”Oh, and I suppose your having fun trying to save the world for that righteous little witch, Confetti.”
This remark made Lancer even angrier. In an instant, he rushed forward, grabbed Moon Harvest’s shoulders tightly, and pinned him up against the tree. “Listen to me, you son of a pregnant dog,” he hissed, “and listen well.“ He then said, “If you think that you and the pregnant dog can conquer the world just like that, you are sadly mistaken. Do you want to know why?”
“Why?” asked Moon Harvest, half-seriously. It was clearly apparent that he wasn’t in all affected by Lancer’s sudden act of aggression towards him. “I‘m dying to know.”
“It’s because one of these days, “ replied Lancer, hoarsely, “I‘m going to kill you.”
For almost two full minutes, there was nothing, but silence before Moon Harvest began to laugh harder then had before. In fact, he was laughing so hard that he had trouble speaking.
“Oh, Lancer, Lancer, Lancer,” he exclaimed, in-between fits of laughter. “You may think your going to kill me, but…” In an instant, he grabbed Lancer’s arms by the wrist, turned him around, and pinned him to the tree. The carefree expression was gone now, and had been replaced by a look that could only be described as being similar to that of an angry, snarling dog. He nearly hissed like a snake when he spoke. ”You may think that you can kill me, and defeat my goddess, Crimson Sky, but you won’t.“ A devious look appeared in his eyes. “I know how to destroy you from the inside.” He then suddenly lifted up his head, as if he had just heard something. “Ah, my goddess calls for me.” He smiled at Lancer, and released his grip on him. “Goodbye, Lancer the Hero. I must go for now, but you shall see me again very soon.” And with that, Moon Harvest turned, and walked away, leaving Lancer to lean against the tree, and think about what he had said.
What did he mean by ‘I know how to destroy you from the inside’? Lancer wondered. Whatever it is, it can’t be good, when it involves Moon Harvest.
Much to his dismay, Lancer knew without a doubt that the only way he was going to ever find the true meaning of what Moon Harvest had said to him. He knew from past experiences that the evil stallion was capable of anything, and that he should keep his guard up. He just hoped that whatever Moon Harvest was planning to do was something he could handle… Checking his watch, Lancer saw that almost an hour had passed, sine he had left the ice cream shop. Hopefully, his friends had already left by then, and that it was safe for him to get back to his car, which was still parked out in front of the shop. With thoughts about what Moon Harvest had said fresh in his mind, Lancer walked back the way he came to the edge of the park, and crossed the street to the sidewalk. Once there, he turned right and headed back towards the shop. While he was walking, he suddenly felt his cell phone start to vibrate in his pocket. Reaching into it, he pulled out the phone, unfolded it, and placed it next to his ear. He then spoke into it.
“Hello?…Miss Haywood! Hi!…Yeah, it‘s good to talk you again….Yes, I’m fine. What makes you think I’m not?…Okay, I know it’s been a couple of years….Why did I leave?…Well, I was hoping I could sit down, and talk with you about that…Yes, I‘m still in town. I only got here about an hour and a half ago…Yes, I still know how to get to your house….What?…No! Please don’t tell Starlight, or anyone else, that I’m here in town….I’ll explain everything, when I’m talking with you….Okay. I’ll see you later….Goodbye.”
Lancer was now smiling as he folded his cell phone, and placed it back in his pocket. Well, he thought with satisfaction, that’s one thing I can scratch off my To-Do list. He then thought grimly, I just hope I can scratch off the other things, before it’s too late.
About several minutes after leaving the park, he arrived back in front of the shop, and his car. Opening the driver side door, he climbed into the driver seat of the Corvette, closed the door, took his keys out of his right pants pocket, placed them into the ignition, and then started the engine. He was about to drive away, when he stared to have the overwhelming feeling that he should take one last look at the ice cream shop. Turning his head to the right, Lancer saw much to his horror that the door to the shop was wide opened. Standing there in the doorway was Starlight, who was looking directly at him as he sat in his car. Hoping that she hadn’t recognized him, Lancer shift the car into drive, turned out onto the street, and drove away as fast as he could. He still wasn’t quite ready to face his friends. Meanwhile, back in front of the ice cream shop, Starlight was left wondering about whether the stallion she saw sitting in the blue Corvette was really her long absent friend Lancer…
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Post by Battlefield on Jun 30, 2009 8:32:37 GMT -5
I must warn you that there is an adult situation in this chapter. It's nothing very grpahic, though.
Chapter Six Moon Harvest was humming to himself as he walked away from Lancer and the tree, and headed towards the western edge of the park. He briskly crossed the street, and onto the sidewalk that ran in front of another row of stores. Parked along it was his personal car, which was a 1971 Plymouth Satellite Sebring coupe that was black, with a orange spoiler mounted on the trunk, and a shiny, silver grill. Moon Harvest climbed in, turned the ignition, and drove away down the street. About twelve minutes later, he had left the town, and was heading south into the countryside. After driving for one or two miles, he turned onto a dirt road that branched off the main paved road. At the end of the dirt road was a small farm that consisted of a small one story house, a small barn, and a rusting windmill. Based on the current, dilapidated condition of the structures, and for the fact that years of being exposed to the elements had eroded all the paint off of them, leaving their outer walls an ugly gray color, it was clearly apparent that the farm, and everything in it, had seen better days. Pulling the car up in front of the farm house, Moon Harvest brought it to a complete stop, and turned off the ignitions. After climbing out of the car, he stood there in one spot, and looked around him. He soon felt a certain, alluring sensation, and knew immediately that he should go into the barn. He closed the driver side door of his car, and began to walk towards the rundown barn. Upon arriving at the entrance, Moon Harvest stopped directly in the entrance way, and peered inside. To say that interior of the barn was dark would be a grave understatement. It wasn’t just dark inside, it was pitch black. There was absolutely no amount of light inside, whatsoever. As a result, the interior of the barn was nothing more, then a deep, black, solid void. Most ponies would be frightened by such a void, but Moon Harvest was not afraid of it all, and stepped into the void with no hesitation. As soon as he did, the door suddenly slammed shut behind him, and he was immediately immersed in the darkness. Even though it was too dark to see anything, Moon Harvest could feel that there was a very strong, and familiar, presence in the barn with him. Suddenly, he heard a deep, female speak from within the darkness.
“Ah, Moon Harvest,” exclaimed the voice, who sounded very pleased, “you are here, and one time.”
“As you commanded,” replied Moon Harvest, automatically. He then turned his head from the left to the right. “Where are you?”
In an instant, the dark void that filled the barn was replaced by the yellowish light of four large torches that were hanging on the wall in each corner of the room. After his eyes had adjusted to the light, Moon Harvest looked around at his newly lit surroundings. The inner walls and roof of the barn were a faded brown color, while the floor was completely covered in hay. Standing up against the right side wall was a pile of hay that had been formed into what could be interpreted as a bed, and which was covered by a plain, white sheet. Standing against the far wall was large, stone cauldron, which appeared to be filled with dark, murky water. Underneath it was a ring of wooden logs that it sat atop of. In all, both the straw bed and stone cauldron were unusual things to find in an old barn. But it was not those two items that Moon Harvest was focused on. Standing directly in front of him was what could only be described as a stunningly, attractive Pegasus mare. Her fur was crimson colored, while her mane and tail were both scarlet colored, and both had a black stripe running through them. Jutting out from her back was a pair of feathery, bird-like wings, which were both black. Her eyes were a deep red color. The mare wore a maroon colored gown, which had a gray collar. Wrapped around her waist was a black belt. The metallic buckled on the belt ha been forged into the image of a pentagram enclosed within a circle. A smaller medallion that was completely identical to the belt buckle hung a metal chain from around her neck. Upon seeing the mare, Moon Harvest instinctively kneeled onto the ground in front of her.
“My Goddess, Crimson Sky” he said, submissively. “I am here as you commanded.”
“As I can see well,” exclaimed the Mare, smiling. She then walked slowly forward, until she stood directly above the still kneeling Moon Harvest.
“Arise, my loyal avatar,” she urged, motioning for the stallion to stand up. “Arise, and look into my face.”
Moon Harvest immediately complied, and stood up from his kneeling position. After he had done so, he looked directly into Crimson Sky’s eyes, and instantly knew something that excited him to no end.
Crimson Sky seemed to have been able to sense his new found excitement. “Ah,” she exclaimed with amusement, “you seem to already know about what I plan to do with you.” She chuckled. “No matter. As soon as you have answered a few questions, we‘ll have some fun.” She reached over with her right hand, and began to gently stroke Moon Harvest’s chin. “Now, tell me; Did you find out where our dear friend, Lancer, has gone off to?”
“Yes, my goddess,” replied Moon Harvest, who was enjoying ever moment of having his chin caressed by Crimson Sky, “he‘s in Ponyville.”
“Ah, just as I predicted.” The crimson colored Pegasus smiled victoriously. “I knew that he would return to his hometown, sooner or later. The question now is why.”
“I don‘t know, my Goddess,” admitted Moon Harvest, as he started to feel a craving inside of him, “but I think I may now why.”
“Well, no matter,” exclaimed Crimson Sky, dismissively, “I’m sure that you will discover the reason sure enough.”
She retracted her hand away from Moon Harvest, and then leaned forward, and whispered in his ear. “But for now, my loyal avatar, it is time for you to be my loyal consort for the next hour or so that I can be in this realm, before I must leave.” Grinning, she stood directly in front of him, and closed her eyes. She then raised her right hand in the air. In instant, Moon Harvest felt a surge of energy that was gone as soon as it came. He then realized that neither he nor Crimson Sky were wearing any clothes. He immediately knew what to do… Reaching forward, he wrapped his arms around the peg’s waist, and led her to the bed of straw. As soon as they laid down together on it, the torches went out, and it became dark again.
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Post by Battlefield on Jun 30, 2009 8:39:27 GMT -5
Chapter Seven Lancer couldn’t help, but feel uncertainty as he parked his car in front of the white, two story Victorian style house that stood at the end of the row of houses that lined the street in a quaint, quiet residential neighborhood. As he shut off the ignition of the car, he sat there, and stared at the house that had been more of a home to him than the one that he had been born into. For as long as Lancer could remember, his parents, the Simmons, were never there for him. Starting with when he was barely a toddler, they had made it quite clear to everyone that they had had no intention of having a child, let alone raising one. As result, from almost the time that Lancer was born to when he went to college, Lancer was hardly ever raised by his parents, and was instead raised by the maids and servants of the Simmons household, who-in mutual horror at their employers blatant disregard of their own child-banded together to care and raise him in whatever way they could. The cook and his assistants would make sure that he was well fed, the various maids would each take turns giving him a bath and tucking him in at night, and so on and so forth. These individuals also made sure that Lancer got a proper education, and were the one’s who enrolled him into the local public school system of Ponyville, which was the town that was closet to the Simmons estate. They were also the one’s who said goodbye to him, when he went off to four years of college. Thanks to them, Lancer had lived a semi-normal life. But it was during his school days that Lancer would meet another group of individuals, who would become his closest friends, and the one individual who would be the closet he would have to a real mother. Lancer’s thoughts about the past, were interrupted, when he suddenly decided that it was time to stop being nervous. There were individuals out there, who loved him, and it was wrong for him to keep avoiding them. It was especially wrong for him to avoid her… Taking a deep breath, Lancer stepped out his car, closing the driver side door behind him. He then stood there, took one look at the house, and then walked around his car, and onto the cement pathway that led up towards the house. He walked up the wooden steps that led up to the covered porch, and stood in front of the door. After waiting hesitantly for a minute or so, he reached over, and push the button that rang the door bell. From behind the door, he could hear the door bell’s distinctive sound as it rung through the house.
Ding-Dong!
Almost immediately, the front door swung open, and Lancer suddenly found himself standing face-to-face with Flora Haywood. She was an older earthling mare, with rose colored fur, a saffron colored mane and tail, and blue eyes. She was wearing a pair of black trouser pants, and a light red, long-sleeved blouse. The mare stood there in the in the middle of the doorway, with a look of disbelief, as she laid her eyes on the younger blue and red stallion, who now stood before her.
Smiling, Lancer said, “Hi, Miss Haywood. It‘s nice to see you again.”
Finally snapping out her trance, Flora looked at Lancer, and in an instant, had wrapped her arms around his waist. Tears began to appear in her eyes, as she began to cry softly. But they were not tears of sadness, but were actually tears of joy. Instinctively, Lancer wrapped his arms around Flora, as soon as she had started crying. With his left arm still wrapped around her, he took his right hand, and began to run his fingers through her hair. While he did that, he looked down at her, and smiled. He then said softly, “Well, aren‘t you going to invite me in?” Realizing that she and Lancer were still out on the porch, Flora, with her right arm still latched around his waist, led him into the house, while reaching over with her left arm, and closing the font door behind them.
“Why don‘t you go find a seat in the living room,” she suggested, once they were inside, “and I‘ll get us both something to drink.”
She then went into the kitchen, while Lancer went into the living room. With much relief, he sat down on the couch that was propped up against the wall on the right side of the room. After sitting down, he settled himself into the couch, and waited patiently for Flora.
“What would you like to drink?” she exclaimed from the kitchen.
“Oh, I don‘t know,” exclaimed Lancer in reply. “I wouldn‘t mind some lemonade, if you have it.”
“Lemonade coming up.”
A minute later, Flora walked out the kitchen, carrying two glasses in her hands. One was filled with lemonade, while the other appeared to be filled with a dark, red liquid, and which was probably wine.
Hmm, thought Lancer, it looks like Flora never lost her taste for wine.
He sat there, smiling, as the older mare came over, and placed the try of drinks on a wooden coffee table that sat in the middle of the living room. She then picked up the glass of lemonade, and offered it to Lancer, who took it graciously. “Thank you.” He then took a sip.
Flora nodded her head, smiled, and then also took a sip from her drink. “So,” she asked, as she placed the drink back onto the coffee table,”what have you been doing all these years?”
Lancer, who had fully expected that she would ask this question, replied, “Well, for about the first year or so after I left, I did some traveling.”
“Traveling?” a now interested Flora, repeated. “Where did you travel to?”
“Oh,” replied Lancer, casually, “just around the world and back. You know, to see what could be seen, and meet those who could be met. I‘d tell you all about right now, but we‘d be here all day and all night.”
Flora laughed at this “Well, it must have been exciting.”
Lancer shrugged his shoulders. “Oh, it had it‘s moments.”
Ya, he thought to himself cynically, like the time a speeding train ran over me.
“So,” said Flora, “what did you do after you were done traveling?”
“Oh, nothing much. I’ve just been spending the last four years working as a personal bodyguard.
“A bodyguard?” A look of surprise and intrigue came over Flora’s face. “Who for?”
Smiling, Lancer explained, “Oh, for a middle aged mare named Confetti who has a lot of enemies.” He grinned. “She also has a very large fortune with which she pays me handsomely to protect her from said enemies.” He gulped down some orange juice.
Needless to say, Flora was impressed by this revelation. “A body guard, huh?” After taking a sip of wine, she remarked, “I bet it‘s an exciting job.”
Like he had done before, Lancer shrugged. “Well, like my traveling, it‘s has it‘s moments.” He then proceeded to finish off his lemonade. When the glass was finally empty, Lancer asked, “So, how have you been doing for the last five years?”
“I won‘t lie to you, Lancer,” replied Flora, honestly. “It‘s been difficult. What with trying to single-handily raise a teenage daughter, while also trying to pay off about a hundred bills. Fortunately, business has been good at the parlor, so I can‘t really complain.”
‘Yes, you can,’ thought Lancer. ‘You have every right to complain. You’ve had to raise Starlight all alone, without a husband, and run a beauty parlor at the same time. On top of that, you practically raised me for ten years alongside Starlight. For so long you’ve had to work hard to take care of so many thing and do so many things, and now that I’m out and doing things on my own, you have less things to worry about, so you should start complaining when things get difficult.’
“So what‘s brings you home?” asked Flora, breaking Lancer’s train of thought.
“Well that‘s the thing,” replied the younger stallion. “Believe it or not, my employer decided that she was tired of living a mobile lifestyle, and wanted to settle down somewhere.” He grinned. “By an amazing chance, she picked Ponyville as the place where she wanted to live for the rest of her life. So, in a way, my job made me come home.”
“Really?” Flora was clearly amused by this. “What are the chances of that happening.”
“The hell if I know,” replied Lancer, shrugging his shoulders. He then thought, If you only knew the half of it, Flora.
For the next hour or two, Lancer and Flora’s had livid conversation, which included the elder mare telling the younger stallion about every piece of gossip she had heard from her customers about the secret activities and foibles of the townspeople. But, after those two hours were up, Lancer, seeing that the afternoon was gradually turning into the evening, suddenly said. “Well, it‘s been nice meeting with you Flora, but I’ve got get going.”
“Why?” Flora had been enjoying talking with Lancer after so many years, and didn’t want him to leave.
Lancer stood up. “Well, I have to find a hotel to stay in for a while, until I can find a place of my own.”
“Nonsense,” exclaimed Flora, also standing up. “You can just stay in the guest room here, until you find your own place, and even if you don’t.”
Lancer was about to disagree with Flora, when he decided not to. He had learned long ago that arguing with the elder mare who had been a mother to him was not a good idea. Once she made her mind about something, there would be now way in hell to persuade her otherwise. Course, he did have a good reason for not waning to stay in the same with Flora and…
“Okay, Flora, if you insist. I‘ll stay here.”
“I wouldn’t have any other way, dear Lancer,” smiled Flora. “Well, I‘m sure you know where the guest room is, so I don‘t need to show to you.”
“Yes, I remember where it is,” confirmed Lancer. “I‘ll get my thing out the car.” He then picked up his coat from off a nearby rack, and put in. He was about to open the door and step outside, when he stopped. “By the way, what‘s for dinner?”
“Oh, we‘re going to have pizza and-Oh, I almost forgot. Starlight and your other friends should be home soon.” She smiled once more. “I‘m sure they‘ll be glad to see you…”
But before Flora could finish her sentence, Lancer had already bolted out the door, and was making a direct bee-line for his car, when something made him stopped dead in his tracks…. Grouped around his car were all of his old friends. The same friends he had left behind over years before, and who he had intentionally avoided earlier that day. There were all looking straight at him…
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Post by Battlefield on Jun 30, 2009 8:41:09 GMT -5
Chapter Eight Lancer stood there as he suddenly found himself in the one situation that he had been trying to avoid, ever since he first came into town. While running from Flora’s house directly to his car, he came to a complete stop, as he found, much to his surprise, that all his old friends were now gathered around his car, and were now all staring at him. The expressions on their faces were varied, but they each essentially said the same thing: “Oh my gods, it really is you, Lancer!”
Lancer, in return, simply stared at his friends with a blank expression on his face. He knew that he couldn’t just stand there forever, but he also truly didn’t know what to do at the moment. Well, at first, he didn’t know what to do. It quickly came to him that he needed to at least hello to his friends, before they killed him for leaving them all those years ago….
“Uh,” he said weakly, “hi guys.”
For a minute, his friend remained silent in responding to Lancer’s improvised greeting. Then Starlight, who had been sitting on the hood of the car, slid off it, and walked over, until she was standing right in front of her Lancer. There was a scowl on her face as she did so. “So,” she said, nearly growling, “you came back.” Before Lancer cold respond, the young mare balled her left had into a fist, and , with all her strength, punched him in the face, hitting with so much force that he was knocked to the ground.
“What the hell was that for?” demanded Lancer, as he picked himself off the ground. Upon touching the tip of his muzzle, he found that it was sore.
“That,” retorted Starlight, “is for leaving, without saying goodbye.” The expression her face softened, as did her voice. “And this is for coming back.” Once again, before Lancer knew what was happening, she pulled him closer to her, and kissed him directly on the lips. They then parted.
Lancer was understandably confused about why Starlight has punched him and then had kissed him. Did this mean that she both loved and hated him? His question was soon answered when his friends began to walk over and crowd around him. There were smiles on all of their faces.
“We’ll look who it is,” said Teddy. “It‘s our old friend Lancer.”
“Glad you came back, Lancer,” said Ace. “It‘s been a while.”
“Where have you been?” asked Sweetheart.
“Maybe he flew all the way to the Moon and back,” suggested Clover, jokingly. “Better yet; maybe he flew to Mars.”
“Or maybe he went all the way to China,” added Melody. “I wouldn‘t be surprised if went around the world several times what with how long he was gone.”
“No, no,” exclaimed Bon-Bon. “It obvious that dear Lancer here simply disappeared into thin air when he left. He‘s now reappeared before our very eyes!”
“Disappeared to where?” asked Brighteyes.
Bon-Bon shrugged. “Who knows? We all certainly don’t.”
Lancer smiled and shook his head. He knew perfectly well that he deserved all the jokes his friends were making at his expense. He had left without telling anyone, and had been gone for a long time.
“It doesn‘t matter where he‘s been,” said Patches. “The important thing is that he‘s back.” She hugged the stallion in question. “Welcome home, Lancer.”
“It‘s good to be home,” replied Lancer, hugging Patches in return. They separated, and he asked, “Uh, aren’t you all mad at me for leaving?”
“Why do you think I punched you,” asked Starlight, grinning. Lancer couldn’t help, but laugh at this. He then noticed that Flora was now standing on the front porch, smiling, as she watched his friends gather around him.
“You,” he said, pointing at her, and chuckling. He was more amused than angry. “You knew they were coming, didn‘t you?”
He sounded more amused than angry. “You wanted me to stay, because you knew they were coming here, didn‘t you?”
Flora smiled. “Guilty,” she chuckled. “Starlight called and told me about how she could have sworn she saw you talking to Sun Cloud down at the ice cream parlor, and then later drive off like a bat out of hell. So I called Sun Cloud, and she told me she had indeed talked with a young stallion named Lancer today. It was then only a matter of calling you up on your cell phone-providing you had the same number, which you did-and then lured you over here, until the kids showed up for dinner.” She grinned. “Needless to say, it worked.”
“Yes, it did,” Lancer chuckled. “You caught me.”
“And now that we have,” said a now grinning Starlight as she placed her hands on Lancer’s shoulders, “we‘re not letting you go.”
Lancer grinned as he mentally kicked himself for ever thinking that his friends would not be happy to see him after so many years. “Well,” he said, smiling, “I‘m back.”
“Well now that you are,” said Flora, “why don‘t you all come inside and we‘ll order some food.” She walked back into the house, smiling, while the group of young ponies followed her. They were bombarding Lancer with questions about where he had been, what he had been doing, and so forth. He himself was smiling as he knew he was truly home again.
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Post by Battlefield on Jun 30, 2009 8:44:59 GMT -5
Chapter Nine Moon Harvest couldn’t help but smile as he drove away from the farm and headed back. The last hour or so had been nothing short of total bliss for him. Together, like many times before, he and his patron goddess had made love together. For him, it was always a reward for his loyal service. For her, it was a way to assure his loyalty to her. For the both of them together, it was a source of continual enjoyment. Unfortunately, like every other time they made love, it was brutally cut short by the fact that Crimson Sky had used up all her energy and had to return to the Celestial Realm.
Oh, well; there will be other times.
Right now, thought, Moon Harvest needed to find somewhere to stay while he was in town. Fortunately, he had already planned for that. Sitting in his right-side pants pocket was a special brown, leather wallet that his Patron Goddess had given to him, when he first became her avatar. What was so special about it was that it was enchanted with magic that gave it the ability to be always filled with money, money that Moon Harvest could use to pay for food, lodging, transportation, and such. Not surprisingly, the wallet had so far proven to be a very useful thing for the Avatar of Darkness to have, and now it would be useful once again.
Once he arrived at the northern edge of town, Moon Harvest immediately turned right and headed towards the north-western corner of Ponyville and into an expanse of factories and other heavy industries. There, he knew from prior instructions that his Patron Goddess had given to him, would be his temporary home for while he was in town.
In past times, Ponyville, compared to much larger cities, had become a much respected center of industry, with the many factories and such being located in the north-western corner of the town. At it’s height, everything from concrete to automobiles were manufactured there. It can be said, though, that the greatest example of Ponyville’s industrial capabilities was during the Second Great War between the Republic of Equivona and the Empire of Ralkiekia. Through night and day, the town’s factories worked around the clock for almost four years to churn out equipment, weapons, and vehicle for used by the armed forces to achieve victory. Needless to say, thanks in no small part to Ponyville and its industry, Equivona won the war. When the war was over, though, the number of industries, if not all, began to decrease significantly as they moved to other others cities, whose industrial capabilities had finally managed to catch up to those of Ponyville during the preceding conflict. Little by little, the number of factories and such in the north-western industrial district began to shrink, until only a handful remained in the present day.
It was this cluster if industry that Moon Harvest drove through as he looked for the address and the structure that sat there that his Patron Goddess had given him directions to. This was easy for him to do, since his skills of self-navigation were second to none.
He finally found the address he wanted, 44 Tin Plate Road, and the structure that sat on it, which as, in fact, what appeared to be an aging, three-story, rectangular-shaped brick building that looked like it had once been a factory of some sort. A rail line ran between it and the street. A small, paved access road branched off the street, crossed the railroad tracks, ran alongside the building, and then turned right, disappearing behind it. Moon Harvest took the car out of park, turned onto the small access road, and drove down it. He found that there was an empty lot behind the brick building that sat between it and a barge canal that hardly ever used anymore. Although, at the moment, a tug boat pulling a barge filled with scrap metal was sailing down it. Moon Harvest brought the car to a stop, promptly shut off the engine, and climbed out of the car, closing the driver-side door as he did so. He then took a quick glance at the building, before walking towards it. As he came closer, he saw that there was an old, rusted fire escape that ran up the side of the building that was facing towards the lot. He also saw that it led up towards a single, metal door. His curiosity peeked, Moon Harvest climbed up the stairs to the door. It was unlocked, so he just opened the door, and slowly walked in.
It was pitch black inside, making it impossible for Moon Harvest to see where he was going. Instinctively, he reached out to both the left and the right with his arms, and ran both of his hands along the walls of the room to feel for a light switch that was hopefully there. There was, so he clicked it on. Then light then revealed the room’s complete interior to him. He was standing what was apparently the living room of the apartment. It was rectangular in shape. Both a couch and full entertainment system sat in the far left corner. An oak dinner table with six matching chairs sat in the middle of the room. The floor was covered by light blue carpeting. The entire opposite side of the wall appeared to be covered by a giant, red curtain. Intrigued by this, Moon Harvest walked over, found the chord, and began to pull. The curtain spread apart, and revealed that the entire wall was of the room was taken up by a giant viewing window. While it only gave it a view of the barge canal, the eastern half of the industrial park, and a distance view of the town, Moon Harvest wasn’t picky. As long as he wasn’t boxed in a windowless room for only the Gods knew how long, he was satisfied. After a few seconds, he turned away from the window, and saw that there were two doors and an open entranceway set within the right-side wall of the room. The small entranceway on the far side of the wall led into a small kitchen. In the middle was a red door that was closed. On the near side was a green door that was also closed. Moon Harvest walked through the opened the red door first, and discovered a staircase that led down to the lower floors of the building. He then opened the green door, and found it led to a well-furnished bedroom.
Having seen everything there was on the top floor; Moon Harvest headed down the stairs to explore the lower floors, and was quite impressed by what he found. When he came back up to the top floor, there was a huge smile on his face as he thought about how really lucky he was to be Crimson Sky’s avatar.
After all, it had its perks.
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Post by sunstar on Jun 30, 2009 20:02:14 GMT -5
More, soon?
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Post by Battlefield on Jun 30, 2009 22:23:21 GMT -5
Yep.
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Post by ladymoondancer on Jul 4, 2009 16:11:21 GMT -5
Great update! So now we've met Crimson Sky's lackey, hmmm! I loved the scene where Lancer finally reunited with his old friends (especially Starlight's reaction--that was priceless. )
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