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Union Of The AlicornsUnion Of The Alicorns
As the Grand Galloping Gala, which had been as dull as ever, drew to a close, Princess Celestia approached her niece.
As Shining Armor had pointed out, Cadence had looked more beautiful than ever wearing her brand new dress that evening. She was sitting by a tree now talking with Shining Armor.
'But how are you going to find it?' Shining Armor was saying, 'It could be anywhere!'
'I don't know,' Cadence admitted, 'but I have to.'
'Cadence?' came Celestia's voice. Cadence turned her head.
'Yes, Auntie Tia?' Cadence replied.
'I'd like to speak with you for a moment,' Celestia told her. Cadence nodded before turning to Shining Armor.
'I'll be back soon,' Cadence said.
Once they were a little distance off, they stopped.
'Every so often,' Celestia began, 'there is a meeting known as the Union Of The Alicorns. You can guess from the name what it is. A large amount of alicorns meet up to share any news or things they have discovered. Very few alicorns will turn up to a lo
A Venomous Queen + A Poisoned Princess - ProloguePrologue
It was about an hour before dawn and the zebra, Zecora, stood by the entrance to her hut in the Everfree Forest, enjoying the pleasant breeze on her face and waiting for her little niece, Zig-Zag, to return. She had gone to look for some potion ingredients for her aunt and had said that she wouldn't go far. Zecora couldn't help but feel a little worried, especially as she had only recently acquired the foul.
She went back inside her hut and readjusted a recently added picture of herself and
Zig-Zag before getting back to work on a potion she was making. She did not notice the strange creatures landing outside her hut. She had just finished the potion she was working on and sealed the contents in a bottle when the door opened.
Zecora turned her head towards the door, expecting to see her niece. She gasped when she saw the creatures on her doorstep which surged into her hut before she had a chance to react. She stared around at the horrid buzzing creatures that had invaded her h
HomesickI am the river's son,
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
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