everyone! I’m almost ready to return to the guild for some super-happy-ultra-fantastical-adjective-joyous fun in Trickster! I have been thirsting to get back for some time now, and it’s about time that I return in full force!
But I still have some work to do. This week is stop week, meaning absolutely nothing in academia (although
it once meant that teachers could not give out homework). After that is Finals Week, which means I’ll just be at school for four hours a day instead of the usual twelve. So I might be able to sneak a bit of time actually doing something remotely productive on Trickster instead of AFK-ing as per usual.
Now to why I actually made this post: I was supposed
to rewrite “Between Innocence and Resolve” during my hiatus, but I forgot. Whoops I know I promised a rewrite, but college applications happened..
Ponies distracted me, and somehow gave me a positive outlook on live, changing me from the usually brooding, distant over-perfectionist into… a less angsty person. I got Memory Spell’d by Twilight Sparkle, okay?! Let’s not speak of this again. Long story short, after watching Ponies, I wanted to go back to the guild that helped me spark my new outlook on life (read: Bronydom) and hang around for as long as winter break permits.
And I somehow found myself writing a Ponies fanfic. This was somehow more important that rewriting BIoR and I blame this for not keeping up with my schedule.
Here, have a sample.
A deafening, ear-piercing explosion was the last thing I heard. A ball of fire engulfed my wings and sharp fragments of shrapnel shattered my goggles as I looked back. Smoke from the explosion filled my lungs, burning them. The hot air choked my throat and singed my lungs, rendering me unable to scream in pain. Spiraling out of control, I desperately tried to remain steady, but the explosion severely injured my left wing. A mixture of blood and sweat danced before my eyes, shrouded in a pall of smoke while my comrades fervently fended off their attackers in a twisted waltz for their lives, the enemies partaking in a delightful hunt of their unarmed prey.
Contrails of black smoke surrounded by bolts of lightning swirled by overhead, covering the skies. Large brown griffins with monstrous talons chased after my squadron.
A single griffin waited for me to crash into the forest below the skirmish. It circled in the air, waiting impatiently for the large tree branches to impale my weakened body. A bright, yellow claw had been emblazoned below its majestic, awesome wings. I saw the griffin reload her shoulder-mounted cannon with another missile. I was shot down by a single explosive bolt; a Wonderbolt could have avoided a storm of missiles without breaking a sweat. It spun victoriously in the air the moment the griffin and I fell into the sea of trees below.
I crashed into the forest. Several leafy tree limbs cushioned my fall, but I felt an unsettling crack reverberate through my body.
"...Negative." I heard over my ringing ear. It was my captain speaking, but his voice was faint. I could only hear the faint echoes. "Spitfire… sorry."
I blacked out.
Expect that to be done… By June. It’s only seven chapters, but I intend to put a massive effort into this one if I want to get a 6-Star on Equestria Daily.
But anyway, I’m just telling all of you that I’m going to be back in a week, hopefully.
Oh, and I’m going back to my DA Lion build when fate permits it. For true this time.
See ‘ya soon!