2. Literature

Satra barely managed to stay awake for five minutes in the Kirinaria Mercenary Camp. She fell asleep as soon as the kirin walked out to check what the others were excited about. When she started to awaken, she could hear the trotting of some hooves and the wheels of a wagon over the humps of a road. What woke her up however, were some droplets of water that splashed on her face. “Oh gee, I’m sorry, if only the road weren’t so bumpy…” She heard the voice of a mare. Satr...

Valance "Oak" Oakland - The Silent Grifix "Silence can speak louder than any words could've dared spoken."   Valance is a quiet Grifix. Strong, large, and a very good warrior. He's among the best, having proved his worth by saving Grifix from a sudden fire in their village. No one knows what Oak actually sounds like as he'...

The new born life form was led into the castle dungeon. The moans of pain of the starving creatures there meant nothing to it, for it never felt pain before.  She was thrown in a cage and the door shut behind her. She stumbled across the floor.  “Augh!” She cried. Why did she cry? What was that sensation that her body responded to? Was that the reason all the beings in those cages cried for? She was hungry. All that she ate di...

The Clone stood with its legs in the puddle caused by the overflowing Mirror Pool, the light of the full moon reflecting into the water. A drop of water could be heard repeatedly dripping from the ceiling, as a result of the rain that poured down continuously in the past few days. But the Clone could not know of that - it only took birth minutes ago.  It looked down at it’s reflection in the water, but red swirls of blood deformed it’s face. The bodies of the d...

It had been months since the sun was seen through the clouds, and the pegasy blamed the raging winds for not clearing the sky. No crops could grow without sunlight, and the unicorns were afraid - were they all going to die? The uneasiness of the pony kind started to make them turn their backs on God, the one they called Akasha. It all almost felt like the the last pages of the Sacred Book, describing the days before the Apocalypse. If the end was near, they expected their God to save t...

Satra opened her eyes at the screams of the stallion.“AAAGHH THE GHOSTS!! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!!!” She caught a glimpse of the outside: strange figures rose from the swamp, with big, bug-like eyes and sharp horns. The stallion was still tied up to the wagon, and in his panic to set himself free, he knocked it over, pushing it into the swamp. Satra jumped, trying not to touch the water that started to flow in. She climbed on top of the wagon, ...

For weeks, the wagon carried on like that across Equestria. They always made sure to provide food and water for Satra, which made her quite angry at the beginning. She refused to eat for a few days, until she eventually gave in. She hated those ponies, but she told herself that she had to stay healthy or she wouldn’t be able to properly run away.   One night, the wagon exchange went somehow differently.  “Be careful when you sleep, she ...

Satra woke up in the wagon dragging along a dirt road. At first she was surprised not to be in her bed, but then she recalled the events of yesterday. That stallion came and adopted her, got her in the back of his wagon and left the Crystal Empire. She eventually fell asleep. Now she could hear him talking into some sort of communication device. She knew not what that was, they didn’t have such things in the Crystal Empire.  - An...

Satra grew up in the Crystal Orphanage, amongst many other fillies like her. Unlike them, she preferred to play all by herself, read books and such. But she was no nerd, she desired not the company of others, she just enjoyed far too much by herself. Some tried to bully her, only to regret it later. So now they all just kind of avoided her, only occasionally calling her a freak. The caretakers tried to care for her like for the other children, but she could sense th...

When did he end up like that? He couldn’t remember how to live in another way. How did he even live before? He volunteered to become a castle guard because he was rather lazy, and didn’t want to spend all his days running around chasing prey and fighting.  He was assigned to guard the basement of the castle. Hilarious, isn’t it? Nobody goes there, ever. Why would anybody guard it? Well, not that he minded it,...

“Sandstream, darling, please, don’t leave!” Prism Oasis heard, coming from the tent further away. It was the tent that Oasis Sand, her fiancé, lived in. His mother was a bit weird, she always called him “Sandstream” and tried to dress him like a girl.  Oasis Sand came running out of his family’s tent, and ran towards Prism. “What’s wrong with your mother, why did she call you that?” Asked Prism. “Hmph, Sandstea...

Yet another day had arrived, and the sun shone bright through the window. Silver Wing covered her eyes annoyed with her paws. “Too bright!! Ugh… My eyes hurt… Why must it shine right on my face…” “Cause otherwise you’d never wake up!” Creaked Carlos, her sphirix, taking the shape of a parrot, perhaps to show that he was impersonating her father, and not actually meaning it. She knew that all too well, he loved sleeping as much as she did, after all they were one ...

Long ago there were a group of Grifix who's gems were mutated at birth. Causing them to have two Sphirix at once. Over time this power overflow cause these Grifix to turn violent, absurd, threatening, and disillusioned. These Grifix couldn't handle themselves and their anger lashed out, murdering others. They were banished from the village and never seen again.   The Legend? It is said that many moons and suns ago there were three, five, seve...

"You don't think it's dangerous, right?" Asked Tavian while looking at a broken quill pen. Something he's never seem before nor ever heard of. He just looked at it while Pnévma stood by his side; wondering what it could've been.   "I don't know but I wouldn't take much of a chance. Let's go back to the village." She replied and turned, jogging back to the village where it was safe. Tavian just rolled his eyes and picked up the pen. Taking it back ...

The thoughts of the pony I killed run through my head. Beckoning and calling, filling me with this dread. Laying in my bed, tossing and turning. Until I sit up and look out the window to a world still mourning.   As the day goes on and everyone has their fun. ...