Последняя жертва / The Last Sacrifice: Chapter 1

The sun peeped out cautiously from behind clouds as if somewhere was a hidden monster that was about to swallow it. Celestia hugged her sister shivering with a cold. She dreamed — whether out loud or in a whisper — that someday everything will be different. They'll become Princesses, for real! There will be a castle, blankets and a lot of cookies!

psychoshy 16.02.18 в 14:27

Luna yawned and closed her eyes.

psychoshy 01.09.16 в 21:40

"Celestia?"

psychoshy 01.09.16 в 21:20

"Hmm?"

psychoshy 01.09.16 в 21:21

"We shall die in the end, shan't we?"

psychoshy 01.09.16 в 21:22

The older filly seemed to be taken aback by such a beginning. She expected something like "good morning" but received a pretty uncomfortable question. The yonger filly regarded her silence in her own way and frowned.

psychoshy 16.02.18 в 14:39

"I had a dream about mom."

psychoshy 01.09.16 в 21:22

Silence fell between them like a thick fog. Neither of them dared to break it.

psychoshy 01.09.16 в 21:57

"When we die, where shall we be?"

psychoshy 01.09.16 в 21:24

"We'll enter the celestial bodies. Ponies of day go to the Sun, ponies of night to the Moon," Celestia booped Luna, making her smile. To the moon, heh...

psychoshy 01.09.16 в 21:51

"And from above we'll watch other ponies living, yes?"

psychoshy 01.09.16 в 21:43

"Yes..."

psychoshy 01.09.16 в 21:24

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psychoshy 30.04.17 в 20:22

A colt was staring up into the night sky, mouth agape. He looked at the thousands of stars, at the black autumn clouds, at the horned crescent moon. Somewhere behind, as if in a past life, on the outskirts of the day there had been left all warnings, admonitions, apprehensions and screams of the parents.

psychoshy 17.02.18 в 22:41

His forehooves lay down comfortably on a fallen tree destroyed by an old explosion. The nasty stench of burning wood that hadn't been weathered and washed away by many hundreds of rains was like a punch in the face, but Blacksheep could endure it. The last time he had failed all so they managed to lock him in a shelter and hid from him what he thought was the event of the century! He imagined the last time. The rumbling explosions, the bursting of thousand pulsars, the dozens of Princess Celestia's guards showing their ability to fight another invaders — all had been there behind massive fortifications of the underground shelter.

psychoshy 17.02.18 в 22:43

Invaders had been raining down on Equestria in droves from time immemorial. Different, unlike each other, but certainly cruel and hungry for territories, life force, magic, little foals, lands... The reason why they came was always different, but the way of achieving it never changed. And when a judgment day was not far off, when the blackest hour set upon Equestria, he appeared.

psychoshy 17.02.18 в 00:47

The Savior.

psychoshy 01.09.16 в 21:24

They said each time he called himself a different name. They said he was big and walked on his hind legs because at his forelegs he had strange appendages, like a set of worms or tiny snakes; 'thingers', or something like that. Blacksheep didn't care. All the Saviors came with enviable regularity, wishing to feel the culture and 'magic of friendship' of this world only to sacrifice themselves in the end. Sometimes they were reborn, sometimes not...

psychoshy 17.02.18 в 23:20

The alien colossus came from behind a black thundercloud. Although, Black suggested that it was that cloud, just skillfully disguised. The bastard floated slowly and smoothly, pacing steadily along the free sky.

You see that, stars? The winners are coming! You hear that, moon? The engines of the conquerors are roaring!

psychoshy 16.02.18 в 02:14

Poor invaders never realized that the Savior would certainly find a way to deal with them. Some kind of miracle would happen all the time. The Princesses — Luna and Celestia, and maybe even Cadence or Twilight Sparkle — would stand as last guardians and defeat an enemy fleet. They could make it lower on the ground or slow it down or close the eyes of enemy pilots. Black wanted so badly to see this. Although Bluffer Tails said that the Princesses decided to sacrifice Ponyville and this time there was no way to save their town, Black knew he was just a cheap liar. And the cookies which his grandmother had baked last week would evaporate; that was a pity. And those two bits that he had hidden under a floor board, they too. He wanted to buy a plush toy of one powerful magician on them. So the question was, would two pieces of gold be able to burn in the inferno or not?

psychoshy 18.02.18 в 20:56

And there were rumors that Princess Luna became mad again. This happened with her from time to time, and she went off the rails, turning into her dark self, but she was always on the right side. This time, however... In the morning, at breakfast, Bluffer had told everyone that this time Luna was so crazy and wild that she brought herself to a full and final conclusion: to go against her sister's will. Like, her anger was so fierce and her grudge so terrible that she decided to become a servant to the invaders. Black had choked on a piece of bread when he heard this. And when Tails, that sniveling liar, had began to tell about how Luna was a petty mutt for the Chief Invader and even yapped when he ordered her to, Black couldn't help but pounce on him with his hooves. Tails had neither mind nor respect. Such a butthead! The colt rubbed his black eye. Then his father had gave him good kicking, the mother hissed as if being a snake, and even his sister was a rat and laughed at him! So he had ran away. Let they find him now! A sense of self-importance and purpose poured over his body like a warm wave, soothing his racing heart.

psychoshy 16.02.18 в 15:22

Black was afraid that at any moment his father could appear here, and then the alien colossus would seem an innocent toy in comparison with him.

psychoshy 18.02.18 в 21:33

In a single bright flash, night sky blossomed above his head — echoes of heat wave licked the colt's face, causing him to wince from surprise. Black closed his eyes, and in a split second he found himself lying face down in the dirt. Not paying attention to it, he stared at the sky colossus.

psychoshy 18.02.18 в 21:47

The smooth pace of the colossus flinched and slowed down, a confident gait replaced by caution. Hundreds of guns cracked, dozens of cannon thundered, beauriful traces of shell cut the sky.

psychoshy 18.02.18 в 21:48

A tiny figure was rushing from one small ship to another, leaving a slight trail behind. They flared up. They didn't slow down, nor did they disappear in a cloud of magic, nor did they lower on the ground — they exploded like festive fireworks.

psychoshy 18.02.18 в 21:57

Black almost screamed from the overwhelming delight when the silhouette hovered in place just for a moment. Bluffer could eat his words: that was Princess Luna! Princess Luna herself! The boy struggled to suppress the urge to shout her name out loud and to wave his forelegs...

psychoshy 18.02.18 в 22:08

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psychoshy 01.09.16 в 21:24

Worthless, pathetic, weak. When I look at all their miserable breed, their many-coloured coats, the infinitude of smiles and the manifestation of what they call kindness, I want to trample them. The desire to collect them all together under my hoof and crush them like a hoofful of worms burns inside me.

psychoshy 17.02.18 в 00:35

I look at them and sincerely wonder when came the moment that we lost our power. What did not we notice? The Savior — all looking at him, praying to him, giving him praise. Waiting for him, like a flock of crows for blood, to sacrifice himself once again. And I do not care what his name will be: John, Grigory, Ivan or Mbenga...

psychoshy 06.02.18 в 00:55

The Mirror standing in the Canterlot treasury always spawns them in the darkest hour, offering us salvation both quick and useless. After salvation comes another enemy that is angrier, scarier and more dangerous. They promise to destroy the whole world not in a month but in a day! It is like a well-established tradition that if somewhere an evil fiend dares to bare its teeth you should run quickly into the treasury; he will already be there. Naked, muscular, not very handsome, but nevertheless fine as "a friend" to the Princesses.

psychoshy 19.02.18 в 17:06

Celestia glared at me while her little protege — how long ago did this tiny tot get her wings? — crumbled slabs of marble floor under her hooves in anger. The purple upstart blushed like a poppy blossom when I mentioned that she obeyed the Savior only because she liked the way he spanked her flanks and perhaps had already known their depths. Celestia turned away in embarrassment. She knew this even better.

psychoshy 19.02.18 в 17:30

"We must obey the Savior," the winged rugrat said. He is right, he knows how to save us. He has brought with him the wisdom of other worlds and the yearn lying beyond the bounds of thousand galaxies and, for some reason, the undissipated love of a milliard unborn stars. In return he asks only our friendship and adoration. It is not a big deal, right? Moreover, how cannot you love such... such... such him.

psychoshy 19.02.18 в 17:49

At some moment my kind self succumbed to these entreaties, foul affection and fleeting words as she did not dare to spot rude mockery behind the veil. Behind all friendship there is only the dull gloom of the world where the Savior has came from. Behind love — the wicked lust, the touch of a cold wet hoof to the crotch. Behind wisdom — the viscous ooze of long-learned words. He does not need us; he needs realization of his fantasies to feel himself a power, salvation, something bigger than he is. Tell me, can a world throw away strong, intelligent, decent individuals? Or does it get rid of the worthless by casting them to us?

psychoshy 19.02.18 в 18:04

The mystery is, how do they manage to do what they came here for? And to go away, leaving our world in the same pristine danger as before.

psychoshy 19.02.18 в 18:36

My kind self fell when I awakened from sleep. Little modest Luna! She was drowned in a multitude of questions, in a plethora of doubts and strong arguments. Weak and passive, she is just unworthy not only to rule the body, but to rule at all.

psychoshy 19.02.18 в 18:37

My sister's pathetic mutt screamed at the top of her lungs, accusing me of everything that was on her mind. In treason, in dislike of my own sister, in desire to wipe out this world from the face of the earth. And... in some ways, she was probably right.

psychoshy 16.02.18 в 15:00

The coolness of night asks me. What do you want? They are ponies. They have forgotten the past, they played all their lives, living without knowing troubles and hiding in the sunlight from every problem. There is a Princess, they have said, there is salvation that is sure to come. Just find shelter, hide, put a helmet on your head and wait. A day or two, a week, a month — everything will pass on. It is simple: imagine that your beloved Equestria has just got sick and the medicine is on its way.

psychoshy 19.02.18 в 18:50

The myriad stars ask me. Do you remember, Luna, do you remember? Do you remember those days when Chrysalis came? And how you dug your teeth in her withers, aimed at her throat. And every pony, every little foal, thought about the same thing. They dreamed not to crawl under a stone, but to die for our land. Do you remember Celestia gnashing her teeth, all forgetting that she is the Solar Princess, setting Sombra aflame? Do you remember how the Diamond Dogs who had foolishly decided to make a raid trembled? And how they ran, tails between their legs, dropping their wounded comrades?

psychoshy 16.02.18 в 15:17

And I say, "I do. Oh yes, I do."

psychoshy 01.09.16 в 22:00

I must slow them down. Let them approach Ponyville at a snail's pace, let the Savior do everything? Screw you, dear sister. No one shall die! My sister, once a powerful and strong ruler, has turned into a limp rag. Why should there be no enemy blood? Because of love and tolerance?

psychoshy 19.02.18 в 19:12

The grey wind exhales, dispersing pitch-black clouds. I see a huge, bigger than anything, colossal ship able to cover whole Canterlot with its shadow. Barrels of cannons glisten in the midnight darkness, lights of illumination smiling a wicked grin, engine turbines radiating heat. A swarm of small jet fighters, like locusts, circle around the giant. Like flies over a piece of dung, I think. I want to smirk.

psychoshy 19.02.18 в 19:21

Why are you doing this? The wind asks me a question. Well, tell me, Night, why?
Come back, obey your sister, apologize to that little upstart and obey. Let it be as always, eh?

psychoshy 19.02.18 в 19:29

It will not be as always, my wanderer wind, it will not. For a moment I have a vision of myself coming back ashamed, my kind self back in, and I am off again into oblivion. With my head down, sniffing my nose, accepting their smiles and pity... pity!

psychoshy 19.02.18 в 19:34

No, my wanderer wind, it is now or never! Never ever!

psychoshy 30.04.17 в 20:00

Swarming fighters spot me and change their original course. Waiting, I suppose, for my support to come from behind clouds. As if Wonderbolt pegasi or some flyers will collapse on them like hundred problems.

psychoshy 19.02.18 в 19:43

They have got used to it, too. They know about past defeats of their predecessors. They know that they can shoot with impunity, that the worst thing we can do is to lower them on the meadow like a precious vase.

psychoshy 19.02.18 в 19:49

The first fighter blossoms in a beautiful explosion as I send a single magical pulsar in its direction. A lizard pilot manages to blink his surprised eyes before the death. I wonder, what is he has thought about? But honestly, I do not care.

psychoshy 19.02.18 в 19:52

As if having come to their senses, cannons spoke the words of thunder. Well, I am no stranger to them…

psychoshy 16.02.18 в 02:27

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psychoshy 01.09.16 в 21:25

Black was biting his lips as he watched the battle raging in the sky. A tiny neat figure, the grace of alicorns and the power of ancient ones, the might of all fears and regrets which melted together — she deftly avoided almost every shot. His ears grew deaf from the roar of cannons. Ponyville was burning; the wreckage of destroyed and damaged ships fell onto the town like a rain of fire. The first house blazed up, then the second, then the third. Would the two bits burn or not?

psychoshy 19.02.18 в 20:07