The Poem
Chapter 1: Prologue - Hating poetry
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Prologue
Hating poetry
Twilight blinked once. She couldn't believe what was seeing. The Star Swirl the Bearded wing was a library of spells. How could be that possible?
“¿Poetry?” The purple unicorn sighed. “I hate poetry. And why is it even here? It doesn't belong to this place!”
Three months had passed since the problem with the “Twilight from the future”, and certainly there had been a lot of trouble after that, like the wedding of her brother or that time Pinkie Pie decided to become a sea pony after reading about them in the Ponyville Library. But now, finally, Twilight had found time to travel and explore the new Canterlot’s Castle area that she had just discovered without fearing any unexpectable catastrophe.
And one thing was sure: Star Swirl the Bearded was a bucking genius (and, in Twilight's opinion, his faithful student Clover the Clever too). Not only time, but weather, nature and existence itself were controlled by the incredibly powerful spells that the bearded unicorn had written in his long life.
The amniomorphic spell was a thing, sure, but those scrolls… those information… Twilight was simply amazed. An entire wing full of high-level spells, and she was allowed to enter there any time she wanted. Sure, living in the castle all those years without even knowing the existence of that library had been a shame.
But only after a few hours (or maybe a lot. Who knows, the scrolls were incredibly interesting) of reading in peace she had discovered a strange scroll partially hided in one of the shelves. And when she opened it…
Poetry. There was no doubt: no spells or useful notes, only poetry. But Star Swirl hated poetry – everypony knew that. In fact, Twilight hated poetry because she knew that her bearded idol did it. And Clover the Clever too, of course. Nopony else had written anything of that wing (the name was “Star Swirl the Bearded wing” for one reason), so…
“It must be an error” said Twilight. “Perhaps a clueless student had forgotten this on here?" she looked closely to the parchment without reading it. "Oh, the scroll can’t have more than five years, judging by its aspect… meh, that’s not interesting. Back to the good scrolls!”
With a huge smile, the unicorn laid aside the poetic scroll and opened another more promising…
And suddenly, she stopped.
“Wait a minute”. Twilight looked again the strange scroll. “I think I’ve seen something like this before…”
Carefully, the purple pony opened again the poetic scroll. Frowning, she paid special attention to the letters and, even though she hated poetry, started to read.
The last of our kind,
destined to rule them all,
to make the Moon arise,
to make the Sun return.
Two wings, four hooves, one horn,
a life without the pain
of aging, getting old…
Alone without ourselves.
We are the alicorns,
those who’ll never be dead.
The mighty, immortal gods,
the mind, the soul, the strength
of this beautiful world,
of this mysterious place.
Equestria is our home,
and so, we love and care
each little living being
who still must be protected.
We are the master race,
but we’re not kings nor queens.
‘Cause even though our fate,
we only want to live.
We don’t want them to obey,
we don’t want them to knee.
The only thing we want
is make them smile with glee.
We know we can’t be friends,
so we can only dream.
‘Cause they will die one day
and we’ll be there and see it.
They raise their hoof for us,
a thing we don’t deserve.
But we don’t say a word,
we smile, and nod, and fake.
Ten thousand years had passed,
ten thousand still will be.
We cannot change the past,
we only can forgive.
The thing they’ve done to us,
the thing we did to them…
The one and only hope
is make ourselves forget.
But there’s a thing out there,
that one day we’ll destroy.
The one who has the secret,
the powerful…
Twilight blinked again.
A poem about the alicorns, wrote by the point of view of an alicorn. Strange. But there was something weirder…
‘Kings nor queens’. ‘Gods’… The poem was written like… like if it were more alicorns that the Princesses. Male alicorns. But that was not possible, right? There were only they...
The unicorn sighed. Everypony knew the Princesses were mysterious, and that poem had brought back some questions.
How old were the Princesses? Had they any father, or mother? Were they really immortal? Nopony had questioned that to the Princesses, because… well, because they were the Princesses, and there is some etiquette that must be respected in Her presence.
“And all that other stuff… A secret? Something that had to be forgiven? And forgotten? I don’t understand anything. Besides, is not even finished…”
And then, the unicorn blinked again.
There was something more. Something important.
The writing… the mouthwriting seemed very clean. It was magicwriting, perharps? And…
“It’s the writing of Princess Celestia. The words are very similar… no, they’re exactly equal.”
The Princess Celestia herself had written that scroll. A poem talking about the alicorns –her own race.
“So, it’s serious?” asked the unicorn. As she was alone, nopony answered. “Really? This thing is… is real? There are a secret, male alicorns and…?”
And something bad in the past, something that must be forgiven and forgotten.
Twilight closed her eyes. That feeling… shivers down her spine. “It feels like something serious is about to happen”. Maybe it was her ‘Twilight Sense’?. Nah. It was sort of a joke, of course –she was not Pinkie Pie –but… the shivers persisted.
“I think this is more important than I thought…”
And, another thing. That last line… the one that was not finished…
“'The powerful something'… Something that rhymes with ‘destroy’, maybe? What can possibly…?”
And then, she opened her eyes.
“Buck. No, not him again”.
There was only one name she knew that rhymed with ‘destroy’. And, ironically, it was the name of the one who nearly destroyed everything she knew.
“Discord”.
Author's note: Well, thank you if you have read the full prologue. If you have not, then... hey, how are you reading this? You have cheated or something?
Well, that doesn't matter. This isn't my first fanfic... but it sure is my first English fanfic. I'm from Spain (as you could say from my username, if you knew it before reading it now) and my English is not so bad... but sometimes, I make mistakes. Hell, I'm human too (well, sort of... huh... let's not speak about this), and this isn't my "mother tongue". So, this chapter is a little short for me. I usually make things with 3,000 words or more. But since I'm having troubles with the language, then... well. I'll be careful. I can't use here the Cervantes's tongue. If you had found any mistake (and I'm sure you have), then I'll be really grateful if you say it. You know, so I can learn anything and do it better.
And, hey, if you also like the story (something crazy, huh?) you can say it too. And if you don't like it, then please, say why. A sincere review is something priceless.
Así pues, hasta la próxima. Y espero sinceramente que esto os haya gustado... o que al menos no os haya aburrido demasiado. Y si odiáis la poesía, ¡eh, sois como Star Swirl! ¡Felicidades!