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Deer Me: Adwanee Sands

by The Psychopath

Chapter 1: A former dream

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A former dream

Stelimus stayed attached to his throne and wished he could melt into it. Copper Blossom was not an exception to this same problem, either. Much like the room Stelimus had etched in his memory after his birth, the throne room was a mixture of roman and gothic architectures with the pillars carved directly into the walls, leaving an immense and free space for the throne room. The thrones, made from carved permafrost mixed with some vanilla coloring, sat upon an immense, black podium complete with ten high steps. When he got the confidence to do something, he would order a shorter podium, but now was not the time to do that. Tall, frost covered windows were built into the highest points of the walls and practically touching the ceiling. Due to their height, it was extremely difficult to clean them, but they did give bring in a nice, large amount of light.

"We have been demanding that Stelimus either separate from the filthy pony-song or that he step down from his position as king of the reindeer!"

The podium was flanked by Stelimus' two most trusted guards: The tiny Radivus and gigantic Tenyom. Having proved themselves multiple times, the siblings became elite bodyguards of the royal family. While the vast majority of the deer weren't very happy about it, the siblings were content, and that's all that mattered to them. At least, Radivus seemed content. His sister always kept a bland, apathetic expression and tone of voice that always perplexed everyone as to her true thoughts. It was really a two-sided blade as it hid her true intentions from her enemies but confused her allies.

"And why do you want this? Has he not done his job as your king to ensure your well-being?"

Stelimus had grown quite enormous over time, with his antlers being of great size his antlers were covered, almost permanently, in sparkling frost. His features became rougher and more angled and his muscle mass remained acceptably developed due to the viciousness with which Stelimus and the generals trained him in every form of hoof-to-hoof combat and using frost and spirit essence. His eyes also changed and grew a sheen brighter than when he was younger. The blue of his eyes has become nearly white and, because of how bright they were, blinded most not used to seeing them in that manner. The blinding, however, was mostly psychological as they weren't stars emitting light.. For Copper Blossom, her changes were less noticeable. While she had still grown, she was still drastically shorter than Stelimus but at least a hoof's length taller than the average mare. Her fur became fluffier and her mane and tail started growing at faster speeds than should be normal. It had been a rather tumultuous few years for all of them.

"Because the pony-song are corrupting and dominating! The only reason SHE'S there is to integrate us into pony-song society and destroy our own selves so we become more like them! We're not ponies! We're reindeer!"

The source of the yelling and the rulers' discomfort was an angry mob held back by guards and Grimliss. The only reason Stelimus didn't worry about the guards turning on him was Grimliss. With his infamous link with the world of the dead, every action and thought was whispered into his nonexistent ears, allowing him to intercept any threat to his nephew and niece.

"You're still on about that?!" Grimliss bellowed. "It's been what, five years? Seven years? I don't remember how time works..." he mumbled. "At what point have the ponies invaded the tundra or even attempted to expand further?"

The group remained silent, but another reindeer spoke up. "The pony-song take their time. I have personally learned that they have started expanding east to the seas and are planning to expand further in the tundras."

Grimliss scoffed. "Oh please. You 'personally' learned?"

"Yes," the deer confirmed with a proud nod.

"Then what are YOU doing?" He turned to face his nephew. "Stelimus!"

"Y-yes!" The reindeer bounced up, terrified.

"Haven't you been having the city expand into the tundra?"

"Y-yes?"

"Why?"

"For increased living space and infrastructure."

"And for the pony...what was her name again..." Grimliss grumbled and rotated his hoof as he tried to remember the name. "Summer Plains!" he blurted out.

Stelimus frowned and Copper corrected the god-king. "Winter Fields."

"Right. That's what I said."

"No, you said--" a protesting deer tried to say.

"SHE was given an immense dome for her work in botany. Without her help, your diets would have never improved and you would never become as healthy as you are now!"

"We were just fine without the pony-song's dishes!"

"Yeah, I can see that by the mange growing on your coat!" Grimliss spat out. "NOW GET OUT BEFORE I DECIDE TO LET YOU INGRATES SEE WHAT THE SPIRITS LIVE!"

Grimliss' outburst saw the purple mist around him explode outwards like an uncontrollable inferno. The deer were terrified and all scampered away as fast as they could. Two of the guards did the same thing, presumably because they weren't used to such a display and, without Anglacite there, they couldn't feel 'protected'.

"Wooo!" Radivus shouted. "Now THAT was something!" He faced his sister with a wide smile. "What did you think, Tenyom?"

The doe grumbled in response.

"Great! Me too!"

The other guards became extremely confused and the king and queen sighed in relief.

"It's been, like, eight years!" Stelimus shouted. "Why aren't they used to this now? I've been doing everything I can to appease them!"

Grimliss patted a still sparking 'flame' off of his shoulder and looked at his nephew with an apathetic expression. "Did you forget that they've been with your dad for several millennia? It's not as easy as you think to get rid of a link that stretches all the way back to the first deer of the world."

"But--"

"And being kind isn't how you'll win them over." Grimliss scratched the top of his skull. "They're used to a harsh regime with advantages. They're a harsh and stubborn people, Stelimus."

"That doesn't excuse the period of time that it's taken them to adapt!" The stag slumped in his throne and slammed his hoof onto the arm rest. He even groaned loudly in annoyance. "I didn't think being a politician would be so hard."

"Stelimus, we aren't 'elected' officials, however that works," Copper explained. "We have absolute power, and they're afraid we'll abuse it and remove what makes them deer." The mare looked down and smiled nervously. "Their deeply ingrained hatred of ponies is mainly responsible."

"But why would they hate you? Only Anglacite ever gave them arguments that were never founded. These ones are always spouting this nonsense and never have anything to back them up. They're always complaining!"

"They might have been never founded," Grimliss interjected. "but his age was enough for anyone to believe him. The only reason why that vegetable pony thing of yours can remain here is because she actually has improved the health of those lenient enough to accept it."

Sounds of cracking and screaming stopped the discussion and all gazes went to three deer wearing black hoods and armor. They had been beaten up and crumpled up, quite literally, together. Their legs were twisted with each other and their armor had been completely bent just as their hoods were torn. A warhammer dropped on top of them and left there.

"I found these idiots trying to plant pouches of poisonous spores in your bedroom," Yolumay said as she tossed four white bags of cloth to Grimliss.

Yolumay hadn't changed much from before. Her personality had not changed either, but she had warmed up to Stelimus and the corruption that Effervescence forced upon her. She flexed her forelegs and stretched her legs a bit.

"Eight years later and I'm still as agile and strong as ever," she bragged. The doe looked around and hummed. "Another group of whiners?" Stelimus nodded. "You know that they're led by the nobles that were closely linked to our father, right?"

"Yup. I also know that because of our dear uncle disowning them, they're upset...which I'm still confused about," Stelimus tapped his antlers as he thought.

"Why?" Copper asked.

"Well, Grimliss only removed them from the 'central' association that Anglacite was part of, but they retained everything else."

"That's because they no longer have a say on the development of the country," Radivus spoke absentmindedly. "They're just spoiled, rich brats now." Tenyom grumbled in agreement and Radivus gasped in horror. "Sister! Such language."

Grimliss lifted a hoof and, after stuttering a few times, spoke to the small reindeer. "What?"

"You don't need to know," Radivus answered and looked away. He appeared insulted.

Grimliss facehoofed and shook his head. "Aside from your comic book slapstick guards, I might have a solution to lighten the tensions between the pony-so-" Grimliss cleared his throat. "Between the ponies and reindeer."

"Oh?" Stelimus leaned forward in his chair.

"I've invite the rulers of the ponies."

"Shining Armor?" Stelimus pondered. "Well, it's true that we haven't him in a while."

"It'll be nice to see how he's doing after all this time. I have so much to tell him!" Copper cheered.

"No. He's the ruler of the Crystal Kingdom. I meant the ACTUAL rulers of the entirety of pony kind."

Copper's eyes widened and started glittering. "You don't mean...?"

"Yes. Princess Celestia and Princess Luna: The diarchs of Equestria."

"WHAT?!" Stelimus and Yolumay both shouted in abject horror.

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