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A Chronicle of Choices

by Gylden Glor

Chapter 43: Old Arrivals

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Metall Kant looked at the small group of Elders, the lack of certain ponies very distinct.

"Is this all that is left?"

The silky black unicorn in front spoke first.

"We lost almost everypony. The five of us are lucky to have made it out alive."

Metall Kant staggered backwards, not wanting to believe his ears.

"Thiss was truly a fool's errand...who has survived?"

"I, Crimson Daggry, Brenning Kuring, Jett Stjerne, and Jord Rullator."

Metall Kant nodded, mourning the fifteen Elders theyvhad lost in the ancient crypts.

"I trust that you buried them?"

Gammel Hjerte nodded, his horn creating an odd aura.

"Of course. Unfortunately, I had to Blink while burying Sverd Danser. There were too many Skygger."

Metall Kant sighed. "How bad was the damage?"

The Elder of Time grunted.

"Bad. I'll tell all of you the full story later, at a Council Meeting. Now, where is Fugl Føniks? His instruction saved my life."

Metall Kant raised an eyebrow.

"He is not here. He is protecting the Elements of Harmony. All...seven."

The five arrivals simply nodded.

"We knew."

Metall Kant nodded in return, and walked over to the large disk in the center of the Hall.

"It appears as though Drøm Mester and Sølv Brann have pulled Fugl Fønks into the Realm of Dreams."

"Good. Let Discord struggle past them. For now, let us hold the Meeting, hm?"

Metall Kant shookbhis head.

"Deajer is still recovering. He cast a spell that wove between the Realm of Reality, and the Realm of Dreams."

"Then why did you send Fugl Føniks and the others?"

"Discord has not taken control of you. I know how powerful he truly is. Only Gylden Glør could ever hold him back. The most we can do is delay the inevitable."

He let the statement hang in the air, and walked back into his study, dismissing the five Elders behind him, wanting to do nothing more than drown his sorrows in reflection.

We lost good ponies today...ponies who haamve been with us from the beginning...

He sighed, looking down at the list of names.

I hope that the Elders of the New Age are willing to join us...


Note from the Author

Yo! Hi! Btw yes, I did say the New Age. Which means:

Moar OC's, please.

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