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16 Hours by Escapade

By grapenut
Created: 2022-07-18 22:51:50
Updated: 2022-07-18 23:02:34
Expiry: Never
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    16 Hours by Escapade
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    https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/29262537/#q29263245
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    https://poneb.in/u/Mendicant
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    >”They’re only fillies Nightmare…”
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    >...
  10. 10.
    >It has been some time since you summoned your sister to your chambers.
  11. 11.
    >The cup of coffee sitting before you has long since grown cold.
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    >”They don’t deserve this…”
  13. 13.
    >You look across the room toward Celestia, who is seated near a half eaten tray of cookies.
  14. 14.
    >This… was a mistake.
  15. 15.
    >You should have sent her away hours ago.
  16. 16.
    >Yet here you are, alone with /her./
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    >Your dearest sister.
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    >…
  19. 19.
    >Time feels as if it has stopped moving entirely.
  20. 20.
    >It’s early in the morn; perhaps four past midnight.
  21. 21.
    >These are the long hours.
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    >The hours in which both lovers and laborers find rest.
  23. 23.
    >The hours in which the haunted find doubt — find emptiness.
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    >…
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    “They are most wicked mares sister; attempting to slay an sovereign…”
  26. 26.
    >The words fall from your mouth haphazardly.
  27. 27.
    >Your mind is not in your words, but somewhere far away.
  28. 28.
    >”I know Nightmare, but they were young… confused…”
  29. 29.
    >You can feel the trepidation in her voice.
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    >She fears you — your wraith.
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    >Were this a normal night you would dispel her pleas with ruthless abandon.
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    >A mere glare, or change in you arcane aura would be enough to silence her foalish words.
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    >But on this morn, you cannot bring yourself to do so.
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    >You… can’t bring yourself to do much anything.
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  36. 36.
    >You look back out of the window, and down upon the royal gardens.
  37. 37.
    >You feel an uneasiness; a restlessness.
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    >Insomnia perhaps.
  39. 39.
    >Your eyes guide you to look upon the snow covered canvas before you.
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    >Nothing is moving.
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    >“I understand that I misguided them Nightmare, but that’s /my/ fault; not theirs!”
  42. 42.
    >You continue to stare at the snow.
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    >It is an… interesting form.
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    >It’s simple; merely water in another state, lacking it’s normal warmth.
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    >Yet it does not /feel/ cold.
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    >Any foal can tell you that their hoof suffers far more greatly in cold water than snow.
  47. 47.
    >Snow is… gentle.
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    >It need not draw thy ear as rain to make it’s presents known.
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    >Snowfall is, to the contrary, a most calming phenomenon.
  50. 50.
    >“Twilight was my student. I thought she could… I thought she could be something special - something great…”
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    >A blind pony who lost their sight once explained snow’s effect on the senses.
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    >That a snow is to the sense of sound what a darkness is to the sense of sight.
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    >It steals sound from the very air itself.
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    >”But I was wrong Nightmare, I was wrong and now she’s paying the price!”
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    >Your eyes lose focus - the snow covered gardens fade from your vision.
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    >...
  57. 57.
    >Winter is a… familiar time of year.
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    >Calm, cold, and dark.
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    >It doesn't need grand attention offered to it’s warmer siblings.
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    >Instead it finds pride and purpose in it’s modest gifts.
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    >A calm walk — a pleasing vista.
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    >Many a family would retreat to their homes, and find company in their own kin.
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    >“She’s never seen had friends until the day before you arrived! She hasn’t had the opportunity to live a normal life!”
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    >And yet somehow, this season is different for you.
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    >You’re... haunted by it.
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    >The white plains… the darkness…
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    >The silence…
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    >You begin to talk.
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    “Does thou know what the moon is like dearest sister?”
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    >Your voice is void of emotion.
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    >You’re little more than thinking aloud.
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    “It’s a quiet place.”
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    “We remember when our hooves first felt the surface…”
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    "Thin pale powder — just like snow…”
  76. 76.
    >The fur on your neck stands.
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    ”Our lungs burned...”
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    ”For days — weeks — years we struggled to simply breathe.”
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    ”Death was not a mercy we were to be given."
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    ”Torture was our punishment."
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    >…
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    “There’s no sound on the moon."
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    “We screamed — Cried out for help — for mercy — for murder.”
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    “No one heard us…”
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    >Your focus pivots.
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    “Those fillies were nothing more than pawns in your game sister; crafted to strike us down upon our return.”
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    “Thou has no right to beg for mercy for thy hired assassins.”
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    “We were your sister — your blood — yet thou threw us aside for thy petty pride and pleasure...
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    “Thou knew the law — knew thy place and thy station….”
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    >You pause, gathering your nerves, and taking a deep breath to calm yourself.
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    “We... care not for thy weapons of war or thy pleas for pardon.”
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    “We hath been betrayed dearest sister… betrayed by thy own blood…”
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    >...
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    >You close your eyes.
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    "We cannot forgive such transgressions..."
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    >...
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    >There is a heavy silence in the air.
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    >You... don't care what she may say in reply.
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    >But then, to your horror...
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    >...
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    >”Empress?”
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    >…
  105. 105.
    >Everything stops.
  106. 106.
    >Your eyes refocus, and you turn toward the voice without a moment’s delay.
  107. 107.
    >You quickly look across the room.
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    >The cookies are gone.
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    >/Celestia/ is gone.
  110. 110.
    >You look down to your side, beneath your window seat.
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    >It is Octavia; your most loyal earthen maid.
  112. 112.
    >A book rest in her hooves, though you care not what it contains.
  113. 113.
    >She gently looks up at you before closing the tome, and standing.
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    >Your throat is tight.
  115. 115.
    >She need not speak for you to understand why she is here.
  116. 116.
    >It… it happened again.
  117. 117.
    >Your voice is weak.
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    ”Little one… did you... hear-"
  119. 119.
    >She stops your sentence with a simple nod.
  120. 120.
    >Your mind struggles for words, your tongue paralyzed with fear.
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    "How… long was I….?”
  122. 122.
    >You fail to vocalize the rest of your foalish question.
  123. 123.
    >Mercifully, Octavia spares you humiliation, and answers, already knowing what you intended to ask.
  124. 124.
    >She gently raises her hoof, placing it tenderly atop your own.
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    “Sixteen hours Empress — You’ve been here for sixteen hours…”

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