The one whose name cannot be said out loud.

(part one)

Grogar born in the distant lands where the "thundergoats" living once in a small village. Their specie was in charge of controlling storms and thunders.

Grogar was always isolated from the rest of his community. His brother named discord on the other hoof was very popular and talented. Something that grogar never was.

One fateful day the town become in dust cause by superior forces leaving everything in ruins, The alicorns never came and the laments of the town fall in silence.

Grogar saw this as the perfect opportunity to lift up his people and become in what he so desired, A noble and respected figure.

Discord saw his brother becoming in the king of this new empire but also turn into a monster of madness and power, Discord tried to talk to him, but Grogar's mind was already broken by the forbidden magic. So he felt his brother's words as an attempt to take away his new empire.

Grogar transform his own brother into a beast full of chaos. His people watched this with fear and terror, the king who had risen with a message of prosperity and advancement now found himself spreading fear and hatred towards the alicorns.

Eventually. With his brother transformed into his new mascot and a thousand of monster Under his power what before where the people once he promised to care. Grogar the father of monster sought out and invaded Skyros, land of the alicorns. What their people long ago considered Pure Gods now where just beings who never did anything for them and the rest of creatures in equus. other than simply observe everything from their holy and shine skylands.

Neither unicorn nor pegasus, Alicorns appear to have traits from both species, but are so much more beyond that.

The first alicorns are known as The Two Sisters, a pair of unicorns with magic so potent, they changed the face of the sky forever. After growing wings, the young alicorns were called princesses and treated like royalty, thanked for their gift of the sun and moon. But as time went on, it became clear that these were not simply horses with extra features, but something else entirely.

When mature, alicorns are massive deities that stretch across the sky, ferrying the sun and moon to all corners of the world, leaving magic and dreams in their wake.

You are surrounded by flies. If you pause, and look closely, you realize the flies are iridescent, with deeply colorful eyes, and beautiful wings like stained glass. It cannot see the colorful windows of your world, but you can try to describe them. But know that doing so take up the creature's precious time. Years to them is mere hours to you. In a long conversation about the stars, you and the fly share ideas and perspectives. You come away delighted with a new view on constellations and what they mean to the common folk.

The fly comes away dazzled, haunted, and halfway to the grave. What was to you a wonderful conversation was years of study, communion, and dedication on the part of the small creature. He gave up any other pursuits, he constructed his life around this cause. He lost his friends, family, and home. You lost your lunch break.

You love this creature. You love the small being that you once were. You want to talk to him again. You want to tell him of the stars, of dreams... but to speak with him twice, at least meaningfully, would take from him the rest of his life. Could you demand that from him for the sake of your own curiosity? Years passed for him already. In the time it took you to draw a breath, his childhood ended. Do you summon him again? Or do you let him go to live his life, what's left of it?

It is painful for everyone. It hurts something in your chest, it breaks the heart of a god. It wounds his family to watch him leave them behind for the sake of what? A mere whim? He had ambitions! He had a story! It's all gone now. Rewritten for your musings.

You leave him. He cries for you but he needs not a goddess. He needs to live, to turn from the sky to his fellow bugs.

That's what he is. A fly. A mere insect to you. To hold him down is to pin him through his soft center, and display his corpse as a record of his extinction.

So look away. Forget the color of his eyes, the sound of his voice, and the intelligence that stirred you to pluck him out his world and keep him in yours. There, he would be a wildflower with a cut stem. He would be beautiful, but he is so small, and so quiet. He would be just a decoration on your table; made to dance and sing for your amusement and then tossed out with the rubbish when he breaks.

You miss him. You love him. But he is a crawling worm and you are the rain. There are many others like him, but you must be careful to only speak a few words to each. Or better yet, say nothing at all. Let them fade and mix into a writhing blur without name, stories, or opinions on stars.

MLP в моём стиле + редизайн Часть 2

I wanted to portray princesses in a more spoken or even mesmerizing way