The first part of our lunch passed by while I explained what happened in the world to Lacewing while she was imprisoned by Division-P. Most notably was my relationship with Luna; the moment Lace heard about that in passing, she wanted to know everything about it.
“... And that’s the entire story of Luna and I so far,” I finished.
I smiled at Luna, who leaned over and gave me a small kiss.
“That’s pretty romantic, Phasma,” Lacewing sighed, scooping a forkful of food from her plate.
“I agree,” Luna agreed. “I am certain that the tale of our love shall be told by the criers and romanticists from now till the day the sun sets for the very last time! Our tale– what do you mean, there are no criers anymore?” Luna broke off her dramatic speech when I managed to stop giggling and explained that fact to her.
“I’m sure ponies will enjoy your story once it gets told to them,” Cadence said from across the table. “Love triumphs over evil, and all that.”
“Hey Phas!” Thorax called from the far end of the table.
“Thorax?”
“Can I send a message to Double Diamond now?”
“Oh yeah, yeah. The Fifth Hive is done hiding now. You can tell all the ponies to come back, or whatever happened to them.” When Lace’s face scrunched up in confusion, I explained, “Thorax is in love with a pony. Yes, they are adorable together.”
The table broke off again into several smaller conversations. Coxa and Lacewing traded stories that accumulated in each other’s absence. Celestia and Luna talked shop about the fastest way to fix their torn kingdom. The puppy-love duo talked quietly with Thorax about him and his coltfriend, Diamond.
‘Coltfriend. Colt. Friend. Even the name sounds adorable. Colt. Coooolt.’
“Bit for your thoughts?” Luna asked, nudging me.
“Just thinking about things ‘n stuff,” I said.
“Ah yes, ‘things ‘n stuff,’” Celestia quoted me. “Truly, the mind of a stallion is a mystery.”
I huffed and rolled my eyes, “Alright fine. I was wondering why there were so few ponies here. If this peace summit is as important to you as it is to us, I would have thought there would have been more ponies present.”
“You’d be surprised how useless most ponies are in the signing of a peace treaty,” Celestia explained, taking a sip from her tall glass. “I prefer to get these things ironed out as soon as possible, with as few distractions as possible.”
“We took a break for lunch, though?”
Luna elbowed me, “Unlike changelings, we mortal ponies need physical foods.”
“Then maybe you should try consuming love. It really is the best tasting thing in the world.”
Luna whispered into my ear, “On that, we can agree.”
I suddenly found it near impossible to maintain eye contact with anyone in the room.
“Luna, are you teasing King Phasma?” Celestia asked while I studied the suddenly interesting wall ahead of me.
“Why Celestia, I have no idea what you are talking about.”
“Ah, so he just suddenly froze up due to something completely unrelated to whatever you whispered to him?”
“Yes.”
“See, Shiny?” Cadence asked, nodding towards me. Since I was staring at the wall behind her, I saw the motion as she talked to her fiance, “There’s nothing to be afraid of. Aunt Luna has the fearsome Dread Prince on a tight leash.”
I groaned, “Are you going to be throwing as many innuendos at me as possible, Princess of Food?”
She winked, “Of course. This is far more fun than talking with those stuffy…. nobles… did you call me the Princess of Food?”
“Delicious, delicious food…” I muttered.
“I’m definitely going to remember that one,” Celestia chuckled as she down the last of her drink and nodded to a servant to have it refilled.
With the heat starting to leave my face, I turned back to Celestia, “I was sorta expecting to see Prince Blueblood here at least. He is a Prince, right? I never met the guy but he seems to have an important title.”
Celestia’s face remained neutral, but her emotions were tainted with frustration, “Prince Blueblood has not dined with us in years.”
“The colt’s preoccupied with his own social circle,” Cadence explained. “He’s become enraptured with the idea that he has a court of his own, and not to mention the fact that recently, Division-P has kept him busy.”
‘A socialite? Sounds like I’d hate him anyways.’
“Still, I would imagine that he would have at least leveraged his title to gain entry to this meeting,” I said.
“That would require him knowing about this meeting in the first place,” Celestia smiled mischievously.
“So Phasma,” Luna began, “you said you were going to tell your story to everypony here…”
“Oh yeah, you guys don’t know, do you?” Lacewing asked, grinning at the ponies after overhearing Luna. “It’s quite the story, though I don’t know if talking about it over lunch is the smartest idea–”
“Luna is talking about my story before I hatched,” I cut Lace off.
“Your what?” Lace froze.
“You were right, Celestia, I did learn from my past. But changelings fought no wars to learn from. At least, nothing remotely considered conventional warfare.”
“I suspected as much,” Celestia nodded to herself. “There would be too much evidence of your kind’s existence, otherwise.”
The ponies quieted, and the rest of the conversations fell away as the changelings turned towards me.
“What’re you talking about, Phas? What wars?” Thorax asked.
‘Everyone’s looking at me now. Which means I have to talk about my history. About my… life. Yep. Right now. Riiiight now. No way to worm my way out of this one.’
I sighed. With everyone’s eyes on me, I decided to be a bit theatric.
“... There are many forms of immortality. Agelessness of a royal or alicorn, immortality of whatever deities exist out there, reincarnation of phoenixes.” I tapped my hoof on the table idly, “Celestia. You, err, received the reports of the interrogations, right?” Celestia nodded. “Right. You asked the changelings about me, right? I assume you also asked them what my age was?”
“I did. They were all quite evasive when questioned about the basic facts about you. When asked for your birthday, or hatchday if you’d prefer, they would only give me the day and month, and never the year. Things only made sense in hindsight, given last night’s conversation.”
‘Oh hey, this is a good chance to learn that myself, since I totally didn’t keep track of that…’
“What was the date?” I asked.
“October Eleventh.”
“Ah. So that’s the day. Good to know.”
The ponies– save for Luna and Celestia– were confused.
“Did you not keep track of that, Phas?” Thorax asked, genuinely surprised.
I shrugged, “Lots of other important things were going on. Besides, I was a bit too preoccupied at the time to ask for the date.”
Celestia, helping out my theatrics, said, “And you revealed that you were born last year. October Eleventh, Nine-Ninety-Nine.”
“October Eleventh, Nine-Ninety-Nine,” I repeated.
Shining Armor blinked in surprise, “You’re one year old– no, you’re older than that?”
“Yeah. Queen Chrysalis was– or rather, still is, the greatest expert in genetics. Or fleshmancy. Whatever its name is. She genetically engineered my, uh, egg. That, coupled with a diet of pure love early on gave me a nymphhood that lasted all of three months or so. But that of course doesn’t explain why my mind was as developed as my body...”
I gave a nervous glance to the First Fang. They deserved to hear the truth first, but I preferred to get this over with as quickly as I could.
“I don’t have any control over it. I don’t know if it will happen again. I don’t remember if it ever happened before this. But I lived an entire life before my hatching on Nine-Ninety-Nine.”
The reaction was not as varied as I expected. The ponies were all surprised, and the changelings were all… mostly smug. Thorax and Coxa cheered and high-fived. Lacewing cursed quietly and shook her head, and the rest of the changelings, including Cricket, were a mix of shock, excitement, and interest.
“Haha! And Oest called me crazy!” Thorax cheered.
“You knew?” I asked, surprised.
“We all had our guesses,” Coxa said, coyly. “I mean, come on, did you really think none of us would at least try to guess why you were pretty much an adult right out of the egg? Reincarnation was the prevailing guess– and the biggest part of the betting pool.”
“Lucky guess,” Lace muttered.
“And what were the other theories?” I asked.
‘I am genuinely curious as to what they might have guessed.’
“Oest thought you were a golem,” Thorax giggled. “He thought he was on the money when the Ascension stuff came to light. You know, with the egg experiments and all…”
Coxa interrupted, “There’s divisions within the reincarnation theory, too. Since it was the largest share, we collectively decided to split it up.”
“How can you be so casual about this?” Cadence muttered, loud enough for us to hear. “Life and death… and how little we know about it all. This is a huge revelation, with wide sweeping implications…. Right?” Cadence looked to Celestia for reassurance.
Celestia shrugged, “There have been countless attempts to achieve immortality in the past, and none have succeeded. All stories of success share one common thread; we all seem to only achieve it through pure coincidence. Any willing attempt is doomed to fail. As you might suspect Cadence, this is a brand new form of immortality– if you don’t count phoenixes. Yet it continues that common thread.”
“What did you even bet?” I asked Coxa.
“Extra rations, small keepsakes, and so on. Uh…. Weevil was the main ling who kept track of everything…” Coxa muttered.
“And the partitions within this specific bet?” Celestia moved the conversation along, thankfully.
“Coxa thought Phas was a reincarnated royal,” Thorax said.
“And Thorax thought that Phasma was an alien from outer space,” Coxa joked.
“An alien from outer space?” I repeated.
“And I thought you were a drone!” Lace smiled. “You know, with the whole not-threatening-to-kill-us thing you have going on. A rare trait in royals. Everyone of them I’ve met before you loves to threaten to kill us.”
“That’s horrible!” Cadence gasped.
“Wouldn’t you have only met Chrysalis before?” I asked.
“Yup.”
“Oh. Well I met another royal, by the name of The Prophet. He’s a total asswipe.”
“Two for two, then! Oh mare, Coxa and Thorax, you two better be shaking! I am so winning this bet. Hey wait, where and when did you meet another royal?”
“In the Third Hive,” I sighed.
“Ah, of course. The Third Hive. The place none of us have ever seen. The place our species ran away from thousands of years ago. That Third Hive.”
“Yes. It was in the jungles in Southern Equestria.”
Thorax huffed, “Enough stalling Phas, tell us your past!”
‘Panar damned tinfoil-hat conspiracists. You got lucky, Thorax.’
I felt hooves around my right foreleg. Luna was giving me a reassuring hug and smile.
“The only way to move forward is to accept the past,” she said quietly.
I cringed, “I don’t want to accept the past. It’s bullshit.” Luna didn’t relent, only kept up her stare and the stream of love and happiness sent my way.
‘There’s no way out of this, is there? Fine then, better get it over with.’
“I was a human. The only sapient species on our world...” I announced quietly.
Thorax gasped “I was right?”
Lacewing gaped, “Thorax was right?”
Coxa groaned, “Thorax was right?!”
Cricket and the rest of the changelings gathered exchanged surprised looks and whispered to each other. Shining looked at Cadence, but she just returned the surprised look he gave her. I had not told her my past, so she was just as surprised.
“You’re actually an alien?” Shining Armor asked.
Curiously, while Cadence was a bit confused and apprehensive, Shining Armor seemed almost… eager to hear my story.
“Not anymore,” I grumbled, “but yes. I… I was.”
“Huh. And you just sided completely with the changelings?”
“They put me in a position of power, and I couldn’t exactly cling to my non-existent past anymore. So, I decided to throw my lot in with the ones that made me Prince. The copious amounts of propaganda, the short time frame, and constantly watching my own back out of paranoid fear left little room for anything else.”
Shining mulled the answer over, so I looked to the changelings to see how they were handling it.
Thorax excitedly clapped his hooves together and grinned, “Diamond’s gonna freak when he hears this. He didn’t believe my theories, either. But I was right!”
“How did you even think of that?!” Coxa exclaimed.
Thorax shrugged, “Things just… didn’t add up. Phasma’s not like any changelings I’ve ever met. Nor any pony. He’s a bit in between, I guess…”
“An excellent guess, if a bit far-fetched,” Celestia shook her head. “I am certain we are all on the edge of our seats for your story, Phasma. Please, continue.”
‘Oh, you’re all excited, are you? Well let me start off with why I don’t want to fucking talk about my past.’
I scowled, “I was born into a middle class, large loving family. I can’t complain too much about my life, save for how it ended. I was murdered in an alleyway for no reason at all. There you go, are you all satisfied? I never got to say goodbye. I was thrown right into the grinder when I woke up in the Hive. I had everything taken from me, and never had time to even breathe.”
I stood up abruptly and made for the exit. Luna scrambled after me.
“Phasma! Please stay, you are doing well.”
“I did well. I’m done talking now,” I growled
I heard the First Fang all get up to try to follow me as I pushed the doors open and brushed past the ponies standing sentry. Picking a direction at random, I walked down the hallway. I was looking for a way out, but I had no idea what the layout of the castle was.
“Phasma! At least tell me where you are going!” Luna called out from behind me.
“Out.”
“Then… take a left at the upcoming junction.”
I slowed down and frowned at her.
“If I cannot stop you, then at least I can help you,” Luna told me when she caught up.
“Damnit Luna, stop making me feel nice inside. I don’t want to, not right now.”
She grinned, “I am afraid I cannot do that, Phasma. You are stuck with me, sappy feelings and all.”
When we went through a doorway that Luna pointed out, we found ourselves on a wide sweeping balcony that connected off to one of the gardens on our right side. In front and on our left, several benches were arranged in front of a balcony. No doubt there were countless protective enchantments for anyone who wanted to sit and see the view. There were two maids on the balcony who quickly made themselves scarce through the garden’s connection when I, the giant changeling, exited the palace. I picked a bench and sat down on it, laying against the white stone railing, and putting my head on my hooves. The rest of the lunch party joined us after a few moments, and filed into the benches around us.
I saw the city beneath us. The gleaming city was, I had to admit, exceptionally beautiful. It was really designed to be beheld during the daytime, so this was the first time I could see it in all its splendor. Gleaming towers, opulent manors, bustling streets, ponies leisurely strolling through parks, and active market stalls made the city seem more alive than any other place I had seen. If I focused, I could see the hundreds of stories that were being told through the city.
A pony leaning out their window and pinning up clothes on a clothesline there. A pair of pegasi clearly yelling at each other over there, one now storming off in anger. I even saw families taking their foals to the parks and destinations across the city. Unlike Manehattan, whose highrises and packed streets gave the city a feel of fast-paced rushing, Canterlot had a more casual and well-off atmosphere. Ponies here walked because they could. Sure, there were some ponies rushing, but by far most I could see seemed content. Considering I had spent a lot of time in Hooferville pony-watching, I had gotten at least decent at reading emotions at a distance.
By the time I was tuning back into the world around me, the ponies had their lunch already brought out to them, and were enjoying their meals while idly chatting or admiring the view. The changelings were just as talkative, but were paying more attention to me. When I glanced at them, Thorax spoke up immediately.
“Phas! Hey, I’m sorry that we opened old wounds–”
“It’s fine,” I lied, waving him off.
“I suppose we can not expect you to be open about such pain immediately,” Luna conceded.
I realized that Luna was sitting up against me, and had wrapped a wing around me as we sat. I didn't even notice that.
‘That is quickly becoming a trend.’
“None of us can relate or understand your specific plight,” Luna continued, “as I think none of us have died before, though I can not know for certain. Just know that when you are ready to talk, we are all here for you.”
Celestia, who held a plate of some kind of stacked greens covered in an unidentified sauce, joked, “If you had a problem with the dining room, you simply should have said so. I have no problem mixing it up and eating outside while the weather is at least somewhat nice.”
The weather was indeed somewhat nice. There must have been heating enchantments that protected the balcony from the cold wind and autumn air. I barely felt a breeze, even up here, high above street level.
“One thing before I forget,” Celestia said, pushing around food with a fork. “Later today, there will be an announcement before Canterlot. We will tell the ponies that there will be peace between our species, and that Discord has been taken care of. I would also like to commend the efforts of the Element bearers, and of course, explain that I am not Daybreaker anymore.”
“Sounds like a plan,” I said, looking back over the city.
‘Guess I’ll be meeting them properly, too.’
Luna reached over and took one of my hooves into her own.
‘What did I do to deserve your unrelenting support, Luna? By all rights, you should be my enemy. Perhaps I will never come to reach your level of empathy. Don’t think I can, not after everything I’ve been through. But at least–’
I decided to voice my thoughts, “Thank you, Luna. I don’t know what I would do without you.”
“Much of the same, though far more miserably and with less success, I would imagine,” she replied.
“I’m going to be honest, Luna. I don’t think I’ll ever be as friendly and open as the rest of you. I don't think I can.”
“You’d be surprised. People can bounce back from some awful things. Just do not count yourself out, Phasma. You will get through any tunnel, no matter how dark it gets.”
“Well I don’t remember going towards a light at the end of the tunnel, so maybe I’m still in it,” I joked, despite my terrible mood.
“Ha! See what I mean? I didn’t pick you because you are all doom and gloom, Phasma. I believe I was filling that quota at first. However, I pulled through, thanks to your companionship, and the aid of my friends. You have done well in immediately securing yourself some loyal comrades right away.”
“Not all of them were loyal,” I pointed out.
“No. Not everything turns out well, or even how we expected. But overall, things trend for the better, do they not?”
“Hmph. I guess so.”
Neeed more phas and Luna quicker!
Anyways keep up the good work!
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Ok here's more Luna and Phas (but Phas is a marketable plushie)
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Nice.
AYYYYYY HE GETS IT DONE AGAIN! WOOOOOOOO
Very enjoyable, as always, when is it not. Can’t wait to see how Phasma and Luna work this one out!
All jokes aside,
Many jokes
Good chapter all around and everything is going well.
I can only hope tho, that we get le history lesson from phas.
This chapter was really sweet. I kinda wish Phasma wasn't so blunt with his Humanity, but it's whatever; seeing Thorax so happy over winning that bet was worth it.
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As kind of a side note, this story, 'The Emperor Preserves', and 'The Long and Short of It', all seemed to update at the same time. Choosing to read 'Changing Expectations' first was the hardest decision I've made all week lol.
Always happy to see this story update
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That is adorable. I'd love to see that fleshed out.
God these chapters can't update fast enough, im glad he's revealed his past... though I wonder how he'll put his experience to use now...
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I assumed that version of him would have been smaller, like beanie baby/palm of your hand sized.
I like how this story immediately gets on featured the second it gets updated it’s awesome
I kind of hoped that during the explanation of what Phas was, he used his powers to turn into a human.
Upon my second reading of this chapter, it dawned on me that Phasma never really got a good chance to cope with what happened to him. Before this it only really happened around the time when Luna wrote “Told you so” in the stars that one night. In other words:
This has been “Top 10 Reason Phasma Needs More Luna Time”
Don’t know how tf I didn’t get that the first time around, guess it just feels so long since that happened.
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#relatable
And now he's a left.
Yay! Another Chapter! Quite a nice one and We got more PhasXLuna as well. Worth the wait!
Somewhere around the internet there is a picture that represents a theory that Celestia isn't immortal in the conventional sense, but reincarnates much like a phoenix. That's why Philomena is the pet that she keeps. So the theory goes
I wonder if what phas had was a reverse batman
I hope shining warms up to phas a bit more, honestly I think they'd make great friends
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would've liked to see the humanity thing expanded a little too, inas sofar that this is an hie, and it's largely been a non-player in the plot.
not that it needs to be, however. this story is extremely good regardless.
So, I guess the next chapter they go back to negotiations and the first fang find out about Phasma wanting the Division P Inquisitors executed, which will either cause a split between them or show Phasma that none of the changelings want anymore bloodshed and try to talk him out of pushing for that?
Phasma trying to be angsty and the ponies just won't let that stuff fly! Ha!
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Never gonna happen
I assume that is meant to be "Phasma"
TBH I can't really feel for any of the trauma Phasma feels about his former life being stolen from him. There wasn't really anything significant that indicated he felt this way, and/or you simply wrote him too well at hiding it. There isn't much anything specific to relate either, apart from the whole 'I had good life, & didn't want this' spiel. And the fact that he was adapting so well from day 1 and generally not showing it, leaves me wanting more from the scene.
It might be because this story is approaching 400k words long now, but I think I would have remembered some emotional bits from earlier that Phasma still gave any weight at all to his human past. In previous chapters, it was kinda like how Chrysalis starved him of love to get him dependent on her as a source, except you did that with our intrigue over human past which spring-boarded the premise of this story in the 1st place. Those chapters where he unconsciously shared visions of his past life with Nightmare Moon, and the bit with Ariandel were are nice flavorful start... but it seems like we've gone on for so long without scenes like those, and focused on his physical struggle in Equestria. Now we're finally getting some head way into that plot thread/area of his character development, but it's coming off as numb and feels rather shoehorned. At the very least, the timing of it definitely feels off, which could be why I'm not as receptive of it as I should be.
There should be some build up to a reveal like this. Instead we got the reveal with the build up mentioned after the fact. IMO if you had written a scene with the First Fang placing bets on his true origin much earlier on, this reveal would have more impact. Even more points if it was that turncloak, Tarsus, who got it right. Would have brought in the feels.
Only time in the entire story I feel like Phas was out of character, no indication he felt this strongly about it thus far.
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Phasma's past as a human is, at the end of the day, irrelevant. He's had his singing-Linkin-Park-in-the-shower phase already, back in Hooferville. This is just reopening an old wound he would rather let fester and move on with his life. He doesn't mourn his past because he'd rather mostly forget it, or at least not acknowledge it. The fact that he was a human was, as it always was, just a part of his character, and not the dominating force.
What's important isn't that he was a human, but rather that he died. That has always been the case.
As for why it's revealed now, there will be an upcoming discussion about why Phasma is so adamant for the death penalty, despite his own wrong doings. It's because he's basing his decision off a certain series of war trials that were held on Earth, and... well, they are not applicable to this current situation.
So no, you aren't supposed to feel too much pity for Phasma. Sure, sympathize with his sense of loss and frustration that it's being brought up, but we're past sad-times.
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Chapter 109 should have clearly laid out just how Phasma feels about his past. He tries to not think about it, but the anger is still there.
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you know what fair enough
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Never going to show what they look like you mean
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no 'umies allowed in my stories
No earth, no humans, no transformations into humans, no anthro, nothin.
It makes perfect sense to me that he doesn't want to talk about his death. He's barely had a year to come to terms with it. Smart of the princesses to let him drop the subject, they don't need him to be in a worse mood than he already is for the upcoming negotiations.
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that is very understandable
Those old wounds do need to be talked about but not this fast I agree. Nice chapter however and Phas really does need to explain why he was pushing so hard for the death trials.
Here's to hoping the rest of the hive is accepting of the inevitable dissonance that is the hallmark of the fifth (relative to the ones that came before).
I guess I will never understand how you get or decide the names for your chapters... Most of them are so... odd. I recognize some of them but the majority leave me more than a little confused.
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Fair enough, him having been human to impact changeling lifestyle & carry the invasion to success is the big picture. It's not a dominating force, but ignoring and keeping it unresolved probably isn't going to do him or Luna good in the future. It's never good to bottle it up, and I imagine the Nightmare would use it against him if possible. The Prophet already did show signs of looking into his past life.
The most compelling HiE stories use the new world as a facilitator for the human with baggage to reconcile with what happened or issues that they had, while also moving forward in Equestria. And as you've excellently executed, it is also an opportunity to bring Earth knowledge/mentality to the Equestrian table and crowbar varying degrees of change. Basically isekai with levers for certain genre attributes. If the important thing was that he died and brought all his know-how to better the changeling forces, then bringing up his human past shouldn't illicit a strong reaction from him. Unless you're planning to bring it up again as a point of internal conflict, which seems to be the case.
Phasma seemed cold and calculated enough for the longest time when trying to survive the 4th Hive & Equestria. There's no reason for him to not act equally nonchalant about his past without showing it affecting him. Psychopaths can be heroes too if written properly. It's why I think this is counter-intuitive of you to have written him with trauma that's bringing attention to itself, yet subtly tell us to ignore it. It's one thing to write a scene that elicits emotion or touches a plot thread, but something else when you say you won't follow up on it.
Seems to me you're walking an iffy tight-rope between pleasing people who started this story for HiE, and fleshing out Equestria in a realistic gritty way that needed HiE as an element of change while also dismissing it. You'd probably get the same story if instead of a reincarnated human, Changeling Prince Phasma had sporadic yet concise visions of the humanity or simply read books that happened to be in the hive.
But that's just my wall-o-text 2 cents. If you're confident in your direction, not my place to steer your ship.
Nice
I'm glad I checked my tracking page before I went to bed. this story is great!
Also. to add something worth reading. this was a good chapter and i have been and will be waiting for the first fang to tease Phasma about him and Luna.
Would you like to know more?
Apolinatu – an Itneg mortal who was fetched by his lover, the star goddess Gagayoma, to live with her in the upper world;[104] the couple had a child named Takyayen, who sprang after Apolinatu pricked Gagayoma's last two fingers.
The Itneg (exonym "Tinguian" or "Tingguian") are an Austronesian ethnic group from the upland province of Abra in northwestern Luzon, in the Philippines
I mentioned it before and I'll do so again: Phasma NEEDS counceling. Dieing and loosing his previous life, Chrysalis and her lunacy, nearly dieing again and the whole nightmare thing, all happen in the span of a year. If Luna wasn't such a godsend and a fantastic individual in this story, Phas would have cracked like and egg at best.
He doesn't have to accept the past (heck I don't either, it's why i went through therapy) but he needs to deal with it.
And lastly,he needs to start practicing... Magic, combat, advanced flight, Chrysalis will not take this peace well. She will be coming for Phasma and that's not even mentioning the slighted nightmares and Epitaph.
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huh, that could be,
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Lol you know that’s not what I meant! But I find this…acceptable for now.
I thought Lacewing will talk about her experience in jail.
That could guilt-trip Celestia.
Why they didn't do it, it's fucking obvious choice!?
Wait he was?
I thought he teleproted away.
Or it's her lie?
So you aren't that different from Daybreaker after all, the same control freak and dictator
You still are so...
I mean sarcastically because she still behaves like a control freak
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The Elements imprisoned Discord off-screen. Phasma just didn't see it happen.
That's not the impression I got. Celestia didn't bother inviting Blueblood because he's... well, Blueblood, and for the fact that he was a key figurehead within Division P. His presence would likely screw up negotiations.
Beautyful chapter with a lot of character development wile keeping it a open check. There story has now a great foundaton. Now they real story can begin! Magnificent work ♡
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Not to mention having his defenseless soul snatched up by a nightmare in the unending void and being engraved like a commemorative watch.
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Indeed. The moments most be doubles!
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Dawww... Now i want to be that Plushy
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All the joke! Got to love the humor
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I guess the only things the Pony will ask for will be:
- Were is my familie?
- When do we get to free em?
- When do Chrysalis and her followers get hunt down?
- How to steal/destroy/bypass the Towers defenses?
- When is the wedding *Phasma roll up a newspaper and hits Cadance light with it* Phasma: "Bad puppy!"
Shining Armor attacks Phasmatodea with a warcry!
And tickeling him into submission...
Than come Luna and the Changelings and pin Shining to the ground.
Luna: "The tickels shall be doubled!!"
*Celestia hoof palm...*
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Space-age after the Nightmare wars?
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Yep since the Puppy already were huge to him. Luna was a giant!
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Hear hear!
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There are other equaly good story i can recomment. Come finished and some are still in the making.
Some are darker than others...
Especially the one were like 1/3 of the developed character die
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Good example! But than again... He is emotionaly compromised and his interlect cant keep it suppressed anymore it seems...
Phasmatodea was a high pressure vessel and the cracks need to be adressed before he blows up...
Unless... Hm... Hoofholding~♡