World of Discord (RP)

Chrysteel Nods to Bane, "We will not open it but it will be safe none the less. As to that I think I could explain a part of it. It was part of my vision after all that this would happen. A long time ago the world as we know it now was much different. Then chaos came and changed everything. This part I think we all know. The Fall of Harmony, as it were called. But Hope is never truly lost unless you give up on it completely. About 800 years ago when Avalon was still a young hidden land. I and several others had strange visions of something. That something spoke of a prophecy. The prophecy goes as follows: 'When the tree glows like the sun. The Chosen will gather in the hidden land to bring harmony once again to the lost. They will face the 6 trials of chaos and in the end the chosen shall bring the reign of the chaos lord to an end.' As to whom the chosen are the prophecy also said: 'The one whose heart is of love and creation shall sense the hearts of the chosen and seek out the ones to whom those hearts belong.' This part has already come to pass and I was the one to seek the hearts of the chosen and bring them together as I have. The rest is still uncertain to me. But in time we can figure it out. As to the first part It too has already happened. Just the other day, I visited a sacred place here in Avalon and one of the trees there were glowing like the sun. This marked the beginning for what I would like to call 'The Return of Harmony'." Chrysteel looks to cadence and says, "Mother, I think the rest you can explain. You understood the prophecy better then even us, the ones who spoke it."

The Queen nodded regally yet kindly to each guest in turn. I will not ask of your help immediately, of course. I am sure that all of you need some measure of rest, and healing.

She looked at Asterian in particular as she said this with compassion, then nodded to the many questions asked of her.

All questions shall be soon answered - in time. And yes, My Daughter Chrysteel, although perhaps I may explain the prophecy as we understand it while we eat.

She beckoned for the assembled guests to walk with her, and shortly thereafter they came to a dining room, and changeling guards moved silently to each side, bowing deeply to the guests. Some virgacorns and hippogriffs in a corner were playing an enchanting melody on harps and flutes; they likewise turned and bowed to their Queen, though they did not cease their playing.

A long table stretched down the center of the hall, laden with many plates of food beyond anything Asterian could ever have imagined living in the Everfree. Several chairs were already set for the guests, with plates and crystal cups of clear, fresh water and the juices of many fruits. Tapestries, embroidered over the many centuries Avalon had existed, hung on walls to either side, depicting a time before suffering, and two regal unicorn Sisters who once watched over Their Little Ponies in a time long forgotten.

A small tray of bowls and wash-cloths were brought forward, for cleansing of both body and soul before the meal. The Changeling Queen, without hesitation, humbly turned to her Child and the Destined Ones, and began to gently wash away the dust of much travel and the stains of many years' suffering, physically as well as spiritually and emotionally. The hooves of the Queen are the hooves of a healer.

Here within the Hidden Land of Avalon may you find peace and rest, Asterian of the Forest. May this be a refuge for you, and a home to you, for the time you are with us, and whenever you choose to return," she said softly as she did so. "Chrysteel, my Child, here have you lived for centuries uncounted, a Princess waiting to become a Queen. May you one day serve your swarm and hive as I now serve you, washing away all stains and hurts. For a Queen rules not through fear and tyranny, but through Love and Harmony. Laserbolt, when last we met, perhaps, it was in less amicable circumstances. Yet I hold no sin against you, the Laserbolt of the here and now. May this cycle bring greater friendship than you could ever hope for. Bane, my old friend, indeed there is much to discuss, much that has changed between the last time we met and now. But all shall be answered in good time.

Each and every one of the Destined Ones felt all their pains and worries washed away, all their wounds and weaknesses healed, at least in part if not in whole, that which could not be solved with food and rest. And as for food, there was an abundance awaiting them as the Queen sat herself at the head of the table and beckoned for the rest to partake as they wished of the food of Avalon, which never fades nor spoils, such was the magic of that fair land.

With everypony occupied with the food, North Wind quickly snuck out of the castle and into the (night?) sky above.

Asterian walked as straight as he could over to the table, but he refused to sit down first. He waited there—scarred and starved—for the changeling to which he owed his life. He retracted a seat to the right of the queen, and waited for her daughter to join the table. Odd, he thought. I have never actually done this for a lady... Is it beca- Oh stop. She saved your life; you are returning the favor... So why to I feel so odd? Asterian suppressed his thoughts as he awaited the pink changeling princess to step forth and take her seat.

Chrysteel walks forward and says to Asterian holding a seat for him, "It is a blessing for a guest to offer a seat for their hostess, but it is a requirement for a hostess to offer a seat for her guests." She takes her set as offered by Asterian but also holds with her telekinesis the chairs for all who are here. Her power is clearly stronger then average for a changeling, even for her rank within a hive. She waits for the others to have a seat. "Please, everypony, have a seat and enjoy your meal. We can talk about much and answer your questions while we eat. Then if you need rest, I or one of the attendants can guide you to a room. If it is me you wish to guide you, all you need to do is ask. Rendia, please join us at this time. you are apart of this as well, my personal attendant." Rendia nods and takes a seat which is push gently in by Chrysteel. "Thank you princess. I know not what to say."

North Wind curled up on a cloud and quietly sobbed. Being called a prince brought back the memories of all of his friends who had been lost in the Scorching. "Slip Stream, Blizzard Bolt, Aurora Borealis, Arctic Storm, and Diamond Dust, if you can hear me, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have listened to the guards. I should've flew in and saved you. The Zephyros Kingdom might need its prince, but I need my best friends." He couldn't take it anymore. He was bawling like a foal, not that he was really that old anyways, Then he smacked himself for being an idiot, because if anypony heard him crying, they would ask him what's wrong, and then he'd have to explain.

As soon as Chrysteel gave Asterian the biscuits, he made up his mind and began eating. Although he was a pure-blood unicorn, he ate with his hooves, for his magic was inhibited by a suppressed trauma long forgotten. He ate whatever he could, but he did so with enough grace so as not toe seem ravenous or impolite.

After a short while, he turned to the royals to his left and said, "I thank you both kindly for this, your majesties. I can not describe what this means to me. I never would have imagined in a Tartarus as this that there was still such as thing as Generosity." Although Asterian himself did not notice, something changed inside him at that point. Merely understanding that there were kind and giving souls in the world put him at ease.