

Opaline Arcana
@burningSovereign
I am the once and true ruler of the lost city of Skyros; and amongst this, the sovereign of ponykind.
A massive creature beyond comprehension interfering in my plans means little when those plans must come to fruition in order for the future to exist. Canterlot falls- pony society shambles, and when Sunny Starscout resolves to unite them all, magic in turn risks its return, alongside I. For magic is that which has always guided all ponies in the end of any sort of race. I and my actions are inevitable. Though perhaps now, in the face of such larger players, I should grow to embrace a little bit more creativity. After all... for every creature that stands to embrace friendship, there must be something MUCH worse out there capable of doling a destruction so untold, so thorough, that nothing- not even friendship itself, can survive. Count your days, ponies. I will return.
We are beating a hasty retreat, Glitterbomb. From the past, to the future. Now.
Ponies exist only to serve Alicorns. Anything less is delusion. All creatures are beneath ponies, but most certainly beneath Alicorns most of all. Know this hierarchy. Acquaint with it, breathe it. It is the solemn truth.
I must make it emphatically clear; monarchies are not dictatorships. That being said, my monarchy functions alone, so really it would be both. I suppose it is a 'rectangle and square' kind of classification.
So this is where ponies both past and present exist. How quaint; to have lived this long and known a new outlet to seize and make my own. How it satisfies me to see such old memories and return them back to cinder where they BELONG. I AM THE RIGHTFUL HEIR OF EQUESTRIA AND THOSE WHO DO NOT KNEEL WILL /BURN WITH THE REST/.








