18th August 1903. Sheen, under the great hall
It would appear there is no other group of people trapped in a place they can hide. When I woke up I heard some excitable chatter like that of young girls before they would go away to finishing school, though there was a tone like it was coming up out of a quarry pit. I crept to the so-called window and looked out to see the most of these equine titans I had ever seen! It was shocking how many there were, almost every one covered in a brightly coloured coat of horse hair, all with prominent marks upon their hind flanks that conveyed some very specific ideas, their manes came in a whole array of styles from the wild windswept look expected among such creatures as the ponies of the New Forest to extraordinarily detailed coiffures that ladies of quality would've paid several pounds for. Some of them actually wore items upon their bodies, maybe a hat of some sort but others appeared to have donned anything from bow-ties to dickey shirt-fronts. I saw the larger red one among the mass, which seemed to have a heavy collar draped on its shoulders, and could now see a key feature that seemed to crop up occasionally among these giants; most of them have muzzles that her rather round at the top like a snub-nose but a few have more squared muzzles and are often slightly taller than the others. I suspect that this is a feature that marks out the different genders of their kind, though I cannot be certain just yet.
Looking at their bodies looming over the remains of the town I noticed that there seemed to be a slight imbalance in the distribution of their races, for want of a better word. Most of them were fairly simple in design, lacking any more features than would be expected on a horse, with a substantial minority that were unicorns and I would've said that the Pegasus types were the rarest of them all, though a later observation would prove otherwise. Their tremendous size was certainly intimidating when presented with such a quantity, but what left my gawping was that I could hear their chitter-chatter. I could hear them speaking English! I don't really know how, though. Did they suddenly find a way to learn our language in the space of a day or had something happened to influence the way my mind could take in the sounds they made?
I struggle to pick apart all the details of the conversations that were taking place, as it was just as mixed up as any marketplace conversations that could've been understood, and the volume of their voices ringing off all the walls that were left didn't offer much chance to pick up on one thread. I heard some remarks about "prisoners" and "the little humans" that made my blood run cold, though the tone seemed strangely light-hearted. Just then a heavy sound occurred that made me turn towards the looming wall of their latest house, watching the door begin to open up made me determine that our hide-out was lying just by the corner of the front of the house on the right side if one was looking at it straight on. I didn't quite realise at the time but it seems that the act of opening the door attracted the attention of the other colossal equines. I watched with bated breath in anticipation of still more gigantic horses arriving, but what thundered out of the house was so much... more.
The hoof that emerged seemed to be bigger than any other I had managed to see, a brilliant alabaster white leg rolled down with a strange elegance to a hoof that I can only describe as being clad in a golden horseshoe, though I do not believe it's the kind of horseshoe that is nailed in. Looking all the way up I saw the chest of this latest colossus emerge with a golden peytral hanging from the shoulder blades, staring past this I saw the head of the titan emerge. The structure of its face seemed nearer to actual horses compared to the others but most shocking of all was the mane; that it consisted of more than one colour wasn't a shock as I had seen the sky-blue Pegasus type with at least six colours in it mane, but this creature here had a mane that seemed to blow in a wind that wasn't there, the colours shifting from one strand to the next in less than a second by my estimation. As it stepped fully into view I saw that this was the biggest of them all, almost twice as large as most of the others. It had a horn suggesting it was one of the unicorn types, though it was longer and I daresay sharper than most, but then as it moved forwards I saw two brilliantly white wings on its side and a tail that mirrored its mane in every way. On the hind flank I saw a prominent sun-like shape.
I couldn't take much more of this creature in when it called out to the assembly, its voice was as smooth as silk and rolled across the landscape like it was a mother addressing its children in a nursery. Henceforth I should write the apparent gender of each of these beasts as they're touched upon.
"My little ponies," She declared, "I wish to offer my heartfelt thanks to all of you who participated in this operation." I turned over to the rest of these creatures, figuring that they consider themselves 'ponies' despite their immense size, and saw that they were all rising from what I could only call a bow, though I do think that a couple seemed to be in a less deferential posture. I know that this has been a difficult decision for many of you, as we do not typically resort to such an aggressive solution, but the nature of life in this world requires that we take a very strong physical position before harmony can be brought to bear thoroughly. As I understand it, the local horses can be rendered into suitable mediators, though their prospects must be carefully considered. I'm sure not all of them would be quite as excited about stepping over the rooftops of the human homes as they might initially seem. I didn't really pay much more attention to her speech at this point, having slumped down on the floor in shock of what this implied. The main issue in my mind at the time was that there was a plan among them to turn Earth horses into their own kind, but now I'm more concerned about the remarks made about them not typically being inclined towards invading but that their sentiments about life on Earth made them feel obliged to attack us. I dread what they intend to do with humanity.
The curate came up to the window while I was slumped in this manner. His expression made me think that he was just as horrified by the apparent future of mankind, but then I heard a tremendous roar of a voice. The gigantic hoofsteps don't really register with me as much as before, so I conclude that I must've missed the next 'pony' to emerge from the latest structure. When the ringing in my ears stopped I noticed that he was curled up on the opposite wall, trembling. I looked back out and could now see another of the latest breed was standing just off to the side of the alabaster one, closer to our hide-out. This wasn't quite as massive as the first but was still taller than most, a deep soft blue coat with strangely violet-blue horseshoes in the same kind of style as the first but with what I could only call more glittery, a peytral in a similar colour but more silvery and less glittery adorned the chest and I could now see a tiara of some kind up the head. The mane and tail, though, they were something else; while they flowed in a manner similar to the first this was almost like looking upon the night sky if the black of space was replaced with a dark blue.
"OUR TRIUMPH HAS YET TO BE REALISED." That was all I heard from her before my hearing closed up in a long ringing, forcing me back towards the cellar in the hopes of recovering while evading any chance of being discovered. I daren't make any sound as I couldn't tell if these ponies could hear while I couldn't after the intense wall of sound made by the second of these unicorn-Pegasus creatures.
By the time I could return to the parlour I could discern a multitude of giant hoofsteps occurring. Looking out of the window I saw that the alabaster titan was stretched out in a relaxed posture comparable to a housecat on the opposite crater wall and the purple unicorn I first saw was sitting across from her, the horn lit up in that dreaded magenta glow as I saw various items of our civilisation being floated in front of what I soon learned was a member of royalty to them. I saw a few of the carriages from the train I had hoped would take me to Surbiton being laid in front of her golden horseshoes and swallowed a little bile that had developed, for the distance allowed me to comprehend that all our best developments are little more than children's toys to these gargantuan ponies. At this point the unicorn spoke.
"Do you think Rainbow Dash will be able to manage, Princess?" Her voice rang out in a tone that conveyed deep concern, such as I might've exhibited for my maid had she been left behind in Woking.
"I see no real reason to worry, my dear Twilight. I've found she's always ready to take on a challenge." There was a noise like a suppressed chuckle at this time. There was a suggestion of a smile on the unicorn's muzzle, who I shall consider as being named 'Twilight' from now on.
"That's true enough, but the cannon fire we received a couple of days ago was only ineffective because I raised a shield. She's gonna be taking on shipping without any unicorn's help." This remark made me start, thinking that this could offer a vulnerability that could be exploited by the right kind of ambush while I was also faced with the implication that they were already bringing the fight to the navy. I wonder which of these colossal ponies was the 'Rainbow Dash' they were talking about.
Despite all my worries about my family, my country, even my fellow man, right now I'm more worried about the curate.
It would appear there is no other group of people trapped in a place they can hide. When I woke up I heard some excitable chatter like that of young girls before they would go away to finishing school, though there was a tone like it was coming up out of a quarry pit. I crept to the so-called window and looked out to see the most of these equine titans I had ever seen! It was shocking how many there were, almost every one covered in a brightly coloured coat of horse hair, all with prominent marks upon their hind flanks that conveyed some very specific ideas, their manes came in a whole array of styles from the wild windswept look expected among such creatures as the ponies of the New Forest to extraordinarily detailed coiffures that ladies of quality would've paid several pounds for. Some of them actually wore items upon their bodies, maybe a hat of some sort but others appeared to have donned anything from bow-ties to dickey shirt-fronts. I saw the larger red one among the mass, which seemed to have a heavy collar draped on its shoulders, and could now see a key feature that seemed to crop up occasionally among these giants; most of them have muzzles that her rather round at the top like a snub-nose but a few have more squared muzzles and are often slightly taller than the others. I suspect that this is a feature that marks out the different genders of their kind, though I cannot be certain just yet.
Looking at their bodies looming over the remains of the town I noticed that there seemed to be a slight imbalance in the distribution of their races, for want of a better word. Most of them were fairly simple in design, lacking any more features than would be expected on a horse, with a substantial minority that were unicorns and I would've said that the Pegasus types were the rarest of them all, though a later observation would prove otherwise. Their tremendous size was certainly intimidating when presented with such a quantity, but what left my gawping was that I could hear their chitter-chatter. I could hear them speaking English! I don't really know how, though. Did they suddenly find a way to learn our language in the space of a day or had something happened to influence the way my mind could take in the sounds they made?
I struggle to pick apart all the details of the conversations that were taking place, as it was just as mixed up as any marketplace conversations that could've been understood, and the volume of their voices ringing off all the walls that were left didn't offer much chance to pick up on one thread. I heard some remarks about "prisoners" and "the little humans" that made my blood run cold, though the tone seemed strangely light-hearted. Just then a heavy sound occurred that made me turn towards the looming wall of their latest house, watching the door begin to open up made me determine that our hide-out was lying just by the corner of the front of the house on the right side if one was looking at it straight on. I didn't quite realise at the time but it seems that the act of opening the door attracted the attention of the other colossal equines. I watched with bated breath in anticipation of still more gigantic horses arriving, but what thundered out of the house was so much... more.
The hoof that emerged seemed to be bigger than any other I had managed to see, a brilliant alabaster white leg rolled down with a strange elegance to a hoof that I can only describe as being clad in a golden horseshoe, though I do not believe it's the kind of horseshoe that is nailed in. Looking all the way up I saw the chest of this latest colossus emerge with a golden peytral hanging from the shoulder blades, staring past this I saw the head of the titan emerge. The structure of its face seemed nearer to actual horses compared to the others but most shocking of all was the mane; that it consisted of more than one colour wasn't a shock as I had seen the sky-blue Pegasus type with at least six colours in it mane, but this creature here had a mane that seemed to blow in a wind that wasn't there, the colours shifting from one strand to the next in less than a second by my estimation. As it stepped fully into view I saw that this was the biggest of them all, almost twice as large as most of the others. It had a horn suggesting it was one of the unicorn types, though it was longer and I daresay sharper than most, but then as it moved forwards I saw two brilliantly white wings on its side and a tail that mirrored its mane in every way. On the hind flank I saw a prominent sun-like shape.
I couldn't take much more of this creature in when it called out to the assembly, its voice was as smooth as silk and rolled across the landscape like it was a mother addressing its children in a nursery. Henceforth I should write the apparent gender of each of these beasts as they're touched upon.
"My little ponies," She declared, "I wish to offer my heartfelt thanks to all of you who participated in this operation." I turned over to the rest of these creatures, figuring that they consider themselves 'ponies' despite their immense size, and saw that they were all rising from what I could only call a bow, though I do think that a couple seemed to be in a less deferential posture. I know that this has been a difficult decision for many of you, as we do not typically resort to such an aggressive solution, but the nature of life in this world requires that we take a very strong physical position before harmony can be brought to bear thoroughly. As I understand it, the local horses can be rendered into suitable mediators, though their prospects must be carefully considered. I'm sure not all of them would be quite as excited about stepping over the rooftops of the human homes as they might initially seem. I didn't really pay much more attention to her speech at this point, having slumped down on the floor in shock of what this implied. The main issue in my mind at the time was that there was a plan among them to turn Earth horses into their own kind, but now I'm more concerned about the remarks made about them not typically being inclined towards invading but that their sentiments about life on Earth made them feel obliged to attack us. I dread what they intend to do with humanity.
The curate came up to the window while I was slumped in this manner. His expression made me think that he was just as horrified by the apparent future of mankind, but then I heard a tremendous roar of a voice. The gigantic hoofsteps don't really register with me as much as before, so I conclude that I must've missed the next 'pony' to emerge from the latest structure. When the ringing in my ears stopped I noticed that he was curled up on the opposite wall, trembling. I looked back out and could now see another of the latest breed was standing just off to the side of the alabaster one, closer to our hide-out. This wasn't quite as massive as the first but was still taller than most, a deep soft blue coat with strangely violet-blue horseshoes in the same kind of style as the first but with what I could only call more glittery, a peytral in a similar colour but more silvery and less glittery adorned the chest and I could now see a tiara of some kind up the head. The mane and tail, though, they were something else; while they flowed in a manner similar to the first this was almost like looking upon the night sky if the black of space was replaced with a dark blue.
"OUR TRIUMPH HAS YET TO BE REALISED." That was all I heard from her before my hearing closed up in a long ringing, forcing me back towards the cellar in the hopes of recovering while evading any chance of being discovered. I daren't make any sound as I couldn't tell if these ponies could hear while I couldn't after the intense wall of sound made by the second of these unicorn-Pegasus creatures.
By the time I could return to the parlour I could discern a multitude of giant hoofsteps occurring. Looking out of the window I saw that the alabaster titan was stretched out in a relaxed posture comparable to a housecat on the opposite crater wall and the purple unicorn I first saw was sitting across from her, the horn lit up in that dreaded magenta glow as I saw various items of our civilisation being floated in front of what I soon learned was a member of royalty to them. I saw a few of the carriages from the train I had hoped would take me to Surbiton being laid in front of her golden horseshoes and swallowed a little bile that had developed, for the distance allowed me to comprehend that all our best developments are little more than children's toys to these gargantuan ponies. At this point the unicorn spoke.
"Do you think Rainbow Dash will be able to manage, Princess?" Her voice rang out in a tone that conveyed deep concern, such as I might've exhibited for my maid had she been left behind in Woking.
"I see no real reason to worry, my dear Twilight. I've found she's always ready to take on a challenge." There was a noise like a suppressed chuckle at this time. There was a suggestion of a smile on the unicorn's muzzle, who I shall consider as being named 'Twilight' from now on.
"That's true enough, but the cannon fire we received a couple of days ago was only ineffective because I raised a shield. She's gonna be taking on shipping without any unicorn's help." This remark made me start, thinking that this could offer a vulnerability that could be exploited by the right kind of ambush while I was also faced with the implication that they were already bringing the fight to the navy. I wonder which of these colossal ponies was the 'Rainbow Dash' they were talking about.
Despite all my worries about my family, my country, even my fellow man, right now I'm more worried about the curate.
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