This story was originally post on July 10th 2008
This is day one of the News From Poughkeepsie Challenge. Just 29 more to go. This one was a little bit of a surprise when I checked Murverse this morning and found this topic I knew it would be a bit of a challenge. It was fun to write, but don’t expect me to start writing scripts for the My Pretty Pony cartoons any time soon.
The New from Poughkeepise Day # 70
The world of My Pretty Pony is one beset by war and strife. Their society started innocently enough, with the branding of the young ones with cute icons, but later those brands became akin to gang signs, and the ponies would group together based on nothing more than signs. Astronomical signs vs water signs was a particularly bloody war, and the heart signs vs rainbow signs was tense, but stable, until recently. It breaks my heart to look at them and know the bloody past. The gang members keep branding new foals to keep the cycle of violence up, and it will take a talented mediator to end the decades-long hatred.
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Five sets of ponies stood in groups around the forest glen. In the center was a table, that was what the mediator had requested. But as of yet he had not showed and he was over an hour late.
“This is getting old,” Surefoot said, shaking his purple blue mane.
“The only thing old here is you,” Came a shout from the astrosigns group.
“That is right hide behind your friends, don’t bother to show our face. You astro’s have always been cowards.” He spat the words out and swishing his ultra long blue tail.
“We came here to make peace Surefoot and you know it. Now stop.” Rightfeather said, his mane was long and green but streaked with gray.
“That is right old man,” Surefoot said moving a little more into the clearing lifting his tail so that it would not drag on the ground. “You would not want that young foal to get blood all over this pretty table.”
“Enough!” Rainbowcloud said stomping his fore hoof and tossing his blue mane “We have come here for peace and you do nothing but fight.”
“Oh great the rainbows think are in charge here.”
“Not in charge just level headed. If we are to make peace then this is not going to help us.”
“What do you know of peace Rainbowcloud,” This time from the Heart camp. “You led the massacre in the glen three years ago. You killed innocent ponies as if their lives meant nothing.”
“Hearts are never truly innocent. They are born with the sins of their fathers on them.”
“And the Rainbows are any different,” Another voice from Heart camp. The two groups drew so close to each other that their flanks touched.
“You Hearts are all the same, you talk but are not brave enough to show our face.” Rainbowcloud said stomping his hoof.
“I am not afraid of you Rainbowcloud.” said a voice from behind. A pony pushed his way to the front. He was no bigger then then rest of them but they all gasped as he came forward. His tale was almost completely cut off and this mane was tattered. He had a brand but it was obscured by dark lines.
“Goldheart, we thought you were…” Rightfeather trailed off
“Dead, no I was not dead, but I have been among the gods. I was once the most beautiful of all of you, and the first to go to war. But the gods have punished me for my vanity and my lack of respect for their creations.”
“You are the mediator?” Surefoot snorted.
“But you are a heart how can we trust,” He was cut off as Glodheart charged him knocking him down and pining him under his front hooves. Several of the Hearts cheered but, Goldheart rounded on them and kicked and bit several of them.
“You can trust me only to kill those who are not here to make peace.” He said panting over a heart pony that he had knocked to the ground. “My life is over. The gods have so proclaimed it, but it does not have to be the same for you. Come all of you, gather around the table and we will talk peace.”
“But, Goldheart, why a table, ponies have no use for tables?”
“Because this is the way the gods do it. They gather around a table to discuss things of importance. And this is of the greatest importance.” They all moved around the table and began to discuss a peace deal.
Then all was frozen, as Suzie reached down and picked up Goldheart. “Oh poor Goldheart. You were so pretty.” She said petting what was left of his tail. She walked out of the room holding her beloved pony. “Mom Timmy has been in my stuff again!”
The Mediator by Jeffrey Hite is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
Based on a work at greathites.blogspot.com.
4 thoughts on “The Mediator”
That darn Timmy! LOL>>Love where you went with this. I wasn’t sure how you were going to pull it off.
That is the thing. I think this is one of my worst stories, so I don’t know if I did pull it off.
As a trained mediator (seriously, I have a degree and everything) this struck me as hilarious.
It is one of those stories that can strike your funny bone just right. I wrote this one so long ago, that I forgot how it ended. I am really glad you liked it. The idea of ponies at war was kind of interesting to me. The little brother thing is kind of a funny story too. My wife said she used to still her younger sisters ponies and pull their tails out because, while she hated the things, they made great squirt guns for the bath. That is where the ending came from.