My Little Pony Flash Sentry Novels & Stories

" This foolish boy should stop trying, the dark is way more powerful than his stupid preachy talks" Alvara looked down at everyone gathered around the Grand Park. She could see their terrified faces but still, behind those terrified faces were eyes shinning with hope and expectations. Just then the Sentinels arrived. They all stepped out of the car, positioning themselves ever ready to start shooting. But on seeing Alvara, their jaw dropped to the floor. They didn't even realize when their guns fell from their hands. Spotting the Sentinels, Alvara's anger glared up making the dark force in her take control once again.

"And my Mommy says we don't go anywhere with people who smell like fear. It means they’re about to do something cowardly." ​The room temperature plummeted instantly. A thin, jagged layer of frost began to climb up the legs of Elder Thorne’s chair, the ice crackling in the silence. Maya and Ren stepped up to join their brother, their small hands beginning to glow with a soft, ethereal silver mist that started to swirl around the room like a localized storm. ​"The Silver Force," Thorne breathed, his face turning a sickly shade of pale. "They aren't just Sentinels. They are already Manifesting... at five years old? It’s impossible".

Magic exploded from his palm—silver fire. It seared my shoulder, but I didn’t stop. I lunged again, this time biting down hard on his arm until I heard the snap. He fell screaming. Two Sentinels turned toward me—but Killian was already there. Sword flashing. Cutting one down with a precise strike that sent his helmet flying. The third—taller, broader, bearing the Council’s obsidian insignia—grabbed a child by the scruff of the neck. A whimper. Tiny. Frozen.

I concentrated the light into a brilliant, blinding flash. Flash and strike! I aimed the light right at Justin’s eyes. The flash exploded. Justin howled, a sound of pain and utter surprise, stumbling backward, momentarily blinded by the sheer, holy light of the Queen Luna. “Now!” I screamed. Fenris didn’t need another invitation. He lunged, clamping his jaws around Justin’s front leg. He shook his head violently, a growl tearing from his throat. Justin screamed again, a human sound mixed with the wolf's agony. He pulled his leg free, but his movements were instantly slower.

Suddenly the ground shook and a man appeared out of the fog before they could move another step. --- The Sentinel, a soaring figure of light and stone with eyes that glowed with an old, flaming intensity, was unlike anything they had ever seen. The grove echoed with the boom of its voice. “Who dares trespass upon sacred ground?” Lena stepped forward, her heart pounding. “We come seeking the fountain’s waters. The Heartwood is dying, and we need its light to heal it.” The Sentinel’s gaze bore into her, unyielding. “The fountain’s waters are not for mortals to take. They are bound by ancient law, reserved only for those who prove themselves worthy.”

Ari staggered, gripping Kaima’s arm. “It’s reacting… to us.” Siran turned slowly, eyes scanning the horizon. The floating spirals were no longer inert; they moved with purpose, weaving toward specific points old Pact sanctums, ruins, and untouched bloomfields alike. “It’s converging,” she said. “The bloom is sending out… sentinels. Or messages. Or both.” The first sentinel arrived in the east a figure made entirely of remembered failure. Its body rippled like water, shifting constantly to display a hundred outcomes of choice gone wrong. Wherever it touched, the soil blackened. Bloomed plants withered instantly. Animals fled in terror.

The forest seemed alive in a way that went beyond the ordinary. Every leaf, every branch, every root pulsed subtly with energy, attuned to Aria’s heartbeat and the surge of the Pulse inside her. The sentinels had broken formation, hesitating as they tried to recalibrate their attack. The prime sentinel moved closer, cautious but deliberate, his silver eyes scanning her with a mixture of calculation and respect.

I frowned and took a step back, instinctively retreating from his abrupt hostility. But his hand landed over mine as if to hold me there. “Fey.” He answered in way of an apology. "They gift the Sentinels to carry a message to anyone who seems in dire enough need, the fey deem help necessary."

"There is little else to do down here. I cannot leave this place. I might as well broker for something that might be worth my while." Cassy swallowed, and shut her eyes as she asked, "What is it that you want?" "That one," the sorcerer said, pointing at the young sentry whose name was Seth. Not a day older than nineteen. "Give him to me. The young ones taste better." The sentry stood perfectly still, even if his eyes had widened with fear, and the scent of it had covered the smell of cloy and decay in the dungeons. Cassy stared at the sorcerer for all of three seconds before muttering, "You're insane. You touch one of mine and that day you lose your hands."

He was the ghost in the machine, and the machine was now the size of a continent. A door hissed open, and a figure entered. It was a Sentinel 3.0, a terrifying fusion of human bone and Aether-tech carbon. It didn't have a face, only a vertical slit of violet light that acted as a multi-spectral sensor. It didn't carry a gun; its entire right forearm was a sonic lance, capable of liquefying a werewolf’s internal organs with a single burst. "The 'Chosen One' has left the mountains," the Sentinel reported, its voice a synthesized drone. "The Prism is stable. The 'Anomalous Chord' is being modulated by a creative frequency."