Rainbow Rocks Fluttershy の小説・ストーリー

I removed the substance that was covering me and I saw something that startled me Legs I screamed immediately and the door opened Two humans walked in I screamed again Human : wow Princess Gladys, you're awake. I screamed loudly and tried moving back Human : Princess Gladys are you okay? Me: Princess Gladys, no......... I'm Rainbow and I'm not a princess

He looked down and realised he was in white shorts, his shirt was equally just as white, he shrugged and started walking to the field of flowers. The closer he got the more awe he felt, this place was incredibly beautiful, the colors were so vivid and the air felt fresh and uncontaminated, there was an urge to run around the space and scream as loud as he could out of pure joy. He reached the flower field before he could give into the urge. The field was even more beautiful upclose. A bunch of colored lights rushed towards him and as they got closer they appeared to small humanoids with wings, “Fairies?” Asher asked with his mouth agape. “No! Don’t call us that!” A tiny voice belonging to a

He looked away and just focused on walking. We were busy walking until we heard animal cries, and that is when we saw a group of animals running down the mountain. I was about to turn around but I felt a shake on the ground. This isn't good. I grabbed Zale and started running towards the foot of the mountain, I stopped, looked at him, and asked, "Can you fly?" He nodded and I did the same and jumped on the tree leaving him on the ground. "Do you want to die or what? Jump and summon your wings!" I ordered him, he doesn't know what was going on. Since he lives far away from the mountains, of course, he wouldn't know what to do when there is a landslide bound to happen.

Flowers of every conceivable colour bloomed in harmony, their petals radiating a gentle, ethereal light. In the centre of the courtyard stood a majestic fountain crafted from what looked like ornately carved crystal. It sparkled in the ambient glow, casting tiny rainbows in the air. The clear water flowed gracefully, forming intricate patterns that seemed to dance to an unseen melody. Flickering butterflies with wings that glowed like precious gemstones flitted around the fountain, adding to the enchantment of the scene. On closer inspection, the flickering of the butterflies was actually them phasing between butterfly state and teeny tiny fairies.

Princess Cadence, Applejack, Fluttershy, Pinkamena, Rarity and Rainbow Dash looked at Bronyium’s Crown of Friendship and Gaming Love, Bronyium’s Keyblade. Applejack put her hat on top of Bronyium’s Keyblade “rest easy sugarcube” said Applejack and she left the Crystal Empire and headed back to Sweet Apple Acres, Fluttershy placed Bronyium’s necklace around Bronyium’s Keyblade “until we meet again Bronyium” said Fluttershy and she head back to her cottage, Pinkie Pie wrapped a group of balloons on the handle of Bronyium’s Keyblade “rest easy Bronyium my bestie” said Pinkie Pie and walked back to her rock farm, Rarity made a Diamond Rose and place on Bronyium’s Crown of Friendship “rest easy m

I gasped. Flowers bloomed across the entire meadow — their petals shimmering with hues I’d never seen before. While there were many types, most were shades of violet, glowing subtly like they held moonlight within them. Birds with feathers the color of sapphires fluttered past, and the fireflies around us transformed, taking the shape of butterflies with translucent wings that reflected our surroundings. “Welcome to the Forbidden Valley, Mauve Paleframe,” she said, her voice rich with reverence.

LYRA Everything is black, and then I hear a little voice counting. “One, Two, Four, Five, Seven…” Another voice breaks through the darkness in my mind. “Emerson,” the little voice squeals. “You have got the numbers all wrong again.” Slowly my vision comes into view, and I am in the stables at Silver Wolf. But the stables are different. The stalls are full of horses, they have never been full before. I slowly walk towards Snowflake’s stall, relishing in the feel of the straw underneath my feet. A feeling of shock overwhelms my body when I see her. Her beautiful white coat has turned gray, and she looks so much older. “Oh my sweet Snowflake,” I cry as she nuzzles her nose in my hair.

I was welcomed by a gushing wind of extraordinary aura from the centre of the room where Dorothy sat legs-crossed — wings outstretched behind her — and her eyes shut. Still baffled by the sight, I slipped in. The aura kept on spinning around her, making her seemingly barricaded from the rest of the world. I quickly cast my eyes around her room and filled them with warmness. Looking back at her, my eyes then caught sight of a big book with the word, “Butterflies”, and a smaller book that said, “Fairies”. Something inside me wanted me to rush right down to it and grab it, still, all I could do was keep watching from where I stood.

With his hand in my own and the churning sea surrounding me, I leaped and twirled just as Adelina and Alette had taught me. I was hyper aware of everything, and time seemed to still when rounded petals began to rain down from the sky. Unlike the flowers on the arches, the ones that spiraled down weren’t white in color. Pale shades of pink and yellow, blue, and purple rained like velvet soft confetti. “Looks like Micah’s helping Tyra with her magic.” I heard Atlas murmur in my ear, his eyes trained on where they stood twenty feet away. I could see the way her chest would rise and fall rapidly, her eyes wide as Micah whispered in her ear.

that world, dragons.She spent her days in a radiant natural palace made of mountains and ice.Sitting alone. Not that she knew anything else.Thus time passed, until, on a hot spring day, a butterfly flew between the mountains and glaciers, and as if it were only there for this cause, it lands on the wrist of the fairy.The fairy has no reaction at all, nor does she move, she stands there as she has for a long time, staring at the blue and black wings of the butterfly. This one stays there for a few moments, spreading its wings as if it were going to stretch just to close it then, suddenly as if it had changed its mind, flaps its wings again, and passes through the colossal columns of ice, dis