She harbours a sword within her unquiet roaring heart,
Arya listened from a distance. Moment by moment she inched her way closer to the pair of pegasi that told their stories. Once she was close enough she nestled herself on the ground and listened attentively to the male’s story. When it seemed as though he had finished, a grin passed over her lips as she sprung to her feet and practically bounced on her hooves. “I have so many wonderful stories to!! Let me tell you one!” For a moment she stopped as she dug through her archives of tales her father told her. The child filly felt her grin expand as one of her favorites came to mind.
In a land far from here there lies a group of women that are wild as the four winds. They are bound to no castle, crown, or man. Some called them amazons and others the Valkyries. They simply called themselves the Sisters. Blood was not what tied them, but their need and mutual love and respect. Amongst this group was young mare by the name of Lysippe, a beautiful unicorn mare. Many said she was wild even for the Sisters. Others also said she was fairest of the sisters. Her hair was the color of moonshine an her body like the starlight.
As they traversed through a land, Lysippe separated herself from her sisters to bathe. Twilight came while she bathed in a shallow brook. Unknown to her was that a young prince had stumbled across her in the midst of his patrols. Eythil was his name, and he was tall, strong, and fair. Some would say he fell in love with Lysippe at first glance. Others say he was simply filled with intrigue.
Lysippe would gaze up at the prince and simply give him a sly smirk. Without a single word she fled from the scene and left him in silence. When she returned to her sisters, she was faced a severe scolding from her superiors for wandering off. That moment beside the brook remained ingrained in her mind and the look of awe upon Eythil’s face.
All the while, the prince would return home to his father’s palace. He would tell his father of the strange silver mare. Eythil told his father he wished for nothing more than to see the mare again. The king, who was being slowly consumed by madness, would fulfill his son’s desires. He sent out hundreds of soldiers to find this mysterious mare. They would find her in twilight dancing in the forest, alone.
The silver maiden would notice the guards but paid them little mind. For she thought they were on a patrol and nothing more. Their superior numbers made capturing the mare little challenge, though Lysippe would put up a great fight.
Lysippe would be presented before the king the next morning. At his side was the prince and he stared in wide eyed shock at the presence of the beautiful maiden. What the king did not know was precisely how wild the silver maiden was. She would spit venom at Eythil and his father. While the king was offended, Eythil simply found himself more and more intrigued by the mare. After she said her piece, the king dismissed her to his son’s quarters. Eythil wasted no time and met the mare in his chambers.
Something sparked between them that night. They spoke the evening away and laughed together. By the end of the night, Lysippe could feel something fluttering in her stomach. She wouldn’t admit to the blooming love as she slipped into the chambers.
Day after day, Lysippe would be brought to Eythil and they would talk. Day after day, her love for him grew but she remained in utter denial of her feelings. She couldn’t love him while she was caged within his castle. There would be times where she would just sit and long for her Sisters, though she feared them long gone by now. Hope of reuniting with her beloved clan faded as the weeks turned to months.
Her Sister’s hadn’t forgotten her, but fled. For in the north brewed an evil dark and foul. A necromancer by the name of Kore brewed up forces in her icy fortress. She sought conquest and turned her gaze upon the land of Eythil’s father. With an army of living and undead she marched upon the elegant city of the king. Fear struck into the heart of the people. In a fit of madness the king declared hope was lost and threw himself into a vat of flames.
A crown and a country falling to shambles would be thrust upon Eythil. The young king would nearly crumble under the pressure. Lysippe, who still remained captive in his halls, met with the young king. She condemned his father’s cowardice and called for the soldiers to bare arms. The silver maiden cared little for the country. She solely cared for the well being of the stallion who had stolen her heart.
Together they roused the troops and met Kore in battle. Lysippe led the charge right beside Eythil. She fought as one of the people. Valiantly the people fought and it seemed as though victory was nigh. Kore drove a devastating blow.
The necromancer and the king fought. Lysippe watched from a distance as Kore struck Eythil down with her dark magic. The silver maiden would give out a mournful shriek that broke through the heavens. She would charge against the necromancer and pierce her heart. All of the undead that were at her command fell to still corpses. Her other soldiers watched as their seemingly immortal mistress fell victim to a mere mortal. The remainder of Lysippe’s forces were rallied together in one last purge of the evil from their land.
Eythil would pass before the battle’s end. They buried him in the hall of kings. Many believed chaos would ensue with no male heir to the throne. As one final act of love, Lysippe would rise to rule as the queen. Throughout the land she became known as the Silver Queen and the Lionhearted. Men were outraged by the rise of a queen rather than a king upon the throne. Lysippe would face great judgment within her first years as queen, but in time she proved herself to be a just and fair queen.
Within her seventh year of ruling, her Sisters came to her and reveled in the Silver Queen’s accomplishments. They settled within her kingdom and lived in peace there.
Lysippe would never forget her love for Eythil, but she would wed within her eighth year of ruling. It would be to her consort, Edward. They made a balanced pair and would rule together and have three daughters and a single son together.
It can be said, they lived happily ever after.
[I-I am so sorry about how much of a monster this is. Liquefying time to before she got her throat slit. ]
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