A few days later...
"Morgana, you got mail!" yelled the wooden elf.
"What are prattling about dear, I don't get correspondence." said Morgana poofing into the room.
"Tell her that." said pointing at an empty window. "I don't get it. She was just there and left you this."
said handing the letter.
"What's the commotion?" I asked.
"Your elf girlfriend is seeing stuff, and handing me... Royal Canterlotian Mail?" said examining the letter.
With haste she opened and read it until she finally declared, "Son of that BITCH!"
"Wow! Someone tick you off."
"What was the deliverer like?" asked with a stern tone.
"Ah... well a blonde woman, with a lazy eye in grey uniform..."
"Yeah... yeah... did she had wings?"
"Wings?" I asked.
"Now that you mention it, this is the fifth floor and she did get through the window."
"She is from Canterlot alright. What a pedantic loof."
"Wait care to explain a little."
"The citizen of Canterlot are a little magical bunch of twats, that use their innate power to spread sunshine
and happiness... a mile around them, just enough for their little patch of vision to be a delight. They make
me sick on so many levels. I usually send them the occasional giant locust plague once in a while. They sent
muffins in return."
"Cursed muffins?"
"Apple, banana and bran... quite tasty. It annoys me, they do it just to rub in my face that I..." and she
mumbled the next part "can't sense them if they don't want to."
"Ha! So they are more powerful than you?"
"Watch your tongue, if you don't to suddenly be the appetizer for a metric tonne of termites. Their magic is
more specialized, focus, constrain I'll call it. Most of them are one-trick-ponies. Small fries in the magical
scale of things." retorted Morgana.
"So what's the problem?"
"They declared WAR!"
"Canterlot?"
"More specifically the narcissistic Prince Blueblood"
"Oh please Morgana, I though you think higher of me, as it is suppose to." said a booming voice outside. And
it was hard to believe. It was a boat a floating boat suspended by a suspended sack of what Morgana referred
to filled with his own hot air.
"Of course, you of all people should ride a balloon powered by your own hot air." see I told she said it.
"Doing away with the traditional day and a half response period I see."
"Just hastening this already dreadful process, like you of all people would surrender." responded the prince,
who by the way had long wavy blonde hair and was wearing a white outfit with a coat, Morgana then told me that
was a tuxedo... I didn't get it either way, and waving a white wand. Beside him there was a troop of armored
soldiers.
"Well I don't take well on intruders so first I should deflate your ego, and then you." Morgana sent a blast
at the balloon but...
"Captain Shinning, if you may." said the prince.
"Yes sir. GNINNIHSDLEIHS" the boat was covered in a protective bubble that deflected the hex.
"And that's not all..." threatened the prince.