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			<title>Vanil posted a blog.</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[//Wee woo wee woo simple sentences, mention of canon character, and general cringe ahead//


The queen's attention shifted, to where she and her people now hold dominion. She gave thought about her arrival here; what she told her followers; how many believed her words of a haven in the mountains, and with little to no questions. More importantly, of how when they arrived, there was...nothing.

No queen, no drones, yet minimal signs of conflict; nothing substantial to indicate if their society collapsed or if they themselves went through their own exodus. Regardless, the previous occupants were completely absent. A vacant kingdom, and its Hollow Shades below, as if it had been awaiting them all this time, for a new queen.

Inevitable that her mind would turn firther back into the past. Crystal streets still gleaming under black skies of the most stormy of days. Life felt normal, but noticeably off.Silence and an odd sense of acceptance where dissent would have been. This was probably where Cadenza's brand of fear came into play. Structured, yet emotionally chaotic in ways neither she nor her subjects could quite recall, aside from that it was supposedly intertwined in daily life.

What she could clearly remember, was looking behind at the border; the dome protecting the Crystal Kingdom from the forever harsh winters of The Far North, and the twinkling silhouettes of her flock from its shining brilliance. Beckoning them to return, but they know better, and kept trudging into uncertainty under the cover of perpetual darkness and unrelenting blizzards, away from Omelas.

Seen as a savior, and now queen. These weren't roles she had asked for, but they weren't ones she could afford to mishandle. But she is aware. She sees it in the way they carry themselves in her presence, or the rooms she had previously set hoof in...

Still, the manner of their arrival remains a concern. Security and patrol reports ruled out blind spots and infiltration. Something that could slip past all manner of wards and defenses, and simply be. She then consulted her court mages, which served to give more weight to the guards' rumor that this stranger is indeed of another realm. 

Vanil’s gaze lifted toward the sealed doors, as if expecting a guard or another stranger to be eavesdropping, or rearing to barge in. Paranoia begin to flare up again. Her hooves felt restless, so she stood from her throne, and started pacing about the hall.
"If one can arrive," she monologued, struggling to maintain a steady voice, "others can." What if others would not arrive lost and disoriented? What if they arrived with purpose before they even cross whatever boundaries to reach here? Can they do it anywhere, anytime? Is it just the one, or are there already more? 

This made the stranger significant, especially given their method of entry and possible origin. Vanil’s ears flicked slightly as she pontificates. The stranger had shown fear, probably. Confusion, certainly. But not reverence. Not the quiet, instinctive deference Vanil had grown accustomed to among her own. She had been looked at directly. No higher expectation. Maybe a lower assumption.

Unaligned, and therefore:
Unpredictable, but useful.
Dangerous, but equally valuable.

She ceased her pacing in front of the doors. It's nearly time for her to speak with them, anyway. "A variable," she concluded. One she had not accounted for, and would need to understand quickly.]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 09 May 2026 17:53:04 +0000</pubDate>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 09 May 2026 06:04:50 +0000</pubDate>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 08 May 2026 18:21:28 +0000</pubDate>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 06 May 2026 06:22:32 +0000</pubDate>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 05 May 2026 00:46:20 +0000</pubDate>
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			<title>Vanil shared a video</title>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 04 May 2026 04:47:40 +0000</pubDate>
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			<title>Vanil posted a blog.</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[[left]//AU of Vanil set within a theoretical timeline within the mirror world of the IDW run of MLP. Beep beep mentions of canon character(s), mediocre writing and cringe up ahead. You've been warned//[/left]
[left]
The murmurs and chatter in the throne room continued long after the stranger (you) had left the court. Vanil hadn't come to an absolute decision, yet, but for the moment they (you) are to be treated with hospitality, albeit with extremely limited access on castle grounds. A single tap on the armrest of her throne, and a wave of her hoof, unicorn queen dismissed the court with a reassuring smile. Advisors bowed, guards withdrew, and the great doors sealed with a low, resonant hum that lingered longer than usual. Silence reclaimed the hall. Only then did she allow herself to ponder on all that had transpired so far.
Her eyes gazed across the chamber, measured and quiet. Eyes unmoving within a throne room that had been modified with a fusion of two identities, or depending on perspective, the tacking of one over the other. The underlying architecture: arched, hexagonal patterns, unmistakably of hive origin and the warm, familiar banners, and furnishing of pony design. Above her, filtered light slipped through sparse skylines carved through the mountain itself, allowing sunlight to reflect off the still polished surfaces of the floors to light up the entire room. It was awe-inspiring, to say the least, even to those who have called the castle home for while at this point. The skylines and all manner of quirks of the interior, everything was intentional, unlike the stranger's appearance in the heart of the castle. 
Past the outer tunnels. The patrols. Past wards layered over years. Past other security redundancies she had insisted upon which bordered on paranoia. Past...it. Past everything she had built here.

Vanil exhaled slowly, relaxing her tense jaws, and let her gaze shift back to the skylines, in hopes to further clear her mind.

Beyond the mountain’s base lay the front: the shell kingdom of Emrald, once known to many as The Hollow Shades. Not the most creative name, admittedly, but the people have spoken and the name stuck. Relatively new, small, and unassuming, but precisely as visible as it needed to be. Trade caravans came and went, trading salt from deep mineral seams, and gems (hence the name) mined from the mountain’s veins in exchange for, the most part, foodstuffs. No one looked too closely at a kingdom that offered such value and asked for little, especially one coveted by far larger, stronger kingdoms as a promising trade ally. An upstart, yes, but a sensible one given its location and exports. A (mostly) neutral trading hub is the insurance. Its protection. 

And before it all. Deeper within the ranges of Foal Mountains...

An entire hidden population of crystal ponies who had followed one mare into uncertainty, whom now lived within walls that were never meant for them, but kept them safe nonetheless. This former hive kingdom runs with its own politics. Emrald is the cheerful veneer covering the shaky stability only Vanil knew. Her mind began reflecting on something else: her allies.

Vanil’s jaw tightened slightly.
The list had never been long, nor did it need to be. Discretion demanded restraint, after all. The dragons remain the most potent steadfast ally of Emrald, though the origin of their alliance are essentially from the import of high-quality gemstones. Yakyakistan, who also import gems, remained untrustworthy but neutral, for the gems they procured were to be tribute for The Crystal Empire. Almost no news from King Sombra, and no scouts could make it past the joint blockades set by Canterlot and The Crystal Empire. Rumor has it that he had a similar encounter with someone from the other side, and that was what grew the ire of two kingdoms. Who truly knows? But it must have been of such significance that the diarchs of Canterlot personally oversaw this blockade. No responses from the Diamond Dogs, or Chrysalis, the kirins or the southern enclaves. She did not resent them, though their absence was difficult to ignore. Each silence narrowed her margins in properly securing Emrald, and with it, the hive. Options were running low, and none of the ones available happen to be all that appealing.

It could be her ever-present paranoia, but Vanil believes that at some point, one way or another, rumors of the hive will spread. When it does, those not in the know might start looking closer, and dig. Cadence would notice, if she hadn't noticed already...
Vanil’s expression shifted from tense but deadpan, to a slight scowl, not one of anger, but one with recognition.

Fear shaped Cadence’s rule, among her subjects and herself. On her end, the fear wasn't irrational, but the kind that lingered, informed decisions, sharpened her perception. It made her careful, watchful, and ever so persistent. She had perfected the use of fear on herself so that she may better utilize the fear she casts upon those beneath her. Given time, she would follow the threads. Trade routes. Supply lines. Ears to the ground on possible quiet alliances. None would be safe. Anything that didn't add up would be a wound upon Vanil, and Cadence would be the hound tracking the blood, and it wouldn't just be because of some hidden hive kingdom full of her former subjects. This, Vanil is aware, more so than any one else in Equestria...

To be continued. Brain is fritters. Headache popping like kettle corn[/left]]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 03 May 2026 19:12:36 +0000</pubDate>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 02 May 2026 05:52:01 +0000</pubDate>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 30 Apr 2026 04:35:05 +0000</pubDate>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 25 Apr 2026 13:14:59 +0000</pubDate>
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