Princess Celestia: The Fall of Canterlot (MLP AU)

Chapter 37: The First Clash

                        As dawn broke over the Kingdom of Canterlot, the golden rays of sunlight bathed the landscape in a warm glow, but the air was thick with tension. Both armies, gathered and ready, stood poised for the impending confrontation that would decide the fate of their realm.

In the palace, King Cosmos donned his armor, feeling the weight of responsibility settle upon him. He glanced at Celestia, who was at his side, her expression resolute. "Remember what we discussed," he said, his voice firm yet gentle. "Stay close to me, and don't act impulsively."

"I won't," she promised, though her heart raced with the anticipation of battle. "We'll fight together."

Meanwhile, on the other side of the valley, Obsidian Crest rallied his forces. Standing atop a makeshift platform, he raised a hoof, commanding silence among his gathered troops. "Today, we fight not just for ourselves, but for every pony who has suffered under their rule! Today, we reclaim our freedom!"

The crowd erupted in cheers, their spirits lifted by his words. Obsidian's eyes gleamed with a fierce determination, and he felt the power of his allies at his back. They were ready.

As the sun reached its zenith, Cosmos and his army advanced, their formation steady and disciplined. The sound of hooves striking the ground echoed like thunder, a warning to their enemies. Celestia, at her father's side, felt the energy surge through her veins, the thrill of impending battle igniting her spirit.

"Steady, everypony!" Cosmos called, his voice booming over the clamor. "We fight for our home and for each other! Remember your training and trust in one another!"

With a mighty battle cry, they surged forward, the gleaming banners of the royal family fluttering in the wind.

On the opposite side, Obsidian watched as the royal forces approached, a wave of confidence washing over him. "Hold your positions!" he commanded, his voice slicing through the noise. "Wait for my signal!"

As the two armies drew closer, the air crackled with tension, an electric charge that signaled the imminent clash. Celestia felt her heart pounding in her chest, each beat echoing the gravity of the moment.

"Are you ready?" she asked, glancing at her father.

"Always," Cosmos replied, his gaze locked on their advancing foes.

Suddenly, a piercing whistle cut through the air—Obsidian's signal. "Now!" he shouted, unleashing a barrage of magic toward the royal forces.

The sky erupted into a brilliant display of color as spells collided, lighting up the battlefield. The first phase of the battle had begun.

Celestia found herself amidst the chaos as energy blasts erupted around her. She charged forward, her magic igniting at her horn. "Stay together!" she shouted to the soldiers beside her, focusing on the enemies ahead.

A group of Obsidian's supporters charged toward her, their faces twisted with determination. Celestia conjured a shield just in time to deflect their magic, pushing forward to counterattack. She focused her energy, creating a wave of light that knocked several enemies off their hooves.

"Celestia!" a familiar voice called. It was Luna, her sister, rallying nearby troops. "We must work together!"

"Right!" Celestia shouted back, feeling the bond of sisterhood bolster her spirit. They synchronized their spells, creating a dazzling display of magic that overwhelmed their opponents.

As the battle raged on, King Cosmos was at the forefront, his imposing presence instilling courage in his troops. He clashed with Obsidian's generals, a fierce combatant on the battlefield. Each strike of his blade sent shockwaves through the air, and he fought with the strength of a king determined to protect his family and kingdom.

"Hold the line!" Cosmos commanded, his voice unwavering. "We will not falter!"

Obsidian, meanwhile, weaved through the fray, his magic crackling with intensity. He sought out Cosmos, the ultimate showdown hanging in the air like a storm cloud ready to burst. As he fought, he rallied his allies, driving them forward. "For freedom!" he cried, a battle cry echoing through the ranks.

The clash of steel, the crackle of magic, and the cries of warriors created a cacophony that filled the battlefield. Each side fought valiantly, determined to secure victory.

In the midst of the chaos, Celestia caught a glimpse of her father, engaged in fierce combat with Obsidian. The sight filled her with both dread and determination. "We can't let him fight alone!" she shouted to Luna.

"Let's go!" Luna agreed, their magic flaring brightly as they pushed through the chaos, side by side.

As they approached, Cosmos parried a strike from Obsidian, narrowly avoiding a powerful spell. He felt the adrenaline coursing through him, the fight igniting a primal instinct to protect his family. But he was also aware that time was running out; they needed to turn the tide before Obsidian could unleash his full power.

"Celestia! Luna!" Cosmos yelled, recognizing the determination in their eyes as they joined him. "Together, we can do this!"

The three of them stood united, their magic intertwining, creating a powerful shield that pulsed with energy. It was a symbol of their bond, a testament to their love and resolve.

"Let's finish this!" Celestia declared, and together, they unleashed a torrent of magic toward Obsidian, a brilliant beam of light that cut through the chaos, forcing their enemy to shield himself.

But Obsidian was relentless. He retaliated with a fierce surge of magic, the dark energy swirling around him like a tempest. "You think you can defeat me? I will not be silenced!"

As the first phase of the battle raged on, both sides fought with unwavering determination, but it was clear that the outcome remained uncertain. The ground shook beneath them as the conflict escalated, and the stakes had never been higher.

As the dust began to settle and the echoes of battle filled the air, the true test of their resolve lay ahead. The first phase was only the beginning, and they all understood that the real fight had yet to come.