[Loretta It has come quite apparent that the world of our forefathers has passed. With the war, the reconciliation with the Changelings, and the fact I feel I now spend almost no time in the city that I’m supposed to govern. We have entered a new age of connection and possibilities. In which if we don’t embrace it, we’ll be swept away and forgotten. And I don’t feel that I am the only one who’s been thinking this to, the Grandmaster I think is preparing something.
-Yours always SourBeak]
[A letter wrote by Royal governor SourBeak to his wife Loretta, him writing it while on his way to Enoch’s Coronation]
[2 weeks after part 1, the morning of Coronation day]
“You ok hon? You look a bit nervous…”
WingScratch says to me, us walking towards the Royal residence with the rest of the Royal Guard. I speak.
“Yes, it’s just this day’s been a long time coming in all. The King’s coronation if you-”
I accidently bump into a visitor, not even seeing them as we just had to keep moving. WingScratch speaks.
“Damn this place is crowded, feels like the population all but doubled in the last few days!”
WingScratch was right the streets were almost completely packed, mostly people coming from outside Stablelot, with a few people from other nations as well. WingScratch speaks again.
"How’s Emily doing I haven’t gotten an update in a few days, where even are they?
Couldn’t blame WingScratch for asking that. Neither Emily or Dar were with us, and to be honest I hadn’t seen them for a day or two. I speak, giving my best guess.
“Emily is doing well! She has almost completely regained her strength, not needing any more help to walk at all. And for where they are, I think they might have entered the conference early. Having a private conversation with the King and all…”
We arrive at the Royal Residence, I speak with WingScratch one last time before leaving.
“See you soon my sweet.”
WingScratch speaks, giving me a hug.
“You to… Make sure to tell me everything when this is over!”
I leave, quickly joining up with Charles as we make it towards the conference.
Once we enter the chamber, it being upstairs near the western most point of the building. I instantly notice the lack of windows, the room seeming to have been built with stone and having only lit torches. The room was pretty crowded with me seeing all the leaders of the nations of Equestria sitting with there bodyguards around a round table (Vissarman, SourBeak, Fellie, Vela, Madanak, GrimDal, a few Bat Pony family leaders, and of course Enoch) Making our way to the Motor section of the table I see Emily and Dar sitting on the left of Enoch and Tethius, them both clad in completely new sets of armor that made the room shine. We sit down next to them and Emily speaks, her voice considerably less scratchy.
“It’s gud to see 'ou two. Wike dah new sets of awmow?”
I was about to speak on the armor’s shine but I heard Vissarman speak first, the uneasiness in his voice obvious.
“You’re all to important bodyguards are here, may we finally begin…”
Tethius was about to speak looking frustrated, but Enoch stops him, speaking instead.
“Enoch thanks ‘ou fo’ am patience GwandMastew, yes we’ww begin. These pwobwems can nu wongah go unanswewed.”
With that the conference begins. The order of who will be speaking being west to east, meaning Vela speaks first.
“To begin with, I feel as though our agreement is not going out as planned. It’s been almost 2 months and trade has only seemed to have slowed! What is going on is making me look bad, and if prosperity doesn’t come soon my ambitions will be in jeopardy…”
Vissarman speaks next, somehow even looking more uneasy.
“Yeah low trade is one thing, but how about casualties? We have lost so many people fighting in this war, so many jobs empty because of how many are dead! Were barely being kept afloat as it is…”
With it now our turn Enoch speaks, him grimly looking over papers as he speaks.
“Dah cuwwent motow tweasuwy am at dis point depweted… Wiff high debt an’ high casuawties things am gwim, a economic cwisis am guawanteed.”
Vissarman chimes in.
“Crisis!? If there is a crisis in Motor no doubt it will spill over!”
Enoch speaks.
“An’ dis confewence am hewe to make suwe that doesn’t happen. Gwimdaw it’s am tuwn.”
GrimDal speaks, him seeming to be one of the few who wasn’t upset.
“Nothing is troubling us at the moment, we had a long history with Pandemon so were used to Sssacrifice.”
A Bat Pony speaks, directing himself towards Enoch.
“Ouw city am in wuins my King, we nee’ hewp webuiwdin’ it.”
Less than a second after the Bat Pony finishes speaking, Madanak speaks. Him having a tone of frustration and a hint of betrayal.
“Most of dah wand we hab been giben am compwetewy unsuitabwe fo’ anything! Onwy smaww pieces at dah souff an’ a powtion of dah west am habitabwe. An’ not just that to, dah wand has nothin’ buiwt on it an’ dah Nuuk’s that am weft seem to be embowdened watewy. We am stawtin’ at 0…”
Madanak finishes and looks down, the tone of his voice seeming almost defeated. Finally with everyone’s problems now revealed Enoch speaks, everyone looking at him.
“Anyone think of any potentiaw sowutions?”
Instantly the room erupted into a chaotic mess of squabbling and nonsense, it seeming that we had all gotten ourselves in a mess that would last for years, maybe decades! Tethius tries to bring back order with middling success. Than without hesitation Emily gets up and shouts, her fuming.
“QUIET!”
The room falls to a silence and everyone looks at her, what was she doing? Emily gives a quick glance at Enoch and he gives a nod, than she gives a long sigh before speaking to everyone.
“Bickewin’ wike foaws won’t sowbe dah pwobwems at hoobe, it’s obbious conbentionaw tweaties an’ twade deaws won’t sowbe dis.”
There is silence for a moment than Emily speaks again.
“Wet’s take Chicago fo’ exampwe, a wowkews showtage. Wet’s say we take excess wowkews we hab in motow, an’ send them dewe fo’ monetawy compensation. That couwd hewp wiff Motow’s cash pwobwem to.”
The leaders looked at Emily like she was speaking some made up language, Emily continues.
“An’ fo’ twade it doesn’t hab to be mainwy Motow goods, Chicago has just as much potentiaw capacity an’ dewe cwosah. An’ aftah aww of that wiff dah boost in income, we can hewp dah fowks of Nickew city an’ hewp buiwd a countwy fo’ dah twibaws.”
Emily continues on, increasing in vigor.
“An’ once dewe eithah buiwt ow webuiwt ‘ou’ww begin seein’ twade begin to fwow fwom dah east, cycwe of wenewed gwowff.”
Tethius speaks.
“Su am saying?”
Emily finishes.
“That it’s obbious that dis waw has weft us dependent of each othew, dah idea that one nation can wemain sewf sufficient am nao impossibwe. I’d say it’s time to considah some sowt of centwawization.”
The room was silent… Centralization, how? Vela speaks.
“Centralization… Like a single connected unit?”
Emily slightly shakes her head, Vissarman speaks.
“Free completely unrestricted trade, from the Changeling Capital all the way to Madanak’s territory?”
Emily nods and speaks.
“An’ mobement to.”
Both Vissarman and Vela speak at the same time, seeming shocked.
“A single nation!”
Instantly conversation broke out across the room, Enoch and Tethius looking completely shocked and paralyzed. Madanak speaks, looking peeved.
“What am dis! We just won ouwsewbes a countwy, an’ ‘ou come hewe tawkin’ about wuwin’ us again!”
Emily speaks.
“In dis union nobody wiww dominate dah othew, a paff of pwospewity fo’ aww of us.”
Vissarman speaks.
“Will titles and control be kept?”
Emily speaks.
“Wike nothin’ has ebah changed.”
Vissarman’s seems conflicted, speaking silently to the Royal Governor’s, Vela speaks.
“Who exactly do you suppose will be the leader of this “autonomous” Union? Just to let you know Changelings will not accept any foreigner as head of state…”
The word “leader” seemed to do something to us all, like instinct we all looked to a shocked Enoch with Emily speaking.
“Dewe wiww be a spwit of powew, ‘ou see. Dah Wuwah as dah technicaw Head of State an’ obewseah of administwation an’ economy, dah GwandMastah of dah Owdah of Tawon wiww obewwook miwitawy, an’ fo’ dah most impowtant sectow agwicuwtuwe, Emiwy sees dah Gwand Changewing Queen obewwookin’ that pawt. An’ if it suits ‘ou pewsonawwy, dewe can be a cwause that in dah United Hibes dah Gwand Queen an’ Wuwah wiww shawe dah titwe of Head of State.”
There was a moment of silence after Emily says this, Vela eventually speaking.
“I almost think you’re more talented at diplomacy than fighting, 100% better than that Tethius fellow…”
Tethius looks angered and embarrassed, the conversation goes on as the specifics are talked about.
[Equestria Union Treaty
1 Creation of an Equestrian State from all agreeing parties, with an Equestrian Emperor ruling as it’s Head of State.
2 All peoples inside the territory of Equestria will be considered it’s citizens, allowing for complete freedom when it comes to travel, commerce, residency, property rights, etc. Citizen traveling outside there native homeland will be subject to the laws of the nation there traveling in.
3 All nations of Equestria will keep there current systems of local government and religion, one nation cannot dictate or threaten another.
4 If deciding to join, the Grand Queen of the United hives will share the title of Head of State with the Emperor inside the United Hives territory.
5 If a nation feels as though the Empire is negatively effecting them, they’ll be free to leave without the Emperor’s approval
6 Enoch Doe-StrongWing and his descendants will have the position of Emperor/Empress
-Optional-
1 Creation of a single Equestrian currency
2 Creation of a Imperial banner
3 Creation of an Equestrian border army
4 Designating Stablelot as the Capital]
There it was, not it was time to see if anyone would sign it… First of course was Enoch, signing the treat with humble confidence. Next to sign were the Bat Ponies, them not really even having a choice since Enoch was King of Nickel City. And he could have just signed anyway, but out of good faith allowed them to sign. Next to come up to the treaty was the Chicago leadership, them looking rather conflicted. Vissarman speaks, looking over at Enoch.
“If I decide to put my name on this, don’t expect me to ever call you “You’re Highness” Or to bow when you walk by…”
Enoch speaks.
“It was nebah dah intention Bissawman, 'ou know me.”
Vissarman speaks, picking up three writing utensils and giving them out to the Royal governors.
“Well? The future awaits…”
SourBeak and Fellie after some thought nod and together all 3 of them sign the Treaty.
Next was Vela, she still looked rather unconvinced. She speaks.
“Banner, what does that mean?”
Emily speaks.
“Common symbow we aww can use, a symbow that wiww unite us.”
“And what will it be?”
“Emiwy has muwtipwe ideas, buh dah main one am a bwue bannah wiff a sun in dah middwe. It wepwesentin’ hope fo’ dah futuwe.”
Viltra hearing this looks slightly jaded, speaking.
“Most Changelings don’t look at the sun that often, y’know…”
“Buh it’ww awways be dewe to guide 'ou, hewp 'ou, wead 'ou. Awways.”
Vela gives a long sigh, speaking as she grabs the utensil with her tentacle.
“I have a feeling this is what Viltra would have wanted if she stilled lived, something like this at least…”
Vela signs her name on the treaty and takes a deep breath, speaking as she gives room for GrimDal.
“I’m going to have one hell of a explaining to do once I get back.”
We look at GrimDal and wait, he doesn’t go to the treaty. GrimDal noticing this speaks, seeming rather uncomfortable.
“I cannot Sssign this document, the council would never Sssign Sssomething like this.”
Enoch speaks.
“That’s otay’, nobody can fowce 'ou to sign.”
GrimDal nods and begins walking out, speaking.
“I will head towards the Coronation hall, goodbye.”
Madanak slowly walks up to the treaty, me not quite able to read his face. He speaks, looking at Enoch.
“Aftah aww dis fightin’ fo’ ouw fweedom, I know hab dah choice to sign dis.”
Enoch speaks.
“Nobody wiww be fowcin’ 'ou to sign, dis am a union of sobeweign nations whewe nobody dominates dah othah.”
Madanak seems completely conflicted, with Enoch continuing.
“'Ou wouwd be fwee to weabe at any time.”
Madanak with a deep breath quickly grabs a utensil and signs his name, speaking.
“‘Ou an’ am adbisows make many pwomises of pwospewity, we bettah not be in dah company of wiaws…”
With Madanak’s signature the conference ends, and the Empire of Equestria is created.
-Optional-
1 Creation of a single Equestrian currency [REJECTED]
2 Creation of a Imperial banner [APPROVED]
3 Creation of an Equestrian border army [REJECTED]
4 Designating Stablelot as the Capital [APPROVED]
[Nations]
Light Blue-Empire of Equestria-Capital Stablelot
Dark Green-DragonLands-Capital Ardor
Pink-Republic of Montréal
Dark Blue-Reforged Kingdom of Québec-Capital Québec City
Black splotches-Nuuk Warbands/Pandemon Rump States-Capital None
Bright Red-Freed Slaves of LuuBar-Capital None
[A Few hours later, Coronation Hall]
The room fell silent as everyone watched Enoch walk down in the finest robes I had ever seen, this was the moment we had been waiting years for. Once he reaches the end of the hall Enoch stands with his and the StrongWing family, from where I was sitting it was hard to see. GrandPriest Ade spoke, giving Enoch Excalibur.
“Do ‘ou Enoch Doe-StwongWing’ sweaw to be fowebah woyaw to am countwy an’ peopwe, to wuwe wiff benebowence an’ cawe!?”
Enoch speaks.
“Untiw dah day Enoch dies.”
Ade continues, putting the crown of Motor on Enoch’s head.
“Do ‘ou sweaw to howd up dah waws of dah Empiwe, sewbin’ aww of it’s inhabitants!?”
People in the hall begin looking confused by the word “Empire” Enoch speaks.
“Absowutewy.”
Ade speaks.
“Den by dah authowity giben to meby dah gods, I GwandPwiest ade pwonounce ‘ou. King of Motow, King of Nickew City, Duke of Stabwewot, Seaside, Gween Woof, an’ aww othah Motow tewwitowies. An’ finawwy highest of aww, Empewow of Equestwia!”
The hall erupted in confused but still passionate clapping and cheering, with Enoch kissing Roxy before looking on with a smile. WingScratch who was next to me speaks.
“What the hell went on at that conference…”
Before I could speak, Enoch does. Him giving the signal to silence the room as he does.
“Nao befowe we begin dah feast, I wiww wewawd minow titwes to those who showed gweat couwage duwin’ dah waw.”
As veteran after veteran gets awarded (The titles mostly either honorary or simple Mayordoms) I tell WingScratch what happened, with her reacting with shock. Than just as I was finishing I heard Enoch speak two names I recognize.
"Emiwy DawkWing an’ Daw Obwound!
I see them come up, both looking honored. They kneel before Enoch and lower there heads, Enoch speaks.
“Emiwy DawkWing’ an’ Daw Obwound, by am pewsonaw wequest that dey be fused. Enoch names ‘ou Duke an’ Duchess of dah combined eastewn tewwitowy fo’ 'ou to wuwe togethew. Name it as 'ou see fit…”
Enoch puts dutchy crowns on the heads of Emily and Dar and the hall erupts in cheers, after they begin to calm he speaks again.
“An’ as dah upmost honow Enoch can gib, fo’ dah swayin’ of Ewohim… Enoch names 'ou boff Hewo’s of Motow!”
The crowd erupts again in cheers, and I see Enoch tell Emily something that I couldn’t hear. I didn’t think about this long though as like a bolt of lighting I had gotten an idea for the title of my book, I look at WingScratch and speak.
“Hey WingScratch, I think I finally have the title for my book down!”
WingScratch speaks.
“What is it?”
I speak.
“Thy Kingdom Come” Fin
Thank you for reading my story! You have no idea how long I have been waiting for this moment! Since near the end of the original Last Hope I’ve always wanted to eventually unite the nations of Equestria and give them a happy ending of sorts. This part will probably be the last big one, 3 and 4 will be shorter and more personal. Of course constructive criticism is appreciated and may you have a good day!