[b]Canterlot, Equiis[/b] The rays from the morning sun leaning over the horizon and pierced the hanging clouds. Tall buildings flew into the sky, constructs of glass, silvery metal, and streaked with lines of gold. Helicopters and other flying machines darted across the early morning sky, there whirring adding life to the mountain city. People, of every species of the Equestrian Empire, walked across the paved sidewalks and roads of the city. They often stopped and chattered to each other, only amplifying the effect of the many sounds and lights of the city. It was truly the gem of Equiis and of the Empire. However the gem of the city itself was the Castle. A beautiful structure walled in by Marble and with Towers scattered about, topped with golden cone roofs. The Castle Grounds and gardens were bright with a rainbow of blooming flowers, and lively with other flora and fauna. Guards clad in silver and gold kept a watchful eye over the grounds, and the city itself. The inside of the Castle was bright, evident by the many magical torches broadcasting there light across it. Banners representing any of the 4 alicorns were hung across the white marble halls, along with other brilliant works of art. The clopping of hooves and the clatter of armor could be heard hitting the marble in the Castle. Inside a chamber the annual meeting of the councils was held. It was between the Princesses, High Council, Species Councils, and the most important members of the low council. The Chamber was also the throne room, thrones of gold and red that each Princess sat upon were also adorned with there cutie marks. The discussion filled the room, giving a general state and idea of the Equestrian Empire. It continued prosper off the ever growing success of the planets they had settled. While research had slowed there was a constant stream of new theories and ideas, which had been approved for testing. The people of the Empire remained happy, no one starved, and dying of old age was the most common cause of death. Overall the Equestrian Empire was in a Golden Age, a age that was set to last.