Chronicles of the Protectors

Magia awoke, back in the Canterlot library.  As her eyes slowly opened, she was met with the warm, smiling faces of her new companions.  She forced her mouth into a smile to meet theirs, as she looked on weakly.

“Did we do it?” She asked, her voice sounding very tried.

“Yes! Canterlot is on it's mountain again, as it should be.” Searing Sparks said, a smug smile still adorning his face.  The news caused Magia to perk up further, forcing her eyes open as she sat up cautiously.

“Any word from choS?” She asked, sounding as if some of her energy was returning to her.

“Not yet.  I hope that he contacts us soon though. A stunt like the one we just pulled is sure to alert Degnemico to our location.” Flood said.

“It burdens me to say this, but we must recall the possibility that choS is nothing more than legend, and we've just called Degnemico to us for no good rea--”  Qul began to speak, yet stopped himself as he shut his mouth and placed a fist before his lips.  “Sorry.  I feel a bout of indigestion coming on...”  Qul stepped back as he belched loudly.  Within the fire of his belch, a single scroll materialized, dropping to the ground in front of Magia.  The scroll was tied with a fine red ribbon.

The group looked on in astonishment and disbelief at the sight before them.  A letter, undoubtedly from choS.  Flood was the first to look up from the scroll, directing her attention toward Magia.

“Well go on!” She said, catching Magia's attention.  “Open it!”  Magia nodded her head, and quickly grabbed for the scroll. She untied the ribbon and unrolled it, beginning to read aloud.

“I have witnessed your feat of magic, and must congratulate you. I wish to meet with you personally. As one final test of worth, cast the spell inscribed on the bottom of this page.” Magia read. She looked to the base of the page, and saw a strange, arcane emblem sketched onto it.  The symbol appeared as a six pointed star, surrounded by two circles.  On each of the star's points, there lay a strange, letter-like symbol, each of which was completely unknown to Magia.  The rest of the group quickly gathered around as she looked at the note in confusion.

“Do you recognize the symbols?” Duster asked. Magia began to shake her head.

“No... I don't...” She said, scanning the inscribed picture further.  “But... I suppose that at times like this, it's best to simply throw caution to the wind and try to cast it.”

“Be careful...” Flood said, “There's no telling what this spell does, or worse, what happens if you cast it wrong...” Magia nodded once more, feeling a bead of sweat drop from her cheek.

“Alright... Here we go...” Magia channeled her horn as she intently eyed the sketch, trying to form it in her mind, and channel the idea of it full of her magical energy.  She focused on simply filling the thought of the symbol with magic, instead of trying to determine a single type of magic to use on it.

As Magia channeled the drawing, the estranged symbols within the points of the star began to glow with a teal energy. Magia licked her upper lip again, concentrating very intensively.  Before her eyes, the now glowing symbols began to contort and change.  They elongated and duplicated, altering themselves from six symbols, into familiar arcane letters.  The letters moved about the picture and arranged themselves between the two circles.  When the letters came to a rest, and drained of their glow, Magia relaxed and stopped casting.

“This isn't a spell...” She said, her eyes narrowing, scanning the page in near disbelief.  “It's a teleport rune! I recognize the symbols in the circles! They're coordinates. Here, quick! Draw this on the floor!” She handed the page to Duster quickly as she ran and retrieved a piece of chalk.  Tera' took the stick of chalk and carefully recreated the runic icon from the page onto the library ground, being cautious to not mess a single line.

“Done.” He said, stepping back from the rune.  Magia looked over it, comparing the chalk sketch to the drawing on the scroll.

“Perfect!” She said.  Her voice held a definite tone of excitement and intrigue.  “Come on, everyone in!”

The entire group carefully stepped onto the rune, being careful not to scuff any of the lines.  When they were all in, Magia joined them, and carefully channeled the coordinates on the rune.  Suddenly, in a flash of teal light, they were completely gone, but not before Flood thought to let loose a large bubble of water, shot straight into the air.  As they vanished, the large droplet fell, splashing down on the rune and washing the chalk away.