A filly sat up in her bed, staring out the window in paralyzing fear. Her mother looked up from where she was sitting beside her. With a soft touch, she nudged her child back into bed.
"Momma, there's something outside... I heard it."
"Do you want me to scare it away?"
The filly shook her head quickly. "No. Stay here."
After a few more minutes of calm silence, the mare stood up to leave.
"Momma, can I have a story?"
The mare sighed, but turned around and returned to her chair.
"Do you promise to go to sleep?"
The filly nodded, burrowing further under the covers.
"Well, in the beginning, there was chaos."
"What was chaos, momma?"
"What do you want chaos to be?"
She thought for a second. "A birthday cake."
"Good. Now hush, and listen to me."
"So, in the beginning, there was chaos, and chaos was a birthday cake. There was nothing special about this birthday cake, other than the fact that it was the only thing to exist, other than nothing. So chaos floated through nothing, whatever nothing may be." The mare looked down at her foal, who was already beginning to fall asleep. "And suddenly, from the cake, came something. Something was like nothing, and beat back chaos and nothing to make planets and stars and clouds and water and grass and sky. And in this way, something controlled nothing and chaos and kept them as far away from its creations as possible. But chaos did find it's way in occasionally, in the form of war and earthquakes and tornadoes and the birthday parties of small children. But, as chaos snuck in occasionally, something was making more somethings, and they were animals; birds and fish and turtles and dragons and griffons and ponies. And something was very pleased with these things.
"But, at first, all ate plants. As time passed, the animals had more children than there were plants, and because of this, the grass and trees began to fade away. In shock, something asked nothing for help. So nothing came down to earth in the form of a great raven, and made all the creatures line up. It gave out special powers to each; fire for the dragons, sharp claws to the griffons, gills to the fish, wings to the birds - because, in the time of creation, birds could not fly, just as the fish walked on land - hard shells to the turtles, and other things to everything else. And some started eating meat, but the balance was the same, and the earth returned to its' former glory.
"But at the end of it all, there were three ponies waiting for gifts. They stood in front of nothing, expanctant smiles on their faces. Nothing reached back, expecting another special power, but there were none left. Looking at the ponies, it tore it's own wings off and set them on the back of one, and it became a Pegasus, flying instead of running. Nothing then tore out its' own magic heart and gave it to the second pony, who accepted it, and grew a horn to show her abilities, and she became a Unicorn. Now, as the other two left, nothing faced the last pony. She looked up from the ground, where she had been digging up a grassy clump.
" said nothing,
" the pony replied.
" Nothing muttered.
"The pony looked up further, straining to see nothing's eyes, and smiled. She smiled, but it was more determined, and she planted her feet in the dirt.
"Nothing was surprised, but as the pony cantered away to join her friends, he could hear them laughing together. nothing declared,
"And nothing vanished."
The filly was snoring softly, deep in her dreams. The mare looked out the window, seeing the sunrise pinking the horizon. She shook her head gently, sighing quietly, before heading out of the room and down the stair to prepare breakfast.
~DA-DADA-DA! Another spontaneous chapter (fanfic turn). You have been warned, these will be increasingly random, and chapters probably won't connect. Possibly, the same topic will never be repeated twice. If you like one chapter, it may return again, but not for a while. Ready? BEGIN!~
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The blade sliced through the air with uncountered precision, digging deep into the straw dummy and refusing to budge out. The black Alicorn snorted, narrowing her purple eyes at the challenge. She grabbed the handle and jerked her head back, hard, and the sword slid back out, the kinetics sending her reeling against the far wall.
A second pony entered, a Alicorn like her, but with purple-blue fur. His wings changed to a orange-y colour, and they dropped slightly when he saw his comerade pushed upside-down against the wall. He snorted, but trotted over, helping her get up.
She shook dust out of her red-pink wings and looked at the wall she had just careened into. As always, the sword had gotten stuck through. She went to grab it again, but the colt got there first, removing it easily with no recoil. As the mare returned to her attacks, a loud creaking sound enveloped the small room.
Both turned, seeing a network of cracks emenating from the initial puncture. The stallion started pushing the mare to the other side of the room, reaching safety as their teachers entered.
They were all Alicorns, which were not rare in these parts. The first, a pale blue stallion with purple wings, set up a blockade of magicked ice, bracing himself. The next, a yellow stallion, send stood in front, electricity sparking from his horn as he opened his blue-black wings in defence. Another stallion, this one with a shaggy green coat and brown wings, began firing pulses at the wall, small rocks pinging the falling chunks away.
The last cantered in behind the two students. He was much larger than the rest, at least four hands, and it was no problem for him to grab the pair in his teeth and boh out the door, slowing only to set torches alight on the way past.
"Ignitus!" A voice called, and one of the others jogged up.
"Cyril, what is it? Have the tremors stopped?" The largest Alicorn questioned, setting the two down on the cold stone.
"Yes, yes, quick, come! It's... I don't even know!"
The four Alicorns trotted back, emerging amid mild ruin and devastation to see a large chunk of the wall missing. The other two teachers were staring in, a flickering light emenating from inside casting their expressions in pastel colours.
"Terrador, Volteer, step back." Ignitus boomed. "Let me see."
The shaggy green glared. "I don't think it's meant for you. It's meant for Spyro."
The young purple Alicorn lit up at mention of his name. "Is there something for Cynder too?"
"Yes, come here, and see for yourselves! It wonderfully marvelous!" The yellow chattered. "Look!"
Both of the young Alicorns cantered up, looking inside the hidden room with undisguised excitement. The mare glanced around the stallions' rounded rump, trying to see in the small room.
Something shot out, quickly latching around their necks and sending them flying across the room with unparralled momentum. Once they regained their breath, they sat up, looking at the curious things that had snapped tight around their necks.
Bands, one golden and one silver, studden with gems.
On Spyro, the golden band, were gems of red, green, yellow, and blue.
On Cynder, the silver band, were gems of scarlet, white, sickly green and black.
Both Alicorns looked up at their teachers.
Ignitus glanced between the others. They nodded.
Dropping to his knees, the great red Alicorn sighed. "Spyro, Cynder, I was afriad I would have to tell you this. There is, in a nearby realm, a powerful Alicorn stallion."
"What does that have to do with us?" Spyro asked, his purple eyes wide in confusion. Cynder's silent expression was the same.
Ignitus sighed again. "There is a propehcy that the only a purple Alicorn can destroy another purple Alicorn. Special magic they both have. You, Cynder, have this same magic; although you may not remember it, you were once under this stallions' control. Those bands will allow you to use your magic to its' full extent.
"Spyro, those colours represent the four main elements: fire, earth, electricity and ice. Cynder, due to your time under his corruption, you have the powers of fear, wind, poison and darkness."
The teacher stood up, walking over to the wide balcony door, pushing it aside with his magic and stepping outside. The two Alicorns followed. Pointing a hoof at the horizon, he looked down at Spyro and Cynder. "He lives there. You are young, and it will be exhausting, but I believe you can do it. We've been training you for this your entire lives."
The other teachers walked out on the wide platform, watching the younger warriors.
"Go." Cyril whispered. "We will always be there when you need us."
As the two Alicorns spread their wings and glided away, Ignitus stood with his front hooves on the railing. "May the guardians look after you!" He yelled into the rising wind. "And may they guide you home!"
