The Fire of Life

One day… the world will swallow itself. Evil will tear a rift in time and life will be sucked into the void of lifeless cold empty loss. Life as it is known will cease, and no pony, no animal, no being will be left to thrive on the soil of this planet. It will build over time, ultimately releasing itself into the rich air, leeching creeping death as all thing tangible become black and dissolve into dust. No one knows what form this evil will take, and no one knows when this sinister incantation will reach its inevitable peak, teeming forth and unleashing its wrath upon the innocent, ignorant, simplistic world.

This evil comes from one place, one place that no pony has the sheer will to even come near. The Dark Gate; the spawn of Hell, and the door way to death. Not one soul knows of its creation place; it’s been here since the dawn of time. It sits, menacing above the world, locked away high above the valley within the mountains where it resides. Its energy is evident, almost tangible in the air, and its unearthly glow gleams in the twilight, locked shut only by the flames upon its top basin. Impervious to all, except the strongest of bonds. It sits, waiting for its chance to awaken. First; it lets loose its minion, set free by the wish of a lustful, greedy soul. The minion will have its way with its victim and be let loose to roam the tangible world. Next; its minion would search high and low, looking for the thing to awaken the sleeping darkness; the seventh element.

Another spawn of the Gods that made the world; a heavenly gift given by the Gods themselves, among other gifts. Shining with the colors of its constituents, it stands for harmony, balancing out the elements that bring order to the land. The seventh ingredient to what brings that order; Life. This is the only form of sustenance death will accept.

It is when the minion finds this that the evil will awaken, and the world would be lost forever.

…but there is hope, for it is prophesy that an angel will appear one day in the flesh…

He would be born into a noble and knowledgeable family, molded by the magic of the Elements of Harmony. He is a true profit, a body of all elements, and the soul of an immortal, one who sits as the Scepter at the right hand of great and powerful royalty, one… that not even cold gripping death…can touch. Representative of the Seventh Element, he will keep the earth whole, and his heart will continue to burn with the generations to come.

The history of his fore figures, walking in the flesh before him, guiding him. Then in a blink becoming for him his own deity. The path laid out before him a grueling one, transforming him from a small child to a young warrior, one who would pledge to rid the world of sinful wickedness, defending all innocent and pure, not tolerating those who’s intentions aren’t, showing mercy to those who deserved it. The world would know his name as he would go through life without identity. Raging battle and despair would try him, his own wickedness would persuade him, and the world will tear at itself as the darkness taunts him and dares him to bring justice and order back. Through this, he would set an example to all; one that would not go forgotten.

He would arrive on the winds of a bright and hopeful day, not knowing the lurking evil even himself. His body ravaged by the world that held him to his vow.

His subjects would back him from the start, taking to him as siblings would. Discovering in them something that he had long since forgotten, a union stronger than any other force that dared to break it. And he would live, laugh, and love, renewed when he and his companions are united.

And when that faithful day shall come, he will sacrifice his self, breathing his own life back into the lifeless world, healing all broken and scarred, following in the hoof prints of his fore figures and knowing the sacrifice they paid. He would reunite with his fore figures, his spirit and theirs finally becoming one. And when he gains from them the epiphany of his life, he will return, resurrected back into the living world as a Phoenix would from its own ashes. This return would heal all, including himself; mind, body, and spirit.

…Lost and then found. This is the way of the guardian angel…