An "ORANGE" of a day

@(In a hallowed out mountain : location unknown : not in the pony world)@

Inside the mountain was a large lake with eleven rocky spires that were cut flat and inscribed with element markings. Each one was different as they were only a foot above the water, but one higher than the rest to indicate one of higher rank than the rest. Nine of the platforms were occupied out of the two of demi-beings of great power. " So he is still dreaming of that sordid place when he is yet to realize he is only dreaming in his prison," a voice sounded out that sounded as if it was being choked by a thousand rusty chains and then to only nail them into someone's flesh came out from the dim lit cavern.

"How is he suppose to know it is a dream? He has been in there for a thousand years now," another voice called out from the circle of nine but not rusted as the previous one, no it was serene, calm, and beautiful as the sea after the 'calm of a storm'.

"I know that Sister of the Calm Wave, but it is time to truly wake him for we must 'Purge' the world he is in. Too many world's of the same and yet not are come and going like a plague in an all you can eat buffet."

"And what gives you command to tell us what to do, brother, of the Dark Chains," another voice spoke up with the sound and speed of thunder and lightning.

'Thunderviens was always the quick and hothead of them all when it came to certain things he thought to himself'. " It was not I who was given the command to order you all, - 'He turned his gaze to the higher platform and then back to the others'- ...it was the Ashen one who gave the order," the Chained one told them all.

All eight looked surprised at this sudden news. It was not everyday the leader gave an order, in fact he never did even though he was High Revered of them all as their leader. He never came to any of the meetings saying 'Not my thing, you govern as your own without me unless something comes up.' To receive an order from him meant business, and not something to joke around with.

This time another one of the nine spoke up. "Then we should not be wasting time gawking around like a bunch of Willow trees in a windy breeze!" Season's Wrath called out with a voice of the four changing season's all put together, and yet still sounded calm even in his show of anger.

" calm my brother of the season's, we shall take action, but now is not the time. Even you should know that since your are the wisest of us all," Wave assured him.

'sigh'-"You are right sister, my anger got the best of me and I was not thinking straight. But it is not everyday he gives us a task outside of our own standing, It just made me a little hyper knowing it was from him and not the others."

"None the less we have a task to do and we shall fulfill it to the order. ..unless any of you have anything to say then speak now or this meeting will now be adjourned," Chains told the others.

None of them spoke up and so the meeting was at it's ending point and at that, they all shifted out of the room to their own assigned realms to do what ever it is beings do in their realms.

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Oran was still waiting for the yellow coated mare to come out of that bush as the sun was now just coming over the horizon and greeting all with it's welcoming warmth, or so all thought. What they did not know was that the sun was grinning at them all ready to give them no sunny radiance, but instead make it rain upon them all with it's yellow rain. 'Praise the sun'

Oran now had it up this much with the mare and decided a different approach was need for this. So he Transformed' and rolled out' and destroyed all that was in his path as a giant crab with rocket launchers that shoot skittles ...because that's what they do on a Wednesday. 'not really' What really happened was that Oran did transform but not into a crab, but into a orange fox.

He pawed his way to the yellow mare to find she had fallen asleep in their little waiting game. He nudged her awake with his snout, to be met with a small gasp from her.

Fluttershy was caring for the needs of her flowers when suddenly the dragon appeared near her home. The sudden appearance of the dragon spooked her so that she bolted for the nearest hiding place, which was the bush. She would try to sneak a peek time to time from her hiding place to see if the scary dragon left yet, but every time he would still be there watching her as it was important instead of try to talk her out that bush. She did not know why he continued to sit there and watch as minute's became hours. Eventually she fallen asleep in their waiting game.

She was awoken some time later to be greeted by a fox. "oh hello there, 'yawn' I certainly don't remember you from my other friends," She looked at him trying to see if in fact he was one of her woodland friends, but yet couldn't at the end. " oh my. are you perhaps lost little one, do you have a family near by,"

Oran disguised as the fox simply shook his head. " oh. then why are out here at my home then, if don't mind me asking that is," Oran tilted his head in thought wondering what to say until an idea came into his head of craziness.

" I came to give you a make-over my dear," the fox said in a corky tune.

" oh my! you can talk," said the mare as if not ready for something like this to happen.

" Indeed I can my sweet, for it is merely simply for one with a tongue and not for one with none," exclaimed the fox as if this was a no brainier to not only to him but of to many.

"oh. if you don't mind, but what kind of make-over do you speak of," said the mare with a sudden interest to what the fox had to offer to her but none.

" why it is simple as an ripple my dear. all you have to do is ask to be but yet not be what you want to be," said the fox with a toothy grin on his face as wide as his face.

" I do not understand?," asked the bewildered mare, for she was now lost on the fox was saying, but yet knew some'a'how he spoke o'so true.

" ask what your heart wants, not you my sweet of a sugar cane of a root,' mocked the fox.

" oh. then I would like to be a tree of a free to all my friends," the mare told the sly fox.

"so a tree to be free of your self to be then my sweet of a fool, for it shall be the tree that is you, and you not the tree of a free life, cocococo!" the foxed said in an amused tone as he turned her into a tree.

Oran threw away his fake form to look at his handy work. Standing in front of him was a blossom tree with black petals...'black' that was not right he thought to himself only to shrug it off as a magical defect. Oh well, no one is perfect, not even himself. Looking one more time at the tree, he started down the path back to town for some yummy sweets from a certain bubbly pink pony.

Angel woke up some time to find himself in an odd and eerie cavern with no idea how he got here. He tried to remember what happened last night, only find it pointless. He began to look around for a away out but found none, but he did find was unsettling. Just a few feet from him was a dead skeleton he did not recognize of what ever species it was squashed underneath a rock, but the face, the face, it was looking right at him with a look of pure terror on it as if trying to tell him to run, just run, run away before its to late like me!!

Not wanting to stay any longer with the unfortunate sod, he quickly looked around to find a small cave like hole, just big enough for him fit through. With that new information, he set off into the small cave, walking for what seemed like an eternity and the walls looking like they were getting closer and closer to him as if ready to squeeze the life out of him with the sound of whispers echoing from the walls no matter were he looked or went... 'this is madness!' he thought , until he saw a light at the end. He ran with all his furry might to the light to get out of this place, as he reached the end and out of the cave, he was met with something even worse...

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