The Seventh Element

by Kuro Joystuck

Rating: mature
Tags: Comedy, Romance, Adventure, Tragedy, Princess Celestia, Main 6, Princess Luna, Gore, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Spike
Length: 2009

An old and forgotten nation returns. Bringing with it secrets that involve the creation of the element of harmony. Along with clues towards a unkown and deadly seventh element.

Twilight has been crowned princess, the crystal empire is in peace and love spreads throughout equestria protected by the six elements of harmony. But will the peace last? As a forgotten nation from outside of equestria’s border’s makes its reappearance to the world questionable motives follow. New friends and enemies have come to light , confusing every pony as to who exactly can be trusted and who cant. Events start to take place that incite panic , but the worse to come is the realization that the elements of harmony are not the only strange powers to exist. What will happen as the current bearers of the elements of harmony learn not only of the previous generations of elements of harmony but of a unknown seventh element. One that could very well cause the destruction of Equestria.
Emotions run high , bonds grow strong, the magic of friendship will be tested against its strongest foe!
The Shado-iccarn return!!

Published 2013-09-13 07:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-09-13 07:10:01 UTC

First casualty

First casualty

The sound of the raging sea slamming against the jagged and rocky coasts could be heard over the gasping colt. Along the cost a colt could be seen sprinting underneath the cloudy moonlight night. His silver and blue mane set him apart from the dull and colorless ground. The vapor from his breath trailing behind him in the cold wintery night. Eyes were wide with fear at what he had just witnessed.

“I must get word to the princesses!” He breathed out breathlessly as the toll of sprinting began to show in the earth ponies voice. His determination to relay the event he saw take place blinded him as a shadow was gaining on him with in-pony speed.

“Must....get....word...” the colt began to slow his heart pounding in his chest rapidly as his vision blurred , he knew he was pushing himself hard but why was he suddenly so exhausted? As his eyes were narrowing his heart nearly exploded with fear as the last sight he saw was the shadowy outline of a very large pony, one with a sinister grin of pure evil that shone in the moonlight.

“Please I don’t want to d...” the colt squeaked out as he fell to the ground. A slight chuckle could be heard as the shadow made his way to the passed out colt.

Standing above him slowly lowering his hoof to touch against the head of the colt he leaned down and whispered, “Shh it’s OK....its far to late for any pony to be awake....just go to sleep. ”

For a second the smile on the shadowy figures face seemed genuine and comforting. Just then the clouds passed the full light of the moon illuminating his face, his eyes a dull grey glowed becoming pitch a dark violet as his hoof was wrapped in a likewise color aura , a sickening snap and crunch sounded as he waved his hoof afterwards.

Starting to slowly walk away he could not help but let out a sickening chuckle, “You will all sleep !” The chuckle turning into a full on laugh as loud as a manticores howl as in the distance several large ships could be seen sailing towards the coast.

Author's Note

Hey there everyone! The names Joystuck! Imnew to the Fimfic community. This is the first time I've decided to share my current writings with others. Normally I just write random thoughts and plots down and leave them to clog space on my computer but for some reason after reading so many other talented bronies out there its driven me to step up and share my work as well. I suppose I should start here by saying you'l start to notice , if not already, im not gifted in the gramar depeartment. I do my best to make sure spelling is fine but I might miss some of the more nazi-ish rules out there. So please try and not stab me with pitchforks to much or sign the papers to send me to the gramar nazi work camps quite yet. Im always looking for advice and any criticism is good criticism, even the ones that arent good. Welp I suppose thats all thats left to say , I'll be trying my best to update this as fast as possible , I may wait till I have several chapters done before publishing them on here. Wish me luck! And I hope you enjoy the story ^_^.

The morning after

Snoring could be heard all the way from upstairs as spiked worked at placing a pile of new books onto their respective places along the shelves. In a odd turn of events spike was the one who first awoke to start chipping away at twilight’s ever long and well thought out to do list. With a grunt spike lifted up a heavy pile of books , balancing some on his the others holding in his free hand as he climbed up the ladder. Owlicious let out a hoot flying up alongside spike holding a book in his claws, staying by spikes side until he finished putting away the books.

“Thanks owlicious!” spike chimed in as he turned around grabbing the rather heavy book from his fellow assistant , rewarded a look of gratitude as a very worn out owlicious flew to rest by the windowsill. Spike could not best his curiosity as he starred at the huge black journal he held in his claws, slowly opening it up making sure to keep his balance on the ladder.

“Ancient folklore’s of forgotten nations.” spike’s face dead panned as he sighed shutting the book closed and stuffing it in a random spot along the book case.

“I swear half the book’s twilight orders are more dull then fluttershy’s comedy routine that time all their cuttiemarks got swapped.” amused spike out loud to nopony in particular as he slid down the ladder giving a cheerful bounce as he reached the floor. Reaching behind him pulling out a checklist from seemingly nowhere , checking off a few chores before sighing as he let the rest of the list roll out.

“Any longer and Celestia could read a few more of these all the way from Canterlot....” spike muttered before heading up the stairs to check on the still sleeping twilight. As he slowly opened the door peeking in he saw twilights wings sticking straight out from beneath the covers that otherwise covered the sleeping pony. He’s not to surprised to see her still asleep , she did drink an awful lot of hard cider last night, and she never drinks which only added to the heavily hung over induced sleeping. Spike closed the door making his way back down the stairs as memories of pinky pies party last night fluttered back to mind.

*24 hours ago*

“No,” came the curt reply from twilight as she walked along the market saddle bag on her side.

“PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE!” came the long drawn out plea from pinkie as she bounced alongside twilight.

Facehoofing before her reply twilight groaned out “No pinkie pie. The last time you threw a surprise party at the library the entire town showed up.”

Pinkie rolled her eyes now taking her place in front of twilight still hopping, “Well of course , it cant be a pinkie party with out alot of people!” her grin slowly fading as twilight’s dead panned expression refused to leave.

“Its fine I promise we wont break anything!” Pinkie replied her puppy dog like eyes coming into level with twilights every few seconds.

“You said that last time,” Twilight smirked raising an eye brow recalling the hours it took to restore the library back into order after words.

“It was not that bad....” pinkie tried to weakly say before twilight retorted “Pinkie , you and rainbow got so drunk that you dubbed my lampshade as Mr. Lampey Lampkins king of all lamps.” Pinkie stopped moving to the side letting a large shocked gasp slightly shake her frame as twilight walked past her a small smirk on her lips.

“You leave Lampey out of this twilight!” pinkie replied before a smile snapped back onto her face as in a second she appeared in front of twilight bouncing once again.

“Ugh your not gonna leave me alone until I say yes are you....” twilight said lowering her head her face showing her growing annoyance. Pinkie simply replied by nodding her head up and down in a blur as she bounced in place.

Twilight put a hoof to her head once more before replying slow, “Fine...,” putting her hoof up stopping pinkie in mid air as she in took a giant amount of air, “on one condition, you keep it small. NO. LARGE. PARTY. OK.” twilight put as much meaning behind those last words as she can looking up at the frozen pinkie who simply gave a quick nod.

Twilight let out a long drawn in breath knowing pinkie pie although hyper genic does not go back on a promise.

“THANK YOU TWILIGHT!!!!!!!!!!” pinkie let out as loud as a fog horn as her body rose more up into the air making twilight jump before a pink blur rocketed towards sugar cube corner, slamming the door off its hinges.

Twilight merely shook her head pulling out her shopping list and resuming what she had set out to do.

*The previous night*

“Mr Lampey noooo!” a certain pink mare called out before seconds later a crash could be heard as yet another on twilights lamps was broken by a pinkie party.

With a soft sigh twilight floated over a broom and dust pan with her magic, the purple aura gripping the broom and brushing the broken shards into the dust pan. Placing the pieces into the trash before the broom once again levitated into the emergency cleaning supplies in case of pinkie pie closet.

“Best organization task ever,” twilight muttered as she tried to keep a grin off her face from her own joke as she starred at the sign above the closet.

“Am mighty sorry for that Twi, i’ll try and get her to calm down some.” replied apple jack herself slightly tipsy from the hard cider.

“We both know that attempting to calm down normal pinkie pie is about as succesfull as trying to convince discord that chess is played souly on one dimensional level...” twilight shivered recalling a afternoon spent playing discords version of chess.

“Let alone trying to convince a drunken pinkie pie to calm down? We’d have a better chance convincing prince blue blood to roll around in mud.” Chimed in rarity as she sat prim and proper sipping at her wine as she watched the drunken dash and pinkie begin to commemorate the memory of Lampey Lampkins the fifth.

“I suppose ya’ll are right ...but still I..,” Aj was cut off as the screeching and intruding sound of bag pipes blared over as every turned to see a kilt dressed pinkie pie playing over the now burning trash can of Lampey’s remains as rainbow dash downed another bottle of hard cider.

“Ugh for once I think I might need a drink.....”replied twilight as he head hanged low a few hairs out of place as she looked at the now burning rites being given to her lamp.

“Long as its not that gargleblaster stuff that Vinyl and Octavia left over dearie....” replied Rarity as she brought forth the venomous drink whose warning label could scare off the meanest of drunks.

*back to present*

Spike shivered not caring to remember the events that followed after words.

“Where does pinkie pie even keep all that stuff ....” he whispered another set of shivers followed as he remembered up to a certain point all the antics the drunken pink mare had enacted last night.

“Oh well ....twilight deserves the rest. With all her public appearances and royal business and all ...its rare for her to have the chance to actually be in ponyvile lately...” lamented spike feeling a bit sad for his lifelong friend.

“A few hours of sleeping in will do her go-” suddenly interupted as his eyes bulged mouth swelling like a balloon until he let forth a flame filled burp as a letter slowly floated to the ground.

“Ugh.....I will never get used to that...” he complained as he bent down to pick up the letter seeing the royal seal of celestia on it he panicked for a second before laughing.

“It’s nothing bad , she’s most likely just sending twilight a letter to tell her that...” spike trailed off as he read it. His eyes slowly widening as he scanned each line frantically before dropping the letter and running up the stairs screaming, “Twiiiiilight!”

The letter slowly floated to the ground , at the very bottom of the writing displayed a symbol. A outline of a pony that appeared to have shadowy wisps flow from its mane and hooves. Written beneath it was the sentence that scared the baby dragon.

“We have returned.”