MLP the Team

by ThinkerBrony

Rating: everyone
Tags: Crossover, Slice of Life, Comedy, Random
Length: 1053

A fun and adventures story that will be loved and be wanted to be read over and over again. Wanting to know of how the Team was created, and of how they became as an actual team in the end.

The team was made but was never meant to exist. The team will set out to look for dangerous magical items that were hidden from pony kind by Princess Celestia. The team will have to work together to unlock the secrets of the past and themselves. Opening a number of occasions of MLP.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-12-22 02:00:03 UTC

Greatness from Small Beginnings Ep 1

Writing Part 1

A Thousand year's ago after the event's of nightmare moon. A group set out to hide magical items when the kingdom was still a new. When the tasks were done,the group made a secret scroll and gave it to the Princess. The group went in to hiding and they never talked about this again.

"Ocampus! We need to start packing, we only have 2 weeks." said by an old pony talking to his grandson, who is reading the book.

"Grandfather, I know that but I want to know more about this book." said Ocampus, the young pony with a brown coat and grayish mane, and on the side of his flank is a spherical campus.

On the young pony he carries a small amulet around his neck, which mostly appears to be a rock from afar.While the grand father is an old pegasus with a more lighted brown coat and a white mane.

"Ocampus, that book is too old and the pony who made it never signed his or her name on it. I would tell you if I know." said Ocampus's grandfather with disappointment.

"OK, grandfather" said Ocampus with a sad look upon his face.

"Oh! Ocampus, I have this letter for you from canterlot." He held the letter in his hoof in front of Ocampus.

Ocampus's Grandfather gave the letter to Ocampus with a big smile. In pure excitement, Ocampus opens the letter and reads it.

Dear Ocampus' We have chosen you..............and one of the six to get a job on the museum as head curator assistant.

Please come to canterlot to compete the chosen of the Job.

"Ocampus, this is is amazing." said Ocampus's grandfather.

"Yes, it is but..." Ocampus said hesitating.

"Why so nervous? You wanted to get this job for a long time. You are one of the six." said his grandfather.

"I know but we're moving and I don't want you to do the moving  by yourself." said Ocampus.

"Don't worry about it, I'll be fine. Right now, I want you to go to canterlot and follow your dream to be an Archaeologist," Ocampus's grandfather said, smiling.

"Are you sure?" he responded worriedly.

" Yes I am, now go get packing I can take it form here"

Ocampus went to canterlot with the bits that his grandfather and him had left over. By the time he got there, it was night. Knowing that he can't rent a room, Ocampus headed to the museum to see if anypony was still there. While carrying his old saddle bag with small holes, he pulls out a small guidance book for directions.

After getting to the museum it was already closed, he was about to leave till an old pony opens the door."What do you want?"

"Oh, I am here to ask about the choosing of the job?" said Ocampus

"Your'll here early, but I can show you around." said the old pony with an eerily tone. "So, why are you here? Don't you have a place to sleep or to rent?"

"I don't have the bits to rent a room, but that doesn't mined me."

"What! You came to the job choosing without bits? You do realize we are not responsible for you." said the old pony frantically. " Especially looking like that". he pointed to Ocampus's old saddle bag.

"I know, but my grandfather and I have bits issues and we use what we had left to get me here." he said assuredly."I am here to show what I got and to show what i know, using my skills." there was a gleam of determination in his eyes.

"You really think you'll get the job?" the old pony said, eyeballing Ocampus head to tail."You're up against some of the best ponies who wants the job, but I want to know is why?"

"I am not just doing this because I love the job to become a Archaeologist; no, not just that but my grandfather use to be a Archaeologist and I am doing this for him." said Ocampus smiling.

"Mmm...," the old pony grunted, "Okay, don't have bits for a place you can stay here for the time being."

Ocampus exploded with excitement,"Thank you, I don't know what to say, but thank you!"

"Don't think about it you have a dig day tomorrow."

The next day, the choosing of the job as started. The ponies who have been chosen to get the job came to the museum. Ocampus came in to the room were the choosing is being held, the announcer tells all the ponies where each are from.

A  male unicorn walked up to Ocampus. " So, an earth pony born from Hollow Shades, huh?"

"Oh, no. I 'm from Hollow Shades but I was actually born in Cloudsdale." Ocampus responded respectfully. Making sure that his peers don't misunderstand the certain situation.

"You're from Cloudsdale?!" the unicorn said suspiciously. "Your a funny kid, but don't think you can get this job because it's mine."  said the unicorn awfully seriously. The unicorn walks away with a horrible smirk on his face.

"Okay, that was nice." said Ocampus, sarcastically.

"Hi there," a mare pegasus approaches near Ocampus's sight. "Don't mined him, he's just full of himself," the mare throws a glance at the direction where the unicorn left.

"Hi, name's Ocampus, and you are?" said Ocampus, lifting a hoof to shake.

The mare responds with a smile and shakes Ocampus's hoof. "Name's Flycatcher."

Before Ocampus could say another word. A pony went up the stand and presents the head curator of the museum.

At Ocampus surprise it was the old pony that he talked to last night.

"Thank you for coming but you all know only one can get this job. I will chose 2 out of the six competitors to get the job. Out in the next 3 weeks I will test your skills, your knowledge; henceforth,  to chose the best for this job, so be ready we will start tomorrow. Good day." the old pony, now known as the head curator, leaves the stage.

"Looks like we'll be fighting for the same job, wish you luck miss Flycatcher." said Ocampus with a friendly tone.

"You too."   Flycather waved goodbye to Ocampus and disappears into the hall of the museum.

Comic Part 1