Classical Elements Elimination

Distant voices shouted out in the still, black night. The sounds echoed through the air and faded out. Silence returned and the night regained it’s peaceful composure. The village slept on.

A short distance from where the voices had sounded, a smaller figure emerged from an alleyway and glanced around before sprinting on down another seclusive alley.

As she emerged again, an outcry sounded out to her left. A small group of ponies stood where she was looking, all holding torches and wearing looks of both exhaustion and anger.

The men began to run towards her when suddenly their torches extinguished. Darkness enveloped them, and the hooded pony fled.

She again had reached another intersection when she collided with somepony and was thrown down to the ground.

Her hood fell revealing her appearance.

She had a smooth, glossy, light honey colored coat. Her wide, bright eyes were blood red with speckles of a fierce orange woven in. Coating her cheeks were ash grey freckles that seemed as though they could be blown off like sand with a single wisp of wind.

A slight breeze blew her thick hair around her head. Another breeze stirred it again, making it seem like crackling flames dancing around her face.

Even without movement, the pony’s mane seemed to be alive. The brilliant orange that dominated her mane’s color crackled and swayed in accordance with the lighter orange that highlighted the flame here and there.

She was both beautiful and dangerous.

The pony sprang to her feet and used her magic to pull her hood back onto her head.

The pony she had run into stood statue still staring at her. This individual also sported a traveling cloak which concealed his identity.

“I have been expecting you, Fiamma.” The man spoke in a quiet, musical voice that faded away like a traveling gust of wind. “It would have more appreciated of you if you had not caused such a skirmish amongst the townsfolk. No matter. We must depart immediately.”

Fiamma’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“Why should I trust you, Agua?” Her soft, melodic voice echoed softly over the shouts of the ponies she had distressed. “The last time I entrusted myself in your dank company, my life was almost extinguished. You think me to be foolish enough to do that again?”

“May we at least have our discussion elsewhere? Your friends that you left in the dark are approaching us.”

“Very well.”

Both ponies extended their wings and shot up into the air, soaring over the entire village and landing moments later in an abundantly filled field.

“Well?” Fiamma snapped. “What is it?”

Agua smiled. “Oh, how I have missed you, Fiamma!”

He shot towards her without warning and kissed her.

Under the pressure of his lips, Fiamma let out a hiss, and an eruption of scorching heat appeared, blowing Agua backwards into the air.

He let out a distinct howl of pain but managed to keep himself up in the air.

Agua’s cloak was on fire, but within a second, the flame was extinguished by a sudden quenching of an enormous wave.

He flew down to the ground, grinning, even though his cloak was completely burned and ruined.

His sleek blue coat was much like hers, as was his flowing ice blue mane, which was streaked with traces of the sea's foamy white.

Agua’s aqua eyes sparkled with mischief and something else mysterious.

“Not bad Fiamma. I see that you still have your wits about you.”

“As do you, Agua. I see that nothing has changed. Your head is still in your ass.”

He smirked once again.

“As I was saying,” he continued, “We need to go into hiding.”

“We already are in hiding, you complete munter!”

“Ah, I see you do not understand, as usual. What I mean to say is that we cannot let anypony see us. No one at all.”

“Is he searching for us?” Fiamma asked, her voice barely a whisper.

“I’m afraid so.”

“Are Nuvola and Erde safe?”

“I already warned them.”

The two stood in silence for several minutes.

"I thank you greatly for your word of caution, but now, I must depart."

As Fiamma spread her wings, Agua called out, "Don't I get a goodbye kiss?"

Fiamma smirked.

"In your dreams, fish brain."

She took off and rode the wind, deciding that improvising her hideout would be her best option.

After many long hours of traveling, Fiamma was passing overhead a forest when something in her peripheral vision caught her attention.

Leaves, twigs, and other assorted thing you would find in the woods were being stirred by a gust of wind. The power of the breeze strengthened and began to spiral up, taking the things it had stirred with it.

The twister rose out of the forest, just above the tops of the trees, and moved to an unhealthy area of the forest where it dispersed and dumped it’s contents.

Fiamma glided towards the forest and into the clearing where the twister first appeared.

As she touched down onto the firm ground, she heard a small gasp, and suddenly, her vision was clouded by a thick patch of fog.

“Nuvola?” She called out. “It is just me, Fiamma.”

She waited, but there was no reply.

“Agua told you the news then, did he?”

“Yes,” A tentative voice sounded from somewhere behind the fog. “But before I show myself, prove it is you.”

A circle of flames appeared in the air above the fog. The circle shot more fire upwards into the sky before the entire thing exploded, and all that was left was sprinkles of fine ash falling from the sky as if they were snowflakes.

The cloud of fog disappeared and standing before Fiamma was a pixie like pony with a shimmering sky blue coat. Her mane was short, white, and accented with the green of leaves that float aimlessly in the breeze.

The pony’s muzzle was faintly tinted with white, and her wary eyes shone with relief and joy.

“Fiamma!” she cried, and ran in to hug her old friend. “You were not chased, were you?”

“I do not believe so.” Fiamma replied. “I am so happy to have found you, Nuvola. You look great, I-”

Fiamma was cut off mid sentence by a low, menacing chuckle.

The two alicorns huddled together.

“We must go, now!” Nuvola hissed. “He found us!”

“Fog him!”

The thick, dense clouds returned to the ground.

“Let us go into the air. I will protect us then better.”

The two shot into the air, and a fiercely burning ball of flame created a shell around them.

A deep, thunderous voice broke out from the almost still silence.

“You think that you will be able to stop me with a sad little fire? Ha!”

“No,” Nuvola growled. “We will stop you with what we are made of, not what we are able to make!”

She then whispered to Fiamma, “Cut the fire! I’ll distract him, you run.”

“Don’t worry,” she said to cut off Fiamma, “I will escape.”

“Fine.” Fiamma snapped. “I hope to see you in the future.”

“You will,” Nuvola insisted, “But right now we really need to get going.”

Fiamma sighed, and a second later, the ball of fire was gone.

As soon as she was free, she darted out into the open air and away from the fight that was about to take place.

Fiamma heard someone roar in frustration, and seconds later, an icy blast tore through the air and made contact with her body.

The next thing she knew was that she was falling, out of the sky, and back into the dark forest.

As she fell, her vision blackened, and the sounds she heard reverberated in her head as if she was in a tunnel.

When she hit the ground, all she was aware of was the pain etching itself into her body, and the distant sounds of a fight.

And then all was black, and the world gone.