The Rise Of Canterlot

A brilliant pink light blazed from the sky. 6 forms hovered in the air above the land below.

The forms were of ponies.

They shimmered like the sun, glowing with magic. Their silhouettes danced in the light, a rainbow surrounding them with its brilliant color.

Six ponies. Six elements. All will come as one. They will bring back what has been lost. The evil shall parish and all will return. Canterlot will rise again.

The forms began to become clearer and closer. They began to have their own look and shape as them as not one, but six.

But before they could become clear enough to tell what or who they were...

The world faded with a loud crash and thud and everything was gone.