The Mystics

The Mystics

The sun blazes over Ponyville. Ponies of all shapes and sizes talking and doing their daily chores as vendors sell their wares to passers by. While at the Sugar Cube Corner, fillies of all ages enjoy their sweets before heading to school. Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara come out, giggling with a snobbish tone. The door closes with a jingle of its bell as they begin to trot over, rather slowly, to Ponyville High School.

 Diamond Tiara huffs with annoyance as she turns to Silver Spoon, "I don't know why I of all ponies still have to go to this disgusting high school. I mean, I'm obviously the most intelligent of all the ponies here.”

She flips her mane as they begin to trot up the stairs to the entrance. Silver Spoon chuckles, pushing open the door, "I know, right? Wish your daddy would  figure that out."

Silver Spoon steps forward and holds the door open for Diamond Tiara. Silver Spoon  feels as though she needs to bow to Diamond Tiara as she trots in. When she takes a step forward, however, an orange blur flashes by her, making her spin on her hooves before falling onto her stomach.

After collecting herself, she turns yelling furiously, "Who just did that!"

 "Oh, calm down, Diamond Tiara.Its not like you chipped your hoof or anything." Laughed the pegasus Scootaloo, who stood in front of her with her scooter, wearing her pads and helmet with a shiny blue and silver scooter under her hooves. She turns away from Diamond Tiara and climbs onto the scooter, showing off  her cutie mark of a scooter with a lightning bolt striking through it. Her purple mane spikes out at the top of her head while her wings curl up against her side ready to push off in a moment’s notice.

Scootaloo calls over her shoulder, "Now, if you’ll excuse me, I am late for history class so..."

She zips off in the blink of an eye, shooting a gust of wind at the ponies around her. "See ya!"

        Feeling the air in her mane, Scootaloo flies through the hallways, her scooter’s wheels passing over the smooth tile floor as if she were on ice. Her wings beat faster than any humming bird, she whistles by pony after pony before screeching to a halt at Room 211 labeled history. Folding up her scooter so it fits into her saddlebag and taking off her pads and helmet, she pushes open the door casually trotting over to her desk next to the earth pony Apple Bloom and the unicorn Sweetie Belle. She looks Apple Bloom as she sits down, flashing a smile before giving her a hoof bump.

"Hey, Apple Bloom! Hopefully I didn't miss anything."

        "Nah, y'all ain’t missed nothin’. Mr. Hoofstein is late anyway," Apple Bloom says as she tips up her red cowgirl hat. Her mane braided down her back with one large loop at the bottom, close to the middle of her back. Her body is slender with sweat bands around her legs. She swishes her tail brushing it against her cutie mark of an apple with a black belt wrapped around it.

Scootaloo tilts her head confused, "Huh, that isn't like him at all. I mean I’m always late, but he is always, like, 30 minutes early."

        "Maybe you finally got to him, Scootaloo," Scootaloo turns her head after hearing Sweetie Belle’s voice. Scootaloo laughs, noticing Sweetie Belle holding a mirror up to her face adjusting her light purple mane around her ears into small buns but laid out the further down her back. Sweetie Belle hums a lullaby she wrote that gave her the cutie mark of a microphone with a sparkling star on the handle.

" Now that would be something awesome!" The three friends laugh together only to be interrupted by a stern cough coming from the door of the classroom. The chattering ponies quickly fall silent as Mr. Hoofstein slowly trots into the room. He wears a pair of glasses and is in a suit with a v-neck. He uses his magic to adjust his tie before stopping in front of the board. He coughs to clear his throat, then looks out towards the class.

        "Now class. today we have a special lesson, but before we begin, who knows what the three basic battle magic types are?" he looks around, expecting a quick response, but sighs and points to a purple unicorn named Candy.

        She takes a deep breath before standing, "The three basic battle magic types are known as Sorcery, Conjuring and Scripted magic."

        He nods to her, "That is correct. Well done, Candy. Now who can describe to me what Sorcery magic consists of?"

He blinks as a colt raises his hoof standing to answer. "Sorcery is the most basic out of the three battle magics. It consists of different spells that require specific factors.For example, if we used sorcery magic in this room, it may come out as turning the walls into a type of rock or boulder. Maybe even water since we are below sea level."

        Mr. Hoofstein nods slowly, allowing the colt to sit down. "Very good. This magic is used today by the Royal Guard to pursue criminals and protect ponies throughout the world." He stops, adjusting his glasses and coughs before beginning again. "Next is conjuring magic. What pony would like to describe this kind of magic?"

Another colt stands almost instantly, "Conjuring magic is one of the coolest magics out there! It allows what ever pony that uses it to summon objects or creatures to aid them. This is also why it’s called the Magic of Imagination. For example, Princess Luna can summon swords and other types of weaponry to aid her in battle. Like when she and Princess Celestia fought against King Sombra at the Crystal Empire. Luna summoned a wheels of blades that were bathed in moonlight to deflect Sombra's attacks!"

He almost jumps with enthusiasm but is hushed by Mr. Hoofstein.

        "That is correct and a very... uh, well... studied example. Next is the magic of Script," Mr. Hoofstein says as he hovers over a cup of coffee. "There is very little knowledge about this kind of magic, but it is rumoured to be the building blocks to all magic. It is said that this magic can only be used if the right phrase and amount of magic power is produced for the spell the user wishes to cast. Also it is known as god magic or even elemental magic." He takes a quick sip of his coffee before clearing his throat once again. "Now that the review is over, I would like to welcome both Princess Celestia and Princess Luna!"

        The class gasps out in surprise, giggling and whispering to each other as the princess trot into the room. Princess Celestia smiles as she waves at the children, letting her rainbow mane blow and wave, while Luna trots in, following her sister. They stand in front of the class, letting everyone calm down before they speak. When the class finally hushes down, Celestia pulls down a projector screen.

        "Wow, you all sure know a lot about battle magic, but let me ask you something. What type of pony is able to use magic?" She looks around the room as several hooves fly up almost begging to be picked, however, only two ponies in the class didn’t have their hooves raised. Both Scootaloo and Apple Bloom kept their hooves down as they whisper to one another. Celestia smirks and calls out to them, "How about you, Scootaloo?"

        Scootaloo practically falls out of her desk as she stands up, rubbing the back of her head in embarrassment, "Umm... sorry. What was the question?"

 She holds back her red cheeks as both Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle giggle. " My question was what type of pony can use magic?" Celestia says again with a faint hint of humor in her voice.

        "Oh! That’s easy. It’s obviously unicorns!" Scootaloo says with such confidence.

Celestia's ears twitch with amusement but nods, "Yes, that is correct, but what if I said there was an exception to this? That earth ponies and even pegasi can use magic?"

She then turns on a projector crystal, revealing an earth pony with a symbol of a star next to his photograph. Scootaloo blinks in confusion and even chuckles at the idea, "That’s impossible! No other pony besides a unicorn can use magic."

        Celestia nods to Luna to speak. They share a glance before she turns. "We have decided to show you something that has been kept away for years. Only the Royal Guard and the princesses have known this, but we believe it is time to allow it to be known as well as known taught . The earth pony you see on the screen is known as Rocketo. He was part of a group that we named “The Mystics”. When the group first rose to power they were able to defeat anypony in their path and never showed misery. They were a group of ponies that had the ability to use magic, even though, none of them were unicorns, or even related to one. The one thing that made a Mystic a Mystic was the way they used their magic. The color of their irises would change and a black fog, almost like flames, would surround their eyes. This is what symbolizes the use of their magic, just like how a unicorn’s horn glows when they use magic."

The class lies in silence, listening intently. Even Scootaloo gives her full attention, amazed by the information that she just can’t believe. As she looks at the earth pony on screen, she notices his dark red coat and black mane. She also noticed his left ear is missing a small piece, almost as if it was cut off. A long scar crosses over his left eye. His flanks seem unharmed but slender with rippling muscles down his legs. His cutie mark is like nothing she has ever seen before, a snowflake with two blades crossing over it.

        Celestia points to a chart next to Rocketo's figure where a few of his characteristics is listed, but the one thing that catches Scootaloo's eye was the magic category and the criminal record. Celestia interrupts her train of thought as she begins talking about Rocketo. "Rocketo was known to be the leader of the Mystics. His intellect as well as his experiences with Sorcery magic was like nothing we had ever seen. Being able to use Sorcery magic, he was able to freeze anything or anypony in a block of ice, but his magic ignored all the basic laws of Sorcery magic. No matter where he was or the conditions of battle, he was in, Rocketo was able to use ice magic. When he uses his magic, his eyes turn to red, showing everypony how bloodthirsty he was."

She pauses for a moment to see if anypony had questions but then speaks again, "In addition to being able to use ice magic at all times, Rocketo was also able to use the daggers  attached to his flanks. These daggers, along with his ice magic, gave him the nickname, Scarlet Dancer."

She waits once more for any questions, and when none came, she clicks the projector. However, this time it displays another pony, a pegasus mare. Scootaloo has stars in her eyes as the pegasus was shown with the symbol of The Mystics next to her photo. She notices her blue eyes and large wings. Unlike Rocketo, this mare is very sleek and had a long dark purple mane that covered her shoulder blades, draping down on the right portion of her face.  Scootaloo looks careful at the statistics on this mare’s chart, noting her magic being called “Necromancy”.

What kind of magic is that? she thinks as she lounges back into her desk chair.

        Luna steps up, pointing with her wing toward the board. "This Mystic is known as Raven, nicknamed The Reaper. She used the magic art of Conjuring. Her eyes would glow a dark purple. She would use her magic to call upon deadly weapons of darkness. Her favorite weapon was known as the Death Scythe which she swung and held in her wings with very little effort. She also labeled her magic as ‘Necromancy’."

She stops and looks at the clock above the class room door before speaking again,“Raven would use her scythe to cut down her victims with incredible speed, slicing off limbs and even cutting ponies in half that dared defy her. When she and I fought years ago, she matched even my strength when it came to her magic weaponry.”

 Before Luna can continue, the school’s bell rings for the end of class. Everypony begins to stand and leave the room while Mr. Hoofstein calls to them. “We will be continuing this in the next class and don’t forget to study for the test next week!”

        Scootaloo, amazed after hearing about a pegasus that could use magic finds herself, for the first time during her life, not wanting to leave the classroom. Her heart thumps with excitement as if doing one of her intense stunts, but this was something more. Something that couldn't be beaten by doing a measly stunt. Sighing, she stands up, getting her saddlebag as the princesses say their goodbyes to the class. Scootaloo trots out of the room with the other two crusaders behind her. She shakes her head coming, back from her day-dreams.

        "Hey girls, want to go see what Twilight's doing? I heard she was renting rooms out in her castle, like a hotel or something," Sweetie Belle says as she puts her mirror away into her saddlebag.

        "Sure, don't see why not. Could be fun to see what ponies be passin through," says Apple Bloom.

Scootaloo just nods as they head out toward the middle of town. Passing by pony after pony, Scootaloo begins looking around. She sees butterflies flutter in for the flowers that bloom in the sun letting, their wings glow like small moons. She then spots Pinkie Pie jumping in her kitchen window bringing her famous cupcakes over to the young fillies, who are playing jump rope outside on the cobblestone pathway.

Before she knows it, they reach Twilight's castle. Walking inside, they look up with astonishment at how high the ceilings were compared to her old tree house library. The marble flooring and sparkling crystal walls so polished that their reflections can be seen. They walk through the front door onto a red carpet that seems to go on forever, only to turn left to where Twilight sits at her reception desk with room keys and sign-in sheet. A young stallion is talking to her as they walk up. Twilight points at her sign-in sheet, handing him a key as he begins signing his name.

 Scootaloo looks at the colt with questionable eyes, noticing his short blue and white mane going down his back, outlining his shoulders. His tail is thick, brushing past his cutie mark, a hoof engulfed in blue flames. She can’t quite see his eyes or face.On his back is a old, brown saddlebag that looks as if it’s been through a typhoon, covered in cuts and tears as well as stains of mud.

I wonderwhere this colt came from? Scootaloo thinks to herself.

As they get up to the counter, they overhear Twilight speak to him, "Okay, now that you signed in, you just need to go up the stairs and take a left on the second floor, and your room will be three doors to your left."

"Excellent, thank you," he says as he turns and bumps into Scootaloo, causing her to slip on the marble floor. Just before she falls, he catches her. He quickly helps her up onto her hooves. " Oh, I am terribly sorry. I wasn't paying attention."

Scootaloo shakes herself before looking up to speak, "It’s okay, no big de..."

 She looks up, his brown eyes meeting her's. Her heart begins to race as she finds herself unable to break her gaze from his soft chocolate brown eyes. She can feel a blush crawl across her face, but snaps out of it turning her gaze away from him, clearing her throat.

"M-my name’s Scootaloo. What’s your's?" she tries asking without sounding so nervous.

        He smiles, standing up straight. "My name is Fang. It’s nice to meet you, Scootaloo."