The Plane. A world apart from any other. Every generation, beings of Light known as Avatars each choose a hero to wield their light, and slave the darkness. The Avatars control the powers of the Emberlight, Arcticlight, Gardenlight, Boulderlight, Ghostlight, Gustlight, Electrolight, and Channelight. With the powers of light, they wage their battle against the darkness, chasing it back every time it returns. They had succeeded in every generation until this.
"It is over. The War of Light has been lost."
The Avatars gathered around their master as he spoke. His ears flipped up and down in irritation and contemplation. The Avatar’s heroes had been lost in the battle. Absorbed by the traitor.
"Morn Dread has turned to the darkness. He has betrayed the kingdom. Stolen our power; and now uses it against the world."
The now dark knight, Morn Dread, had stormed the castle of Canterlot and defeated the other heroes of Light. Taking their powers, he had become unstoppable.
Morn Dread was the chosen wielder of the Electrolight, enabling him the control over all electricity. Instead of fighting back the darkness, he was corrupted, seeing the Light as a means of conquering the other worlds. He turned against his friends, fighting against the other heroes.
Now as the Avatars talked, defeated by one of their own, they planned their next step. They had to stop him.
“We must choose new heroes!” Burst Cendiary, Avatar of the Emberlight argued.
“Neigh!” shouted the Avatar of Gardenlight, Forest Trot. “What if another Morn Dread rises? We will have two to deal with! Morn is still alive, meaning Voltage cannot choose another!”
“Yea, he is right! We can only choose seven heroes now!”
“Neigh!” the Avatar of Arcticlight, Freeze Gamma bellowed, stomping his hoof on the ground. “Morn has stolen all their powers. We cannot choose another!”
The Avatars squabbled among themselves, prickling the orange fur of their master, finally forcing his voice.
“ENOUGH! You will not fight among yourselves! There is much to be done! Seven of you can still choose a hero. Your heroes are dead, allowing you to retain your powers and your choice. However, Voltage, you can no longer choose a hero until Morn Dread has been slain.”
Voltage lowered his head. “What then, master? What do we do? Where do we look?”
The master stood, flicked his dual-coloured tail, and turned towards the Avatars. “You find another world. This one is lost to the darkness, but we can take it back. Find your heroes. Train them. Show them the way of the Light and beat the darkness back to its hiding place! Talk amongst yourselves. Find a suitable world and suitable heroes. When you have reached a verdict, you know where to find me.”
The Avatars turned back to each other as the master returned to his perch.
“This Equestria is lost. We have to evacuate its citizens. Bring them here, perhaps,” Roost Anvil, Avatar of the Boulderlight said. “But what of another Equestria? One in an alternate dimension? There must be another one we can choose.”
Bleak Wind, Avatar of the Ghostlight nodded. “I have scouted many worlds. I know of one. One that has yet to be touched by the darkness.”
“But by using that world, we risk bringing the darkness there!” Burst Cendiary objected. “Why pull in an innocent world?”
“There is no choice!” Bleak argued. “Without the darkness to interfere, we will have time. We must teach them the way of Light. Only then, will they have the chance to defeat Morn Dread.”
Tantrum, Avatar of the Gustlight, blew out steam, showing his disgust. “That is preposterous!”
“No choice,” said Vizier, the Avatar of Channelight. “We will have to do it.”
Tantrum threw a tantrum but didn’t say more.
“We have our plan,” Freeze said. “Shall we go on with it?”
“First, we’ll have to consult the master, he will want to hear of our plans,” Vizier supposed. “I shall do it.”
Vizier walked up the spiral staircase as the Avatars stood among themselves. They contemplated in their own minds. Morn Dread had all their powers. He had the power to extinguish the light. They had to stop him. They had to find heroes with skill. With power. With intelligence.
“Where do we look?” Forest asked. “It is a big world.”
Bleak Wind let out a little chuckle. “I already know, friends. I have scouted this world. I have found the place.”
Roost Anvil let out a huge yawn. “Well, when you finally want to tell us, let me know. I’ll be taking a short nap.”
“I was just about to,” Bleak said, eyeing the sleepy giant. “The same place we normally find our heroes. Canterlot. The Canterlot of this world.”
“Easy enough,” Burst shrugged. “We can start there.”
After discussing more on their choices and preferences, Vizier returned down the stairs, taking the attention of the rest of the Avatars.
“So…” Voltage started. “What does The Fox say?”
The dark knight, Morn Dread paced down the halls of the ruined castle of Canterlot. Most of the population had gotten away while the other heroes stalled him. He had eventually defeated them with trickery and skill. Now with the other seven powers in his hooves, including the power the darkness gave him, he felt so much power. One kingdom was not enough.
“More,” he muttered to himself. “I must have more…”
No doubt the Avatars would bring forth more heroes to challenge him. But they couldn’t stop him. Not even their master, The Fox, could. The darkness had given him power, and it had promised more. He couldn’t stop at Canterlot. He needed to take the rest of Equestria.
“Nothing is going to stand in my way!” he shouted to the sky. “Not you Fox, and certainly not you Avatars!”
He blasted a pillar of electricity up into the sky, laughing as the electricity lit up the sky, sparking across the stars with a brilliant but menacing orange hue.
“I’ll take what I want!”
Home Run hopped off his bicycle as he ran towards the school building.
“Oh man, oh man!” he muttered as he raced for the front door. “Can’t be late on my first day!”
He stopped by a mirror in the hallway to adjust himself. He pushed back some of his dark blue hair, dusted off his light blue skin and shifted his baseball bat band up his arm before resuming his run to the principal’s office.
“Must be this way,” he thought as he ran on, almost smashing into a girl with pink hair and skin who jumped out from around the corner.
“Hi there,” she started. “Are you new here? I’m Pinkie Pie, what’s your name?”
Home Run didn’t have time to stop, so he continued past here.
“Sorry!” he called back, giving a wave of apology as he went on.
He arrived at the office, straightened his shirt, and reached for the handle.
“You should knock,” a voice said behind him.
Home Run almost jumped back as he turned to see the same girl behind him.
“Uhh… thanks,” he grunted. “Sorry. I’m in a rush. I don’t want to be late. I’ll talk to you another time perhaps.”
“Okie dokie,” she replied. “See you next time!”
Home Run turned back to knock on the door as Pinkie Pie left.
“Come in,” a voice called.
Home Run opened the door, acknowledging the principal, who had multiple colours in her hair. “Good morning, ma’am. Sorry, I’m a little late.”
“It’s fine,” she replied. “You must be Home Run? The new student?”
Home Run nodded quickly. “Yes. Again, I am sorry I’m late.”
The principal smiled. “It’s alright. Classes don’t start in another ten minutes.”
“They don’t?” Home Run asked. “I must have misread the timing.”
“Well,” the principal continued. “You’re early then. No worries. Anyway, I’m Principal Celestia, and welcome to Canterlot High School.”
