Canadian Pacific 5-5

Chapter 6: The Revelation

I swung at Niner-Brody only to have him leap backwards and out of the way. Niner-Brody then dragged his partners back and Niner-Conner created a large, rock wall between them and us. I immediately knew what they were doing and began to laugh. I told my friends that the Niners were making their own swords behind the wall and they started laughing too. We all knew that with such little time their weapons would be poorly crafted and terribly unbalanced. Suddenly the wall sank into the ground and the Niners stepped forward, all four of them looked scared.

“FOR THE CITIZENS!!!” we cried as we charged again. “Eep” was the reply from the Niners.

Our swords collided with the Niners’ and sparks flew. With every hit after that our sword would spew small amounts of our elements at the Niners, pebbles, water and fire flew in every direction as gusts of wind swept through. The fight raged on as the wind began to pick up, rain pelted the ground, rocks flew and flames all engulfed the Niners. All of a sudden everything stopped, the Niners had been defeated. As they lay there bleeding they shimmered out of existence and we knew it could only mean one thing. The world faded into a white expanse and we found ourselves in the Void again.

We stuck our weapons back into their sheaths as the Writer appeared.

“You performed admirably,” the Writer said, “To honour you, and fulfil the promise made by the title, I will give you a new ally.”

“Wait,” I said, “What do you mean ‘fulfil the promise made by the title’? This is our entire existence there is no title for that.”

The Writer didn’t answer right away; instead he made a sweeping gesture with his hand and our friend Andrew appeared in the void.

“Who, what, when, where, why, how?” he sputtered incomprehensibly.

“I will give your friend powers too,” said the Writer, “Then I will explain everything. Well, almost everything.”

A pillar shot from the floor in front of Andrew. One half was as yellow as the sun, the other half was as black as the void of space, and tracing down the centre of the pillar was an engraving of a lightning bolt. The Writer spoke to Andrew privately and moments later there was a flash of light.

Andrew turned around and said, “This is why you guys weren’t hanging out with me. You were too busy being the Elemental Four.”

“I guess we’ll have to change it to the Elemental Five now,” I said, “Hey, wait a minute. The ‘title’ wouldn’t be ‘The Elemental Five’ now would it?”

“Indeed it is. I guess I should elaborate,” the Writer sighed, “It began a long time ago; I got an idea for a story and wrote it down. I then transferred it to my laptop and that’s where it gets weird. As I was typing it out the story began to take on a life of its own, I could influence what happened but otherwise it wrote itself. I then realized that I could, quite literally, put myself into the story. The story I’m talking about, is this one.”

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“WHAT!?!” the ponies yelled.

“That’s exactly what me and my friends said,” I told them.

“But then that would mean…” Twilight trailed off as her eyes grew wide.

“Yeah, don’t dwell on that for too long,” I said, “Just don’t think about it and you’ll be fine.”

“Ok,” Twilight said, still sounding a little bewildered.

“Mind if I continue?” I asked.

“No, go ahead,” she replied.

“Alright then,” I said.

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“WHAT!?!” we all yelled.

“Yes,” the Writer continued as he began to change shape, “You’re nothing but fictional versions of me and my friends. My real name…is Conner McFadden.”

“But…that’s…you…” I sputtered. I was looking at a perfect replica of me minus the Automail I had acquired.

“Please, let me finish,” Conner said, “This is going to get confusing if this goes on any longer so, here it is. This ‘Void’ is the monitor of my laptop and your world is the hard drive. All of this was my idea except for adding Andrew to the mix and setting your Niner selves on you; those were my friend’s ideas. Now like I said before our time in the ‘Void’, I like that name better by the way, is limited and I must send you back. But before you go I must tell you that there will be a following set of chapters written about you. It will be set about a month from now and, like in my world, you will be going back to school for a fifth year. So you will have to balance saving the world and doing homework. Goodbye, for now.”

Suddenly we found ourselves standing in front of City hall again. We turned to see a cheering crowd that surged forward and hoisted us onto their shoulders. They carried us into City Hall and deposited us in front of the Mayor. The Mayor personally thanked us for ridding the city of evil and apologized for blaming us for what the Niners did. We thanked the Mayor and citizens before we left, flying off to my house. On the way back however I took a detour and picked up a ton of scrap metal from the junkyard, I knew I’d need it for something. After we landed at my house my friends went into the rec room to watch TV. I continued on, unloaded the scrap metal into my workshop and began working on a bladed weapon for Andrew.

I should tell you that when I create swords I think of what the person is like, what their fighting style is like and their personality. In doing so the sword seems to create itself and I’m basically the middleman of the operation. As I thought of Andrew I thought of how his fighting style is a bit like a fencer’s except with more power and a little less finesse. As the hilt came together like that of a hand-and-a-half sword I began to dwell upon his powers. As the blade began to form I realized that the colours of his pillar meant that he could control both light and dark, and likely electricity too due to the clash between his major elements. Moments after beginning to ponder on the implications of what I had just realized I noticed that the sword had finished itself. It was a unique sword that looked like a scaled down broadsword save for one major difference. It had two blades instead of one.

The blades ran parallel to each other about half an inch apart. The cross guard looked as if it had been taken from a Scottish claymore. Sitting in the centre of the guard at the point where the hilt met the blades was a circular indentation and in it was engraved a yin-yang. I looked over the sword one more time and called Andrew into my workshop. I placed the sword in his hands and I redistributed the metal within the sword until he said that it felt perfectly balanced to him. I then had him imbue each blade of the sword with one of his powers. He started with light and when he did the left side of the yin-yang lit up white. Two things happened when he put darkness into the other blade; first the right side of the yin-yang lit up black and just after it did a crackle of electricity ran up between the blades like a Jacob’s ladder. As electricity continued to slowly arc its way up the blades I set about making the sword a leather sheath just like I had done for the others.

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“What did you think?” I asked.

“Pretty cool,” Rainbow Dash said, “But do you think you could show us the swords? I mean, you explained what they looked like really well but…”

You’d like to see them for yourselves,” I said, “Sure thing. Just give me a minute.”

I then walked over and gathered each of our swords from a hidden compartment in the back of each of our lockers.

“Here they are,” I said as I displayed the swords,
“Aerobane…

Earthborne…

Stillwater…

The Ignitus Twins…

And Equilibrium…