Descending Storm

“Hot Muffins! Who wants some?” called Isla from the Kitchen, she was a white pony with a fire red and burnt orange mane and tail, her cutie mark was a small flame, and she was an allicorn. She appeared from the kitchen doorway holding a tray of freshly baked poppy seed muffins.

Titus, Marsha, and Aurora all smelled the freshly-baked smell and all went to take a pastry.

“I do I do I do!” Said Marsha grabbing a muffin and biting half of it in one bite. “Yum, these are delicious, Isla!”

Aurora found herself eating her muffin greedily and looked around to make sure no one was looking, then she ate the rest politely.

Titus got two and bit into one, the buttery goodness melted in his mouth, giving a pleasant warmth.

“These are amazing!” complemented Aurora, dabbing the corners of her mouth with a napkin.

“Thank you!” said Isla setting the tray of food down on the table and took one herself.

“Did you guys hear the storm last night?” asked Titus finishing off his second Muffin.

“I did,” said Aurora,

“I didn't.” said Isla and Marsha at the same time, “Me either!”

“It was terrible,” said Aurora, “I mean, yes, I am the pony ice and wind but that was a storm like I’ve never seen!”

“Purple lightning.” Titus added.

“Well enough with this 'terrible storm'” said Marsha, “Lets do something, its Saturday ya' know.”

“Yeah!” said Isla, “We should do something fun! Like break into Master Mifus' office.”

“What would we do in there?” Asked Titus, Master Mifus was their school teacher, he taught them to use their elemental powers and stuff like that. He was rather grumpy though, he always wanted them to focus on their powers instead of what they like to do, such as: Isla liked to bake, Titus liked art, Aurora loved sports, and Marsha loved to read and write.

“I don't know, steal some old newspapers?” said Aurora,

“nah, something else.” said Marsha, “Hey! How about we paint our hooves!”

Isla and Aurora agreed heartily,

“Yes!”

“Of course!”

Titus laid his ears to his neck. But seeing their friend, The girls felt ashamed,

“Oh Titus,” said Marsha,

“We could do something else.” Isla tried.

“No, its okay, I’ll just—paint or something.” And with that Titus walked over to his bedroom. While his friends went to theirs to do a mane-icure.

Titus knew his friends meant good and were nice, but he couldn't help sometimes feeling lonely, he wished he had a boy to do stuff with. Although all the other boys his age were either to obsessed with graffiti and girlfriends, or they called him a girly-pony for liking art, always hanging out with Aurora, Marsha, and Isla, and liking school.

He sighed and then plopped on his bed. He pulled out a sketchbook from a drawer, and grabbed a pencil. He loved drawing ponies, and warrior's armor that existed only in his imagination. As you already know, he was a pony of earth, and by being a pony of earth, he was an earth pony, no unicorn or wings to help him get around. But he would half to live with it.

Titus quickly sketched a guard, waring fine, smooth armor. The suit of armor covered all four of his legs and there were very small plates of metal protecting half of the wing, but the pieces still allowed the soldier to fly. His helmet was very fine, with a ruff, as always, and some jewels on the edges just to make it look cool.

Titus flipped the book shut and put it back in it's hiding place under a bunch of papers.

    ~~~

The school bell rang and Titus, Isla, Marsha, and Aurora got up from their desks, gathering their books. They didn't go to any ordinary school, they went to a private one where it was only them, learning about their powers.

“Remember, there’s a test on Friday!” called out Master Mifus, “And don’t forget to do your homework! Marsha, you too, you didn't do yours last time.”

Marsha shrugged and went out the door with the rest of their friends.

“So guys,” said Isla once they were all out of the building and heading back to their cottage. “I've been thinking—”

“Wow, that's a surprise.” Aurora cut off.

Isla huffed, but kept going, “I think we should go on and adventure!”

Silence.

“I said, I think we should go on and adventure!” She repeated,

“What?” said Marsha statistically, “Like we should go over misty mountains and slay a dragon and return with it's gold and become heroes?”

“No,” said Isla, “like on a Saturday, we could go on a hike or something! We haven’t done that for a while. And who knows, we might run into and adventure!”

“Uh...” started Titus, but before he could finish, there was a pony's flapping behind them. They all whirled around to see the Princess Luna land on the soft grass, her blue mane was blown by the soft wind and her coat shone like it had been polished.

“Luna!” Marsha said, going into an embrace with the princess of night.

Luna had been the one who had—when they were fillies—set up them a private school, and made a home for them to live, since the little ones had no parents, she gave them a home, and she provided the food.

“Kids!” Luna said, hugging Marsha,

“Nice to see you again!” said Titus,

“Love your mane,” complemented Aurora,

“Yes I’m very happy to see you to but there’s an emergency.” Luna said, “ And I need your help.”

“For what?” Asked Marsha,

“An adventure?” asked Isla Hopefully,

Luna smiled at Isla and then nodded a little, “something like that...”

“Well what is it?” asked Aurora,

Isla looked over at Titus hopefully, and Titus smiled back.

The Princess Luna hesitated for a moment and examined them, as if to see it they were good enough and then she said “Well...”