Cycle

by Music Vortex

Rating: everyone
Tags: Adventure, Random, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 1050

A blank flank joins the Solar Empire Army on the eve of the echos of Chaos

Wind Talk, blank flank who is far to old for his situation, leaves on the only road left for him. Joining the Solar Empire Army, he learns the the military life is less imposing than it appears. When the world is turned upside down he must find a way to help ponies beyond his reach. Choices and sacrifices will start him down a path few know even exist.

Published 2015-10-18 15:20:02 UTC
Last updated 2015-10-18 15:20:02 UTC

Prologue

Prologue

“Wind Talker, it’s time for evening meal.” The voice floated up through the floor as the high-pitched, feminine voice was muffled by the wooden beams.

Surrounded by four empty walls and a bed the pony sat in the middle of the room. Light from the rising moon, played off his black and tan mane distracting from the dark gray coat that was barely visible in the early moon light. Like everything else in the room his appearance was neat and devoid of excess. Rising and exiting the room to the warmly light corridor without unnecessary action, the pony descended the stairs. The tasteful decoration of the downstairs sharply contrasted his own room.

“Be a dear and bring the buckwheat when you come to the table.” The mare, with graying in her royal purple and teal mane, concentrated on the tray of vegetable’s and iced mint tea balanced on her brown hooves. The color of sand in her eyes, bright as ever, were turned towards the dining table where a stallion set the table.

Now past his prime, but had once been strong and muscular, he was shorter than most ponies. But Wind knew that despite appearing fat, it was muscle from years of an active and vigorous life that bunched under the dark blue coat. The pine green aura from his father’s magic off an eerie light that Wind had only just grown comfortable with.

“Yes ma.” Was his simple reply

Fetching the fresh baked bread from the small kitchen with its window overlooking the eastern vale. Stopping for a moment to appreciate the view he was reminded how simple life was without a cutie mark. Long since his class makes and friends had found their callings and moved out into the wider world.

Satisfied with his level of responsibility, Wind was comfortable living with his parents, despite what other thought. It had been many moons since not having a cutie mark had bothered him, and the other ponies in the village had now accepted him as a part of everyday life. Regarding his blank flank with no more surprise or shock than they would a cool evening breeze. The only thing that made anyone curious was being a blank flank at his age. Not old by anyone’s standard, it was highly unusual that a pony went as long as he had without finding their cutie mark. His family had a history of being slow to find their calling in life, his father having been a half dozen seasons behind other of his class in getting his cutie mark.

“Son, you bringing the bread or not?” his father’s slow meticulous voice sounded from the dining room.

Leaving his musings in the dancing moonbeams, Wind turned to the family’s nightly routine of evening meal. A pleasant if not slow process, evening meal was something Wind had often looked forward to. But within the past waning of the old moon, the warm, formal, custom slowly was turning stiff and strained. They all knew the cause of the slow decent, but being the laid back, steady ponies his family were no one said a word. Setting the bread beside his father at the head of the table, he took his place to the left and patiently listened to the rhythmic ticking of the clock as their nightly tradition began.

Chapter 1

The knock on the door from the recruiter, though not unexpected, was un-looked for on the cold, wet day. Wind stepped aside as the Solar Empire Army recruiter hurriedly made his way out of the depressingly gray day and towards the roaring fire pit. Removing his helm and bulky overcoat that protected perfectly shined armor beneath, he introduced himself as Tyro Hoof. The long rectangular pit the help the blaze ran down the center of the room. Low hoof carved benches along each edge were covered in the families finest blankets and quilts. The house, in his family for generations untold, clung to its ancient traditions. Little changed in the many seasons he had lived in the house other than its visitors who were few enough.

Sitting opposite the white stallion, Wind regarded the soldier’s armor. Appreciating the craftsmanship that had been put into the fine detailing and metal work on the breastplate and helm. Well fashioned it was little more than decorative in practicality and would not hold well against a real threat. The helm’s plume, made of short mane hair, gave the illusion of length to mane. Wind had seen his type several times before, making visits to other houses or traveling through their little town down the road. Several more minutes of silence passed before the Tyro spoke.

“Quite a day out there, hu?” he said brightly, running a hoof through the closely cropped blue mane.

“Indeed.” Wind replied, not very enthusiastic about where he knew the conversation was going.

“I will never understand why the pegasi have to schedule days like this one.” The recruiter tested the waters, feeling out the approach to be used for today’s assignment.

“They have their reasons.” Wind shifted positions

Realizing he was getting nowhere Tyro changed his tune, “Look Wind this is not any easier for me than it is you, and I know what it’s like being a blank flank past your time. I was in the same place you are 30 moons ago. I still hadn’t found what made me special and I was getting rather old for being cutie mark less. But I joined the Solar Empire Army and found a home and a place where it didn’t matter if I had a cutie mark or not.

“Believe it or not, the SEA is made up almost entirely of ponies who at one time or another where blank flanks of many moons. The SEA was created by Princess Celestia for those of us who haven’t found our cutie marks when we are grown. As a soldier you are judged not on your ability to be good at something, but your character and loyalty.

“I’m here to open a door to a second life in the Solar Empire and a chance to serve Celestia as a solider in her majesties service. Protecting the weak and innocent, serving princess and country, we work towards a brighter future.”