When Technical Support is Too Helpful

Grey chuckled, "Of course, m'love. This is a Circlet of Recharging," he placed the gold circlet encrusted with a single large sapphire in the middle atop Luna's midnight blue hair, "this is enchanted to help regenerate your mana five times as fast." He stepped behind her and connected a simple gold chain, which held a small diamond, around her neck, "This is an armor amulet. Simply hold the diamond in your hand, picture a suit of armor, and poof  magical armor. It does not consume mana but only has a forty-five minute duration."

Grey then presented Luna with a long, two-handed sword, "This is 'Sunpiercer', one of my personal weapons. It may be simple in design but it has slain Gods and Devils alike. You are an Archangel, more specifically, an Arcane Knight, you have the fortitude and ferocity of the greatest of warriors. You can feed off the energy of battle to increase your martial skills."

"I... thank you, Grey," Luna graciously accepted the sword with a slight bow.

"Celestia," Grey held out a gold circlet with an amethyst, "This is the 'Circlet of the Minimalist'. It reduces how much mana you need to cast spells. You are an Archangel; a Magus Magnificum to be specific. A rank rarely achieved by any Divine. You can perform Reaver level dark magic, Devil level black magic, and Divinity level light and white magic."

Darqlon held out a staff made of two intertwining rods, tapering into the shape of a sun, with a diamond shimmering in the center, "This is the 'Staff of Power'. It belonged to my father. It is imbued with his power."

Celestia gently grasped the metallic staff, a surge of electricity shocked her whole body. "Goodness!" she gasped. After she regained her composure she bowed, "Thank you."

He also gave the sisters two gold cuffs, "Those will allow you two to fly. Under normal circumstances, flight is achieved on the mortal plane with the aid of the Orb of Ēō, but Mystin has either destroyed it or sealed its power."

Amy and Rarity danced and maneuvered between the other women as they recorded their measurements. Amy almost lost her head when she had to duck under one of Dash's practice swings. Once all the data had been collected, the two of them had gathered in front of Grey and Darqlon while Kyllgorr and Onyx went to bring the sewing machines and more fabric.

"Fluttershy," Grey called her and smiled down at her, "this is the 'Elixir of Fuphlunns'. You will gain the knowledge to cure all ailments and how to diagnose an illness." He held out a small flask with glowing blue liquid, "You are a Herbalist, you can create healing potions, salves, and poultices." He brought out a white bag with a red cross on it, "I call this the 'Infinite Tote of Healing'; it contains infinite amounts of ingredients you will ever need as well as standard medical supplies."

"Thank you," she accepted the bag and held the flask questionably.

"The elixir will also grant you the ability to speak with animals and  " He was interrupted by Fluttershy's gasp and her chugging down the contents of the flask, "  plants."

"Amy," the petite fiery haired girl stepped up to him with a salute, "You are a Mer'Lahn, 'elf', a Sylvanite, to be more specific; you naturally know healing magic and are proficient with bows. These," he held out a pair of vambraces, "are the 'Arms of Merhda'aa', a heroine of the Sylvanite. They will assist you with shooting your bow and aiming."

Darqlon held an intricately designed bow  that had a strange faint pinkish glow  in his hands with a sullen expression, "Amy, this is 'Lovestruck'. I created this weapon for my daughter." He swallowed a lump in his throat, "May the bow shoot true and your arrows find their mark."

Amy accepted the bow that was taller than her, "I will honor her and you, Darqlon."

He returned her vow with a slight smile.

"Wait, wait, wait," Twilight interrupted, "this is neat and all but in all the adventure games and books that I have read, the heroes are supposed to find awesome weapons and items along the way of their quest; not at the beginning."

"Twilight, this is not a game and this is not a book," Grey said sternly, "this is real life, with your survival at stake. There is no need to 'find awesome weapons and items along the way'," he smirked, "Not when I have vaults stored with them all over the place. Speaking of," he picked up a golden crozier from off the table behind him and showed it to the lavender-haired Archangel, "this is 'Divine Punishment'. It has the power of two hundred Divines and Devils," he glanced sideways at Darqlon and grinned, "along with an enchantment from Fate."

"Oh, I see," Darqlon mused, "this explains why Destiny hates your guts."

"What?" Twilight questioned, confused.

"Nothing," Grey passed the crozier to her, "what matters is this: you can use it to manipulate time."

"If it can manipulate time, can we not use it to go to the past, before all this happened to prevent it?" Luna asked.

"No," Darqlon answered, "Time is a web. A web connected to the past and the future. Time is ever flowing, so if we travel back in Time, a new strand of Time is created and this strand continues while the other strand essentially becomes a parallel universe. There are multiple copies of ourselves in parallel universes; Grey and I know all too well about them. There are more Mystins, with each Mystin, there lies the possibility of him trying to jump from universe to universe and gain more power. Alternatively, there are more evil beings out there that would jump at the chance to travel between universes."

"Destiny and Fate are powerful, but the two alone can not police all the universes so they have the help from a little sister, a little sister and her army," Grey added, "Anyways, that is an entirely different story."

"You can not just get my interest piqued and fail to tell the whole story," Luna pouted.

"There will be plenty of time on the road to talk, sweetheart," Grey grinned.

"Ahem," Rarity cleared her throat, "Excuse me, Grey, but I do believe I have yet to receive anything."

"Right," Grey turned to Darqlon, "give her the thing."

"What thing?" Darqlon asked quizzically.

"You know. The thing."

"Oh," Darqlon came to the realization of Grey's words, "that thing. Yeah, I could not locate it."

"Well," Grey chuckled nervously at the unamused violet haired woman, "in lieu of certain circumstances, Rarity," Grey brought out two golden decorative bracelets from a wooden box, "I give you, a Bound Bow. You picture yourself holding a bow, and the bracelets conjure a bow. The missiles from a Bound Bow are magical and do spirit damage, which is great against Demons, they also track their target. You are a Force Wizard. You can control and manipulate energy and matter."

"That is all well and good," Rarity hesitantly accepts the bracelets, "But I don't think I could actually k-kill something."

"Trust me, they will not hesitate to kill you," Grey clasped her shoulder and bent to look into her sapphire eyes, "Whenever you or your friends are in trouble... instinct will kick in." He gave her a warm smile, "Now, before I let you begin working," he straightened up and took the box Darqlon handed him, "Inside these boxes are knowledge crystals, nine ponies  women  nine crystals. They will imbue you with the knowledge of your classes. Instead of training and learning for years, you all get a quick work around all that. Now, you all might pass out after touching the crystals, that is too be expected, as well as... some strange dreams, but rest assured these are all safe."

After a short moment of hesitation and registration, the women gathered around Darqlon and Grey to receive their crystals.