The Elementals The introduction

It was a nice sunny day in Ponypolitan, the birds were chirping, the bees were buzzing, and as of ten seconds ago, the local bank had just been robbed. Trenderhoof, a crafty villain, set out with his loot, galloping toward his getaway carriage, alarms ringing and all. Looking left and right as he cantered toward his escape vehicle, Trenderhoof failed to see that the bird that was chirping was actually not a bird at all, it was a pony, and Trenderhoof was so smugly distracted with his new loot that he failed to see that the used-to-be-a-bird-pony was standing right in front of him. He looked up too late, and knocked right into her, though, and as he fell, his glasses scattered.

"Hey!", he yelled, clenching the bag of loot tightly.

"I'm sorry but I can't let you do that.", the shape shifting pony said quietly but confidently.

Trenderhoof reached over the pavement to snatch his glasses off the pavement, but before he could reach them he heard a crunching sound.

"Ah ah ah. We don't want you getting away, now do we?.", the voice that came from the cerulean hoof that had just crushed his glasses said.

"My glasses!", Trenderhoof shouted.

"Prisma!", Flora quietly shouted.

"What?! Don't be such a Velma. Relax, everypony knows that they're just for show and the source of all his power. The troublemaker can see just fine without them.", Prisma said to Flora, not breaking the line of sight she shared with the scowling Trenderhoof. She smirked right back.

"Who's Velma?", Flora asked, as she picked up Trenderhoof's glasses.

"Just someone Popper mentioned.", Prisma remarked casually as she bent Trenderhoof's forelegs behind his head with an almost regular attitude toward what she was about to do.

"Prisma!", Flora scolded, a little louder this time. "You don't need to protect the city with force all the time!", she continued. "Here," she said, handing Trenderhoof's glasses back to him.

"Flora, are you insane!", Prisma yelled, as Trenderhoof put them back on, and shot at them with installed lasers. Prisma fought to keep her grip on him, as he attempted to pivot his head. He almost hit her several times, and eventually, she let go, due to all the close calls. She couldn't save the city if there was a laser beam through her skull. So, just when he was trying to push off from her, she let go, his own momentum causing him to tumble across the street, and crash into a wall.

During all of this excitement, Flora had backed away and was now running down an alleyway. A dark alleyway. She knew it wasn't her best choice, but it was her only choice, either that or, (and she had gulped when she'd thought of this), she'd have to fly over the tall buildings.

Dazed, Trenderhoof pulled himself back up. "This isn't over, Prisma!", he shouted.

"Yes it is!", Prisma shouted from the other side of the street. Then the coward Trenderhoof up and ran. "Are you bucking kidding me?", Prisma said to herself as she took off after the villain. "He's supposed to be so smart yet he's running from the fastest mare alive." She smirked, amd had caught up to him in no time at all. "Why you runnin so much?", she asked, beating her wings at an easy pace. It was certainly not a jaunting task to keep up with the unfit, gangly unicorn.

The criminal increased his speed. A look of desperation painted on his face. Rainbow sped up, which really meant she just flew a little faster. "Somebody's late, late, for a very important date!", she joked as she flew faster. "Who's the lucky mare?", she teased.

"Adoration?", Trenderhoof said, trying all of a sudden to slow down.

"What?", Prisma said, practically bucking out. She calmed herself down though.

"Adoration!", Trenderhoof shouted.

"Yeah, I heard ya the first time, sheesh.", Rainbow said, rolling her eyes. "I'm not deaf ya know!" Rainbow finally looked in front of her and saw why Trenderhoof wanted so desperately to slow down. Because there, in the flesh, was Adoration, and they were speeding towards her at an alarming pace. It was to late to slow down, and of course, Adoration was to busy using her unicorn magic to hold up a mirror and primp her mane, to notice that two ponies were coming at her. Full speed ahead. Prisma didn't even bother yelling a warning. She just let it happen. They all collided at the same time, manes tangled, limbs gangled. Prisma's pride was almost mangled. Bit at least Adoration had dropped that stupid mirror.

"What are you doing here?", Prisma asked through gritted teeth at the self absorbed mare who was right in front of her on the ground.

"I'm here to stop the villain in my city. It is my job to protect it, and I will do such, whether you object to it or not.", Adoration said, with a bold and beautiful front.

"I'll tell you what sweetie, why don't you just sit over there, and wait for me to be finished. Then I can come over and explain to you why you don't know the first thing about being a heroin. And protecting the city. Here's a hint ahead of time, you don't stand in the middle of a sidewalk, and expect everyone to just go magically through you while you do a public makeover, what do you call that anyway? Huh? What were you planning to do? Massacre him with your hairbrush?", Prisma asked, half joking half serious. "How do you expect to protect this city when you're too self-centered to even lift a hoof for anyone but yourself!"

"Well Miss. Dash, you're one to speak, perhaps it is you who needs a reality check. I'm going to capture the villain, and it shall be I who will get that honor that comes with it.", Adoration said proudly.

Prisma looked around, and saw Trenderhoof gallop and disappear around a corner, shooting lasers fro his technologically enhanced glasses and laughing maniacally. "Yeah, well, good luck with that princess.", Prisma said winking at Adoration. And then she took off.

"PRISMA!", Adoration shrieked. But all she heard was obnoxious cackles from a mile away.

Flora galloped through the alleyway, intimidating sounds echoing around her. Weird slap sounds emanated from the dark recesses. A whiny whinny and a pitiful neigh could be heard from the shadows. And as Flora stopped running, and stepped back, a hoof latched itself around her neck and a voice said, "Gotcha!"

"Come on Adoration! You've got to show that brute what you've got!", she said as she decided to gallop after the rainbow trail Prisma had left behind. But after exactly ten seconds, her mascara started to run. "I think I'll just teleport," she said to herself. And teleport she did. Ten seconds later, she was a good 20 feet behind Prisma.

"Prisma! Wait! I am the real heroin and it shall be I who saves this city!"

"Go, you're going to get yourself hurt!", Prisma shouted behind her, the wind whipping through her mane and and tail like a hurricane across a beach, dodging Trenderhoof's blasts like a pro.

Then Prisma increased her speed. Efficiently leaving Adoration in the dust.

"Come back here!", Adoration yelled. And then she growled. Actually growled.

Prisma had chased Trenderhoof down into an alleyway and cornered him.

"Whatcha gonna do now?", Prisma asked, glaring at Trenderhoof.

"What are you going to do now?", the pony who had Flora's neck asked. He breathed on it, the heat from his mouth exploding across her skin. Transferring a danger signal to her head which screamed, yell for Prisma, yell for Prisma!

"Prisma?", she whimpered.

The pony's grip around her neck tightened. "No one can hear you now."

"Prisma," she whimpered again.

"What was that?", he asked. He was going to drag her into the shadows. Maybe forever, far, far away from her Prisma. She was never going to see her Prisma again. And with this fear, she morphed into a tiny little fly.

"Well?", Prisma continued, still awaiting Trenderhoof's reply.

"I, I am here.", Adoration said, panting at the exertion of running half a mile.

Trenderhoof looked up, meeting Adoration's eyes, and flinched, looking away. He had heard the stories of what she did to you if you made eye contact.

"Hey, Brickhead!", Prisma yelled, waving a hoof in front of Trenderhoof's face. "You listening to me?"

She tried to fly away, but the pony was too fast, and he grabbed her. He clutched her tightly, squeezing her little wings until she cried out in pain. If only Prisma were here...

Trenderhoof looked back up at Adoration, having already made eye contact. His eyes grew bigger at the sight of her. Her figure was certainly not athletic, but still enviable, and she had flair that for some reason could convince any pony, mare or stallion alike, to bend to her will.

"Trenderhoof!", was shouted in his ear. And the now starting earache was a perfect attention grabber.

He broke his gaze from her with great difficulty.

"You stole. Again.", Prisma said, shaking her head with a smirk on her face. "My city, I keep it safe, and I'm going to take you out-"

She morphed back into a pony, growing in his fist, and screamed out in pain. "PRISMA".

"Right after I save Flora, Celestia dam it."

"Your city, huh?", Adoration asked, tauntingly.

"Yeah whatever princess," she said before flying off the building.

"You really think Prisma can save you?", the pony asked, finally stepping out of the shadows, and rubbing his- no her hoof- no claw in disgust. When Flora recognized who it was, she gulped. "Screech.", she whimpered, clutching her side. A cramp had begun to take hold there.

"She might even take my side on this, us being old friends and all.", Screech mentioned casually. The words were like a needle in Flora's side, quite literally. The stinging pain subsided once Screech's sentence finished though. But it was enough to make Flora scream for Prisma once again.

"Celestia dam it I'm coming Flutters!", Prisma shouted to herself, then thought, it must be serious if she was talking to herself using Flora's real name. Of course after flying around searching for ten seconds, she final spotted her in an alleyway. The alleyway right next to hers. Separated by the building she had dramatically flew off. And coming out of the shadows, was that- was that a griffon? A griffon with purple tipped hair, and a gruff voice? She knew that tone anywhere. It was Gilda. She grimaced. Gilda. The last time she had seen her, she had practically demolished her friends. Then again, so had a number of several of her other 'friends'. She would have laughed at her bad luck if she weren't in such a dire situation. A trickle of blood seen from below that broke out on Fluttershy's coat shattered Prisma's inner monologue. She dived down, ready to fight.

"You're a little rusty for a Superhero!", bellowed the griffon, guffawing at the trail of red that spread down Flora's pelt. Flora groaned in agony.

"You're a little chatty for an Supervillain.", a voice from the shadows said.

Screech whirled around.

"Then again, the stereotype is that you griffons are pretty tough, so would you like to test that theory?"

Flora gulped. Who could the low raspy voice belong to? Another villain come to fight over her soon-to-be dead body? Flora squawked. She meant to squeak. But she had changed into a bird.

Screech looked back at her intimidated prey, and rolled her eyes. Flora was cried up in a little ball in the alleyway corner.

"First of all I am not chatty, I simply like to savor the moment, and second of all, you are?", Screech asked.

"Prisma, Prisma Flash," the voice said from the shadows. A cerulean hoof came out from the shadows. And Screech shook it, only to be shocked a second later.

The second Flora had heard Prisma introduce herself, she pretended to stay curled up in the ball, gently rocking to calm her soul. But she knew it. Prisma was gonna kick Screech's ass.