Slugterra, the World beneath your hooves
A figure wearing a cloak is seen walking towards a round building before he opens the door and enters it, the interior of the room looks like a combination of a game room and a green house. The cloaked individual had stopped before looking around the room, after seeing nobody was there the figure shrugged before continuing towards another room with squiggles drawn on the front in the form of primitive writing. The cloaked person opened the door and entered before closing the door behind him, after the figure had entered the room he lowered his hood revealing it to be a human around the age of 16 with black hair and bright eyes, he looked at the desk across the room before moving towards it and pulling out the chair before he sat down and uttered a single word.
"Burpy."
At the call of that name a little, flame patterned thing known as an Infurnus Slug, yes with a capital 'S', hopped onto his shoulder. He turned to it before bringing a gloved hand up and petting Burpy on his head. "Hey little guy, think you could give me a light?" He asked him before Burpy's head lit up in flames illuminating the room a bit more. "Thanks." He stated before turning back to the book situated in front of the two of them. The human reached towards the old book and picked it up blowing the dust off the cover revealing the words Eli's Journal. "Time to look back on a few memories." Eli said before opening his journal.
Eli closed his journal and set it back on the desk before he heard a knock at his room's door.
"Eli, bro, you here yet?" said the voice on the other side of the door.
Eli smirked before he responded to the voice, "Yeah I'm here, I'll be out in a minute Kord."
On the Surface
A purple mare is seen trotting along in her tree house, the Golden Oaks Library, taking inventory before she noticed a small compartment behind one of the books. She opened it revealing a rather old and dusty journal.
"What's this?" She asked to the air before she tried to levitate it to her before it sent some magical feedback making her stop. "Ow." She stated rubbing her horn trying to soothe the pain, "Guess I'll have to do this the old fashioned way." The mare spoke before pulling out the book and dropping it on the floor causing a huge dust cloud making the mare cough.
"Wow! Dusty." Said a pink mare with a balloon Cutie Mark that had appeared next to the purple one out of nowhere making the purple mare jump in fright.
"DAH! Pinkie! What have I told you about doing that?" The purple mare yelled.
"Silly Twilight. You told me not to sneak up on you, but this time I didn't sneak up on you I walked through the front door right when that cloud of dust just popped out of nowhere and I started coughing until I walked up to you and said 'Wow! Dusty.'" The pink mare, Pinkie, said before she gained a grin on her face while making a squeak noise. Twilight rolled her eyes and smiled before returning her gaze at the now uncovered book, which read,
"'Chancellor Level Head's Personal Diary'?" Pinkie Pie read aloud, "Who's Chancellor Level Head? I only know one Chancellor and that was Chancellor Puddinghead from the Hearth's Warming story."
"I don't know Pinkie, but this book is very old. Can you gather the girls and Spike for me?" Pinkie Pie saluted before proceeding to happily bounce her way out the door. After she had gone Twilight went back to looking at the book, 'This book is very old. Who's diary are you?' Twilight thought. Unknown to her two other journals had been found by two other friends, one by a southern cowpony mare buried in a box on the farm, and the other by a quiet, shy Pegasus in her cottage.
At the shy pony's cottage
A yellow Pegasus mare was walking around her cottage cleaning and dusting everything while a small, fluffy, and white demon in bunny skin just kept munching on his carrots without a care in the world. The yellow coated Pegasus was humming along to a tune as she cleaned before she heard a critter chirping from her bookshelf.
"Hmm?" she said before looking around scared out of her wits, "Wh-who's there?" she asked softly before setting her eyes on a red slug-like creature with two dark red rings around its eyes and two small horns on its head. "Oh my goodness!" she exclaimed in her soft voice, "Hello little guy, I don't think I've seen you around here before, come to think of it I haven't seen anything like you before." she said before lifting it up in her hooves. "What are you?" she inquired before the little thing hopped out of her hooves and back to the bookshelf signaling her to follow it.
"Oh, you want me to see something?" She asked it.
"Uh-huh." the thing chirped before pointing at a blank book spine.
"You want me to read you a story?" She asked it before it just chirped again pointing to the book some more.
"Okay." the Pegasus said before pulling on the top of the book forwards until a click was heard from the book startling the Pegasus before the little thing smiled as the bookshelf slid inwards and to the side revealing a passage underground. The bunny who had seen the whole thing dropped his carrot and his jaw.
The slug hopped down from the shelf and motioned for the Pegasus to follow him before he began hopping his way down the corridor. "Wait!" the Pegasus exclaimed in fright before she followed it down the corridor with the bunny scurrying to catch up to them both. As they continued down the passage they began to see strange markings littering the walls, markings that the Pegasus could read. Almost as if, she had learned it somewhere long ago.
"'Beware those who are unworthy, you now enter Shadow Clan territory'? What's the Shadow Clan?" she asked before she heard something moving behind her. Scared, Fluttershy and Angel turned around to see if anypony was behind them. What she saw, didn't scare her, even though it should have.
"You have ...returned... once more, Pansy." The being said to her.
Author's Note
Another Displaced story to ease the readers until I finish the next chapter of Trumpeter of Bakugan.
I have NO idea how long ago I started this piece of trash, and for someone like me that starts happening around six months, so maybe more maybe less. Who knows these days. Well, here you all go.
