Villains are the more complex parallels to heroes. As equals they come in just as many varieties, though with an obvious difference. Entities who have end goals, and plans for said goals. Beings with reasoning behind their intentions, its those people who call themselves villains.
Monsters can't be villains.
Sunlight peeks in through neighborly clouds. Much akin to children amidst lively streets, light has it's fair share of drawbacks. Music sways grass northward, each movement seemingly dependent upon magical currents. Witnesses maintained a near countless population, each follicle watching in complete silence. Overhead artificial winds create a green conga line.
Leaves flutter behind rainbow streaks. Onlookers must catch up first, since only at eye level do we see an identity. Blue pushes beyond safe restraints, leaving behind only small fractions of her presence. In seconds the mare slows down, eyes finally landing on some particular direction. Pupils reflect vast structures, beautiful titans swallowing all form of trouble. Smile adorning her muzzle, sound busts open from her sudden takeoff.
Moment post entrance she's blinded by a sudden flash of light. Sight returns to her miniature components, just in time for an upcoming tower.
Bricks miss a nearby stallion. Telekinesis maneuvers glass with little error, save for one little shrapnel. Grumpiness becomes evident on both flier and glass mover. Disappointment? Whichever more accurately describes their frowns. Overhead the griffon resident shakes his claws at the sudden invader. Ligaments recover over time, enough they allow for her return. Once she turns around, pink bounces her a few steps backward. "Wha-! Pinkie you were just following me! You couldn't have...You took another shortcut didn't you?", both magenta circles focus on a single target.
"Well, yeah. You'd be surprised at how many crevices are between here and Ponyville. Saves lots of bits over train rides.", not once does she ever lose her smile. Five other ponies join the duo. Looks yield absolutely no surprise, in fact one even rolls her purple eyes at said vision. Dialogue carries between the six mares, finally ending with a purple speech bubble.
"You girls sure you don't wanna show up? Equestria will have a much stronger presence with all the Elements together.", said mare fixes her off-balanced tiara. Amethysts look toward her fellow pedestrians. Each individual bears a disinterested gaze.
"Sorry Twi, its just that plenty of things are going on out here. And you know first hoof how boring summits get.", sky blue wings try for another takeoff. Keyword being try, because she winces moments above ground. Once back down on solid earth, a yellow mare sees to her friend's unforeseen injury.
"Dash, please take better care of yourself! There's only so much first aid we can carry.", says the medic pegasus.
Bandages arise from within her saddlebags. With a quick investigation, she diagnoses her friend's injured wing. "Hmm, slight sprain. Just keep off it for awhile, and you should be back in flight within the next three weeks.", her eye contact becomes infected with seriousness. "That means no stunts!"
In response all the doctor gets is an eye roll. Such banter carries between any member, passerby's not being exclusions. Roadwork eventually leads them into awe. Before an entire group sits a colossal structure, flight born creatures participating as sentinels. Wings flutter about ground level, patrolling stalls and various shopping creatures. Activity persuades our soon to be participants into action. With a quick goodbye wave everypony runs along separate routes.
From atop neighboring battlements unfolds two camouflaged wings. Currents lift our mystery griffon toward an unknown location, his face wearing a mile wide smile. In said griffon's absence guards begin poking any local perch, just to give some assurance.
Sunlight paves way for a healthy carrot patch. Trees cast shadows upon each green sprout, occasionally moving along with today's heated currents. Dust kicks up from an unseen source, bringing would be harvester insects to a complete stop. Grasshopper carefully moves toward a nearby carrot, ever vigilant for possible threats. Ears shoot up from an unseen burrow. Not one character moved from his or her position, evidently poised for any kind of sudden turn. Dust flows between either party.
Another sound is heard, only this particular effects wields more distance. Over time cracks gain more hold, shaking our burrow dweller. Grasshopper remains undeterred, and quickly jumps into fresh green. At first white fur hesitates, paw frozen between ground and mid-air. With an ear twitch all four legs rush back underground. Effects incite a small tornado amidst the earthen battleground.
Feathers split open blue skies. Grey streaks directly into neighboring mountains, weaving between occasional rogue
fragments. At some point he notices a solid wall, quickly approaching his flight path. Moment before impact earth molds in twain, allowing for safe passage. Claws reach for a lantern. In response earth reforms, devouring every single piece of
illumination.
Stalagmites do little as obstacles. Paws resound throughout near bottomless ink, shaking about certain geological
outlines. With another dance show under it's belt, the light falls upon a stone pool. Drops rain inside via overhead formations. Once past a certain stone, machinery arises from within liquid.
At once cracks resound throughout hollow lands. In turn we find a specific griffon, beak inside nearby glass. With a grunt he shrugs off his blunder, and resumes his original prance. Grey overtakes any past green, aforementioned power
simultaneously ruffling feathers. Focus completely misses his coincidental levitation.
Remnants of glass showcase four separate landmarks. Colors sift through each picture, scarce ever using a blink.
Satisfaction in claw he tries a reunion with earth. Eyes widen at such a zero gravity situation. Normalcy takes over, allowing for safer passage. Boxes make for an excellent perch, as is the case with our mystery character. Lips motion various inaudible words.
Hums erupt from within an unseen place. Breaths would normally leave drawing material behind, alas our sound maker lacks any such material. Darkness enshrouds their entire field of vision, literally entrapping our mare inside a homemade world. Features are slowly released from their wrinkled prison.
Knocks disturb Her Majesty's rest.
"Forgive my intrusion Princess Twilight, the summit is about to begin.", says a pony maid. With her latest breath, Twilight straightens her posture. Hooves lead into an eerily silent hallway. Without anyone else beside an echo, our Princess is left to her inner thoughts.
At some point a deeper echo resounds throughout crystalline decor. In all steadiness lavender enters among friendly types, save for one gleaming exception. Vision of the whole floor is currently on her double door headbutt.
Smile reveals an obvious nerve factor, though nobody dare point it out for Her Majesty. Once in place between a colorful beetle and blue dragon, conversations resurrect from their resting place.
"Hey Twilight! Am I glad to be seated next to creatures I know. Don't know much about General Seaspray or Prince
Rutherford.", says the candy colored insect.
"Dude, we had overnight to get to know each other. With all their knowledge of defense, how did you not get dragged by your brother?", says our lake camouflaged reptile.
"Guess I lost track of time, what with you talking to me.", such a direct statement incites her surprised look.
"Anyway, can we focus on making the world a better place?", intervenes a crowned pegasus. With a shrug either
representative focuses on some chatty unicorn.
Possibly sooner in contrast to her expectation, Her Majesty listens to separate faints. Sides give way for two heads,
though only insect eyes restrain from exposure. Snores erupt in time from our ambassador duo. In between either visitor a princess shrugs her neighbors off, and gives her entire focus toward center stage.
Such routines carry on for the longest hour. Words get exchanged along flammable wires, though yawns mix with
slumbering giants. At some point Celestia encounters a lightly armored guard, whispers exchange only within confines of an unseen bubble. Both characters weave to outside, unknown by all except one alicorn.
Purple tears aside from old sights. At once Her Majesty bumps either neighbor, forcing them into awakened states.
Whispers flow throughout either creatures, in turn earning confused gazes from both sleepy heads. Moment following wake-up hour, our insect king is struck by many papers. At first he's asked for possible injuries, only to be later sieged by laughter. At first he's left speechless, but soon incidentally meets with the last page. 'Insecticide Solution for Locust Invasion' are what
sticks out most, and what brings him as well into happy tears. Said tears are wiped away by more paper.
Guards cover all exits. Rumors were obviously biting for attention, though nervousness holds a more obvious foothold. Effects refocuses attention to center stage, further raising suspicion from the delegates.
"Attention please! We recommend that you remain calm! There's an unknown entity forming in the skies overhead! I'm afraid we'll have to stay indoors until we can-", currents scoot her leftward. Muzzles encounter each other, creating a mixture of rich brown and dark blue.
Doors make way for numerous armored ponies, type not giving any advantage in weight resistance. In spite of clear
orders everybody gathers for a decent view.
Smoke addresses our grey bird's current mindset. Paws tap against firm gravel, switching at random intervals. Time
eventually brings his screens life, alongside four specific viewpoints.
Earth splashes around tourists, steamy liquid afflicting numerous injuries.
Whirlpools converge from across many channels, devouring any unfortunate swimmer.
Mud swallows an impressive chunk of woodland area, inconveniencing any slower animals.
Pegasus spin at lethal speeds, unable to subdue all four corners of the wind.
Screens reflect a griffon's scattered image, wings unfolding as his response. Chuckles escape his otherwise motionless beak. Without any hesitation both claws grasp shut his own beak. Dust scatters outward from his flight path, continuing past his cavernous exit. At some point he's surrounded by a familiar aura. Possibly sooner than he imagined, both wings take him over summit limits. Feathers ruffle beside fur, granting a second of appreciation. Breath flows slowly inward, making way for a calmer expression. Northward he reaches an unseen embrace, words exiting at a similar volume to earlier.
Author's Note
Will this get another chapter? Its entirely possible, though only if you guys/gals enjoyed this first piece.
