Author's Note

Ehh, this was off schedule. Really off.

Sorry about that. I will try to get shit done on time.

By the way, if you don’t understand things, please understand that it’s all part of the story. It’s explained on Part 2 of this chapter.

Necessities In The Absence Of Kings (1)

It was a breezy day, and everything was harmonic from the ground up.

The statue held up primly at the front of CHS. The portal stirs and shimmers here and there at times, all following the motion of the wind. Loose leaves from the tress nearby blows away, spewing dust and ash towards the little camp that the Mane 7 has assembled. There, right in front of the portal leading them to Equestria, lies a sheet, with a checkered pattern on said sheet, laid down with baskets and trays filled with food on top.

The place they had chosen was, as anyone could say, peculiar. For some of them, it sure did. Not only were they camping near a school, for fuck’s sake, but they’re doing so smack dab right dead centre next to the portal. Who knows what can happen there on out. The portal is very invulnerable, let alone secret, so if someone else that per say tagged along were to, say lean on the ‘mirror’, the facade will be lost. For good.

But, they trusted their senses, and each other. They know that the portal, on the other side for clarification, is kept with good hands. Well, hands wasn’t really the proper term, but alas. For them here, it’s pretty easy to keep watch on curious by passers, being said that they were right there. Besides, it’s better for them to be here, and have close eyes on the only lead to another realm, rather than being who knows where, doing who knows what at the wrong time.

Sunset was the one who chose the delicate spot. It was, however, not supported by everybody at first. Some disagreed to the rather fishy and suspicious area, them the only ones knowing what the portal contains. They would have instead went to another place, albeit the location is shaded and breezy.

But laziness struck the redhead. Dammit, gas was another ordeal. In the end, she’s gonna drive.

And, with the knowledge in mind, Sunset convinced them about both of those attributes, being at the statue. With a heavy heart, they followed her ways. But never did they hold a grudge. Since, Sunset was right from the get go, it was kind of breezy there. And plus, the statue provides enough shade for them. So all they had to say was a casual touché.

And with that they began the feast. Food was portrayed into the eyes of the hungry, and the bitter taste of hunger increases more and more, to the point of their mouths just watering to the scenery. At last, after everything is sorted out, they indulged, all while chatting about their daily lives and whatnot. Usual.

Conversations were hot, and the food was being served fresh and yummy. What would ruin this perfectly relaxing and amazing day?

Well, turns out something that they would have expected.

With a sudden faint glow of their geodes, they know it’s a turn for magic. It was inexplicit; just a ancient glow, and nothing else. Something that they didn’t have, since, well, ever. They fade and brighten back in existing harmony, one second gone, the other there. They caught on to this, peculiar by what’s happening to their geodes.

They stop their actions and pay full attention. Peculiar by it, they soon question why it occurs, and more importantly, how it occurs.

Then came a sudden sound. A sound, they never heard before.

It was ripping, like somebody tearing sheets of paper at the same time, while screeching the wall of the school with a very loud scraper. It blasts the girls out of their comfort zone, and more to the ‘let me close my ears so that I get to escape this deafening ritual’ zone. It only lasted a second, though. It was soon toned, but then replaced with another sound, this time not as much of ear clenching than the previous.

A whirl, as they describe it.

Like a typhoon, or better yet a hurricane, it’s magnitude thrown out of the window. It was, at some point, like that. Soon comes a gush of air, breezing through their little picnic, making the plates and utensils spewing and flying. Casual, right? Just a gust of wind. Nothing out of the ordinary. Except, there was something, extraordinary. The length. The said gust was too long. A little bit too long to classify as a gust. From a minute, to 5, 10, then 15. It was more like a forming tornado of some’s sort.

Some things are wrong. Some things are bizarre. Could it mean something more than they expect it to be?