Fluttershy takes another deep breath, and continues to tell the story of the beginning of their union and friendship.

“Okay. Here we go again....”

She drifts off, explaining what is needed for Jason.....

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The whirlwind was one. Now the portal’s acting up strange.

It just all of a sudden swirled around, like somebody, or something, rather, was about to step out of that damn thing and walk away with it. It stirred with heavy force, practically looking like it was about to implode. The girls, in no way unexpected, took a few trotting steps away, hoping to God that nothing here was about to go down for the worse.

It kinda did. Kinda.

Then came some mysterious sounds. Sounds of whirling. Or maybe better yet, a blackhole kind of sound.It was a mixture of some vibrations, most of it basic, and was everyday noises that anybody could find in their neighbourhood, example being gusts of wind breezing on the daylight. But some things, as others were to put it, bizarre. The dins of something much of a vacuum can also be heard, for an instance. Makes sense. Blackhole noises.

For them, it’s nothing but damn old Equestrian magic. Casual.

Following that was another set of rackets, but this time, it’s much more louder, and yet, much more familiar. No more of the swirls and stirs here and there on about, no, it’s been replaced, for most a totally unexpected swap. Now, for all of a sudden, forth out tumbling. Someone fell, that’s what they could figure out at most. The sounds are in an order, that it’s as though that said someone got up, and muffled something out.

Emphasis on something.

Now for the girls, the debate is still on hot topic. Should they investigate? Spy some? Why not, of course! They can always do that. I mean, they just uncovered something that could be groundbreaking!

But what about the term ‘curiosity kills the cat’? Not to be the party pooper, but it’s a really useful rebuttal to said and explained idea. That right there could be something that they’re not even supposed to get hands, and mostly eyes, on.

They came in terms with this, and got into the debacle, that was given through what they just, seconds ago, went.

However, the bright side of curiosity won. They justified that, sure, it could be pretty private at times, but not times like these. You expect some hidden, dark backstory to what seems like somebody at the back of there, possibly having the exquisite capability of using and enhancing Equestrian magic? Yeah, not so.

And with that, they instantly went to work. The heavy whirls of the wind have ceased to continue, which makes things way more easier. Quick to point out. They checked their surroundings first, since it’s damn awkward being caught eyeing somebody for no reason rather than 2 simple words; why not?

Then, in turn, they began the spying. Well, not all. Only Fluttershy and Twilight did; since Rainbow was an absolute coward at times.

They peeked through the corner, practically taking in whatever’s happening right in front of their very two eyes, whether it be justified to be even real- or not. They didn’t care whether it’s human nor otherwise; all that they want is curiosity. For it to be revealed it’s mystery, and continue with their normal lives.

.....or, so they thought.

What was there was nothing like they expected. For one, there was, what seems, a blackhole shaped warp. It’s like it was a vacuum on steroids, literally creating a hole in reality as they know and persist in. Near the creepy but truth defying blackhole was something much more familiar.

There was a man. A boy, to be exact.

Nearly in his teenage years, he wears a signifying black shirt, with an emblem of a white crescent sun in the centre. He wore faded out jeans, arranging in an array of distant, fading blue, all the way down to the bottom, where the colour has been completely dissipated. Beneath his feet were a cluster of dead leaves, piled in a tight mountain. He was brushing himself off at that point.

With the information that they have, they persisted no more. It was already to feat to spy a damn portal, but a person manning it? Inexplicably amazing! And with that knowledge, they seemed that it was feasible to stop, before getting caught. Twilight, who was in shock, and excitement; or was it fear? She didn’t know. Well, enough said, she was leaping.

“Girls! You have to see this! It’s amazing!”

Rarity, being the fashionista she is, got up and asked her about the situation behind.

“What’s amazing?”

“There was this amazing portal-like hole thingy, and oh my gosh, there was somebody operating it! I think. Well, to be fair, That’s what I saw. Heheh.”

Fluttershy, became concerned in the talk. “Could we maybe speak about this somewhere else than here? I don’t want him to know we’re here.”

The girls shrugged at the point, giving a mental note, and shook their heads in unison. Then, by pure coincidence, voices were made. Not by them, no, it was more masculine, but has a scent of feminism. It was shared, and melodic.

There was nobody that had that kind of vocal chord. It was substantially loud, loud enough for them to hear it, albeit the loud vacuum like ample.

“What’s taking them so long? Division 4, where are you?”

They turned their focus to the place where the said portal was located. Obviously it came from there. No wonder. Pinkie held a thought in mind, and decided to share the said thought.

“What Division?” She asked the girls. They didn’t respond. They couldn’t.

“Who’s there?” Said the anonymous voice. It was sharp, as if he meant to shout, but decided to back off that idea. Instantly the girls felt an immediate emotion of fear. What if this person is dangerous? Equestrian? Has magical properties? He did theoretically came out of a portal, after all. Is it bold for them to assume things that were out of the ordinary?

Slowly, the teenager creeps out of the alleyway, gently yet handling a stance, not breaking it in any cost. His left side had been slightly edged back, letting his right side of the body in front. His hands were positioned at his chest level; positively staying that way. He approached the girls with care and delicate footwork.

The girls, in response, backed up a little, only to stay where they are, grinning tightly and aggressively. There’s no way this person is capable of hostility. If he were to be a person of such descendants, then he would have just approached with full force, and charged the attack when they least expected it.

The teenager soon spoke, with a tune and harsh voice.

“Who are you?”

Nobody replied. He looked around, clearly in some type of amazement, or confusion.

“What is this place?” He edged spontaneously.

Again, nobody answered. This gets the teenager quite aggravated.

“Answer!” He pressed.

Before anyone could protest, Twilight came up and confidently raised a few words, stepping forward a few steps.

“Before that, I would like you to answer my answers.”

Looking down, the teenager gives a loud sigh, and raised his head. His decision was split second, knowing it’s useless to protest.

“Fine.”

Just before Twilight and the others could relax, something came up on their ears. It was the sound of rumbling. Big rumbling. Like thunder striking at 10 times the force. This, made them shiver. But for the teenager that they just found, it was an ordinary plot. He exchange glances, changing them to the location of the noise, which, coincidentally, was at the portal.

“Shit.” He hissed.

He aggressively move forward, approaching the alleyway. He flicked his right hand, and held it out, shoulder level. Unexpectedly, came a blinding flash of white, sparkling light, looking like a visible firefly, but this time in a different colour. It flashed even brighter than before, displaying an anarchy of power and potential, as the girls can reciprocate. It glowed so much to the point it was like a head of a pin.

With that done, he lets out his hand even wider, like he was about to snatch a airborne object. But, that’s not the case here. Came from the blinding flash, was an even brighter array of white, one that literally blinded the girls, to the point that they had to cover their very own eyes. Then, as soon as it bursts, it stops. Slowly, came an image of a crescent dagger, blue in colour, with it’s handle showing details of arced out lines and swirls. It has a little bit of cloth sticked up on the tip of the handle, stabbed deep inside the blade of the knife. It looks more like a karambit then anything else. It falls right into his hand, where he just immediately scoops it up.

The boy however, doesn’t flinch. The others do. He just approaches the alleyway even faster and rapid.

The girls, at this point, were as eager to know what the hell is happening, rather than try to get away from it. They followed him from behind. With curiosity in the mix, Pinkie came up to him, asking a question they all should have minutes ago.

“What are you doing?”

To which he replies very quickly. His tone not even descent to okay, or someone would say it, normal.

“Sombra’s army. They’re here.”

Author's Note

Sorry for the long haul. I went into a debating tournament, so that took most of the time and excuse. I’ll try to make it up, again.

Let’s see how it goes.