Spirit Waker

The children sleep peacefully beneath the weeping tree. High above in its branches lies yet to be touched fruit that will one day feed them upon their awakening. Before them stands the lone guard. The Last Guardian. Taller than the average pony, he resembles that of the ancient race of horses that were rumored to be the ancestors of the pony race. Not much of his features can be seen due to the helmet and visor obscuring any prying eyes.

Not as if they could pry in this area anyhow. The Last Guardian has been here for ages. Longer than any being has the right to be. Before the founding of this world, there was him and them.

He turns and looks upon his most recent charges placed upon him by the spirit of the world. A Changeling, a Unicorn, a Pegasus, an Earth Pony, a Kirin, and a Hippogryph. These six will grow here and learn to grow powerful together. From there, their fates are in their own hands.

Within a sense. They'll forever be guided by the Spirit of the World, but how they interpret that will be on their own. There is much going on within this world, but it matters little in the grand scheme of everything. Of course, there are those that try to fight fate.

They will be taken care of in time.

The Kirin turns slightly shifting in its slumber. It latches onto the Changeling signaling change somewhere in the world between the two. The Unicorn seems to inch further away from all of its pony counterparts while the Earth Pony seems to grow ever larger within its struggling sleep. Thrice have they threatened to awaken early.

Catastrophic events have plagued the timeline of this world, but not enough to fully awaken them. Only to temporarily disturb them. But when they fully awaken, it will be up to him to decide on how to train each one of them. And it will be up to them to decide what to do with the power they've been given. After which, he will move onto the next assignment.

Until the day that there are no more guardians.