The Legacy of The Elements
Chapter 3: Revolution

Fenix's head pound furiously as he opened his eyes to darkness. His brain pulsed in intense pain when he tried to stand, evidently falling back down. A rough and rotund sounding ring echoed throughout the area, a loud whine as if feed back crashed against his ears caused Fenix to twist his face and push his two hooves onto his ears, hopelessly trying to block the noise.

"GENEROSITY. A WARRIOR AMONG COWARDICE, YOU DEVASTATE THE EVIL THAT TAINTS THE LAND. YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN BY THE GODS TO AID THESE TWO YOUNG MARES ON THEIR JOURNEY BY YOUR SELFLESSNESS TO PROTECT THOSE WHO DO NOT DESERVE IT. MAY THE GODS LOOK UPON YOU WITH GRATITUDE.

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Fenix lifted his head in a flash, his armor creaking as he looked around his surroundings in the pub. No pony was looking down at the scene or the two sleeping mares that slept in front of him. Until he swept his gaze at the bar, were the tender was staring at him from the corner of his eyes while wiping a glass mug. He flicked his head at Fenix and set down the mug. Looking around hesitantly before standing, the golden clad stallion walked up to the olden stallion.

"You're Fenix, right?" The bartender said in a hushed tone.

Fenix tapped the bar absently. "Yes. What can I help you for?"

The bartender looked about cautiously and bent down to whisper.

"Your generosity is well known around here. Have you heard about the, uh...." The bartender paused.

"Fire?" The bartender finished.

Fenix stood in silence for a moment, then nodded. Getting down off of the bar, he lifted his face plate to speak clearly.

"Do you mind if I bring those two fillies?" He asked whisking his head in the direction of the rising Celestia and Luna.

The bartender rose an eyebrow at the stallions question. "Why?"

I need to get some answers about what just happened. Fenix thought, "They're just important to me, critical almost."

The bartender looked at the confused mares and shrugged. Walking to a door behind the bar, he walked inside. Fenix turned around and folded his face plate.

"Come along girls, you're about to witness something great."

Celestia and Luna looked at each other with baffled looks, but when they looked back, Fenix was already through the door.

"Sister," Luna began. "Do you trust him?"

Celestia gave her sister a blank look, hiding her thoughts. "We owe him for two things now, so I don't think it would really matter at this point, Luna. Besides, he must be Generosity for what just happened. Come on, let's follow him"

In the room where the two stallions had entered, a small latch door was implanted among the cement. Down the four ponies went into a spiraling staircase, lit by torches, until they broke out into what seemed like another pub, but full of more ponies and more drinks. Stallions and Mares alike we strapped with guns to their legs, sitting around wooden tables that sported papers that were scattered around. The drinkers drew, pointed, and showed around these papers to their groups. The bartender turned around to the small group that had followed him.

"Welcome to the Revolution!"

Fenix nodded while Celestia and Luna looked around in awe and confusion. The bartender left into the large group of ponies. The golden clad warrior turned around to the two mares and spoke to them.

"We're going to meet the leader of the revolution, and you are going to answer some of my questions. Come on." The warrior said, shifting back and leading the clothed sisters into a room beyond all of the commotion.

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"Any new intel on this revolution, chancellor?"

Wind blew through the absent windows of the gigantic tower that stood above all the land around it, sitting in the top of it all in the seat of power, was Red Strike, behind his stone desk. His adviser stood before him, contemplating the question he was given.

"No sir, but we are on the case. We have some of our top spies snooping around about it. It's a matter of time before we gather some information."

Red Strike was silent, his black fur rustling in the rushing wind. In a flash, his magic pinned the chancellor down to the ground, aura circling his throat; effectively chocking him. He stood from his chair and walked non-nonchalantly to the struggling stallion, leaning down to stare him with his crimson eyes, death dancing in them like an infectious parasite.

"You'd better not disappoint me...or you'll be flying out these windows" Red threatened, loosening his magic grip on the gagging pony under him.

The chancellor scrabbled up to his hooves, nodding violently while rubbing his neck. "Yes sir, right away sir." With that, he left.

Moments passed and Red walked back to his open windows, stone arches that could be magically blocked. The wind continued to batter his fur, looking out onto the large land that he owned.

"I'll find you soon, Turner."

Author's Note

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