The Legend of the Six

Dawn of the second day. Dusk yawned, as he sat up to stretch his hooves and legs. His body was not used to waking up at dawn instead of dusk, so it was rather hard for him to actually get himself out of bed and dressed. Cleaning himself up, alongside a few books he had picked up before finally resting, Dusk opened a curtain, letting the shallow warmth of the risen sun flow in. It wasn’t much, but it was better than nothing.

Teleporting a very certain, musty tome to himself, Dusk began his daily reading on the lore of this land. This novel sounded particularly exciting, what with ancient power and dreadful foes being defeated by six chosen mares. It almost seemed real….

“Knock-knock!” a few thuds rocked the ancient door, dragging Dusk’s attention back to the present.

“Hold on, I’ll be there in a second!” He yelled at the door, rushing to gather his fedora and saddle bag, setting the tome inside for later study. Nomming on his daily stolen apple, Dusk answered the door with a casual, “Hello!” He was glad, at least, to see it wasn’t some random stranger. Then again, nopony really knows I live here yet, aside from Feron. He thought to himself as the bright, cheery mare stepped inside his humble abode. He noticed she wasn’t wearing her bright pink robe today.

“Hi, Dusky!” She replied, smiling as always. Feron sat down on the floor, looking around the tree-house. “Wow! This place is nicer and bigger than I had imagined!” She hadn’t gotten a very good look inside when they first met yesterday. She then began wandering around, looking and touching everything she could find.

“Heh, I guess so…” Dusk replied sheepishly, new nickname aside. “Anyway,” He continued, “what brings you over, Feron?” He looked over at the mare, a little surprised at just how into exploring his house she was.

“I was thinking that we should go out to the park, and have some fun! It is part of the code,” She confirmed to herself with a nod, finally returning to face Dusk. “You have to have fun with somepony every day, lest you sink into a deep pit of loneliness…” She trailed off at that last part, seemingly lost in memories. But, just as quickly as she was lost, Feron bounced back to her usual exuberant self, all smiles and happiness.

“Eh, if you say so.” He shrugged, opening the door to head out into town.

“Hey! Afterward, we can go see Barry for some apple cider!” Feron added, happy with the thought of seeing another friend.

Soren was getting rather tired of just watching the two ponies going about simple daily life tasks. There were bigger stakes here than somepony finding out Dusk was a unicorn, or Feron becoming a disciple of Pinkamena. Things needed to pick up soon, lest it all be too late. At this rate, he would have to take direct action. Action means talking to other ponies. God I hate talking to other ponies. With a deep sigh, Soren alighted off the ground, heading out over the town to find just the ponies he needs to get this whole shebang started.

Flying low at a slow pace over the town, Soren began looking below for potential ponies. Let’s see…No, he’s not it. Neither is she. Dammit! I may have to go and talk to the two of them in person. But that would mean getting involved in the big picture. I’m supposed to remain the hidden guide in all this! Gah! He mentally berated himself for being such a socially awkward "Hand of the Heavens," utterly incapable of doing his job correctly.

The Heavens chose Soren for a reason. What that reason may be, even he doesn’t know.

Yet.

Dusk and Feron ran through the park, laughing, falling, and generally having fun. Neither one seemed to notice the pegasus awkwardly watching them, a near nervous wreck from the looks of him. His grey eyes and coat, and blue curly mane were shaking slightly. With a deep breath, the stallion walked over to where the two were sitting, and managed stuttered, “H-hello.”

“Hmm?” Feron paused, looking in the general direction of the voice. “Oh, hello there!” she waved, and smiled. Soren looked scared rather scared, but cleared his throat and stepped closer.

“H-hi. My name is…Soren…Soren Wings…” He managed to utter, refusing to make total eye contact with either pony.

“Hi Sorey! I’m Feron Pix! But you can call me Feron.” She held out a hoof for him to shake, grinning the entire time. “Hey, do you wanna be friends? Ooo! We should throw a party for ya! I’ll go grab Barry and the cider!” She started rambling on about the party, but all it seemed to do is cause Soren frustration.

Clapping one hoof over Feron’s mouth, Dusk stepped forward, clearly recognizing that she was scaring him. “I’m sorry about my friend here; she can get a little excited about making new friends.” Dusk paused for a second to release Foren, giving her a quick glare to let her know not to talk so much. “Anyway, I’m Dusk Fades, it’s nice to meet you Soren.” Dusk nodded to the male, hoping not to spook him. “So, Soren, why don’t you tell us a little about yourself? It should help you feel a little better.”

With a sigh and a nod, Soren sat down across from the other two, and slowly began telling them of his life, except for the whole “Hand of the Heavens” thing. He told them of his lack of real flight training, where he lived, some of his fears, and dreams etc…

“Wow, that’s…so cool!” Feron exclaimed as the pegasus finished, still giddy from making yet another new friend. That makes 3 in 2 days! Feron and Dusk then took turns telling their own stories, minus certain details. The fact that all 3 of them lacked cutie marks did not go unnoticed by neither Soren nor Dusk. And yet, for once in his life, Soren was feeling relatively comfortable around these ponies.

There is something…Something about these 2 radiates hope…Yes, I can feel it…Soren thought to himself, a little proud that things had gone so well. A smile nearly cracked his face, as the 3 set out to play in the field, in what little area that resided within the safety of the barrier.

Another day had come and gone, but soon things would finally begin to pick up speed, just as Soren needed.