War of The Worlds

A Magic Gift

Drake

     I hate Mondays.

     Probably because it was on a Monday that I got the letter that would force me and my friends into killing Ponies while looking for some ancient relic (that nobody could actually be sure existed) which would supposedly teleport us to some other world that we knew nothing about. But hey, it could be worse.

     I was so happy that day and was sure nothing could go wrong. Boy was I in for a surprise.

     It was my birthday, November 25th, and I was happy as can be. I and my roommate (in Equestria you move out and finish school at the age of twelve) had just gotten home from my thirteenth birthday party, my arms full of gifts and a smile on my face. When we got home i went in the house and to my bedroom, dumping the gifts on the bed then went outside to check the mail.

     I had gotten a letter! I usually don’t get mail so this was a pleasant surprise. What I didn't know was that the letter would change my life...forever.

     When I went in the house and to my room, I got my letter opener and opened the letter.

     It read: “Dear Drake and Ben,” I stopped reading.

That’s strange. I thought. I never got a letter addressed for me and my roommate.

     I shrugged it off and continued reading. “This is Mifeo and I’m in dire need of you at my house. I have just gotten horrible news and needed to tell you face-to-face.

     "Sincerely,

     "Mifeo.”

     I found the letter very weird and unnerving and decided to show it to Ben.

     “Hey, Ben, could you come here!” I called out into the hall, re-reading the letter.

     “Yeah I’ll be there in just a second!”

     I sat on my bed and read the letter again while waiting for Ben. What could he mean by terrible news? And also, it was from Mifeo?! Mifeo is a very powerful magician who always puts himself above others, why would he need me and Ben?

     As I pondered what this could mean Ben walked into the room.

     I might as well explain Ben now. To say he’s big would be an understatement. The guy was huge, not fat or anything, just big. He kind of reminded me of a living rock or something like that. So he’s tall, well muscled, with dark brown hair and eyes, the color of dirt. He can almost always keep his cool during any situation so he’s a good guy to keep around.

     “You needed me?” He asked.

     “Yeah,” I said handing him the letter. “I want you to read this,”

     He looked at me with a weird look on his face then took the letter and began to read, his face first looking surprised then utterly confused.

     He handed the letter back to me. “What do you think it means?”

     “I don’t know that’s why I wanted you to look at it,” I replied.

     “Well we might as well see what he wants,”

     We then got up and headed out of my room to the front door, going out into the streets.

     We stood in front of Mifeo’s house, looking at the front door.

     The house itself was nothing special since all the houses in our quaint little town look exactly the same.

     I worked up my courage and knocked on the door. The door opened immediately and Mifeo stood in the frame looking down on us.

     “Well hello there boys, welcome to my humble abode,”

Whoa, I thought. He must be really shook up. He’s being waytoo nice.

     “Um, thanks.” I said as we stepped past him and into the house.

     Unlike the outside of his house, the inside was pretty...different.

     Sure, he had the usual chair or two but then things got weird. His walls were painted to look like a night sky (along with his floor and ceiling, complete with stars) so it looked like the room was much bigger than it was. The chairs were painted red and green which looked so bad against the walls that I cringed. He had a couple of desks that were painted bright yellow, which probably didn't help him get visitors.

     “Um, sir,” I said. “Not to be rude or anything…but is there something wrong with your brain?”

     “No,” He said, obviously confused. “Why would I?”

     “Uh…never mind,”

     I walked up to one of the chairs and plopped down into it.

     “So why do you want us here?” asked Ben, sitting into a chair as well.

     “I needed you and your friends help with something,” Mifeo replied.

     That got my attention.

     “Our friends?!”

     I and my friends were nothing special. I mean, I knew that people called us "the representatives " because all six of us together represented the threetypes of humans. Ben and I are regular Humans, Sophia and Luke are Angels and Toby and Demy, (who we all called Dems), are magicians. But other than that we were just a regular group of friends.

     “Why do you need us?” I asked.

     Mifeo seemed to hear the surprise in my voice. “To help me with that horrible news that I mentioned in the letter,”

     The letter! Of course!

     “Did the rest of our friends get letters like ours?” I inquired.

     “Yes, they should be on their way right now,”

     As if on cue there was a knock on the door. Ben, being closest to the door, answered it.

     “Oh, hello there guys,” He said.

     He stepped aside and I saw the rest of the group: Sophia, Luke, Toby and Demy.

     Sophia is a white-blonde haired girl, but don’t let that trick you, she’s as smart as they come. She's got blue eyes, a body built like a runner and a boatload of curiosity.

     Luke is a guy with blonde hair who's got golden eyes and a body built like Sophia’s. But that’s just because they're siblings. I hadn’t really known him all that long but we are still pretty good friends.

     Toby and Demy are exact opposites of each other, with Toby having bright red hair, green eyes and a personality that really just feels neutral. Demy, on the other hand, has hair so black that it almost looks purple and grey eyes, but they're inseparable friends, so a lot of people think they are a couple.

     We were all thirteen, with me being the oldest and Dems being the youngest.

     “Hey guys,” I said, standing up and walking over.

     I noticed that Sophia was holding a letter, so was Toby.

     “Hey there, Drake,” Toby said. “And how're ya doin', Ben?”

     Mifeo turned towards us and spread his arms wide. “So now comes the part where I must tell you the bad news,”

     “Yeah,” said Luke. “What is the bad news?”

     “I was using a spell to look at the countryside surrounding the town the town this morning when I discovered a small band of Ponies dressed for war is headed for this town,” He said with dread in his voice.

“What!” screamed Sophia, sounding quite scared.

     “Yes,” said Mifeo. “I’m afraid I can’t stop them, the town is doomed, unless…”

     “Unless what?” Demy asked with fear in her eyes.

      “Unless someone can go and fight them of,” Mifeo said looking directly at us.

     “Oh no,” I said. “I’m not going out there to get mauled by a bunch of Ponies!”

     I was and had a lot of things, two of them being pride and prideful so I was not going out there so a bunch of Ponies can tear me limb from limb.

     “I can help you some,” He said. “But you six are at just the right age to fight. You must defend it.”

     "Help us how?” asked Toby.

     "I found a spell that will give you all great power, but there’s a catch,”

     “And what might that be?” I asked.

It’ll probably turn us into Ponies or something like that. I thought.

     “You will have to learn to use the power yourselves, so it might take months before you can use it,”

     I thought about what to say next. I wanted to say something like “How about you take your spell and use it on yourself so you can be even moreof an upstart.” But I looked at the grim faces of my friends and we all came to a silent agreement. This was our town. And we weregoing to defend it.

     I sighed. “Okay, do the spell,”

~

     We all stood in Mifeo’s living room arranged in a line while Mifeo raised his arms and started to concentrate. Immediately a blue aura of magic appeared around his hands and we all started to rise into the air. (Excluding Mifeo)

     “Umm-” I started to ask Mifeo.

     Just then a burst of blue light burst from his hands and enveloped us all. I could feel it entering my mouth but strangely I was neither frightened nor surprised, I felt completely content.

     As suddenly as it started the light stopped and we all dropped to the ground. Literally. We landed in a heap at Mifeo’s feet. (Who, by the way, was panting and his face was beaded with sweat)

     I didn’t feel any different, no super strength or sudden knowledge on fighting.

     “Hey, what’s the big deal? Nothing’s different!” I complained.

     “Like I said,” Mifeo replied. “You have to learn to use the power on your own,”

     “Than what do we do now?” asked Luke.

     I looked around the room. I didn’t see anything that could help us any other way.

     “Well, I do have something I could give you to help,” Mifeo said uncertainly.

     “Okay, what is it?” asked Sophia.

     Mifeo help up a finger. “Correction, ‘What are they?’”

     “Could you get to the point before we all die?” I asked out of annoyance.

     The mischievous look in his eyes vanished, replaced by desperation and fear. I almost felt sorry for the jerk. Almost.

     “I have some weapons I could give you,” He said with a smile like we would automatically know to use them.

     Mifeo left the room for a couple minutes and returned with some sharp death toys in his hands.

     “Here you go,” He said starting to hand them out: I got a sword and scabbard, Ben got a bow and a quiver of arrows, (Mifeo said he had enchanted it so it would never run out) Sophia got a spear, which she didn’t look happy about, Luke got a bow and enchanted quiver of his own, (he had always like archery) Toby got a spear and Demy got a sword and scabbard of her own.

     I strapped the scabbard to my clothes and saw the rest of my friends do the same.

     “I think I might also have some armor somewhere but I’m not sure,” Mifeo said, his voice dripping with concern.

     I looked around at the other five very scared looking kids. I thought about how gruesome it would be when we died on the battlefield.

     “Well aren’t you a ray of sunshine?” I said sarcastically to myself out loud.

     Everybody looked at me weird.

     “Sorry, I was prepping myself to die,” I said.

     “Well you’re definitely going to die if you keep talking like that,”

     Mifeo was very happy today. He probably set us up to die.

“Oh my, I’m sosorry that I set those poor kids up to die, well looks like I’ve got a big day ahead of me. See you!”

     Rage momentarily blinded my vision, but I managed to keep my cool and not cut his head off or anything.

     I looked a Mifeo’s face and didn’t see any emotions like that, for a second I saw the most unexpected emotion I ever thought I would see on his face, vulnerability, like he was afraid our parents would kill him if we even got scratched on the battlefield. And I finally felt sorry for him.

     “So,” He said, his face returning to his normal happy/prideful look. “I can teleport you right up to them and you could catch them by surprise,”

     “Why don’t you teleport us nowhere,” I said. “Why do you need to teleport us at all?”

     “Because they are still fifteen miles from the town,” He replied matter-of-factly.

     Why he didn’t tell us that in the first place I don’t know.

     “What!” We all screamed at him.

     “You could have waited at least four or five hours until you got us all into this mess!” yelled Sophia.

     I was strangling him on the inside.Fifteen miles! I couldn’t believe he would have the nerve to even think about      teleporting us that far from the town without food or water. Good old Mifeo was back again.

     “Why don’t you take the time to get accustomed to your weapons?” He suggested.

     I had forgotten I was even wearing the scabbard and sword. They weighed practically nothing!

     I unsheathed my sword and inspected it. It was and iron blade on a leather wrapped stone hilt. It wasn’t very long, only about three and a half feet.

     Demy’s weapon was about the same as mine but a bit longer, but Demy had shorter arms than me. It was like Mifeo knew we would need the weapons and made them perfectly for us.

     The spears were each about six or seven feet long with a wooden shaft and a iron tip, along with a weird thing you put on your back so you could strap the spear to it. I noticed that nobody seemed to be staining to hold up their weapon, they all weighed nothing.

     “Enchanted,” Mifeo replied as if reading our minds. “That’s why they don’t weigh anything,”

     “Oh,” I said with a voice of gratitude. “Thanks, Mifeo, thanks a lot,”

     Mifeo rubbed his hands together. “All right! Is everyone ready?”

     “For what?” asked Ben.

     “For me to teleport you, of course, the Ponies are only five miles away now, you know,”

     Okay, it looks like we are all doomed.

     “There isn't enough time,” I confessed. “Even if we knew how to use our weapons, there isn't enough time,”

     Everyone looked at me with mixed expressions, some   looks on their faces, like they knew I was right but didn't believe it, except for one infuriating magician.

     “Nonsense, there’s always enough time for anything,” Mifeo said cheerfully.

     “Alright I said teleport us to the front lines so we can kill some Ponies,” I said with a large smile on my face.

     Mifeo closed his eyes and concentrated, his blue aura returning around his hands. A second later we were standing one hundred yards away from a small army.

      I raised my sword, and charged.