//------------------------------// // The Beginning // Story: The Omega Prophecy // by Unknown Author //------------------------------// The Omega Prophecy         There shall come a time when harmony will fall and chaos shall have a chance at the world. The Elements will be rendered useless and new heroes shall arise. One shall be known as The Alchemist. He shall brew things the likes of which have not been seen in millennia. He shall be recognized for his skill in his trade, outshining all others One shall be known as The Shadow. Moving like the shifting darkness, taking anything they so wish.They shall be recognized by having a blank flank, and a coat dark as the night sky. One be shall be one known as The Warrior, nigh undefeated, and a spirit unbreakable. He shall be known by a sword and shield being by their side, whenever victory is theirs. These brave ponies shall be the ones to right the wrongs. For if they do not, Chaos shall reign and all will be lost in its sway. “This is pretty funny don't you think, Dust?” said Cloud Tamer. “I think its just an old mare's tale; meant to scare little fillies and colts into doing what their parents say,” Dust said with a dry tone. “I still don't see why you dragged me all the way out here just to see som-” At that point he crested the hill and saw a giant party waiting for him. “Okay what is this, and who set it up?” asked Dust with eyes wide. Cloud Tamer said “Ah come on, man! You just got into town, and every time there’s a new pony coming to Ponyville, even if you’re some blackened, dusty-old Earth pony, she will force you to party. I wish I was lying about that, believe me.” The last statement held a sense of personal experience, so Dust didn't question it. He just shook his head and headed down the hill, to the inevitable “Fun” that awaited him. As he drew closer to the house, the music began to play louder, and louder... ______________________________________________________ A few hours earlier Being a winemaker had its ups and downs. Having to deliver, while usually reserved for the others, he felt compelled to do this himself. His name, Grape Vine. Considered one of the greatest winemakers to be born in equestria. Grape Vine was dragging a small carriage of his brand of wine to a party the small rural town called ponyville. ‘Geez, I’m way too far out of my element...’ He complained. Using his magic, he uncorked one of the bottles and gave himself a sip. Satisfied with his work, he slipped it back into the carriage. As he got further into town, He could hear the music playing. Cringing at the Techno music that was blaring, he pressed onwards to make his delivery. He arrived to the front door and prepared to knock with his hoof. In all honesty, he just wanted to get back to his shop and get back to making a new product. The door swung open and immediately, The sound of bass assaulted his ears. He looked at the pony that answered the door and couldn’t help but cringe at the impossibly large grin she was giving him. She was very, VERY pink. “OH! are you here to deliver the Drinks I ordered?” She asked in an excited voice. Grape Vine, not one to miss the opportunity for sarcasm, simply said this. “Nope, I’m on a charity run for the orphanage. i just happen to be dragging a Carriage of drinks.” He sneered. ‘Here’s your sign, idiot.’ he snarked in his head. The sarcasm completely flew over the pink mare. “Oh, well when you see someone who looks kind of like you, and has a carriage of drinks with him, could you tell him to bring them here?” She asked, never losing her smile. A vein throbbed on the back of his head, he sighed, trying to calm himself down. “Yes, I’m the delivery colt for your drinks.” He told the pink mare. She got a good look at him, looking from his green mane, his lime green eyes, to the pitch black coat. She jumped into the air gasping, while hovering in the air for a few seconds. Grape Vine raise an eyebrow. “Uh... you okay Mi-ah!” he was suddenly grabbed into the building with his drinks. He prepared the magic in his horn to fight her off in case she did something that she’d come to regret, only to be caught off guard with a barrage of questions. His head spun trying to understand what in tartarus she was saying. “Pinkie! you’re confusing the poor stallion!” a rather bookworm-ish voice lectured. He looked to the source of the voice and saw somepony he never thought he would see again. “Twilight?” he asked in surprise. Twilight looked at the stallion confused. “I’m sorry, have we met?” She asked in curiosity. Grape vine grinned. “What, you don’t remember Darky?” He asked in amusement. She had a look of concentration, racking her brain to remember a ‘Darky’ in her life. Her face flashed in surprise and happiness. She jumped forward and grabbed Grape vine in a tight hug, almost crushing his ribcage. “Darky! I never thought I’d see you again!” She gushed in excitement. Grape Vine groaned in pain. “Who’s he, Twilight?” Pinkie asked in curiosity. Twilight let Grape Vine go, with a sigh of relief from him, and explained to pinkie his significance. “He was the one who babysat me before Cadence! He... He had to move away though, since he wanted to get into making things.” She explained. A look of confusion flashed across her face, looking towards Grape Vine to clarify why he left. Grape vine saw the look and nodded in understanding. “I wanted to get into wine making. It was what my parents did, So I tried it for myself. Next thing I know, I have my own brand, and all sorts of drinks!” he said with a smirk. He looked at his surroundings. “So, Who’s the party for?” He asked. “It’s for the new pony in town!” Pinkie exclaimed. He merely nodded and trotted off into the crowd. ‘well, May as well... mingle.’ he thought with a sigh. Honestly, he wasn’t very old. barely hit twenty three this year. But he was slowly feeling way, way too tired from this. All he could do now was wait until the life of the party arrived. He suddenly looked up, as something had caught his eye. ‘Is that a... Cloud?’ Meanwhile, It’s not half bad living on a cloud, lemme tell ya. You ever heard of a mobile home? Ten thousand times better. Never mowing the lawn, no rent to pay, no gasoline or “maintenance”...  A neat little house, atop a nice-sized cloud. Really, a relaxing life. Not to mention complete control of the weather. That is, relaxing for just about ANYONE else. This guy had to keep on the move, for fear of running into... Problems. He’d been all over Equestria, and had never stayed in one place for too long. This pegasus had drifted into, or rather over, Ponyville one day, after hearing something about a party from an old friend. Normally, he wouldn’t do something like this, for fear of... “Past problems” coming back to bite him, but he thought it’d be fine. Apparently, even the Princess was to make an appearance. “All this running, and yet the mail still seems to reach me now and again. Thanks, Ms. Hooves.” he told the Mail Mare, as she derped away. A short fly, and Ponyville was directly below. He remembered this place, as much as he wished he didn’t. Not even a minute had passed before a knock came to his front door. And, with as fast as Silver’s house was, and the fact that it’s a cloud, it had to be someone faster than fast. Without even rising from his chair, he knew who it had to be. I mean, who else flew faster than him, and lived in Ponyville? He could think of only one. An old friend of his, he’d heard she was in charge of the Weather around here. “... Rainbow! How long’s it been, huh? How’s life here in slow-pony central?” he asked, with a grin on his face. The two of them hadn’t seen each other in quite a while.          Rather than meeting his question with an answer, it was met at a hyperspeed hug from a cyan mare, ecstatic to him for the first time in a long time. “You finally decided to come out here to Ponyville, huh? YES! Now, I know a perfect place to set up camp... Wow... Nice place, dude! Is that a signed poster from the Wonderbolts?!” Rainbow Dash was ecstatic, she hadn’t seen her old rival in several years. They used to play around constantly, but have since grown apart. “Yep, got it from ‘em this last season. Heh, Soaren writes like a five-year-old...” Said the other Silver, modestly. Standing just a tad taller than Dashy, Silver Lining was quite the colt indeed. Believe it or not, he was one of the top graduates from flight school, and you could bet that any record Rainbow didn’t have for herself was held by this fellow. While Silver directed the whole shebang towards the clearing Dashy had suggested, Rainbow took a personal tour of his house. But, even though he was happy to see some of his old friends, there was a question nagging him in the back of his head. “Well, you’re not staying around here forever, are you? C’mon, one party before you go flying away again!” Dash begged. For whatever reason, RD wanted him at this party. Bad. “You’re always telling me of these parties Pinkie throws for everyone! If whatever you say is true, then I’ll have my own party forced on me, right? How about we just avoid the situation?” “Well, I guess... It’s just...” “Well, Twilight Sparkle told me to invite you. She said you were a friend of hers, too.” Silver’s eyes widened as they finally arrived above the party. “...Who?” End Chapter One _____________________________________________________________________________ How’s it going bros? My name is Serpenti and This, is The Omega Prophecy! This story is a collaboration between Dbanksischillin, Luminous, and Myself. I would like to point out that Grape Vine does belong to me, especially his snarky attitude! Now, take it away Dbanks! Yeah well, now that Serpenti has finished the junk I was gonna do, I guess I might as well tell you people that updates may take a while since 2 out of the 3 authors shall be in school in about 2 or 3 weeks.  On another side note this story is inspired because of us wanting to do a collab. And just so you guys and gals know Dust belongs to me. Hope you all enjoy.         ...Isn’t it just like Dbanks to forget people? Yo, Third author, main editor, Luminous. I guess you could say I own Silver. Not too creative, but I can think of something great, once in awhile. Especially if its a fight scene. Stories though... meh. Anywhore...