Upon A terrorists of a mountain whose name is lost in time. Set a city of cobbled stone. It's gray blocks stained from dirt and time. It's ancient walls and buildings cracked and fell as the very mortar was worn away. So far from the once gleaming capital of equestria that few know it's name. It's here that time lays forgotten, its history turning to dust.
Stone blocks the size of griffins slowly crumbling in destitute, turning the cobblestone paths into mazes. It's winding paths turned to tunnels and walls as the masonry faded. Three cloaked figures drifted the streets, hoods pulled low. Their hooves echoing in the still air. They moved with purpose through the dilapidated city.
Uncaring or unable to explore the history that filled the walls and marred the stones. Water worn and wind blasted carvings faded to mad scribblings and childish drawings. Runes carved with pride now are nothing more than blemishes. Chipped away.
Slowly the group scuddled closer to the looming towers of a long decrepit keep. A grand road almost fifteen carriages wide now riddled with holes and puddles. At the center of the city loomed a castle, it's walls worn but standing strong. The drawbridge lay across it's festering moat, the wood rotten and waterlogged.
They didn't slow as their hooves left the stone, or as the wood cried out under the weight. only coming to a stop as they reached the courtyard and the wide open doors. The doorway was filled with a black smoke that seemed to fight against the light. The mass shifting and pushing against the light, odd shapes dissolving before it became whole.
One figure pulled out a piece of quartz..the hazy stone glowing in it's soft raspberry magic. With a flash it grew brighter and brighter. The shadows quivered and slid away from the light before the three began to move forward once more. None spoke because they didn't need words, they knew why they were here.
Once they entered the entrance hall, the mist filled in behind the cloaked figures. Creating the unyielding wall of darkness once more. Slowly struggling against the light. The figures seemed to move through the choking blackness, uncaring of the mist lashing out at them but never touching them as the quartz pushed them back. Slowly it gave way, leaving them in a room that time seemed to have forgotten that time was passing. The smooth stone walls and gilded tapestries hung free of dust and loss. Long lost paintings marking their time as they all depicted life before discord. No alicorns graced the canvas, because there had been no alicorn.
The three figures marched on, leaving the relics on the walls. The massive golden doors lay before them, carvings of soldiers at war. Horn, wing, and hoof clashing as blade meet blade. One from each tribe fought in the center, all with crowns. A war with no name frozen in casted gold.
They were pushed open allowing the three into the glorious throne room. Inside is where they stood. The room was filled with cloaked figures, all falling silent at their arrival. The silence grew as the three trotted through, moving to stand before the thrones. Each was carved from simple wood, non standing taller or closer. For the three were equal. None above or below, all ruled and represented by their own.
"We call this meaning to order! Speaker of the house please take the floor!" The first figure said, the boise deep and hard. The voice of a stallion. He sat on the first throne, upright and proud.
"As many of you know, my name is Tranquil Notes. For this hearing I shall be the speaker. All present have given there thoughts and worries. Today we start with the introduction of magister Emerald Tides. Please step forward."
A figure stepped forward, tossing back the hood of his cloak. His emerald green eyes reflecting the magic lights, pine green mane slicked back. Ash grey fur vanishing under the cloaks clasp.
"Your magistys, I stand before you today, in are sovereign halls to bring news from the lands to are east. Every soul here knows of the alicorns that rane over Equestria." The stallion spoke his voice soft but reaching the ears of all. He moved to stand before the steps of the thrones. "However we learned of the night blessed's fall after corruption had tainted her body. But today she has returned. Today she has been freed from the thousand years of solitude, and washed clean by the elements."
There was a quiet muttering that filled the room, hundreds of voices as they tried to understand the magisters words.
"He speaks the truth, it was destin from the stars that the night mistress would return soon the dawn of a millennium." The second figure spoke, the voice as smooth as velvet and chiming. With her words the room fel silent once more, no one spoke as the queen spoke. "However it was not the sister who freed her. The harmony left her. Speak and tell who freed the night mistress."
"It was the dawn maddens pupal, the young and studious Twilight Sparkle. Element of Magic, barrier of harmony. The five who hold the others are all older, Pinkamena Diane Pie, Element of laughter and barrier of joy. Apple Jack, Element of honesty and barrier of justice. Rarity Bell, Element of Generosity, barrier of altruism. Rainbow Dash, Element of loyalty, barrier of scrupulous. And lastly Fluttershy Element of Kindness, barrier of peace." Emerald spoke as he looked between the three rulers.
The room fell silent, all letting the names settle into there minds. Six elements falling into the hooves of six ponies. It was unpresidented, but the next question was something any should have asked.
"Magister, tell us? What races are these elements? None have been chosen to bare there weight after the alicorns. Why have they chosen now to grace the world once more?" The third and final ruler spoke, the voice soft but etched with wisdoms. The old mare turning her head to look over a stained window.
"Two of every tribe, the pegasus kindness and loyalty, the earthen honesty and laughter, and the unicorns magic and generosity." Emerald answered, bowing his head. "Equal and opposite."
"Speaker, call forth a messenger. We must not delay. Fate is cruel to those who delay it's plans. We must send message to the night madden. Balance is returning but with it brings risk." The velvet voice spoke as she lowered her hood. A unicorn sat her mane and eyes a dark pink, reflecting the light that glowed from her dark blue horn.
"As you wish your magisty. He will be here before are meeting has concluded. Till then Queen Horizon. Unrest has grown as the farmlands continue to be raised by infiltrators. Food is growing harder as they salt the lands." Tranquil spoke as he stepped up beside the magister.
"King Golden, has the military ben roused? We can no longer hope for peaceful resolutions. Are subjects will not be starved." Queen Horizon spoke turning her head to the first throne. Where the stallion looked back.
"The first and second legend have been sent to protect are people. The rest have been tasked with patrolling the inlands to strike out any dens of crime." The stallion spoke, keeping his hood pulled over his head.
"Ah, and Queen Thunder. Your thoughts on the matter?" Horizon spoke as she turned her head to look at the last throne. A small smile pulling at her lips.
"The weather will hold, it is still summer. While it will be close we can hold out the winter. We can't lose any more food if we wish to be fed till spring returns. Stalking and rationing now will keep the stores comfortable." The old mare spoke, a black wing rubbing her chin as she though. "Not many crops that only take a few months to grow, so keeping what is in the ground safe is too priority."
"Agreed, and spread word. All who are seen destroying and attacking are lands shall be shown no mercy. There are to many mouths for a group of fools to want it all." King Golden spoke his voice firm. Hoof slamming into the arm of his chair with a finality.
"With that we have little else your magistys. The coffers are well, taxes are moderate but the people are keeping up. Lastly no dutchies has had any issue other then raided farmlands." Tranquil spoke as he bowed low. Behind him everyone bowed, there cloaked heads nearly touching the ground.
"Then we shall call this meeting to an end. Keep us well informed, should anything happen to another farm, stockpile, or mill yard. Supplies are needed to keep are land growing. Loss is detrimental." King Golden spoke as he stood up as spoke. "And Emerald, your information is well held. We thank you for bringing it before the court. Have Tranquil reward you for it."
"All in the name of harmony, that is the only reward I need you magisty." Emerald said as he rose from his bow. Smiling as he looked up at his cloaked king.
"Then consider the reward a gift for your loyalty to kingdome and throne. I must return to work, the army shall not wait and the lands will not go unprotected." Golden spoke before trotting past the magister. Soon