It is a story that no one would ever believe. All the ungulates believe that the Predators have left their world for good, when suddenly, a whole pack of ghost creatures with sharp teeth and claws attacked in the dark of the night!
The Predators are back and are hungrier than ever! They crave for meat and blood and are on the attack to quench their starvation, with the most foul and fiendish of them all leading the attack! The Devourer.
Time is running out. The Predators must be stopped or all of Foenum will be lost.
And so, all of Foenum have sent forth their greatest champions to pursue the one relic that can preserve the salvation of Foenum – The Prophet's Key.
With it, the Champions of Foenum will have the power to banish the Predators for good, locking up the doorway to the Hold, and throwing the key away for good.
The question is: Who is destined to be entitled with all the fame and glory of finding this elusive key to save the world and banish the Predators away?
It was a beautiful sunny day in a large prairie. The warm summer wind was blowing across a field of tall grasses. The mountains stood tall, colored rusty red in the sun.
This is the Prairie, the homeland of Cattlekinds. Somewhere, in the Prairie, in a large open pasture, is a young calf, no older than a year, but already has the headstrong stubbornness and strength of a bull.
She was standing in the center of a circle, surrounded by rocks of different shapes and sizes.
"Alright ya Predators," The calf licked her lips. "Time to meet yer makers!"
With a kick of her hooves, the calf kicked up the dirt and charged at a tall rock, bucking her legs out for a kick, smashing it to pieces. Then she turned to another rock and smashed it with the little horns she was growing from her head. With a turn of her head, the calf reached beneath her red bandana and pulled out a coil of rope. With a spin of her head, she whipped the rope at one of the rocks, ensnaring it in her lasso, and pulled the rock towards her, smashing it into another rock.
"YEEE-HAW!" The calf stomped her hooves hard on the ground, causing the whole ground to shake in a tremor, destroying all of the rocks.
"Whoo-hoo! A NEW RECORD!" The little calf bounced excitedly, kicking her legs out, mooing and whooping.
"I'm Arizona, the Champ'een of the Prairie! I'm-a gonna whoop them Predators a heiny whoopin' and send them packing! Whoo-whoo! And I'll show my pa that I've got it! Whoo-whoo!"
However, the young calf – identified to be Arizona – her moment of triumph was interrupted when her ears perked up to the sound of screaming.
"Huh? Ah must've hit ma head so hard that ma ears are ringin'," Arizona shook her head. "That, and I think I heard someone screaming."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!" A voice screamed, which grew louder and louder by the seconds.
"Huh? Hold on!" Arizona exclaimed. "Some critter really is screaming. But where?"
Arizona turned her head up to see a ball of purple and green, falling down from the sky, screaming all the way, until it crashed, somewhere in the prairie, over the hills, close to the mountains.
"Well I'll be," Arizona kicked her legs into a gallop as she ran towards the crash site. "I wonder what the hay it is..."
After she navigated her way up the hills, through the rocky pathway of the valley, Arizona arrived to find a small, but deep crater, about her height. At the center of the crater, something was covered in soots, and was struggling to stand up, revealing itself to be alive.
The creature has an oddly shaped head, that looked flat and huge on top of its small body.
"Oh... Sweet Celestia..." The creature groaned. "What a drop... My life just flashed before my eyes!"
Arizona titled her head curiously, as she cautiously stepped into the crater for a closer look. But the loose soils gave way beneath her hooves and she slid down the slope. This alerted the creature who turned its head in her direction.
"Huh? Who's there!" The creature turned its head frantically from side-to-side, until it took the strange object off its head, revealing its face.
The object was actually a book. And the creature itself was unlike any creature Arizona had seen before. It looked almost like a lizard, but bigger, with purple scales, large green crests that runs down its back to the tip of its tail, which ended in an arrow shape. Without a doubt, he's the screaming falling ball that Arizona had seen falling from the sky.
Stranger still, the creature was standing on two legs, instead of four. He has large green eyes, sharp claws, and small pointy fangs poke from his upper jaws.
There was an awkward silence between both Arizona and the creature as they looked at each other, unsure of what to do, or what to say to one another.
"...Hello?" The creature greeted in a small timid voice, which made him look less scary to Arizona.
Arizona was surprised that the creature could talk. But she has rather taken a liking to him. He seemed rather friendly, but also scared than she was of him. Not wanting to be rude, Arizona returned the greeting.
"Howdy there, little critter," Arizona mooed. "Name's Arizona."
"Nice to meet you, Arizona," The creature returned the greeting. "I'm Spike."
"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Spike!" Arizona smiled as she shook her hoof with Spike's claw. "So, what are ya? I've never seen a critter like you before. What brings ya to the Prairie?"
In response, Spike frowned in a rather annoyed look.
"I'm here, no thanks to some friends of mine," Spike grumbled. "They were testing out a new spell that they found in this book, which had me falling from the sky and landed here."
Spike turned his head to look at his new surroundings, while asking, "Where is here, exactly?"
"Why you're in the Prairie, of course!" Arizona smiled. "The home to every cattlekinds of Foenum."
This caught Spike's attention as he turned towards Arizona with a confused look.
"Prairie? Foenum?" Spike asked. "...Uh...How far is it from Equestria?"
"...Equestri-who now?" Arizona asked, looking even more confused than Spike is.
"...Equestria," Spike replied. "The ponyland? Canterlot? Ponyville? Doesn't any of that ring a bell to you?"
Arizona shook her head, "Nope. Can't say that ah have," She mooed. "Ah may not have traveled outside the Prairie much, but I know a ponyland, and it don't have weird names you were jus' spouting there."
"What? Are you serious?" Spike asked, looking even more frantic by the seconds. "I could be hundreds of miles away from my friends and family then! I gotta get back home! Trouble is...I don't know where home is! Is it that way? Is it there? Or is it...somewhere on the other side of the world? Or what if...I'm not in my own world anymore..."
"Hey now, take it easy, take it easy," Arizona coaxed the frighten creature. "No need to panic. If yer lost, then maybe I can help ya out."
Spike turned to look at Arizona with wide eyes.
"Really? You'd do that for me?" He asked.
"As sure as my name is Arizona the Champ'een of the Prairie," Arizona smiled proudly. "But...jus' call me, Arizona. We're friends, right?"
"Oh thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!" Spike exclaimed happily as he pounced on Arizona for a hug. "Oh! Uh...sorry. I was just...excited and all..."
Spike backed away from Arizona, who simply giggled at the creature's affection.
"So...where should we go?" Spike asked.
"Ah can take ya back to my family's wagon," Arizona offered, guiding Spike out of the valley. "We can sleep and talk for the night, and ma and pa can help us figure a way out on gettin' ya home!"
And so, the start of a new friendship was made between Arizona and the mysterious creature called Spike.
"By the way," Arizona asked. "What kind of a critter are you, Spike? You don't look like an ungulate."
"I'm a dragon," Spike answered.