//------------------------------// // Chapter One: The Elemental Sword // Story: The Elemental Sword // by Elaine_Lunaris //------------------------------// It was dark, damp and quiet. No sound was made in the long forgotten dungeon as the swordsman strolled through. The dungeon was something out of a nightmare, full of monsters, skeletons, discarded weapons and death. But the swordsman did not worry about that, for he had something many did not. A sword like no other, he had The Sword. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = He was pissed. After five days in this long forgotten dungeon he was fed up with it. Five days without talking to someone. Five days without the natural comforts of being in a bed, or warm food. Five days without company of any kind. Unless one would count the monsters in this god forsaken dungeon as company, but he would disagree with that. But now the swordsman was lost in here without an exit, and no map to help him find a way out. He looked around the dark dungeon, trying to find an escape from the horrors that may lurk around every corner. Turning down a left corridor he came upon a door rimmed in shimmering gold and black iron. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a note. ‘Once you come upon a door rimmed with gold and black iron. Open the door with this sword, for it is the key.’ He looked down toward his sword, then back to the door. Discarding the note the swordsman drew the strange looking blade and looked for the lock. Strangely enough, he found it right in the middle of the double doors. Looking around for monsters one last time, before plunging the swords into the look. Gaining a satisfactory click from the lock, and grunting with the effort, he turned the sword in the lock and pushed the door open, and took a look inside. The room not like the other rooms in the dungeon; it was furnished with couches tables and book shelves, but it still looked old. He pulled the sword out of the lock and went into the room. Hearing a click he turned back around to face the way that he had come. Finding that the door was locked from the other side. Great.... another locked door, I can add that to my list of things to be pissed about. Sighing the swordsman continued on his trek around the room. He went toward one of the shelves and pulled out a book bound in a brown casing with golden designs in each corner, and what looked like a golden unicorn with a green eye on the front. Opening the book, he swore to himself. It just HAD to be in another language...... sighing the swordsman took his new found treasure and stuffed it into his backpack, which was enchanted to be able to create a pocket dimension for storage. Walking over to a golden lined chest in the corner of the room, he grabbed the weird sword out again and jammed it into the lid and shimmied it open. Jackpot! Inside the chest were tons of platinum coins with what looked to be two flying horses on the front of each coin..... And Gems! Tons of gems were inside the chest as well, ranging from diamonds all the way to amethysts. He shrugged and took out his enchanted backpack and stuffed all of the coin and gems inside. After he was finished putting the coins and gems into his backpack, he stood up from his position on the floor. Puting a hand to his chin in thought. Now that that’s done, what do I do now? Looking around the room again, this time taking in every detail about it. He found that there were in fact TWO doors in the room. One was which he came from; the other was in fact never there before. Wandering towards the new door he stopped before it and looking the door over in mild interest before searching for a lock to open it. Seeing none he reached for the door and pushed it. The door opened with ease, inside showed a room which there was a pedestal in the middle, with six globes of some sort suspended by pylons connected to the middle of it. Walking forwards he climbed the stairs and reached the middle of the pedestal. The swordsman looked around himself in wonder, the room was almost empty and devoid of anything that might be of value. A faint humming noise filled the room but the swordsman did not notice; he was admiring the decorations around the room. Looking down he noticed two things. One: there were two familiar symbols on the pedestal. Upon closer inspection they were found to be similar to his people’s symbols of time and transformation. And two: there was a familiar looking hole in the pedestal that looked like an all too familiar sword that was strapped to his waist. Looking around himself yet again for monsters and traps, he reached for his sword and pulled it out of its sheath. He didn’t move forwards until the entire room had been looked upon by his gaze. One thing stopped him from looking back to the hole in the pedestal. The sweep of the room had unnerved him, for where there was meant to be the exit. There was only a blank wall of stone. He was now trapped in this room. He was stressed now, and started to sweat with the tension in the room. Looking back to the pedestal, he centred his blade over the hole, and plunged it into the lock burying it down to the gem encrusted hilt. What’s the worst that could happen? Giving a grunt as he twisted the blade to unlock whatever secrets the pedestal may have hidden within. The hum in the room now getting louder, he finally heard it, and looked around fearful of what might happen. He tried to remove his hands from the sword but found that he could not; the orbs were now floating with a pure white aura surrounding them. Tugging at the sword with all his might to try and remove it from the stone grasp that clung to it. The orbs were slowly levitated from their original standing point and slowly began travel around the swordsman. Picking up speed as they went along, he was sweating heavily now. With had no idea what was going on, the swordsman was scared of what might happen should this be allowed to continue. Finally the orbs had reached a crescendo, a cascade of colours from all the spectrums of the rainbow crashed into him. He expected pain, suffering at least a little bit of discomfort. But all he felt was cold and stiff as the rainbow continued its assault onto the swordsman. ^^^^^^ Temple of the royal pony sisters – Everfree Forest ^^^^^^ Twilight Sparkle walked through the old ruined castle of the royal pony sisters where months ago she and her friends had become the elements of harmony. Her princess and mentor had earlier that night sent her a letter urging her to investigate a large magical disturbance in the old ruined castle. Twilight reached the inside of the castle in but a few minutes of her time. Looking around the ruined area she examined the magic in the old castle, but sensed nothing unusual in the magic around her. But upon closer inspection the magic near where the elements were before her friends and herself removed them to defeat nightmare moon, was strangely more active than usual. Twilight approached the pedestal cautiously, using her magic to scan it. Slowly a magical charge appeared around the pedestal that used to house the elements of harmony. Until the charge burst forth in a display of multicoloured of the rainbow, she recognised the power of the elements of harmony at work and averted her eyes from the blinding light. When it was all over the only thing that had changed was that there was a sword sticking out of the top of the pedestal that the elements were upon. The sword had a blade of multiple colours all representing the colours of the element users themselves, it shifted from purple, to yellow, to pink, to white, to cyan and finally to orange. The blade of the sword had six gems incrusted within it. Each one representing the cutie mark of the elements themselves, a lightning bolt, a balloon, an apple, a butterfly, a diamond and a star. The hilt itself was made of some type of wood that was elegantly fashioned with vines wrapping around the hilt to make a sort of grip around it to be able to hold it properly. At the base of the hilt was a pure white gem that glowed slightly in the darkness that surrounded the pedestal. She stared at the sword for what seemed like a few hours but only a couple of minutes in real time. She had no idea what to do with the sword that was inside the pedestal. She walked slowly over toward the imbedded sword, stopping sharply when she heard somepony talk. ‘Where am I? Hello? Is anyone there?’