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// Two worlds, 1 Prophecy 
// Story: Digi Sparks Chronicles : The Prophecy 
// by abithig 
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A war will be fought on cold, barren lands,
with a foe whose kind has been covered in sands.
Sparks must fly in the unavoidable clash,
lest the world become covered in ash.
Harmony alone cannot again end the strife.
Worlds must be crossed to save everypony's life.


Twilight's eyes flew open, the last stanza trailing off, echoing in her ears. As she sat up in her bed, she couldn't help but replay the ominous poem once more in her head. "Strange," she thought to herself, "I've been hearing that poem in my sleep for over a week now. It's gotten to the point that I can repeat it word for word. Honestly, it's actually starting to creep me out."
Twilight bit her lip, deciding how she should react to the poem. "It definitely sounds suspicious though. A war? A kind covered in sand? Worlds... crossing? Ugh, I just can't think straight right now!" Looking to the window, Twilight realized that it was still very late at night, Luna's moon still high in the sky. "And for Celestia's sake, this is the tenth time I've been woken in the middle of the night because of that poem," she muttered under her breath, keeping in mind that Spike was sleeping in his bed only a small distance away from her own.
"This has gone on long enough," Twilight concluded. "First thing tomorrow, I'm heading down to Canterlot and discussing this with the Princess. Even if it is just a silly poem, the fact that I've been dreaming of nothing but it for so long, there's got to be something more to it. I've never even heard the poem before! It just came to me out of nowhere in my dreams."
Twilight yawned, and glanced back at the window. "Well, I better try to get some sleep while I still have the chance tonight. Otherwise, I may not be able to stay awake while talking with the princess." Twilight's eyelids started to droop, and she slid back down onto her bed as she let her weariness bring her ever closer to sleep. "I just hope that, whatever this poem is, it doesn't have anything to do with us. The last thing we need is to be faced with disaster once again after such a long period of peace.





"Ugh, this is so boring!" I muttered under my breath. "Why can't they ever find anything interesting to teach about in these schools? Half this stuff I already know, and the other half I can learn in half the time it takes everyone else! I don't even see why I need to come to school in the first place." Glancing down at my watch, I find there's only five more minutes of boredom to suffer through. "Come on," I breathed under my breath, now staring at my watch intently as if it would speed up time, "Just a bit more..."
"Zeke." I looked up as I heard my name called. I had never liked the name, but it was the only thing that my parents had left me with, other than my lazy, inconsiderate uncle. Even my only memories of them were from when I was very little, I still missed them, and would try my best to hold on to anything I had left of them. 
Bringing my attention back to the teacher, she had probably caught me not paying attention to the lesson, and had most likely called me in hopes to make me stay in class until after the bell rang. "Oh, good, you can hear me." She said in her usual sarcastic tone. I smirked as I gazed back at the teacher. Math was always my academic strong suit, and as a result, my math teachers generally became my favorites. "Can you please solve the problem on the board?"
Glancing at the board, I noticed a long and complex equation written out in chalk. Taking a peek at my watch, I noticed there were only two minutes left of school. No pressure, I thought to myself jokingly. 

(15*4+27)x+239 = x+(20*20+9*9+4*4)

I sighed heavily, and for a second I thought I saw a glimmer of success in the teacher's eyes. Sorry, but I'm not staying here a second longer than I have to.
Many people tell me that you should do math on paper. I find it a waste of time, effort, and trees. Staring at the board, numbers started flying through my head. I glanced at my watch. Ten seconds. I beamed with accomplishment. "X equals three." I stated gleefully. Simple algebra mixed in with a few squared numbers, nothing too hard. Five seconds. I bent down, grabbed my backpack, threw it over my back, and stood up in one fluid, practiced motion, then started for the classroom door. That's when I realized no one had gotten up early for the release bell like they usually do. Glancing back over my shoulder, I noticed the slack-jawed expressions on my classmates' faces. I chuckled under my breath.
Everyone was always surprised by my skill, and to no surprise either. I was always at the top of the class, and not just in math. Straight As all throughout my school years thus-far, I'm what most people would call a geek, and I am proud to be one. "Rather a geek than an idiot," was always my counter to anyone who insulted me, of which there were many.
I was never a very "popular" student at my school. In fact, most everyone in my school was either threatened by me or hated my guts. I never cared too much about the insults though, just a bunch of immature children who can't deal with the fact that I'm actually succeeding in where they are failing miserably.
Then my thoughts snapped back to the present. Something is off, I'm sure of it. Why hasn't the release bell rang yet? I checked my watch again. "N-no way! How?! How is there still five seconds left?!"
I turned around, looking back at my classmates. Everyone still had the same dumbfound expressions. The EXACT same. Not a single change has been made on any of their faces. There was no movement, no sound, nothing. In fact, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think I was standing in the middle of a very well made statue garden.
“What’s going on? Is time frozen? That’s not possible, is it?” Just as I finished talking, the classroom door flew open. However, instead of the hallway that should have been there, there was nothing but a dark void. Before I could even question what was going on, I was picked up by an unseen force and instantly thrown into the void. In that exact moment, I lost  consciousness.