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// A Convergence: 2 
// Story: The Elements of Unity 
// by Ponyess 
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	Houses had been built, as we reunited with our brethren.  There is a large building in the centre of the village, but our numbers are too few, what were we to do?

As an Arch priestess, it is my responsibility to keep us united, with the help of the High priestesses in each of the parts of town.  I delegate to them, what needs to be done, such is my task.

Moving openly, proudly amongst all, as a priestess, I am expected to be seen, after all.  The fact that I am one of the least appreciated of all types of Equestria did not stop me.  I wear the symbol, allowing everypony to know who I am, and what I am.  There is no mistaking me, for anything but the priestess.

The pegasi manage our weather from their apex in the clouds, the earth ponies harvest our food, the bats keep the night safe, while the flutter ponies keeps their eyes open.  Yet, we still rely on the unicorns to work their magic, while the changelings do, what we desire out of them.

As the Arch Priestess, it is entrusted to me, to know what needs to be done, to lead us into the prosperity everyone desire.  Yet, I can't know everything, even with the best help from the pegasi and bet scouts, flying far and wide in search of what we need, both materials and intelligence to keep us safe.

There is a point, where I could wait, no longer.  I need to move forwards, even when we don't have enough ponies to keep us going.  It's a grim task, and it was on my shoulders this was resting firmly  As much as I may not desire it, but this is when I had to push.
It is my responsibility to initiate the push, with that, I had ordered librarians to gather what little we had on the subjects, as well as spies to go forth, gathering information from whom ever knew anything we could use.
The stream of incoming followers had all but stopped, while we're still woefully short on ponies to keep our community going.  The choices are slim, but we need more ponies to support us.  We can't kidnap unwilling ponies from anywhere in Equestria.  Just as we can't go beyond, picking whom we chose to take part.  They would be missed and asked for, we would bring down, just what we had made such an effort to escape.

After weeks and hard work, a librarian had stumbled upon something, a new means of aquring the ponies we so desperately are in need of.  Now we had to go even further then previously expected, or even though possible.  Ided by the magic at hoof, a few scouts had been sent off into the new realm in search for what we require.

As it turned out, there are apparently lost individuals with no hope, individuals none would miss.  Where they lived, they had no value, and the people there are aimless and powerless.  Was this the horn of plenty we were wishing for?  Could we bring any of them here?

Naturaly, there is the small problem, they're not ponies in any form, not even beasts like Draons or Griffins of any variety we had heard of.  There lay the challenge.

Magic had it, we could bring them in, but to have them part of the community, they had to be born in new bodies, as ponies.  I chose to take the first as an example, showing the way for my ponies.  The only problem is that a pregnancy would still take us almost a year, before the first pony was even born.

After two months, the burden trickled down the line, and seven more individuals had been selected for this purpose.  Seven ponies directly under me were given a pregnancy to handle.  The task is as of yet working out satisfactory.

Two months later, every last priestess had been given a pregnancy to care for, as a sign of whom they are, and to demonstrate the loyalty to our people, our ponies.  Finally, this was going to start make a difference, even if several of us now were going to slip out of duty for months.

Thankfully ideas were put forth, responsibilities and work were shifted among our numbers, the efforts slowly started to become more manageable.  One mare could care for more than a single foal, and making it into a group effort made it even more convenient.

Elderly ponies were given new tasks more in line with their abilities, in order for them to feel more useful, just as well as relieving others of these tasks.  They were mentoring the young, experience put to good use.