Part 1
It was sprinkling, but it obviously wasn't raining. If it's dry enough to traverse, then JetStream can walk it. He glad to see the sun nearly out again, the clouds were spread since the past hour, and although it could get a bit to warm here, clouds that rolled by colled it for a moments notice. About halfway of his walk to Altamare Spire, he heared something different.
Something was wrong, he didn't here the echoes anymore. This slight difference in hearing tempted him to turn around, and if that urge was true, then sompony must be behind him. He quickly darted behind him, making Picket jump.
"Picket? What are you doing here?" JetStream realized. Her jump forced her to hover in mid-air, it seems she was wearing her coat again, "Can you not be directly in the sunlight or something?" he asked looking at her flying around him.
"No, I can't. But I'm okay with a shaded areas... atleast."
"Why's that?" JetStream asked as his cyan fur being hit by the sun shined into her eyes.
"How about we sit down?" she considered. JetStream watched as she looked around, he huffed.
"Alright, but where?"
"Over there, where there's tons of tables covered by umbrellas." JetStream didn't mind that, he would go there if he did want to go over something, and secondly, the building close to the tables is a resurant, so he could think about and eat and drink all at once.
"Yeah, okay." he started walking over there, Picket finally touched ground, folding her wings. And suddenly started to breath in releif.
"What was that?" JetStream turned to look at her.
"The ground is so warm, it feels cozy." she smiled. Just before they got to the table, Picket popped another question, "... So, is this what you usually look like?" JetStream almost stuttered.
"Yeah-" he stepped back into the sunlight beforethey sat down at a table, "-this is the real me... pretty cool, huh?" he slightly posed. A couple of passerbyers giggled to themselves, JetStream paused. Having one eyebrow raised and smiling.
"I assume you're well known?" she laughed internally.
"Uh. Heh, only my friends know me best." he said with a determined smile. He went down to the seat and sat down, there was a pause before Picket spoke up.
"Now-" she lift her hood up, surprising JetStream, "-I know why batponies aren't that good in sunlight. It isn't like all of us, only some are effected."
"Some?" JetStream wondered.
"There's a specific rule, that I was lucky enough to hear, that this trait follows. It was that to whoever was born during night, and a full moon would have no tolerence aggainst sunlight, they absolutely could not go in it..." she paused, silently moaning, "I guess that's how I ended up." JetStream was shocked.
"You were born on a full moon night?" he asked.
"Yeah, I was."
"Is there one for who's born during the day?" she rolled her eyes.
"But does that ever happen, I think that one born during the day will be..."
"Is it the opposite of the full moon night?"
"I'm pretty sure it wasn't, but close." She suddenly thought about lengths of time, then that's when it clicked, "It was that you could stay the longest in sunlight without it... stinging..." she sounded unsure. JetStream's head rose.
"Like a sunburn?" he asked.
"Sunburn?" Picket wondered.
"You don't know what a sunburn is?"
"... No, I don't."
"It's when you stay too long in the sun, and your skin hurts from below your fur whenever you move it around like this." he put his hoof on his chest and moved it around in circles while Picket just watched without a clue, "Also the spot of the sunburn is tinted red too, so you know where it is." Picket's mouth opened in enlightenment.
"Yeah, JetStream, it's something like that. But instead of moving it, you don't have to and it hurts. It doesn't feel burnt or warm, it just stings..." she said looking into the sunlight, "Sometimes
I wish I could walk in the sunlight..." she turned to him, "Like you, your family, and all the other ponies that live in this town..." JetStream was stunned.
'Do-do I have anything to respond with that? Here comes that feeling I haven't even heard of again...' it felt like his heart was skipping a beat, like he got to the end of a story and wanted it to end as slow as possible, what was this feeling? 'What do I say...?' sometimes it will only come out to speak the truth. After a while Picket looked at him.
"...I'm speechless..." he frowned to make anything at all work.
"I bet you're freezing up." Picket said. JetStream cooled down and looked at her.
"What?"
"You can't say anything about, don't worry. I understand." she put her hooves on the table.
"...?" JetStream looked in confusion.
"Me and you, we're different. We weren't meant to expierience the same things."
"I can't say anything because I haven't expierienced what you have... I can't comfort you because I never have, dealt with such a thing before..." he frowned looking at the ground below,
"I'm sorry, but I could if I would have." his tone increased. He waited for a responce from her, but instead got a gesture. She slightly nodded her head down at the table where he hooves were. Without saying a word, JetStream put his hooves on the table.
"Here, and now, we'll make a promise..." JetStream nodded, as he started to smile, "To never outshine eachother a-" the memory faded fast, but the promise remains until they depart, as they confirmed.
Twister walking at a outer edge of Altamare, taking in the view of the ocean. Watching the noon-day sun's reflection off the water carelessly cross over his eyes. He looked up when he heard hoofsteps, "...?" he turned around, only to notice it was only passerby. But beyond that JetStream was galloping in the distance.
"Twister!" he beckoned. He stopped next to him catching his breath, "How... how did you do so far today?" Twister looked confused.
"Do what?"
"Just in general." he answered. They both paused.
"Actually, I've been wondering around now for a little while. I haven't seen Colos or Colas yet..." he looked at JetStream.
"I've been catching up with Picket lately..."
"Picket?" Twister wondered.
"Oh, I forgot-" he scratched his head, "-The mare's name is Picket Prosechos..."
"That's a name." Twister confirmed.
"I never heard of one like that before either, maybe it's just how batponies get their names." JetStream suggested. His pause made him think about their conversation earlier.
"Twister?" JetStream asked.
"Yeah?"
"... Do you ever look at the sun?"
"What?" he was puzzled head to hoof.
"I hope Twister and JetStream are doing okay." Colas said.
"I'm sure they're fine." he responded looking through books at the local library, it wasn't as big as Canterlots, but it was nessecary. Colos turned to her sister, "We've made it this far..." he said. Both their tones were calm, as a library should, but nothing could stop them from talking loudly, that's what made this library a bit different. Some still decide to change it, and yet there are some that didn't even know it was not a rule in the first place. And some completely abuse it, but those aren't worth much to mudder over, "Ugh, I can't seem to find batpony in these books."
"Found it!" she exclaimed from a couple isles away.
"What?" Colos looked through the shelves. Colas showed it to him, "Oh, how was I supposed to know?" she scoffed.
"I wouldn't know if I was in the Equestrian mythology section... Come over here instead, it might help." Colos cleared his throat.
"... Good job, Colas. We found it." she rolled her eyes as she headed for the tables.
"Let's look into this..."
"Yes, let's." Colos responded.
"Ha-ha, JetStream." Twister laughed in a sarcastic tone, "That was funny the 11th time..." JetStream looked at him in confusion.
"That was the seventh time..."
"Exactly, you haven't said it yet. When did you make that joke anyway?" JetStream looked around at the blooming buildings in white cement.
"A week ago? I think. New habits die not as quickly." Twister sighed.
"That's not how it goes." JetStream smiled.
"Exactly my point." he started to strut with his eyes closed. Twister suddenly stopped, a cold wave went through JetStream's spine as he took his next step, he ended up walking into a pony.
"Uh..." he opened his eyes again, and it was a stallion. He had a dark blue coat with a blue-greyish mane and tail with the same color of his coat going down the middle of it. His eyes were a red-grey color that oddly looked pink. And his cutie mark was barely visible. It's base color was close to his coat, and it was hard to see because of it. He made a slight cough as he walked continued to walk away, "Sorry." he called out. The pony just waved his hoof slowly and passively back at him, "Hope I didn't budge his mood." his expression at a slant.
"Come on, JetStream-" Twister got his attention, "I see Colos and Colas over there." JetStream went up to his side.
"Right. What do you think they've been doing the past couple of days." Twister shrugged.
"I may not know, but it looks like Colas is carrying something." they noticed an object between Colas's right wing and body.
"They can can carry things there?" JetStream just asked as he was tugged by Twister.
"Com' on!"
"Alright, alright!" JetStream struggled to get on his own hooves.
"Colos!" Twister called out. He looked up, and to his left.
"Twister, come here. We found a book, one that may be the more helpful." when Twister stopped in front of them, he finally let go of JetStream, causing him to wobble in place getting his balance back, he looked back up after he did.
"W-what's it about?" JetStream asked.
"Batponies in general." JetStream's mouth suddenly opened, he turned his head in realization.
"I need to get the orb back in its spot before the bats fly over Altamare." he paused.
"JetStream, that's still about nine days away, it's still some time..."
"Sure, it is. But I rather get it up there now, in case if I forget..." he bit his lip.
"How about you try later today? When we are all less busy?" Colas suggested. They all went quiet, and looked at JetStream.
"...! Yeah... I can do that." he smiled an unsure smile.
"Alright, now let's go somewhere else so we can look at this."
"How about the Spire? It's right there."
"It's towering over us right now, no pun intended..." Colos looked at everypony else, they just shrugged.
"Okay, let's go." Twister exclaimed as he trotted toward the blue wooden door.
"Right!" they responded.
"I wonder how the orbs doing anyway..." JetStream thought out loud. As soon as they got to the top, the put it on the ledge that would be in the sunlight, and as of right now, the ledge on the right was mandatory, it faces the sunset. It was still only twenty past noon though. Colos and Colas went in front of the book, Twister was to the left, JetStream was on the right.
"So where did you both find it?" JetStream asked. As Colos silently shifted with his eyes closed, Colas nudged him.
"We got it at the library of course."
"Right, didn't think you'd find something like that there. I don't check that library often..." Twister snickered.
"Well, neither do I."
"The book says they fly in groups." Colas said.
"Yeah, Picket told me that."
"Picket?" Colos and Colas asked in unison. They suddenly hear a tap on the concrete, and a wall of air come at them from their backs, followed by the ryhtmic beats of hooves.
"That would be me..." they turned around.
"You're back!" JetStream exclaimed.
"You're Picket?" brother and sister in perfect unison. A chill went down there spine.
"Yes, Picket Prosechos, it is full. The batponies to be seen by-"
"We know." Colos said. Picket huffed.
"Alright, but why are you guys here? Whatchya doin'?" she started to ask.
"Colas and Colos found a book in the library about your kind, Picket." JetStream smiled.
"What? Why look at a book when you can ask the very flesh and mind of such creatures?" she tried to show her self again, but she had her coat on again, "JetStream..."
"Yeah?" she took her coat off, she was in shade anyway, and it surprised Colos and Colas.
"You know that promise we both decided to keep?" he nodded.
"Yeah, of course I do remember..."
"... You are keeping it... are you?" she was a bit curious in her tone.
"Yes, Picket. We're keeping that promise until we say it is broken or until otherwise." he smiled. But Picket went quite.
'Here we go again... I don't want to embarrese myself again. It really isn't all that liar-proof back at home.' "Eh, yeah, of course you are-" she finally responded, "-Just checking."
"Alright." JetStream guessed and steered away from that conversation to another, "Why don't we just figure out what's relevent to this scene now? Instead of going over everything?" Colas smiled of her guilty pleassure.
"Actually, I got this book for that specific reason, it boosts my interest."
"Well, uh-" it seems like Picket couldn't make it anymore clear, "Here I am... a well-alive bat-pony before your very eyes." she held a hoof outward. Holding an awkward smile.
"No, I trust you completely, Picket. I guess I'm not certainly willed, to ask other ponies for other information." Picket's eyes and mouth opened wide.
"I was just like that. When I was just a young mare."
"Aren't you still?" Twister asked by her appearence.
"Based on other ponies, sure. But batponies, if you didn't know of course, age slower, about two times the normal Equestrian." she smiled stating a rough estimate.
"Sooo...." JetStream made a little point with his hoof.
"Since we age slower, whatever we look like physically, we're actually double the age."
"Wow..." Colas wondered in her enlightenment. JetStream was quietly counting to himself before he exclaimed.
"Then I would be around 26 years old..." his friends looked at him weirdly, "My batpony age of course." Everyone paused before Picket continued.
"I may look like this, but I'm actually 76 years old."
"Really?!" Colos exclaimed.
"You look like a school teacher at the most." Twister stated.
"Picket, we're both going to agree that we're obviously different." just as Picket was going to nod, Colas bumped him out of the way.
"Of course we're different, JetStream that's what research's for!" she said in an odd pace.
"Sorry about that-" Colos said as he turned to her, "-But this is basically my sister being cranky..." he smiled nervously.
"It's no big deal..." she got a look at the mare staring back at her, "-I'm sure we can both handle it..." Picket looked at JetStream with the look she was receiving, "... Anything wrong...?"
"It was a bit surprising to see you show up so early. I'm a bit curious why you are here..." his expression was not a bit suspicous, but more of a flat-out question.
"Oh! My apologies I forgot. Them back at home have told me that they are coming earlier due to weather, they said, unfortunately..."
"What!?" they exclaimed in unison, while the other three flipped out, JetStream was able to get the question out of him.
"When are they flying over now?!"
"Three to four days..." JetStream bit his lip.
"The weather precedure worked... excellent." JetStream felt a spark like shock go through his mind.
'The Aura's, they shifted suddenly.' his eyes went into a blaze once again as a fire like flame went around the egde of his eyes.
"JetStream?" Picket wondered with the sudden show JetStream unexpectedly. He felt it in front of him, a warmth, a warmth that stung. Surprisingly like Picket said. He looked closely as a blob a blue started to form in front of him just behind the walls.
'Hey...' he thought, "..." it then suddenly burst itself into a defense, "Hey! What are you doing eaves droping on us!?" the pony suddenly shifted and galloped down stairs. JetStream tightly closed his eyes and violently shook his head to get rid of the Auric sight, "Somepony was spying on us!" he stated as he galloped down the stairs. Twister, Colos, and Colas followed. Picket put her coat back on and treaded after them.
Part 2
It seems the door was shut when they got down, JetStream still galloping, carefully, down the stairs and he rammed the door open.
"...?" he looked around as soon as he got his balance back. The bright sun shone down on him as his confusion seemed to rise from the ground, "Where'd he go?" JetStream's right ear twitched with all their voices going on in the background, he turned around and noticed Colos tripped around the last step, causing Colas, and Picket to fall over him. JetStream snickered and trotted back, "Are you okay?"
"Actually, JetStream-" he was puzzled to hear that tone of voice as Picket picked her self back up, "-What were you doing chasing an innocent by-stander? You probably startled him." JetStream's eyes widened.
"What? No, he was not your passerby, he was there for a reason..." he took a deep breath and relaxed.
"And I must admit on the note. That actually was me... panicking..." he sort of flinched as he blinked.
"You? Acting like that, was you panicking...?" Picket questioned.
"It's a I-got-to-know-what-that-is responce. I sometimes can't help it." they both hear the promise gears turning again.
"Actually..." Colos looked up as he began to stand on his hooves.
"Where did he go?" Colas gasped.
"He vanished!" Picket walked up to JetStream, hoof on his shoulder.
"You can't win them all... trust somepony like me. I've tried again, and again." she smiled.
"No, he's still around I know it. I bet he wants to mess with us..."
"Don't mind to budge in-" Picket said with a raised eyebrow, "-But you might want to watch that paranoia..." JetStream sighed on the spot.
'Something about that word shakes me to my core...' Colos was still breathing heavily.
"All that adrenaline can take it out of you..."
"... What time is it?" JetStream asked Picket.
"Not much the keeper of times, but it could help to look at a clock..."
"Thanks." JetStream was unsure about his responce, and he looked around anyway, "I'll go to the library!" he galloped to the building with the only green roof, 'Three days left because of weather...' he paused to look at the sky, 'It seems to be okay here. Maybe it's just wacky over where Picket lives...' he looked back down, 'However it looks like...' JetStream knew to turn on the right up ahead, he knows enough to get around. But purposly straying off the path will get him lost. He turned right and took notice of the library ahead, and he started to gallop, "Still, that pony is suddenly being everywhere we go..." he said to himself in the rushing winds. He pushed the doors opened and went to a fast walk to the counter, but just as he was about to speak out, the pony behind the counter spoke up.
"Welcome to the Altamare Library, the time two-fivety-three in the afternoon. All the books shown on the shelves here are free to look at. But you must check them out in order to bring them back to your place of living." the pony stated.
"Uh..." JetStream mentally stutterd as he turned around, looking back at her with a hoof in the air as he was about to start galloping back.
"That's actually all I needed. Thanks!" he exclaimed as he went out the doors, the tiny bell rung once again as he exited, startling a couple ponies on his way out the door, "Okay, it's nearly three o'clock." he looked in-directly at the sun, towards the sky, "That's still a good amount of time..." while Twister and rest got their questions out of the way, JetStream appeared from the corner and made his way toward the Spire, "I figured the time..." there was a puase before Picket spoke up.
"Well?"
"It's nearly three, so that's out of the way."
'What could that pony possibly be doing, anyway? It's not like this for him to show up and not explain why.' Maybe that's what JetStream has picked up on. 'Somepony doesn't usually do something out of the ordinary and not tell the other why...' Picket thought as JetStream waved to his friends.
"I'm heading back home, there's something I have to take care of still." "See ya later" they'd say as they waved back, "Want to come along, Picket?" JetStream offered.
"I have the weather to look after, I have to make sure the movement is safe when they start and finish." she would shift her head down at an angle every now and then in understandment.
"Actually, Picket, what is it that they're moving?" JetStream stood up and looked behind him before he went off.
"They're just a bunch of batponies alike who want to move across Equestria safely. Some only go to see family that they haven't seen in a while."
"Sweet. But..." Picket stopped just as he continued.
"Why can't they just fly? On their own? Like the Pegasi do? I know there may be some fillies and colts. But, why does it seem you all have to be so cautious?" Picket sighed.
"For the sake of understandment, JetStream-" JetStream felt it wasn't as light as it was moments ago, he shivered as the cool winds lazily went by, "-We aren't really that trusted enough..."
JetStream noticed her wings sank a bit.
"Not trusted?" JetStream was puzzled.
"But, you're with me and my friends, right? How is that not trusting?"
"...Some time ago, during a different part of the world. We made a first impression during a wrong time. Since then we weren't really confirmed trust worthy." she turnd around, and talked without her head shifting.
"... We can meet up later, alright?"
"Of course." JetStream smiled. They both went there ways, and soon JetStream's smile dropped, 'I need to get the orb back to the top of the Spire, like Picket said before.' JetStream is practically reminded about the orb everytime he laid eyes on Picket, something about those batponies is so soothing. It feels so unerving, every second counts as night gets closer, every tapping hoof, every word a tongue makes. It's all a contribution to it all ending up to night, and when that all burns out it's daylight once again, only for it to loop at the thought.
And at the thought of starting here, you got to give something. JetStream huffed as he made it back home, yet only to think about the walk back to the top of the Spire. Too much thought that goes into this new and surprising night, werepony transformation, and just the thought of his shadow getting taller would scare him, but as of right now, he rolled his eyes in the thought of how far off it sounds. The front door to his opened in a calm manor. He walked straight to his room.
"Welcome back, buddy." Myriad said, JetStream just smiled.
"Thanks, I'm going to get the orb, I need to bring it to the Spire." he said, 'Whoa!' he jumped as he looked into his room. The orb was under his bed, and it was still noticable, as it pushed right in the middle, it seemed to have grown bigger since then, "I need to get it there now, I probably won't be able to..." he worried for the sake of it breaking his bed. He ducked under and tried to scoop the orb out under the bed. As he tried tugging on it, it didn't seem to budge, "Crud..." he then tried to push his bed up on the side closest to him, he sighed as he should've done this the first time, he then tried to roll it out of the way. And he uncontrolably let go of the bed from exhaustion. He fell backwards onto his back, and let his hooves rest for a couple of seconds, only to quickly get up and take another look at it. As JetStream went to his sitting-on-the-floor position, he was finally able to look at it, "It's as tall as me sitting down now..." which would be just below two feet. JetStream pushed his parents momentary worried aside as he began to push it with both his hooves now like some big box that was too heavy to carry, which JetStream still remembers when it could still fit in his hoof the last time he saw this weird and, mostly still, unexplained object he has ever encountered. Actually, he shook his head as he thought of it, the ring he wears will still be as mysterious as ever, but the orb atleast he'll know he will get answers. Only if the thing would budge through the door frames...
Part 3
JetStream was now in front of the house as he waved his Mom good-bye. The orb stood just below his chest when JetStream stood, "Without any regrets, I'm rolling this thing back..." he said quite confidently. It was a bit later in the day, the world JetStream saw was the slightest more yellow. He'd usually have to bend to the side to see what's ahead, up until the point JetStream could see the tower, he stopped doing so. When JetStream got to the door entrance of the tower, he ragdolled in exhaustion, causing him to slip off the orb and collapse facing skyward.
"... What are you doing?" Colos popped up from the bottom left corner of his eye. With as much will power has he had, he lifted his right hoof and started to shift around when neccesary.
"This is the orb right here. I had to roll it all the way back from there. But I still have to hope I can get it to the roof." Colos jumped.
"What!? How did you manage to get that through your house, the doorways aren't that big..." he exclaimed eye-balling how wide the orb was to himself. Colos paused before he spoke up
again, "Are you sure you can put it back up there?" Colos looked up to the roof, some for JetStream as his already skybound vision looked shifted to the left a bit.
"... I don't think I can..." he admitted.
"Right..." Colos responded. Suddenly this brisk cold air washed down from what it seemed to be behind Colos' legs, like a fan. JetStream looked behind him.
"Did you feel that? Where did that cold air come from?" JetStream finally getting up, yet as he did, a second shadow, darker than the whole Spire's shadow flowing over them, was connected with Colos, "... You... see that too?" he asked pointing toward the darker shadow.
"What?" his eyes opened wide when he realized.
"Whoa... I'd never seen a shadow do this..." the orb started a faint glow. Colos paused, while JetStream continued to look down at it.
"Could it be some sort of optical thing we can't see?" JetStream asked. Colos didn't respond. But instead he bent down.
"What... what if I touched it?" JetStream shrugged and rolled his eyes.
"Then you'd be touching a darkened part of the world I suppo-..." Colos was able to silence JetStream. Like pepper against soap, when Colos touched the darkened shadow that Colos seems to cast the area around it quickly retracted.
"What?" Colos curiously looked it over.
"Hel-!" Colos exclaimed as the shadow formed around him, to what looked like consumed him.
"Colos!" he thrusted his hooves onto the black orb.
"This is somthing I've never seen a shadow do..." Colos stated. JetStream had to take his hooves off soon, the black thickness what seemed to be an odd shadow was uncorfatably cool, he couldn't keep his hooves on it for long.
"... Anypony out there? JetStream!" Colos exclaimed. Yet on the other side of that, JetStream was deaf to whatever he had to say.
"Colos? ... Why hasn't he said anything?" he asked himself.
"It's really cold in here..." he started to take a quick look around, yet like a hamster in a plastic ball he was trapped. Ponies passing by started to stop and take a quick look around.
"Can you here me!?" JetStream exclaimed, trying to reach him from within the orb, "... Can't you here me?" soon after he closed his eyes, "If he can't get to me, then I'll get to him..." he said to himself. On a hightened level of Aura, JetStream called out to Colos through telepathy, "Colos! Can you here me!?" Colos was releived at the sound of his friends voice.
"I can now..." he said quietly, sighing in releif.
"It seems to sound makes it through, so I'm talking to you in other means..." JetStream paused, "Colos..." JetStream's Aura glowed as he went into Auric sight, he saw Colos' outline, and told him to turn counter-clockwise slowly until he told him to stop. When he said stop, they were facing eachother through the shadow wall, "I don't know what this will do.
But can you put your hooves on the wall in front of you?" JetStream asked.
"Sure... it seems like you're doing something." he pressed against the hollow orb. JetStream carefully put his hooves on the other side in the exact same place. And with everything else
that wasn't being used, he used practically everything to inflate his Aura, suddenly the ends on his hooves became really warm, as did the same for Colos. But times in, there was a hole formed where their hooves were pushed.
"What I thought's working!" Colos was able to hear again as he heard the same. When suddenly the cause of this shadow orb and his Aura have met, these purple particles suddenly oozed out from JetStream, "What?" the shadow orb suddenly dissapeared, fading rather slowly until it was completely gone. JetStream suddenly heard something from somwhere.
"So you are the one, my mistake..."
"Hey!" Colos exclaimed as he saw the some weird dark substance flying through the ground at a high pace, "Where ya going you big blob!?" Colos got back from what it recently did. JetStream watched the purple particles fade as his Aura faded.
'What is that stuff? Why does it look like it's part of my Aura as well?' he then opened his eyes, yet had to squint from outside becoming suddenly bright, it soon faded, but the night was coming soon once again. He knew he needed to get it up there somehow. Picket watched from a couple building away.
"It seems something I've avoided is not wanting to forget. I hope those boys are introduced the least. The less the better..." she said to herself, she'll never be more serious, other than watching her own.
"Are sure you can get it up there on your own?" Colos asked as he looked directly skyward his neck started to hurt.
"No. I need a Unicorn to help..." he turned to Colos, "...or atleast magic in general..." Colos tapped on the orb a bit.
"How come this thing is getting bigger?"
"I don't know, but it's an inconvienence..." Picket sighed.
"There will come a time where everypony who lives in Equestria will come to realize that the magic that saturates the land before them doesn't exactly come from their Unicorn horns..." JetStream sighed as he lazily pressed his head against the orb, his Aura and the orb glowed in unison. He noticed and swallowed.
"You know what..." he got back up. He gained his reckless-smile, "I bet we could." Colos' sudden wave of shock was all JetStream needed.
"... I must not tell a lie when I say the orb is it's own natural messager..."
"How in Equestria would you think you could pull that off?" he asked. That's when JetStream paused.
"You're right, that's crazy. But... I don't think it'll work if it's just me..." he put his right hoof on his chest.
"I think... Picket said something, about the orb compressing power inside itself...?" Picket smiled as she was hearing this a couple buildings distance away. Colos looked closely as JetStream's Aura sparked, "My Aura... yet not just mine-" he turned to Colos, "-could we... turn it into power? Like magic?" JetStream wondered.
"Is that possible?" Colos asked back towards JetStream.
"... Maybe... the slightest budge could work for now..." he put one hoof on the orb, as it started to make waves pulsating away from the hoof's contact. His sky blue Aura flared as he concentrated. When he closed his eyes, the orb finally shifted direclty upward a few inches, only to fall back down. His eyes instantly opened again.
"Whoa! It happened, it went up a bit!" Colos exlcaimed.
"I guess it is a possibility then..." he smiled. Picket couldn't help but to grin, it was sort of like the first encounter she had with the thing. A see-things-push-random-buttons kind of attitude. Next thing she saw was JetStream pushing Colos to try it on his own. Although it did budge, it did slightly less.
"Did it work?" Colos asked.
"Yeah, but it didn't seem to do as much as last time..."
"Wonder why..." JetStream paused before saying anything.
"Maybe because you're a Pegasus, and I'm more down to earth..." they both shrugged on it, and continued.
"I think we should get the others!"
"I'll get my sister!"
"I'll find Twister!" they both seperated.
'Like colts in a playground...' she thought.
"So what you're saying is, we need to come together. And lift the orb? Together?" Twister asked still tring to grasp the situation.
"Yes, of course." JetStream looked out of the corner of his eye behind him. Twister rolled his eyes. It felt like he was practically being pulled by a rope with no way of knowing what their destination was.
"Colos tried on himself and it worked as well!" JetStream jumped at the excitement, Twister shrugged.
"Okay... I'm assuming Colos is bringing Colas?"
"Of course. It wouldn't be full without her too." Twister pointed north-east.
"There's the Spire."
"Okay let's speed it up a bit." they went to a paced gallop, around this time there seems to be the most ponies about. After and before this time of the day ponies don't seem to appear as much as they did. Soon after they entered the plaza, "There they are." JetStream pointed. They all met up at the orb.
"So my brother told me that you two figured we should try and lift this together. Are we?" she may have paused, but she is still curious.
"Right. Even Colos budged it too." his sister gave her a look as Colos boasted a gesture. JetStream walked up closer, and put his right hoof on the orb.
"... I say we try this now..." JetStream suggested noticing how tall the shadows were getting.
"Right..." Colos replied as he did the same, Colos following after him on his right. Twister walked up on JetStream's left.
"Where are we going to take this?" continously letting no eye contact letting go from the orb, as if a stare down from his own reflection, he said.
"To the top of the Spire, the roof. Where it was originally before I nocked it down..." Everypony out of these four would see this never ending white soft waves coming from their hooves.
Twister smiled, then turned to put his hoof on it as well. After watching the other two, Twister and Colas shut their eyes too.
"What do we do now?" they asked.
"..." JetStream had to think for a moment, "Imagine yourself trying to push something, but don't psyhically push it. Focuss on your hoof touching the orb..." and then the orb suddenly glowed, and shined right in front of them, "Keep your eyes closed..." JetStream warned, "Act like you have a grip..." the orb slightly went off the ground, and is now floating slightly above,
"Now lift!" the 82 lb orb was lifted by four hooves of four ponies, "Open your eyes, I need you Colos and Colas to now try to lift it by flying. They all opened their eyes, Twister went under and started pushing upward, and Colos and Colas got their best grip they could muster and thrusted their wings aimed for the sky.
"What ab-about you!?"
"Don't worry!" JetStream was suddenly closing his eyes again, 'I want that same feeling again... Corolla, my Mom. She using telekenisis...' it all suddenly flashed in his eyes as his Aura surrounding his body was sucked to the top of his forehead in the shape of a unicorn horn, 'There it is!' JetStream knows this false magic isn't strong enough yet, that's why he decided to position himself under the object and help his friends with lifting this thing.
"JetStream, you're-!?" Twister slipped a bit, in shock. He opened one eye and looked directly at him, in the bent-hoof-in-the-air-and-horn-pointed-backwards.
"Please don't lose your muster!" he begged. Twister we configured and got to a more anchored stance.
"I can't take it! You two up there, I'm going to force it upwards all in one push!" he pushed upward with it resulting in climing much faster then they yeilded, Colos and Colas ended up lying on the orb from the sudden gravity change, and with the bit of force from JetStream false magic. Colos and Colas quickly regained control and pushed it to the side of the roof.
"What if this falls!?" Colas exclaimed, she didn't hear an answer, but.
"Then we'd have to try again..." JetStream remarked. Colos and Colas pushed it towards the Spire, now all they have to hope for is that awful sound. Suddenly there was a dull tink sound,
Colos and Colas were speechless at what they saw.
"... It, it made it!" Colos waved, Twister ,and JetStream sighed and high-hoofed. Picket sighed in releif as well. Despie the dibree that fell on them afterward, everything went well there.
JetStream frowned as he looked at the setting sun, those times where you'd know you wouldn't completely relax... it's one of those times. He suddenly held a confident smile.
It helps either way...