Chapter 1
It was early morning in the land of Equestria. The Sun was baving the land in it's warm embrace, the wind tickling the fields and tree tops, morning dew glittering against it's brilliant rays. Clouds dotted the sky in their minority, lazily drifting over the barren plains at the foot of a Mountain.
Suddenly a light as bright as a star in the dead of night appeared up in the sky. It shined and twinkled for but a moment before a pillar of light touched the ground. Within the area of the pillar, Flowers began to sprout to life on the desolate rock beneath, coming into full bloom in a matter of seconds. Strangely, all the flowers, though of clearly different breeds, all adorned the colour of white. The display lasted for sometime till a ball of light, traveling along the pillar, slowly descend to the ground. As the ball made contact, it began to take shape. Losing its glow, a figure began to appear from with in. When at last the ball of light had faded, the figure was gently deposited to the ground, the pillar of light extracting itself and ascending back to the sky, the figure laying on the blanket of white flowers.
It began to open its eyes, lifting it's self off the ground and onto it's hind legs. Attempting to awaken its body, it began a series of stretches, from its arms, to its legs, making a series of popping noises as it did so. The being was quiet a peculiar sight. Its head adorned a long brown coloured mane that reached down to its upper back, with a bit of braiding coming from what looked to be its ears, meeting at the back of its head before flowing down it's back. Besides it's mane, there was no other source of fur or hair of any other part of its body. It didn't seem to have any kind of snout and was wearing some kind of fabric that shined in the glow of the sun. Fabric covered it's chest, shoulders, waist and upper legs, leaving the arms, head and lower legs exposed. Some kind of golden thread as thick as rope was tied around it's waist and large metal like buttons hung on either side of his chest. From it's back came a pair of large white wings, it's length slightly smaller than the figure. It extended them out flapping them a few times before retracting back in place. Finally it's eyes were a deep ocean blue.
From a point a ways off to where this thing had descended, peering around the corner of a rock formation stood Spike, a small pudgy dragon covered in purple scales and green spines along his back. He watched with great curiosity as a brilliant pillar of light touched the ground, growing flowers and then the arrival of this strange creature that he had never seen, or for that matter ever heard of. It had now folded it's arms and began looking around before speaking.
"________________________," What ever it had said, it was completely lost on the baby dragon, none of it made sense.
"What the hay", he mumbled to himself. The beings wings twitched ever so slightly and it began turning around in the direction he was standing. Quickly Spiked ducked back into cover, hoping he hadn't been seen. He sat there waiting, wondering if the being had turned away or was making it's way towards him. Slowing he peaked around the corner again, only to find the being now seated in the flower bed and it's legs crossed. Worse of all, the thing was looking directly at him. Spike continued to stare, anxiety taken a hold of his small form freezing him to his spot. After some time, the being lifted one of it's arms and appeared to have gestured for him to come forward, before placing it back in it's lap.
Spike remained where he stood, still unable to move, waiting to see if it would get up and give chase, his claws and feet shivering from his fear. Then the being spoke again.
"_______________,__________________________," Again the contents of which was spoken was lost on the dragon, but it was strange, it spoke as one would speak to a frightened child. Calming down, Spike began to walk away from his cover, wondering now that he could be seen if this would stir the creature. Instead it smiled, one that you see from somepony you had just given a gift they were looking forward to. Feeling safer he began to approach the being. He came within 6ft of the entity before stopping. As he did, the being spoke again.
"_________________"
"Erm... Hello," Spike said waving his hand. The creature bore the look of confusion, looking back and forth from his hand and the dragon.
"Heh-low..." It repeated, mimicking the same hand gesture Spike had done before. Perking in up, Spike had a small smile come to his face as it finally spoke some sense.
"Hi, my names Spike," he emphasized pointing his thumb to his chest, "What's yours?"
"Sssike?"
"No, 'Spike', with a P," He put emphasis on the 'per' sound in his name.
"..S-pike."
"Yea you got it, now what’s yours," Spike asked as he pointed his claws back to the being. It seemed to catch on to what the dragon was implying and it smiled.
"______"
"Ka..Ul...Meh? Sorry, can you speak equestrian please?"
The being shook his head before repeating itself.
"I'm sorry, but I don't understand what your saying," Spike said shrugging at the being. The creature then lifted an arm, stroking one of its fleshy claws under his chin in what looked like contemplation.
"__________?" What ever it was it said, it sounded like a question.
"I still don't know what you’re saying," Spike said again while shrugging. They sat in silence, the being now casting his gaze along the floor while still stroking his chin. After a few minutes the creature looked back at spike for a moment or so before placing one of it palms on it head and another out in front of him, closing his eyes. It seemed to be straining itself for a moment, it's breath held. Soon it stopped straining and begun to relax. As it opened its eyes something struck Spike as something different. It's eyes were no longer that deep blue colour that it had before. Instead they were the colour gold would get when in direct sunlight. It stretched out its claw towards Spike, ushering him to come closer. He hesitated for a moment before walking closer, a sense of serenity flowing from the creature. As he got close enough the being place his palm on top of Spike's head. It smiled at him before closing his eyes. Great warmth flowed from the point of contact through out his head, to his claws and feet. The sensation didn't last long before the being withdrew its hand, it's eyes open and back to it's usual colour, its smile still present of it's face.
"What did you... What was that?"
"I'm sorry, I've never heard your language before and I... sampled it from your mind."
"Huh," It spoke, before it was speaking a totally different language, but now it was speaking as clearly as any of the other residence in Equestria.
"And to answer your question, my name is Raguel, nice to meet you Spike."
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"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you," Raguel said as he looked to a distance figure hiding behind some rocks. It seemed to relax at the soften tone the angel used and shuffled away from his hiding place. A dragon? I haven't seen one in so long since they disappeared from midguard, such fascinating creatures. This brought a smile to his face, such a remarkable species dragons were. His happiness seemed to relax the little dragon as it began to walk towards him. Stopping a little ways from where he sat, he scratched his claws on the back side of his arm. The Dragon seemed to be male, and quite young at that, no more than 12 cycles old. When it seemed it wouldn't speak, Raguel decided to take the Initiative.
"What's your name?"
"___,_____," The little dragon spoke quietly while waving his hand. Was that his name? Doing his best, the angel tried to mimick the dragons gesture.
"Kem-pa," He said while waving his hand as well. He stopped waving and was about to bring it to his chest when the little dragon spoke up, looking a lot more comfortable around the angel.
"__,______________," it said bringing a thumb to his chest,"________?"
Perhaps I got it wrong? Maybe i just greeted him, i better make sure. Raguel pick out the word that was spoken while the dragon had pointed to himself.
"Ffffolm"
The dragon seemed a little irritated, saying his name again putting more pronunciation on the word. Re-doubling his efforts the angel tried again.
"Fffolme"
"____________," he seemed a lot happier and was now gesturing towards Raguel. My name , he wants to know my name.
"Raguel"
"Caaat-jewel? __________"
"Raguel," how could anyone get Cat Jewel from Raguel, and what was that he said afterwards? The little dragon shook his head and shrugged, "__________________"
Odd, He's said something similar before... maybe he doesn't understand me...
Raguel brought a hand to his head and began to think of his predicament. He couldn't understand their language, no idea of their customs or rules. He probably wouldn't understand their literature either unless he spent and extensive amount of time on it. If only he could make quick progress. Wait, maybe I can still do it, he thought. Quickly he placed a hand on to his head and began to concentrate. Before this would take no effort what so ever, but now it felt it had to pushed and pulled out of him. Soon the throbbing in his head began to fade when a familiar flow of energy, rushing from his temple, enveloping his face and muscles. It had worked, his power flowed freely through out his body and mind, energizing him with every breath he took. He looked to the dragon,"Please, come here," he said gesturing the little dragon closer. When he came within reach, Raguel placed a hand on his head and was hit with a crash course of Equestria 101.
Greetings, goodbyes, pleasantries, all manner of communication from speaking to writing that the little dragon had ever learnt came rushing up the angels arms and feeling his head with knowledge. Soon the mind ran dry of information and the angel took away his hand.
"What did you... what was that?"
Excellent, I understand him perfectly, "I'm sorry, I've never heard your language before so I... sampled it from your mind"
"Huh?" The dragon seemed surprised, perhaps it wasn't used to such a practiced form of magic. Now filled with the knowledge of the language the angel knew it had tried to pronounce his name in his language, before saying he had no idea what the angel was talking about. He thought best to re-introduce himself.
"And to answer your question, my name is Raguel, nice to meet you Spike," Raguel said as he got to his feet, dusting off stray petals and leaves that rested on his robes. As he continued his ritual tidying up he could help but notice Spike looking him over with a perplexed look.
"What is it?"
The little dragon continued to inspect the angel, mostly around his torso and wings, before looking up at him, "So what are you?"
What was he? He was a Guardian of life, protector of mortals and the rebeller of the Chaotic legion. Had he never heard of his kind before. Had this land never heard of angels before, had we never fought for their freedom and safety. Contemplating these thoughts, the angel hadn't realized that he hadn't spoken in some time, Spike now raising his eyebrow at the on going silence.
"Hey, you OK?"
Breaking his concentration the angel looked back down at the little dragon, an embarrassed look on his face, "Oh sorry Spike, I guess I was in a world of my own for a moment."
"All-right... so what are you anyway?"
Would it be alright if he knew? I may have been banished here, but he did teach me the language of the land, Raguel thought. Deciding it was safe, the angel saw no reason to lie about himself.
"My kind go by the name of Angels in your tongue."
"Wow, where do you come from?"
OK, maybe some lying had to be done, who knows how Spike would react if he was told he was some kind of immortal who watched over mortal realms keeping them safe from the hordes of Chaos.
"We come from the sky."
"What like a pegais?"
Smooth raguel, you sample a mind and forget to look into other areas besides how to talk. Regretting what he said he tried to keep up the facade.
"Not quite, we live very high up in the sky, far beyond the reach of other species," Raguel said, hoping the little dragon would buy it. It wasn't too far from the truth, but he couldn't let on he was completely off world. Thankfully Spike did, nodding his head, "Wow, so cool," turning his head to the sky, probably hoping to see another angel in the distance.
While Spike was preoccupied with his sky gazing, Raguel began to think about his situation. Being banished from the order meant he was no longer a true protector, that as far back as he could remember he had been a part of it. But now, cast out by his brothers and sisters, meant he was not bound by the creed, more so than ever if this plane hadn't been touched by his kind or chaos. Perhaps in this world, Raguel could be... normal. Unlike the other angels, he had been a part of the order his whole life. Here he could have a fresh start. He turned back to Spike, whom still was gazing at the sky.
Before the angel could ask about the nearest town, a new sound generated from his gut. The sound was similar to that of a growling wolf, rumbling gently within his torso. Perplex, Raguel rubbed his stomach, unaware Spike's attention had dawned on him.
"You hungry?"
"Is that what that sound justifies?"
"Well yea... unless its sort of a quessy filling, is it?"
The angel looked back to his gut, his hand still rubbing it. Feeling nothing else he chuckled, "I think I'm hungry."
"So what do you eat," happily ask Spike.
Raguel wasn't sure, normally the sanctum's life force fueled the angels with power and energy, though they could ingest food and drink, they never needed to eat anything other than perhaps honey dew when they were recovering from battle.
"What's there to eat?"
"You like Gems?"
"No," the angel deadpanned. He may have never needed to eat but he was quite sure even with the energy of the sanctum flowing through him he'd struggle to eat a gem.
"What about hay and oats?"
"Is there anything else?"
"Well there's cupcakes, bread, brownies, carrots.. erm," Spike could see that the angel wasn't looking rather enticed by any of the things he'd suggested, but he kept trying regardless, "Muffins, apples..."
The last one got Raguel's attention, "Apples?"
"Do you like apples?"
How could he not think of this before, Jophiel had always gone on and on about the creators fruit ever sense they met. This could be the opportunity of a life time to try this fruit first hand, and see what all the fuss was about.
"Sure, are there any near by?"
"Sweet apple acres has some, it's a bit of a walk, but it shouldn't take too long."
"Wonderful, could you take me there?"
"Sure," He cheerfully spoke before turning around and heading in the opposite direction. The angel followed closely behind the little dragon thanking him before taking one last look around. The flower bed had begun to fade from the absence of his presence and the day was still young. As they passed Spike's hiding spot, Raguel couldn't help but notice a small pile of gems ranging from different colours. Realizing he had begun to full behind, he broke into a brief jog up to the little dragon's side before continuing down the path into a forest.
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"What a strange creature this angel is."
"My Lord?"
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"Fear not Rylarth, I'm a just curious to this little discovery"
"But what of the ambassador?"
"Inform him that something has taken my attention, I will be with him shortly"
"Yes my Lord"
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"So Kaulme, share with me who you are"