//------------------------------// // Chapter 5: Preparing // Story: My Little Pony: Darksiders // by colorbrush94 //------------------------------// “colorbrush94” presents: -------------------------------- My Little Pony: Darksiders --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 5: Preparing At the far end of the countryside, where the golden oceans of grain lay; Blackmoore was busy packing for the trip in his old cottage. He really didn't need much, the only real things he needed were a notebook and quill, but he wanted to take a few other things along with him. One of his favorite books, "History of Darksiders" By Drake Thorntail, while he may be an arrogant Darksider, he was also a frequent reader, and loved a bit of history reading. A "Black Emerald" which was his good luck charm, he had come across it during an exploration in the Soulless Caves nearby Nightingale, it was small and sharp, but was very smooth and always seemed to give Blackmoore some good luck from time to time, whenever he carried it around. Lastly was a jar of the countries world renown "Sweet n' Sour Black Cherry Jam", which was the best jam in all of Shadowedge, a tasty treat for Blackmoore's food. Blackmoore was beginning to get impatient, even though he had been told only yesterday about his mission to Equestria, he was antsy to get it over with, and move on in his life, forever rid of Equestria from his mind. He walked outside to the bright new morning, the sun shone slightly through the thick cloud that laid overhead, only thick gleaming rays seeped through. Blackmoore was not really a morning person, so he never enjoyed the mornings, he thought mornings were not something really special, he just thought of them like any part of the day, normal. Today was no exception, he wasn't feeling at all jolly good. Just then, Two royal guards of the Nightingale army appeared on the road, wearing the same sleek armor all the guards wear, sharp, bulky, and shiny. "Blackmoore?" One of them said as they approached him. "Yes." "The Council has requested your presence." Blackmoore grabbed hold of his bag, "Well it's about time!" The tall gates of Nightingale creaked opened as Blackmoore entered the white city, still uncertain of his own fate in the matter, what would become of him during his stay in Equestria, he wasn't really sure what to make of it, only that he wanted to do it now, and be rid of it. He walked along the streets, halfway across the city until he finally reached his destination, the Meeting Hall. The opened the thick doors to find the council members waited for him, Dark Heart, Umbra, and many others, but at the center, Blackmoore caught eye of whom he hated the most; Overture! "Welcome Blackmoore, it's good to see you..." "Don't give me that stupid phrase Overture, I came to help for my own benefits, not for you or your royal clowns." "How dare you speak to him like that!" Umbra back lashed. "Enough Umbra," Overture interrupted. "But sir...." "Trust me, I know Blackmoore, all he can do is shout insults at me." Blackmoore eyed him with hatred in his own eyes. "Now Blackmoore, I'm sure you are aware of our current state of things." "Yes." "And Dark Heart has informed you of your task...." "Yes, yes I know, can we just get on with it!!!" Umbra was starting to get annoyed. "You should feel ashamed Blackmoore, you have become nothing but a shadow of your former self," Blackmoore shot an angry glance at Umbra. "Why don't you butt out, my life is my own!" "But it's true, your nothing like we hoped you would become, your not even like your own father..." "Don't talk about my father in front of me, my father was weak!" "You don't even respect him after death!" "There was never anything to respect him for!" "How dare you!" "That's enough, both of you, I will not have fighting in my halls!" Overture said sternly. Blackmoore and Umbra stopped and backed away from each other, Blackmoore however, was still angry by Umbra's outburst. "Need I remind you that were here for a mission of peace!" "No sir," Umbra said. "No," Blackmoore said annoyingly. "And you Blackmoore, why must I keep arguing that your father was a great Darksider, why can't you see that?" "He was always a softy, I never learned anything noteworthy and was always held back by him!" "Violence was never the answer for everything, he was trying to show you a much clearer path." "Yeah, and how well did that work out for him?" Overture paused, he was speechless on how Blackmoore was treating his own father, the one Darksider who looked after him all the years he lived, he simply could not stand to hear him rant about him like that. "This conversation is over Blackmoore, I won't hear anymore of it, not in my halls, or my city, understood!" He said sternly. "Fine." "And you will listen to what I have to say, alright!" "Whatever you say, "sir"." The halls were filled with whispers at the moment, all of them about Blackmoore, and his inability to change who he was on the inside, they found it hard to believe that he was going to help bring Shadowedge and Equestria back together. Overture started to pace across the floor, "Alright then, since you are already aware of our plan, I assume you are ready for your journey." Blackmoore looked at his bag, "As ready as I'll ever be, which is not saying much," Blackmoore insinuated, "So how will I get there, by carriage, by dragon?" "Not exactly, follow me," He gestured Blackmoore. Blackmoore was led to a room he has never seen before, along with Dark Heart and Umbra. It was a very empty room, with nothing but shadows surrounding it, and only a faint glow illuminating from small windows. In the center of the room, there was a strange machine, almost like a giant gateway, with various rings in the center, floating very slowly in the air. "What?" Blackmoore was stunned, "What in the world is that thing." Overture walked up to the strange device, "Back when we had a strong relationship with Equestria, this device was used to transport Darksiders into the country for certain occasions." "It's a teleporter!?" Blackmoore said stunned. "Exactly, and when the time of war had come along, we shut down the machine, since we wanted nothing more to do with Equestria." "But now we feel it is the perfect time to use it once again," Dark Heart said. Blackmoore looked at the machine suspiciously. "Is this thing even safe?" He asked. "Absolutely," Overture said, "This machine is guarantied to get you to Equestria." "And what about getting back?" Overture paused at that sentence. "Well.... this teleporter can't bring you back." He stuttered. "WHAT!!!" "It wasn't designed for that." "Then how in Tartarus am I supposed to get back!" "Usually the powerful unicorns in Equestria would send them back to Shadowedge with a spell." "What, I wouldn't dare let them use their magic on me!" "Well how do expect to get back, by walking!" Blackmoore simply sneered. "Please Blackmoore, we need you to do this, we need your help to bring us back together with Equestria. Shadowedge has changed, we are much kinder then we once were, and we need you to show them that." Blackmoore continued to look away. "I know that you know we're sending you on this mission mostly for the fact that we hope this will change who you are on the inside, but don't let your anger get the best of you, show them that you mean them no harm, and help them to understand. And most importantly, be truthful about what you observe in Equestria, we want to know if they have changed as well. Do you understand?" Blackmoore stopped arguing at that thought, he knew he couldn't really walk back home. "Sigh.... fine," "Good, now let's fire this thing up." Umbra pulled the switch back, the machine started buzzing, the gate started to illuminate, and the rings in the center started to spin. They spun faster and faster, until they formed into a bright light, and static started popping and crackling from the gate. "Alright Blackmoore, step lively into the light and you will be transported into Equestria!" "Good luck." Dark Heart said. "I don't need your luck, I've got all that I need." he rebutted. Blackmoore stepped closer to the teleporter. "Remember Blackmoore!" Overture shouted over the teleporter, "Be wary of your anger, do your absolute best!" "Sure, whatever!" Blackmoore finally got close enough to the light to touch it, suddenly at that instant, a large flash illuminated the room, and in a split second, Blackmoore has disappeared, with a small strand of smoke trailing from the ground where we stood. "Do you think it work?" Dark Heart asked. "I assure you Dark Heart, it never once failed me, and it will not fail me now...." In a sudden flash, Blackmoore fell from the emptiness he experienced only from a second. And was jolted to the ground onto his bottom. Blackmoore's eyes felt slightly dizzy and blurry, but they soon regained focus, got up and look around. There was no darkness, only light, beating down on him like a powerful force, slightly weakening him. He looked up and hissed at the dreadful sun, which was the cause of all the light. Then he saw fields of lush green, flowers, and pure clean rivers, and birds chirping in the sky. There was no doubt about it, he was in the place he despised the most, the place that made him rage with the heat equivalent of the sun itself. The land of the ponies. Equestria.