About a (human) year passed without much happening. Well, minus the fact that the "cave dream" has been getting even more into focus and clear. The fillys took their first steps and said their first words. Dawn's first word was magic, Pyro's was fire, and Sparx's was "deoxyribo" followed by "nucleic" and "acid" (DNA). By now, the fillys were talking in full sentences. They are going to start school soon, joining Thunder, and all the other fillys their age.
One night, while I was putting the fillys to bed, I was about to turn out the light when Sparx said, frightened, "no! please don't turn off the light."
"Why not? You know you can create your own. You do realize that, don't you Sparx?" came the voice of Dawn from the next room.
"Well," Sparx said, "I've been having these dreams. I keep hearing the words: 'the darkness is coming' and that its coming for me."
I saw he was abot to cry, so I did what I did in the dream and stroked his mane and said "shhh" soothingly. He calmed down almost right away, "they're just bad dreams, Sparx. It'll be okay," there was snoring from the other side of the room. Pyro was already fast asleep, "okay, I guess I'll leave the light on for tonight."
"Thanks Daddy."
"Your welcome, Sparx. Goodnight, I love you."
"I love you too," he said as he yawned and closed his eyes.
I poked my head into Dawn's room to say goodnight, but she got to me before I could say anything.
"He isn't lying Daddy," she said, "It's coming to get him."
It wasn't what she said that scared me, it was how she said it. It wasn't her voice that said it. And what happened next scared me further: her head jerked upwards and her eyes went completly red. her usual pure whight eyes (minus the pupil) were now red as blood. When she opened her mouth to speak, an extreamly deep voice came out.
"We are coming for Golden Sparx. We shall take him, eliminate him," a deep, evil voice said that resonated from her throat, "do not attempt to protect him. For we already have him."
Suddenly there was a loud thump from Sparx and Pyro's room. As I ran into the room, I could hear the voice laughing maniacally. I heard screaming from inside the room. Both from Sparx and Pyro, who were obviously scared shitless.
"DAD!" Sparx screamed, "DAD, HELP ME!"
Morning, who had been waiting in the living room (tonight was goinig to be the equivalant of the human bowling night), came running in. I grabbed Sparx's outstreached hoof and morning grabbed around my waist and started flapping his powerful wings, it wasn't enough though. Pyro floated by our heads, covered in Twilight's purple magic aura (or whatever you want to call it). My eyes (and head) followed him to behind us. Morning was looking that way too. Twilight, Scootaloo, Pyro, Dawn and Thunder were all out there crying our names.
"I'm sorry, Scoots," Morning said. I looked at Twilight and said the same, "I love you. I promise we wi--"
I never got to finish my sentance. There was a strong tug on Sparx's hooves (submerged in the darkness trying to pull him down) and a loud pop in his leg. If Morning was to flap any harder, his leg would tear completely off. I took one last look at my family as I got pulled into the darkness with Sparx and Morning. I couldn't see anything. It was darker than darker than dark. I guess I was falling, because I hit my head on somthing and I guess I passed out.
When I regained conciousness, I couldn't see anything. Well unless you count complete and utter nothingness and pitch-blackness as somthing, then I did see something. I sat there for a while, letting my eyes adjust to the darkness. After a while, I eventually saw a faint golden light a few feet away. I stumbled over to it stubbing my hoof on a few rocks that were actually pretty sharp, like knives in a way. When I got to the light, I saw that it was Sparx and Morning (who sometimes gave off a faint light of his own (he seems to generate electricity when his heart rate increases)). Things didn't look too good. Then again, we could barely see anything. Morning noticed me walking up behind them, but didn't make any motions to turn around. He just stayed focused on Sparx, just like he did the day Thunder broke one of his wings falling out of his bedroom window.
"It's dislocated. Just be thankful I didn't flap any harder than I did, otherwise his leg would have come clean off," Morning said grimly, "but I, on the other hand am fine. You?"
"Let's see," I began, "We are in some unknown dark cave thing. Not like the 'cave dream' but in a different way, Sparx's leg is dilocated. And we're talkning about the Sparx who can barely withstand a paper cut. I've definately been better."
"You know he is awake, right?"
I just stood there, stareing blankly at Sparx. Whom I thought was passed out. He had no tears in his eyes, so I geuss he was in too much pain to really understand what I said. That or he understood that I was under a lot of stress. I was about to apoligize when he said, "It's all right Daddy, I know I'm weak. But I can get stronger. And I will get stronger than the one who took us here."
"Okay, Sparx. This will hurt, but we can't stay here," I said and held his dislocated arm as Morning leld his shoulder. Sparx nodded and I moved his leg back into the socket with a small pop! He got right up and jumped around happily. Wow, he recovered quicker than I thought he would. That makes things much easier, I thought.
"Hello, Dusk Cloud," said the same deep, evil voice that had come from Dawn's mouth, "Never thought I'd see you again."