//------------------------------// // "Arc2: The scaled dangers" Ch5 Celestial Bearings // Story: The String of Fate // by Omior Falroc //------------------------------// Within the royal throne room, Celestia stared out at the hole which was being repaired speedily by a pony construction crew. Her sister Luna walked calmly up behind her and stood by her side. “Dearest sister, it has been four days and the guards still find nothing. Why do you continue this search?” Celestia was silent for but a moment before she closed her eyes and spoke. “There is more to this story than I think is being shown, and regardless of if there is actually more to this story, I did give him my word. I must uphold it as a member of royalty.” Luna bit back her lower lip as she muttered, “Yes sister,” she perked up as Celestia nuzzled her, “I know you’re worried sister, but have faith in my judgment. He will make knowledge of his presence should he be fine.” ______________________________________________________________________________ “You have got to be kidding me.....” To put it simply, Omior was covered head to toe in mud and leaves. Vigil had led them to a mud hole by mistake where the two had fallen in. Now both were covered in mud, foliage, and something Omior didn’t want to think about. As they stumbled through the foliage yet again, the warrior spoke up. “So what is the name of this village you reside in?” Vigil stopped and played with the dirt a little bit. “Weeelll... for the time being, I ‘live’ in Ponyville, but I go back and forth between there and Canterlot.” Omior hesitantly accepted this information and did not question him further on it. “Understandable.” They reached the edge of the forest and it led off into a path. “From here we can get to ponyville, but not before we cross the everfree forest.” Vigil managed to say before a last branch hit him on the snout. Ouch!.” He yelped, rearing upwards before losing his balance and falling onto his back. He rubbed his ‘boo boo’ as Omior smirked slightly before returning to his original look. “We should probably get moving again if we’re to make it back before nightfall.” “Yes, of course.” Omior said as he helped Vigil to his hooves. The walk was rather uneventful and quiet amongst the two. They silently questioned what the future held for them as they stepped on, ever in search of the town of Ponyville. The walk went on for miles, and just before the sun reached the horizon, the city came into view under the sun on its decent downwards. Vigil yawned into his hoof as his eyes drooped a small amount. Omior too was tired, but he was far less noticeably tired, he looked at best weary or out of breath even. Omior’s thoughts moved from the subject of the future, and to the subject of the past. ‘Without me, how will Ahingor fair? What of all of them?’ Omior sighed. He continued the trudge alongside Vigil keeping himself out of thoughts of what if’s and would happens, he needed to focus on what will happen. They managed to reach the outskirts of Ponyville just as the moon rose to its highest peak. Vigil led the warrior along the empty dirt road through the town. The town seemed to be entirely made of thatched roofing. Homes. A strange sight for the warrior. ‘Why would they have such inefficient living arrangements. They would certainly not survive even a light rain.’ Shortly, they passed a house made of some kind of confectionary. ‘A pastry tavern? Odd how one would dedicate such a thing to sweets.’ After that, it was nothing but thatched house after thatched house until they got to one small one in specific. The only one story house. Vigil practically shoved open the door in his tired daze and mumbled towards Omior. “Hrgn... you can sleep on the couch or something. Goodnight,” He paused as he tried to think of what he wanted to say. “We deal with whatever we have to tomorrow okay? Okay.” Then he walked towards a room and pushed it open, nearly slamming it as he went to his bed. The warrior looked around. He noted how a kitchen of sorts was connected to the room they had entered. The room they entered had a simple couch and a table, along with a few cupboards here and there, that was it. Sighing, Omior got comfortable on the couch, allowing sleep to encapsulate him. ______________________________________________________________________________ The soft cooing of birds moving throughout the brisk morning air gradually awoke Vigil as he sat up from where he had collapsed on his bed. At first, the events of yesterday was fogged in the pony’s mind. It stayed veiled as he attempted to recall it, but he soon realized how fruitless it was in his drowsy state. He dragged himself off the bed and groaned as he moved his sluggish feet towards his half closed door. He opened the door and his eyes shot open as the memories of the events that had transpired yesterday came to light. As he peered into the living room, he saw the warrior samurai meditating, calmly sitting with his legs crossed, arms to each side. A tiny jaybird had gotten in through an open window and lazily preened itself upon his shoulder. Once it took notice of Vigil, it tweeted once before flying back out the open window. Vigil grunted in grogginess as he tried to speak. “So, I see you’re up.” “Indeed I am. Long weeks of training help with early rising.” Omior got up from where he was meditating and looked to Vigil with a smile. “Time to start the day, I suppose. So what is the first task today?” “Well, I’d think you might wish to stay here while I get things done, if you don’t mind that is. The townsfolk can get a bit...” Vigil paused as he looked for the appropriate word in his mind, “crazy and irrational. I’ll talk with the mayor and have her converse with the elements of harmony.” “The what?” Omior asked curiously, whoever these elements of harmony are would have to be crazy to be called that. “The elements of harmony, dumb name I know but they’ve saved all of Equestria more than once.” Vigil started to say as he walked towards the door. “Explain to me before you leave at least a brief explanation of these individuals.” Omior requested as he walked with Vigil outside. “Well there are six of them. The elements are: Honesty, Laughter, Kindness, Generosity, Loyalty, and Magic. The po-” A loud gasp from Vigil’s right took him off guard and his head shot towards the noise to find a certain pink blur zoom off towards the market yelling out some kind of babble or another. He looked around and noticed that they were out in the open, standing just outside the door. “Damn it,” Vigil sighed as he looked at the dust disperse from shooting up into the air in the pink party’s destructive blind panicked path. “What?” Omior asked in confusion as he watched the dust break apart as well.