//------------------------------// // Prologue: One Week Later (Edited) // Story: The Sacred Elements // by Wind Typhoon //------------------------------// Sunset strolled to the cafeteria for lunch. However she heard thumping footsteps gravitating nearer. She twisted her gaze, perceiving Trixie sprinting toward her. “Hey, how’s it going?” Trixie spoke. “Not bad. What about you?” “Pretty good…!” It stood as a week time since Trixie arrived by Sunset’s house and since then, they’ve developed into decent friends. As the two of them sauntered by Celestia’s office, they couldn’t aid but to catch two voices from the room, one familiar and one diverse. “Are you sure about this?” Celestia’s voice popped. “Affirmative,” the other voice reported as they consistently passed the office. “What is all that about?” Trixie observed perplexed. “I don’t know, but I have a strange feeling,” Sunset spoke with a tone of distress as she reminisced about the Dazzlings. As they relocated into the cafeteria with garrulously spoken articles, they acquired their lunches. However as the two stood there, they noted a presence. The two of them acquired a close observation toward the Dazzlings that stood in a corner, perceiving quite depressed. Their head glanced at each other and they affirmatively nodded. Their irrational idiosyncrasy inquired them to sit with them, and thus they motioned closer. Adagio instantly noted the two’s presence and their moral influence, and thus her face acquired a joyful smile. “Hello, Dazzlings,” Sunset spoke with a non-offensive tone as they approached the Dazzlings somewhat with alacrity. “Why are you here?” Adagio questioned although she did comprehend their inconvenient mean. “We saw you sitting alone here, and we wondered if we could sit with you?” Trixie—the master of subterfuge—spoke with a tone of delight. “Sure, go right ahead!” However as the two girls seated down, it seemed as if the environment were inspirational, however it seemed as if a commotion occurred. “So, I don’t believe we’ve ever heard your names.” “Oh, I’m Adagio Dazzle; these are Aria Blaze and Sonata Dusk.” “Nice to meet you all!” Sunset cheered. As the lunch progressed, it seemed as if the few had established into friends. They seem to agree upon one thing, they did acquire laughter or so. Whatever their observation may be, we can all agree on one thing, being rational. It stood obvious as the few developed into friends, and that may be their recollection forever. Afterward as the lunch concluded, Celestia alongside by Luna provided Wind toward a statue where apparently stood a portal. “So this is where the portal is located?” Wind questioned as his gaze remained glued toward the lifeless and mercilessly built figurine. “I know it seems hard to believe, but yes, it is.” “Mind if I touch it?” Wind asked. “Not a slight touch would affect anything, I guess.” “Mom, I don’t think that an inactive portal will harm me.” Wind’s motion relocated eagerly toward the figurine, acquiring a solid chill on his back. As his hand came close to the portal, his reflection on the statue suddenly changed. Instead of a standard reflection, it presented a pony version of him, reflecting his features. As it appeared fresh, the three demonstrated an appealing feature, however it as soon as it appeared, the reflection vanished immediately, leaving a typical replication. They three stood perplexed by the action, and they all remained quite petrified for a brief moment. As Wind observed the maybe damned statue, Luna and Celestia argued aside.“Do you think he is actually the one?” Luna inquired in a brief moment of lucidity. “I honestly not sure, but…” Celestia supposed, beholding back at Wind. “Oh, Principal Celestia, and Vice-Principal Luna,” a voice resounded as the two focused on one another. The two of them twisted their gaze toward the brusque sound, discovering Trixie who strolled toward them with uncertain misperception. However as she approached with uncertain arrogance or misleading affability, Wind resounded a peculiar sensation. “Trixie? Don’t you have...Oh wait!” Celestia, realizing her ineffable misperception, acquired a brief period of discomfiture. “Affirmative! The teacher wasn’t there!” Trixie spoke with great sarcasm.“Hey, who’s that?” Trixie noted the presence of Wind. In an obdurate mind, Celestia evidently had no preparation for such inquiry. “Err…” “I’m Celestia’s and Luna’s friend!” Wind assisted on such incompetence from Celestia. “Really, you look a little young,” Trixie commented with inquisitiveness. “What is that supposed to mean?” Celestia and Luna questioned simultaneously, reflecting a rather dull manner. Trixie apprehended her words, and how egregious they destined, and thus her face fell into a bottomless discomfiture. “Doesn’t matter,” Wind comforted. Wind grinned and spoke, “Hey Celestia, about that field trip!?” Maybe it stood too early to apprehend these matters; however Trixie did not comprehend what Wind predestined. Celestia, memorizing their previous conversation, replied, “Oh, it was a one that we have planned for a while.” “Really?” Trixie replied out of interest. “Do you want to know where?” Luna excited. Celestia, revealing their position, spoke, “It’s going to be an archeological dig at the Everfree Ruins.” It twisted into an immoral night, providing Luna and Celestia a brief moment to discuss whatever.“What do you think of Trixie?” Celestia questioned briefly. “Well, she is a friendly one.” “Not that! Don’t you find it odd how easily Wind trusted her?” “A little bit… Why do you ask?” Luna responded. “Well, do you remember what I told you a week ago?” Celestia reminded. Luna, recollecting her competence around knowledge, replied, “You think she could be one of the elements?” “Maybe, but there is a possibility…” “True, but it could also be your imagination,” Luna reminded with a whacking tone. Celestia gave a deadpan stare, relocating toward upstairs, acquiring the phone.She then obtained the dialing number, and familiarizing herself into action. “Oh, Celestia, what do you need?” “I want to talk about that deal we made a while back.” “Well, I don’t have any new information.” “Why didn’t you find any?” Celestia spoke, sounding exasperated due to her schedule. “I lost contact with the 18 scouts that I sent to the ruins,” the voice reported. “How long ago was this?” “About one week ago.” “Ok, the school will be going there next week, so I’ll let you know.” “Call me then,” the voice concluded.“Oh, that reminds me, I sent over a gift for you. You’ll find it in time. Bye!” The sound hung up, leaving no trace. As a subsequently occurring subterfuge, there stood a quite irrational and firm knock at the front door. But as her motion stood before the door, her mind pondered upon the lingering occurrence which happened last week. As her gesture motioned and unbolted the door, there laid an acutely ossified package at her front door. She acquired the item, and then opened it with alacrity. It paralyzed a moment as her hands were damply inside the box; she acquired toy cars, each with their own labels. The left one was a pure red with red circles on its side, with a label that said, “Red Joker, For Celestia.” The right one was a night sky black with red wings on top of the roof, with a label that specified, “Black Ace, For Luna.” The middle one was a blue and green combo with red headlights, with a label that stated, “Shift Starforce, For Wind.” In Celestia’s mind, her mentality exactly knew the sender, “Krim, good game…” Wind imagined as his consciousness faded. He fell asleep momentarily, and found himself in his dream:an open field with the various people he has met. There were Celestia, Luna, Trixie, and various other people who he had met. His eyes were blurred as he recollected somewhat dense. In the corner of his eye, his gaze glued momentarily toward a pony version of Luna.His pulse rammed and dashed increasingly, and suddenly… He woke as his consciousness fell once again, and his main acumen stood as to discover whatever stood in action. Peculiar place where he awoke, he had no idea whatsoever. Upon sighting all around, he found himself in an enormous and exposed cave. In the center, there observed to be a tree of sorts encased in a dark aura. “Ah… hello there.” a randomly accorded voice spoke behind him. His gaze twisted and glued toward a bizarre object—no, animal, that looked exactly alike him. Now acquiring a close-end view toward his own sun-bleached acquaintance, he questioned his own existence as he observed the Pegasus. “Before you ask anything, let me tell you that this is a vision of something to come, and call me Cyclone,” the damned creature spoke. A little skeptical, Wind just decided to go with it. “So, what is this thing?” Wind inquired, pointing toward the tree. “Well, that is known as the Sacred Tree, or the Tree of Harmony,” Cyclone spoke. “Tree of Harmony…?” “Yes, try to remember that for when you next see this tree.” Wind, wondering the bizarreness that he stood specifying, stood with alacrity and stood absolute to inquire, however ceased as two objects flew in front of his gaze, one even cutting his cheek. The objects in question perceived alike two swords, each with six indents for orbs of sorts on each side. “What are those swords?” Wind questioned, staying at a distance. “You’ll find out in time. It’s irrelevant for now…” Before Wind could speak for reply, the cave seemed to shimmer out of focus. “What’s happening?” His head motioned as light weighted, and nauseous. “Seems as if you’re about to wake up. See you later, and next time… I won’t be alone,” Cyclone replied before fading away into a minor mist. Wind opened and rubbed his eyes, thinking about the dream he had. “What was that dream?”his mind lingered. Nothing seemed out of date, however as his steps included toward the mirror, his eyes lay wide open. There remained a frightening and identical scar that he had acquired in the dream. It stood ossified as his mind could not dismiss such relevance. “The knowledge might come in handy later…”