Phoenix

Chapter 3

Clover looked at Pansy and shrugged.

“There isn’t much more that I can tell you. The… thing… beast… whatever it is, looks like it’s unconscious. It fell from the sky and that thing it was in is definitely no technology I have ever seen. The only explanation I have is that it’s an alien.”

Pansy kicked the dirt that was now illuminated with the sun that had been missing for so long.

She looked at the unconscious otherworldly visitor who had fallen so it was laying on its chest, or at least, what Pansy assumed was its chest.

“Well,” Pansy started. “What ever it is, we owe a lot to it.”

“You think it was intentional? Maybe it was sent here by its leaders to help us?” To anyone observing, it would have seemed Clover was specifically asking Pans, but in reality, the question was spoken generally.

“It doesn’t matter,” Pansy answered resolutely. “It did what it did and we owe it for that. I’m not sure what we can ever do to repay it for driving those monsters off, but we’ll have to find some way to do so. But in the meantime, the very least we can do for it is get it back to its… home.” Pansy stopped at the mention of the odd thing. She had never seen anything quite like it. It vaguely reminded her of the front of ships used by various navies that had power before the wendigos came.

So she decided to call it a ship.

“We should bring it to its ship… or, at least what ever is left of it.” The ship had obvious been torn apart. And if it was this large even after having been torn, the undamaged ship had to have been massive. This damaged section of the ship was as tall as most mountains. They had been lucky that it landed the way it did. Had it landed any other way, there’s the possibility they would not have been able to take shelter in it before the creature came to their rescue.

A terrifying thought to Pansy. Rescue being mere feet away but separated by an alien material.

“I’ll go grab a couple of stallions and see if we can’t scrounge up enough supplies to make a stretcher. Call me crazy, but I think we may not be able to lift it without some support.” Clover volunteered her self, as she proceeded to head back to the ship where a large portion of ponies were staring at the once barren world, as the snow and ice began to melt with the power of the sun in an almost miraculous manner.

“Mom! Come on! It’s the sun!” Pansy twisted her neck, as she caught sight of the young foal.

“Solaira, slow down, I still have your sister to worry about, I can’t run.” The white earth mare with a red mane shouted to her now transformed daughter. The foal who used to just be an Earth pony was now running around with a horn and wings. And her previously now solid pink hair was rainbow colored. But Pansy noticed something else. The wrap that was around the mother’s neck now had an ethereal mane coming from the foal in it. Similar to her sister’s mane that had been transformed, apparently this one had also been transformed.

Pansy looked at the alien creature, laying face down on the ground. She was terrified at the thought of the kind of power did it have that it could drive wendigos back and mutate two foals without killing them. Transformation magic was an extremely unstable practice and very few ponies who had it done to them lived. And it was even rarer for the ones who live to not be horribly disfigured or maimed. But these two foals seemed perfectly fine.

The pegasus decided she couldn’t dwell on things like that, it wouldn’t get anything done. She needed something to take her mind off the alien she was standing next to, at least until Clover scoured up enough materials to make a stretcher to carry it back to its ship. So she looked back to its ship, after all, besides snow and ice, there wasn’t much to look at.

By the group of ship stood a group of ponies. Many of them families who were comforting each other, that the reign of terror of wendigos had finally come to an end. But the more amazing thing was how they were treating ponies who were otherwise not related to them. Many of the small groups had orphaned foals standing with them, the same way family would. And many parents who had lost their children to wendigos were brought in by groups who still had their family members.

Pansy was amazed. Just a few weeks ago, they were willing to kill each other for a tiny morsel of food. They barely wanted to work together, but now they were standing with each other, standing in unity. Pegasi, Unicorn, Earth. None of them seemed to care about the differences between them. Earth foals were being comforted by unicorns, and pegasus parents were being comforted by earth.

Perhaps this was what the three kingdoms had needed. To be nearly killed to extinction by a parasitic monster, and then brought together by the might of an alien.

She looked at the mother with the two transformed foals. With their newfound wings and horns, they embodied the three kingdoms. Perhaps the ponies would follow them. They couldn’t complain about them being biased against one kingdom. The have bodies of Earth ponies, the magic of the Unicorns and the flight of the Pegasi.

The young white foal ran up to the unconscious alien, and without hesitation, spoke.

“Thanks for saving me, Mr. Dante.”

Pansy cocked her eyebrow as the foal, as she immediately went back to running around in the melting snow.

“Dante?” The yellow pegasus thought to herself. “Is that just what she’s calling it, or did she find out his name somehow?”

But that name was an odd one.

“Dante? The beginning starts with the Old Language word for dawn. And “nte” means to bring in the Old Language. Dawn-Bringer? That’s its name?” Pansy stated to no one in particular.

Dante then, Pansy decided. She dug her hoof into the ground. No longer would she refer to the creature as it. It was now Dawn-Bringer. It also fit much better with the traditional naming schemes of the pony tribes.

She looked up to the now blue sky, no longer under the oppression of the dark magic of the wendigos. The sun shone bright. She knew it would not be easy, the earth would have to heal from the damage of those monsters. And it would take time. And without a doubt, many ponies would die. They did not have food. And it would take even longer to grow the food that is needed, even with the latent magic of the Earth ponies.

But, their fortunes were changing. This alien, this… Dawn-Bringer, is the first good luck they’ve had in a long time. And Pansy was certain the alien had to be an omen of good fortune.

“There’s no where to go from but up. Things will get better.” Pansy stated. Steeling her confidence.

But there was still a small bit of her that worried. What if this Dawn-Bringer was the bringer of more then just dawn. An omen of forces far more powerful then the wendigos ever were?

Author's Notes:

Wow. Fifteen year old me was a fucking major cringe lord.

Anyway, enjoy the rewritten chapter.

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