Bonds
Chapter 2: You who have a will
Previous Chapter Next ChapterDays passed by and soon Twilight was entering her fifth and final month in Manehattan. In these past five months, she had experienced what it was like to be a normal adolescent teen. She had come to know others staying at the dormitory and even went clubbing. Six ponies in total stayed at dormitory Eos. Beside herself, there was, Eli Goodwill, the heir to the very successful Goodwill Corps, Dusk Norn, the captian of the school's Royal Guard Cadet Corps(RGCC), Soarin' Heights, a stunt flyer that the wonderbolts had their eye on, Morgan (Trixie) Fey, an aspiring showmare, and Neon Nihilus, a rich orphan from Las Neighgas.
It was a Friday night and Dusk was depressed. There had been a test on Pre-equestrian history earlier in the day and he had a sinking feeling that he had flunked it. The only question he felt he had gotten right was the one that asked about the name of the leader of the creator alicorns. After all, Everypony knew about Eos, the ruler of the eternal paradise. It also helped that he stayed at the dorm named after him. He smiled at the memory of the first lecture of the year, he had entered the room fully ready to be bored to tears. At first, it wasn’t so bad, the professor simply read off notes that had been pre-prepared. The purple unicorn that stayed at his dorm had asked what happened to Eos and why Celestia was on the throne is she wasn’t part of the original twelve. The professor had responded in a very lengthy and roundabout way for over twenty minutes now that had bored him to tears. Personally, he believed the entire lecture could be shorted to a few words. “Eos decided that Equestria could survive on its own and left to tend to his own kingdom and Celestia had stayed to watch over and protect Equestria from the Griffins and Dragons that had terrorised ponies in the early days.”
Sighing, he cast another wistful glance at the mailbox that belonged to the dormitory alpha. He had ordered a new sword to be made and the forger had assured him that it would come this week. He saw the mail truck come and saw them drop of a package in the mailbox. In a few seconds, he had run from his room to the mailbox. Opening it, he found, the package he had been waiting for, a soul blade, a weapon made of pure magnite, which shape and ability was dependant on the one who imprinted on it. Swords made like this were extremely expensive and hard to get but fortunately, he had won this as a gift in the town raffle. He never remembered entering it but who was he to question fate? It was indeed as if fate had delivered it into his hooves. Picking up the sword, he remembered why he had picked up sword fighting in the first place. As Dusk was lost in the memories of him, the sword, which he held, changed from a brilliant white colour to an eerie blood red and began to pulse with electricity. Sighing, he turned to look through the rest of the mail. He was in a seriously bad mood now. He had remembered his father, the heartless prick. His gaze fell upon a flier that was on top of the pile of mail.
Come one come all! The Doppelganger nightclub welcomes you to celebrate its anniversary! All drinks will be free from 11pm to 1am. Bring a friend and get ready to Party! Tonight we will be having special guests from Equestria’s number one radio show. Miss Octavia Philharmonia and Miss Vinyl Scratch will be playing tunes from their newest album.
Dusk stared at the paper, before tucking it into the pocket of the blazer that was part of the uniform. For the first time that day, he smiled to himself. Why not? He would rustle up the gang and go to the party.
Across the street, in the cafeteria, a lone pony observed as Dusk tucked the piece of paper into his pocket and threw the rest of the junk mail away, the pony smiled. It was all going according to plan. The seeds of potential would begin to sprout and the soon the mortals of Equestria would be able to escape from their dark heritage. The sun’s dying rays fell on his mane, revealing a black mass with streaks of unearthly white. As he turned to leave, the wind blew and his cloak fluttered revealing his flank. On it was a single tarot card. A flash of light illuminated the area and the pony was gone, leaving only whispers in the wind.
And so it begins...