Special authors note, a bit of a confession:

The world of Terra is an OC world that I had planned to write about a long time ago but never did. The fate of this world is designed heavily around the rule of threes:

-Three categories of power.
-You can be born with up to three soul powers.
-There are up to three tiers of abilities for each power.

There are more threes throughout this world and powerful methods and anomalies that break the rule of threes, fighting against the flow of the world. Hell, the main antagonist was a rule breaker and had 4 soul-powers.

Anyways, I changed Benjamin's second soul-power name from Health to Cell. Just fits what it does much better.

Thanks for reading and the updates are only going to get slower, college supersedes any time I have for hobbies.

"Fluttershy, meet the crew. From left to right it is, Silver (Female), Sullivan (Male), Cresent (Male), Catherine (Female), Midna (Female), Maximilian (Male), Behemoth (Male), Belmond (Female), Alexandra (Female), Apex (Male). The first letter in their names signifies their couples match," I say as the de-aged mare stares starry-eyed at my feathered wyvern squad. The squad stares back with similar curiosity, but they mostly surround me for some attention. I began scratching some of them as they nudge me around, smothering me. All the while, Twilight hung back a bit, some reluctance in her eyes.

"Wyverns are oddly romantic as they bond for life, and they do so at quite a young age, so you have to get them in pairs most of the time. Hence the matching names."

"Aww, that's so sweet! Are any of them expecting? A baby wyvern sounds adorable!" Fluttershy approaches the wyverns and begins to attempt to pet Apex's wings, only for the beast to huff at her and walk away to my left. I motioned Fluttershy towards Silver, as she was one of the kinder wyverns and much more willing to be petted by strangers.

"Fluttershy, these guys all look like carnivores, are you sure we should get near them?" Twilight questions, and was right to do so, but I know my guys already understand that these fillies aren't food. Not that there would be much to eat anyways.

"Twilight, I have taken care of creatures from the likes of snakes and bears to manticores. Plus, we all faced off against a d-dragon before, a wyvern isn't that scary," Fluttershy countered though she whimpered off at the end. Her fear didn't last long as she looked to be on cloud nine right while fluffing Silver's feathers.

"Yeah, but we were fully grown adult mares with active magic! You can't even talk to animals or fly anymore; I can't even use a simple levitation spell!"

"That doesn't mean we should deny them our kindness, Twilight!" Fluttershy yelled... not really. She did speak with great intent, however.

An odd silence hung in the air as Twilight took a moment to collect her thoughts, "you're right. I should at least give them a chance; they didn't choose to be carnivores after all. It seems I let all the stress get to me."

"It's ok, Twilight. I am worried as well, but there isn't much we can do right now." They both became depressed. Let's see if I can change that around.

"Going back to your earlier question, Fluttershy, a female wyvern typically can only give birth to a maximum of four children within ten years after they reach adulthood at the age of ten. All of my wyverns are around 18-24 years of age. Most of them have already reached their birthing limit. However, Alexandra and Belmond are both pregnant, probably with their last fertilized eggs. I know this because wyverns unlike chickens cannot lay unfertilized eggs. Belmond's egg should pop out in a couple of weeks, and Alexandra's a week after."

"Ooooo. When will they hatch?"

"Wyvern eggs sadly take a long time to incubate, around two months after being laid."

"Oh... how long are we going to be on Terra. At least if we try to send ourselves home?" I wince a bit at that, I never mentioned such a thing as it was going to be a hard truth for them to swallow, but I need to be honest with things like this.

"According to my estimations. If I am being generous, and you all turn out to be a soul-power using genius. Once you guys are injected with a soul-power at the age of thirteen (roughly), it could take a minimum of four years to even have the chance to go back home, for a total time on Terra being around seven. Realistically it takes the average person ten years if they don't get themselves killed, so if we succeed and you guys do get away home, you might be stuck here for a total of thirteen years max by then." They both look at me in horror.

"Are you sure this plan is the fastest way?" Twilight seems to beg for a hopeful answer.

"It is the only way for even the slightest chance for what you want. I will explain why later when we have all you and your friends together. If I do manage to find a better and faster way, you will be the first person to know, Twilight." She was not happy with that answer.

I had some servants guide the girls to their new rooms, pretty sure they needed time to themselves after that bombshell. To be stripped away from everything you love and hold dear to you, the emotional turmoil within them must be immense.

"Hehe, and it's typically the other way around in most fanfics," I mutter out loud as I head over to my office. Yes, I had read a couple fics here and there once I had retired in my past life, hoping to relive some of the nostalgia with a new twist. I was mostly disappointed, so I turned to the comics. Something I probably should have done first, but I preferred reading books.

"Master Benjamin!" I hear head butler Jonathan approach, "I have some news!"

I halt and face him, "what is it?"

"I have found a clue about the location of some of their siblings." He then hands me a sheet of paper, one with chrome black ink. A list of rare one-of-a-kind pets on the monster auction. On it, one description stuck out to me.

"Mini-thestral like pets. No wings. Comes in white and pink, white one even comes with a sparkling horn?"

"It sounds similar to the other two, does it not?"

"Yes, very much so. The auction is tomorrow at noon? Well then, get me an invite. Also, contact the Red Rogues in case of... complications."

"You intend to steal them if something goes wrong?" Jonathan question's, I have been extremely "fair" and legal with most of my business endeavors. So, hearing me blatantly plan for thievery must have thrown him for a loop.

"It's not theft if they are not an object. I am rescuing innocent civilians from their kidnappers. Slavery is only legal if the person enslaved is an adult with a major criminal offense after all."

"Yes... Master Benjamin," Jonathan then goes off to carry out the tasks.

I head to my office, where all the work I have put off is placed in front of me, thank the heavens that sleep is merely a luxury for me.

"So haaah, you found haaah, our friends haaah!" Twilight exclaims with huffs in between. both Fluttershy and Twighlight are running laps with me around my old training grounds. Fluttershy was already a mess of sweat and pony on the ground about a half a mile back. Twilight is about to be knocked out soon as well.

"I have found two of your friends, I will be attempting to rescue them tonight," I speak after stopping, this was enough for them today.

"Could we, come with."

"It would be more harmful than helpful Twilight. The people involved in this tend to be more unhinges within society, while my wealth and influence would deter most of them. Some people are vile enough to fight against a fair outcome." The filly frowns at my words. "I know you want to help, but you said it best yesterday, you and Fluttershy are merely children, along with the fact that you two are without the full power of your magic..."

"Fine, I got it... Please bring them back as safely as possible," Twilight's worried face brings memories of my past life up into the forefront of my mind. I see Alice's face overlap with hers for a brief moment. She did connect with the purple mare the most out of everyone in the show, despite being more of a tomboy like Rainbow Dash.

"Will do," I go to pat her head in nostalgia, but catch myself in the act and stop, "Jonathan will bring you two to the library. Also, make sure Fluttershy goes with someone if she ever wishes to see the wyverns. They are not used to her."

Twilight looks at me oddly in silence for a while, then speaks, "you remind me of somepony, you know. I can't remember who though."

"I hope that's a good thing."

"I think it is."

"My mask is awesome, Red-Ghost." I protest to one of the members of the Red Rogues'. They were the groups of explores I hired as my bodyguard for this event, also their group is an expert in stealth and thievery in case I need to resort to such an extreme. They are also old college friends of mine. The group's members are; Red-Dragon, Red-Fairy, Red-Ogre, and of course Red-Ghost. All of them had Confrontational type spirit-powers except Ghost, who had a Cater type.

Confrontational type power tends to focus on close-quarters-combat, it is an active ability that requires those with it to get up close and personal with your enemy. Dragon has the Spirit Power called Dragon, what a surprise, I know. His ability allows him to use dragon-like attacks and do lightning dragon things. A similar situation is true for all the other members of the group. Basically, an offense-focused power.

Red-Ghost on the other hand has a Cater type power, an ability that influences one's self and or others around them beneficially. Things like a passive regeneration-focused ability that makes you hard to kill, or an active healing ability that allows you to heal your party. Ghost can make herself intangible, and eventually could also make his party intangible as well. Basically, a support-focused ability.

Lastly, a Control Type, like the one I have, is a power that focused on changing or warping the playing field or negatively affecting an enemy from a distance. Like poisoning a large area, or creating spiritual mines to leave around for others to step on. Basically, a crowd control, or an AOE de-buff focused power.

My power is to tunnel into the ground... Yeap. I can probably do more, but I never developed that power. I only advanced my Cater type power called Cell because it was a passive type ability, I can't not use it.

Of course, some abilities may be of one type but have aspects of another. So, there can be a bit of overlapping.

Anyways, Red-Ghost had said that the mask I chose to hide my face in the auction looked stupid. It was a cool ass replica of Spectra's mask from Bakugan (Darkus Version), another show I enjoyed watching with my niece, along with Ben 10 and My Little Pony (those were our golden trio). Not that the masks mattered, they were more of a formality rather than an actual way to hide your identity. It wasn't hard to figure out who was who.

I also didn't plan on hiding my identity, as I may have mentioned before, my economic power will be a great deterrent against those in the way of my goals today.

"I said it is childish, but you make it look stupid," Red-Ghost finally countered. She liked to stay quiet, but we were both bored out of our minds waiting for the auction to commence. The and the rest of the Red Rogues were tasked elsewhere. Hence my massive internal monologue earlier.

"I didn't pay you to spite me Ghost."

"I didn't ask to be paid; we all would have done the job for free."

"How the hell are you going to keep running your group without my cash?"

"Your money doesn't make the world turn around."

"Coulda fooled me," I say with a light-hearted laugh. Our banter was cut there as the stage lights turned on, first on the stage were some Noibirds. They were parrot-like monsters the size of a house cat with four bat-like wings, they can mimic speech and also produce a paralyzing screech through their soul-power. The peculiar thing here was that these avian were small, still very young, and that they didn't even have the soul-collars.

"These are the first official batch of the newly domesticated Noibirds. Currently undergoing a government trial to become official, but you can get one now before they become a trend. This batch are all sterile (as most Noibirds tend to be), as the seller isn't interested in any early competition."

This was interesting, it was even before my time when wyverns were domesticated, so I was interested in investing in something like this. I will have to figure out who the seller is. I look around and see a clear sign of disinterest throughout the auction. The current meta, as you might call it, for extravagant pets is to obtain a big and dangerous-looking one. My fault partially, as I had bought ten wyverns, and a lot of the upper class mimicked me. Not many can understand the potential that small creatures with voice mimicking ability may have, as normal parrots didn't exist.

Or if they did exist, then they lived in an undiscovered part of Terra.

"The starting price for each one will be 10,000 kirits." Ah yes, Issoulful's currency. The kirit, which roughly equates to 2 dollars in exchange, was "creatively" named after the concept of chi or ki and then the word spirit.

I raise my hand in my VIP booth up high in the auction house, "10,000!" People immediately took notice, someone else raised their hand, to either compete against me or to try and make my life harder by making me spend more than I have to. Most likely the latter.

"10,500!" The competitor shouted.

"11,000,"

"12,000!" The younger bidder smirks up at me, definitely the latter.

"15,000," I speak.

"20,000!" The young man outbids again. I stay my hand; the kid seems almost triumphant that he had outbid me. Until an older man next to him hits him over the head. A father and son duo, it seems that a good lesson was passed down between the two, as now the young man was stuck with a prize he probably didn't even want. The father then gives me a thumbs up, I send a smile in return. Then bid again for the next one.

"10,000." It was sold to me at starting bid, so was the one after it... Jonathan is going to give me a hard time over this, thankfully these creatures aren't the size of a fighter jet. They should be easier to look after. Thanks to my purchases, some others became curious over what exactly I see in the mammal-winged avian.

Afterward, came a collared flame salamander. Probably the closest thing to a dragon, beside the wyverns, as they can spit fire and are highly resistant towards it. However, the flame salamanders were an extremely stupid species.

Next was a collared thestral, a bony horse with wings. its whole body was being held together by its skin and spirit-power. A popular "pet" amongst the upper class, especially amongst females (I'm almost afraid to ask if horse girls were a multi-dimensional phenomenon). Apparently, they were easier to ride (blasphemy), and cheaper to maintain than a wyvern.

Finally came the unique mini-thestrals, aka Rarity, and Pinkie Pie. Collared and enslaved. Bundled together as a package deal due to their size. Frozen on stage because they were commanded to stay there. Pinkie's pink hair was straight and flat, and Rarity's purple locks were completely frazzled and untamed, barely resembling what it used to look like.

"So that pastel thestral are our targets? The children turned monsters due to a daemons curse?" Ghost spoke up. It was a hard-to-believe story, but much more believable than the truth.

"You will see what I mean later. For now, let's save them and get them back with their sisters." I raise my hand and go for the starting bid of 50,000 kirits. Half the price of an actual thestral.

"60,000," a woman announces. Madam Rosalin Voilet, an "equine" lover, always purchasing anything unique and thestral related. I had known she would be a problem.

"100,000," Fuck off.

"110,000!" She harshly announces.

"150,000," Bitch, please.

"200,000!" She got louder.

"300,000," Ah, yes, the price of the average wyvern.

"400,000!!" She yelled, then looks at me with rage.

"800,000." Suck my dick.

"..." She could go higher, she had the money, but I would win in the end. I was an unstoppable force; she was not an immovable object. There was no point in raising the price either. She would never make a dent in my wallet, and she was furious. As I had said before, being too rich can get to your head, and it made her near psychopathic, clearly seen by how vigorously she began biting her nails in frustration.

That will become an issue, we will see just how soon of an issue it will be.

Once the auction was over, I personally go over to get my "purchases", all of the Red-Rogues joining up from their various hidden locations to follow behind me. I gingerly pick up the blank-faced little girls and speak in their mother tongue as the Rogues' handle my Noibirds.

"Hello, Rarity and Pinkie Pie. I'm here on Twilight's behalf. I am here to help you two." The collar may control their bodies, but the tears of relief were more than enough to express what they were feeling.