Cube Land

Chapter 6

Day 95

With the creeper dealt with, I allowed the creatures to continue guiding me to wherever it was they were intending for me to go. Only after passing a familiar looking lake did I realize where the destination was: they were leading me back to the obsidian, where I had first found them.

I was excited by the prospect. I had no idea what they were going to show me, but I knew that it would be important. I stepped down the steep slopes, avoiding the trees that had previously hid me from the creatures. When the group of us arrived at the small clearing, Daybreak ran ahead of the rest, towards the obsidian.

She beckoned for me to come closer. I did so, wondering what she was trying to show me. When I got close enough, Daybreak started to jump back and forth through the hole in the obsidian structure. I wasn't sure what she was getting at, so I shook my head and shrugged my shoulders, hoping that the message would get across.

It must have, since Daybreak then started to chirp in her language towards the other creatures, calling them over. She talked animatedly with them for almost a minute, some of them replying in kind, and some just nodding.

I cannot deny that I was, and still am, jealous of their ability to communicate so easily. I know that jealousy has no place in this world, but still I am subjected to it. While I may be jealous, I still want to help these poor, lost creatures and no dispensable emotion will stop me from doing so. As I look upon their sleeping faces as they are sprawled out in my living room, I feel a sort of kinship with these creatures. Creatures. I do not like the word, for it does not describe them properly. They are people, like me. But at the same time, they are completely different from everything and anything that I have ever known or seen. I must think of a different word for them. I will not write any further until I do.

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Ponies. After sitting in my chair for almost an hour, watching their sleeping forms, the word came to me suddenly. I don't know the word's origins, or why I have only thought about it now, but it seems to fit. Ponies. I will use this word from now on. Back to the recount.

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The...ponies... all lined up behind one another, in a line. They then proceeded to walk single file around the back of the obsidian structure. (what I consider to be the back, as it's two meters away from a stone and dirt mesa) The ponies then jumped or flew, it depended if they had wings or not, through the center of the obsidian configuration, one at a time. I watched them do this three times. After they had all finished looping through the formation one last time, they gathered together in front of the obsidian and sat there, watching me. At that point, I knew that they tried to show me something. I just had to put the puzzle together.

I walked over to the obsidian and did what the ponies had done, going in through the 'back' of it and climbing through the front. I wasn't sure what that accomplished. I looked back at Daybreak, shaking my head and shrugging my shoulders once again. After I shrugged, a look of determination flashed onto her face.

Daybreak walked closer to me and pointed at the mass of obsidian with one of her legs. She then made a whooshing motion with said leg, combined with adorable sound effects, starting from the back of the obsidian to the front. I had an inkling on what she was trying to explain, so I walked over to the black stone myself.

I pointed at Daybreak, then at all of the other ponies. Next, I tapped on the inside ring of obsidian with my hand from the back of the obsidian, making the motion of going forwards. Apple, Benevolence, and the rest of the ponies nodded and started to talk amongst themselves, save for Daybreak. Daybreak walked over to me slowly and looked up at me with large, tear-filled eyes. She knew that I understood what happened. All of them just wanted to go home.

Perhaps I shall explain how I knew what happened. During one of my ventures into the Mine, one of the paths I took led down far deeper than any of the others. It led me so far down that the darkness seemed real, tangible. My vision is nigh-perfect, granting me vision of about two hundred and fifty to three hundred meters in any direction. Down in that deep shaft of the mine, however, I could barely see ten meters in any direction. As I stumbled around in the darkness, I noticed wisps of faint purple colours that seemed to leak from the very obsidian and bedrock beneath my feet.

'What is bedrock?' you may ask. In one of my previous entries, I mentioned that obsidian is one of the toughest materials that I have come across. Even with a mighty swing from my diamond pickaxe barely makes a crack. Bedrock is even harder. I cannot even chip it. As far as I know, it is indestructible. When I have dug deep enough to find bedrock, it means only one thing; that's as far as I will be able to go in that direction. The depth that the layer of bedrock resides varies from location to location, but it is always extremely deep.

Anyway, the wisps of purple had led me to believe that obsidian and bedrock had special properties, aside from being ridiculously strong. During one of my deep mine explorations, I had fancied the notion that obsidian could be used for some otherworldly purpose, but put the thought aside later as preposterous and outlandish. Even if there was some yet unknown purpose for obsidian waiting to be discovered, I didn't have the proper tools to test any theories. Therefore, I had discarded the fantasies of building with obsidian.

All of this came back to me in a flash as I looked into Daybreak's teary eyes. Obsidian DID have an otherworldly purpose: it had brought these ponies here. They had somehow been transported by the obsidian structure, that much was obvious. Currently, I do not know the answer to how or why the ponies were trapped here. Some sort of malfunction with the obsidian? Perhaps it created a one-way portal to my world from theirs? I don't know.

I did the only thing that I could do: I petted Daybreak on the head, stroking her dark purple hair, in an attempt to comfort her. I'm not sure if it worked, but her tears stopped and she looked up at me hopefully. I motioned for her and the rest of the ponies to follow me. I was going back to the one place that might possibly provide a solution to the ponies' problem.

The Pit.

Author's Note: Sorry for the long wait! And doubly sorry for the short chapter! I've been very busy on my other stories, especially 'The Quest For Cabbage'. If you like comedy/parody stories about a human in Equestria as a pony, you should check it out. I-If you want to, that is. It's got laughs, clichés, Discord, and best of all, cabbage!

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