Karl felt the sharp object shoved in to his side, but he couldn't say anything about it, as he couldn't open his eyes, say anything or move his limbs. He felt his lump body hit the ground. Luckily he couldn't feel pain either in this state, so he almost felt glad. He had recognized the voice as Winter, and he had begun plotting his revenge.
Dark Shine made it to his cloud after a few seconds and layed the pony on his sofa. He then went to his bedroom and grabbed a tablet pot.
Karl felt that he had been moved. He wanted to open his eyes but he just couldn't. He felt himself hitting something fluffy, indicating that he had been moved to a could house. "bbbuck." He thought to himself, as he sensed something moving away from him.
The royal chambers of Canterlot are sweeped regularly. Ponies dart in various directions, pushing brooms along the polished floors, keeping the large castle as spotless as possible. It's through this stampede that a pony in a smart, navy jacket weaves through towards a certain chamber here. He smooths back his slicked back, white mane around his horn while re-adjusting his jacket. As he does so, a broom pushes a pile of dust through his tail. Disgusted, he flicks the hairs free from it all before slipping in behind the doors as quietly as he could. Inside is dark. The windows to the sunlight outside have thick blinds that shield the room from the rays while continuing to have it's glow around the edges. A tapestry hangs just beside the four-poster bed, depicting what appears to be a battle. However, most ponies don't fight with violins and tubas so this might actually be a birthday party. The drapes around the bed cowl the sleeping form inside, gently resting. He makes a firm, dignified "Ahem!". The form stirs. "Your highness, you asked me to bring you all messages that came from Sulphealious. He sent this a few minutes ago." He announces as the shadowed form sits up. "The Fox? I imagine that something has been burned to the ground..." the figure despairs. "No...No, he seems to have been behaving himself but Sulphealious appears to worry that the reprieve may be short lived." "I do not understand. Come out with it." she insists. "According to Sulphealious, he's bored." The servant says, looking over the letter once more. "Bored?" she asks. "Sulphealious claims that he's complained of being too confined. He resents having Sulphealious with him as a constant watcher, keeps asking about lands outside of the areas he's banished from and appears to have become increasingly on edge. He was leaping at shadows at one point according to Sulphealious. The creature is, and I quote, "restless and struggling to adjust". I'm not surprised, if you don't mind me saying so, your highness..." the Servant said, raising an eyebrow at the message. "One does not follow." she said. "Well, I was merely stipulating that such a creature as that fox would be in a similar position to loyal soldiers returning to civilian life. You heard the stories of rebellion, evasion and of the 'Black Fox' he came out with the last time he was here or when he was travelling with one of Celestia's students. According to Sulphealious, he's under-stimulated and desperately requires a task suitable for his particular skillset." "One cannot simply conjure a crisis out of thin air. However, nothing can be left alone for fear of what his overzealous behaviour might do." "Your highness, perhaps a guard position here would be stimulating enough to stave off his destructive behaviour? The Representative for The Shadowed Forest arrived earlier today. Perhaps we could add him to security?" "Send Sulphealious a reply. He and his ward are to report to the castle and report to Master Protector Dark, perhaps. She may have some use for them." The servant slips back, managing to disappear silently while also working in a bow.
Dark Shine, put down the tablets after throwing a couple in his mouth. He then went back to his sofa and checked on the pony he brung in. He was still laying there. Eyes shut. "Hello? Can you hear me? My name is Dark Shine."
Karl could hear a voice close to him, indicating that he was probably on a sofa. He would soon regain complete control over his body, but that would take a couple of minutes to happen. He tried to think the words "Visca Ves Derto" but nothing happened. Suddenly he saw something. It was a bi-pedal figure walking towards him in... crystal-clad armor. "Oh no, not you! NOT YOU!" He suddenly bolted forward and looked around him. He was in a cloud, now sitting on a sofa with a gray pegasi next to him.
"CHAMPIONS OF THE ELEMENTS OF THE ANCIENTS, COME TO ME!" a voice boomed across Equestria, that was reminiscent of what thunder would sound like if it could talk. A lightning bolt seared down from the sky on top of each Element, taking them away. When they opened their eyes, they were in a large room that looked recently built, Tremalion's Hall of Valor. In front of them stood the stoic Tremalion, staring at them. "Hello Champions." He said, "I see that the Ancient Elements have decided to change themselves once more." He said in his rumbling voice. Snow looked at Tremalion, like always, his mane was spiked and bright yellow, as if made from lightning bolts. (This is more for those who don'tknow what he looks like), and his coat color was that storm clouds, with piercing lightning yellow eyes. "Hello again Tremalion." She muttered.
Karl was still waking up. He looked around but everything was blurry and fuzzy. He checked beside him. There was a number of colors, some he recognized and some he did not. They all seemed to be looking forward, so he did to. All he could see was a more, bright colors. He instantly shielded his eyes from the light as it was almost blinding.
"The reason I gathered you here is because a very helpful, and always correct, source of ours says that something's about to happen. And not just your run of the mill monster invasion, I'm taking Discord or any other Great Enemies scale of an event. As we speak, Celestia is talking with her…Elements of Harmony." he said those words with disgust. "Anyways, I think it's time for my elements to step up, time for YOU to be the hero and savior of Equestria. Now is your time to awnser the call."
"Not until the Spear of Light is given back to it's rightful owner will you have my support," says Rashall stepping out of seemingly nowhere. (sorry about not posting so frequently)
Karl was confused. Really confused. "Where am I, who are you, and what am i doing here?" He asked to the set of colors infront of him. He was not gonna do anything until he had gotten a clean and understandable answer.
Tyro shakes his head, rubbing one of his eyes with the back of his paw as looks up at summoner. It sort of answers the question he had as the bright light consummed his vision. You would hope that somepony would be interested in why a freak lightning bolt had just struck you. It gave Sulphy a bigger shock than it did Tyro. Although his thought process was rather more sedate. He was wondering what was so important that he had to be snatched up unawares rather than be approached and asked? It had to be a powerful figure. You never see powerful figures walk up to anyone in a street with a matter of great importance. It would be nice to be approached and asked, he thought, without all the pompousness. "Hello?" he said, looking at the others around him. He tries an awkward wave.
Tremalion waved their questions aside, "Look, the very existence of Equestria, in fact the world, is at stake here. And this is something more than your ships can handle Rashall. The hellstorm about to be unleashed upon our realm is nothing of the likes that this world has ever seen. This is more important than your petty questions and demands of answers, and even more important than your Staff Rashall, which I will say is in safe hooves right now and shall be returned, just not now." Tremalion turned and motioned for them to follow him, "Before ponies existed as we know today, there was...another race shall we say that ruled over our world. They had accomplishments beyond that of anything imaginable to our imaginations. They could travel through the night sky in the blink of an eye, going from one world to the next before you could say Fast. We had reason to believe that they killed themselves off in a massive war, but they somehow survived, and they want their home back. Oh yes, I forgot to say, this is their homeworld, what they called Earth. For the past 5000 years, they have lived alone on a planet named Reach, it was named so because it was the closest habitable world to here. The only way we can possibly hope to survive the coming onslaught is through us. The Elements."
Fire sighed and said, sounding rather annoyed, "Oh boy, more war... That's exactly what I need right about now."
