The Visitors
The world seemed so small from so high, the stars that surrounded the planet twinkled in there black velvet space. The bright light and color that radiated off of the world shined on all that looked down on it. “Counselor Zeral, is this the planet?” a nearly emotionless voice asked, the voice seemed to focus on everything except it’s emotions without being monotone. “It is.” said a deep voice in response. “Seems like a nice place!” said a third more happy and high voice, all of which were male. “Our records on this planet are nonexistent. Our Mission is to go down and monitor the world’s inhabitants and record any intelligent life living on it.” Zeral said.
“Brother, maybe we’ll finally get our names!” the happy voice whispered. “Perhaps!” the other voice said in response, keeping quiet as well.
“You two!” Zeral shouted, and the sound of him turning could be heard. The two looked to the man Zeral, noting that he was tall and thin, brown graying hair sat atop his head with a young clean shaven face. His elf ears told all why he had no facial hair. The traditional navy blue robe with a half moon silver collar nearly dragged that ground. Every trim and hem was ornately adorned with silver, his black hair slicked back perfectly to a ponytail at the back of his head, and his skin a healthy tan.
“Come with me, though I highly doubt there is any intelligent life at all on this overly colorful planet.” As the two brothers walked into the light, both were garbed in black leather, one with a large coat that touched and dragged across the floor, his muscles a decent size though not too large to restricted his movements at all and his baby blue eyes were focused to an extreme degree, bordering angry. His black pants were held up at his ankle by large golden rings, and similar rings adorned his wrists. The other seemed to enjoy a more laid back look, having a hooded sweater and loose fit pants with similar boots as well as a smaller build, but like his brother, was completely clean shaven. The two of them followed the Counselor as he moved past a door and into another room, before disappearing completely.
The sun shone down on all of Equestria, ponies of all colors and sizes walked around town, minding their own business or working on their projects. At one particular side of this little town, a large tree stood tall, adorned with a door and windows, almost as if it were the house of another. From inside, one could hear the high knowledgeable voice of a female, “Spike, get me the second volume of ‘Pony History’ please.” she asked. Twilight Sparkle was the owner of the tree, and when inside, it seemed to be a large library of sorts, books everywhere with shelves holding them up all engraved into the wood.
Twilight herself was a purple unicorn pony with a violet hair having little extra than a light purple highlight stripe on her mane and tail. Her purple eyes shined with knowledge and youthful curiosity. On her flank was printed her Cutie Mark, a symbol of talent found when a pony finds their place in the world. Her six pointed star shined on top of a smaller silver version of itself, and five even smaller sparkle marks surrounded the large one. If you couldn’t guess, her talent was magic.
“What do you need a history book for?” Spike a small purple baby dragon asked curiously. He stood up to Twilight’s back, and had green spike scales traveling from his head down to his spear tipped tail. He stood on two stubby legs that seemed to support his short body perfectly and his clawed hands gently took hold of the book he’d been asked to find. “History is an essential piece of our lives.” Twilight said in a mater-of-fact tone, “The more we learn of our past, the better we can shape our future.”
“Or more accurately repeat it.” Spike mumbled under his breath as he made his way across the floor to give Twilight the book she asked for. With a transparent purple glow, the book whizzed out of his claws, and floated near the purple unicorn. The horn on Twilight’s forehead was glowing the same color, indicating her using a magical spell on the object. “Thank you Spike!” she said, and opened her book. From half way across the room, the baby dragon stood there with a smile on his face, “No problem!” he said, and heard a knock at the door. “I’ll get it!” he announced, and walked to open the tree door. On the other side of it, he found Applejack, one of his and Twilight’s friends.
Applejack was what you might call a western or farmer pony. She had no horn or wings, but did have noticeable freckles and prided herself on her powerful legs. She had an orange coat of fur with a bright blond mane and tail that she kept in a large bunch, wrapping the ends with red ribbon. On her head she had a cowgirls’ hat and her Cutie Mark was of three bright red apples.
“Howdy Spike!” she said on seeing him, her accent as thick as syrup. “Hi Applejack.” he said with a wave. “Howdy Twi!” she called into the library, causing Twilight to turn her head. “Hello Applejack!” she said and turned back to her book.
Seeing this, the orange pony frowned, and trotted up to her purple friend. Applejack lifted one of her hooves to the top of the book, and lowered it down. At first Twilight followed the book, but as soon as it became inconvenient, she glanced up at Applejack. “May I help you?” Twilight asked. “Twi, y’all ave been in hear fer days. It’s time to git out and enjoy the sunshine.” Applejack said with an ‘I won’t take no for an answer’ glare. “But this is where all of my references are, what if there’s something I don’t understand?” Twilight asked, simply trying to keep her place, only to get an even sterner glare from Applejack. “You fergot didn’t you.” Applejack asked, in disappointment.
At first, Twilight gave her a confused look, but soon realization kicked in, “The PICNIC!” she called out. “That was today?” Spike asked as he watched Twilight drop her book to the floor and run to where the kitchen was. “You betcher scales it’s today.” Applejack told him, “Today’s the annual town picnic feast, everypony brings somethin to add to the spread and we all gather together to have a big shindig.” Quick as she could, Twilight bolted out of the kitchen with a large picnic basket floating close by and ran out the door, followed by Applejack who was followed by Spike, who closed the door behind himself.
Within the cover of the forest, the three men waited and watched. “There’s a village down there!” whispered the excited one. The emotionless one stood as still as possible, “I wonder who lives in those houses, and who’s supposed to be looking after those ponies.” he said. “Wouldn’t it be cool if the ponies were the intelligent life?” the excited on said. “Hmf.” his brother said, “It certainly looks to be that way.”
“Nonsense!” Zeral said, “Ponies are nothing but animals. Now I will hear no more of this, just go and check out the houses A-3672.”
“Yah, yah!” the first one said and disapeared silent as a gentle wind, leaving nothing but a ring of dust where he once stood. “W-3673, you will engage with the owner of the house near the forest, do not be seen.” Zeral ordered. “Where are you going Councilor?” the man asked. “I’m going to find out about that place,” he said and pointed to the large area where three long bench tables were set up with picnic blankets all around the area, “There must be someone here who can tame these creatures.” he said and walked off towards the area. W-3673 scoffed at the man, and turned to make his way to the nearest home, the cottage near the forest. “I don’t know what we’ll find, but I’m betting it’s going to be something beyond anything we’ve ever seen.” he said to himself and continued walking.
