*Knock knock*

The figure jumped from the sudden sound, having been disturbed while he was deep in thought.

"Come in," a deep, commanding voice called out from the mouth of the figure. All that could be seen of him was his silhouette, a shadow cast out amongst the distant stars in the visible universe. Though the Genesis was hidden in a dimension of its own, a passenger would still see the dark background of space from the main universe, essentially serving as wallpaper for the entire place. The walls, floors and ceilings of the ark were completely invisible, but at the same time showed the view outside of the ark's own dimension. The star-dotted door of the figure's chamber opened, and a head popped in.

"We are all ready," a sweet, serene voice said gently from one shadow to the other. It was virtually impossible to see inside the vessel, but its passengers weren't hindered by something as mundane as the standard '20/20' vision, so lighting wasn't necessary.

"Terribly sorry, were you all waiting on me?" the first figure asked as it walked over to the door.

"More or less," the feminine voice replied. "The rest of us have been ready for a day now."

"Hmm…I suppose time can simply slip so quickly when you are lost in thought, even for me." The first figure nudged the door open and walked out his chambers, alongside the second figure. A triangular glow could suddenly be seen forming on the first figure's forehead, and the door behind him glowed and closed shut on its own. "I'm surprised you hadn't sent Photon to retrieve me, if I was taking too long."

"He had wanted to, but I insisted on getting you," the second figure replied. "I wanted to have one last talk, before we disband."

The first figure sighed hard. "I do not understand how you and the others are able to say that so nonchalantly. Does none of this concern you the slightest, Andromeda?"

The second figure, 'Andromeda', turned and looked the other figure in the eye. "I wish nothing more than to prevent this from happening, Omega, but you have seen first-hand what has been going on between the six of us. We have all been at each other's throats, ever since that war."

Omega huffed at Andromeda's words. "Ether certainly did not help with any of this—that is for sure."

Andromeda gave Omega a stern look. "You know as well as I do that you are the most to blame." Her voice never lost its calming touch, but it could still have a strong presence. "Do not attempt to abolish yourself of all blame. You are better than that, Omega—do not let this bitterness and hatred between the rest of us get to you, too."

"I have no bitterness towards any of you," Omega turned his head away, "except for Ether."

"Did you not just hear-"

"He caused that war on his own accord, before I ever did anything to him!" Omega burst out towards Andromeda. "What is happening now, yes, I admit that all the blame should be mine, but it was the war that made me do that! Can you not understand how I was in a fit of rage?"

Andromeda looked taken aback, and Omega, realizing how he'd just acted, took a step back and looked away from her in shame.

"That was a war between the ponies and the phoenixes," Andromeda replied to Omega, "If anyone should be upset about it, it should be you and I; we have every right to be. But unlike you, I had kept a level head."

Omega looked back up to Andromeda. "We should disband as soon as possible," he said finally, realizing just now that there really was no way to keep the Six together.

"Glad to hear you say so," another voice called out, as a third figure rounded a corner at the end of the hallway.

Omega and Andromeda both looked to see the source of the voice, though they already knew who it was. The third figure, unlike the other two, could be seen in the light. Rather, he was seen in the light that he himself gave off. The leopard's spots shone like floodlights in the large empty hallways of the Genesis, some of the light shining dully from the rest of his coat hit Omega and Andromeda, dimly revealing what they looked like.

"I should have expected as much," Andromeda said, folding up her blazing-red wings in protest. "I thought I said that I would send for Omega. Next time, try and keep still for a single moment." She playfully pecked the top of his head with her pink-tipped beak.

"Ouch," the leopard said while rubbing his head where he had been hit.

"Even you, Photon," Omega said softly while shaking his head. "You are always in a hurry to get something done, even if said something is the disbanding of the Six?"

"Omega, you've known me for eons now," Photon replied, cocking his eyebrow at Omega. "Light is supposed to be fast, isn't it? It doesn't matter what it is; if there's something that needs to be done, I'll get it done as soon as possible."

"And you must be so fast that you cut and fuse your words together into such gibberish?" Omega asked.

"Hey, if it's faster to say 'you're' instead of 'you are', I'll do it. As long as you know what I'm saying, amiright?"

The other three figures were waiting patiently at the large round table as Omega, Andromeda and Photon made their way back to the Hall of the Six. Eventually, the three came walking down the hallway and into the tall, round room. Rather, Omega and Andromeda walked in—Photon kept running ahead of them, looked back to see their progress, ran back to meet up with them, and repeated the process.

"Back so soon?" the smallest figure sitting at a chair spoke sarcastically in a feminine voice, as the three each took a seat in their own respective chairs.

Omega didn't respond to her remark, so Andromeda retorted in his stead. "He just needed a little more time to let this all sink in," Andromeda replied to the small figure.

"Oh, it is not as if I am angry or anything," the figure replied, "by all means, I will give you all the time you need—it was simply a little joke to liven the mood, but apparently your sense of sarcasm is lacking today."

"Now is not the time for that Corporeal," a loud, winded voice rumbled from the chair next to where the small figure was sitting.

Apparently striking a nerve, 'Corporeal' replied angrily, "How many times must I tell you that I do not like that name! It serves its purpose as a surname, Nexus, and nothing more!"

"Cory, perhaps it's you that doesn't have a sense of humor," Photon smiled to the small shadow, "You think he doesn't know by now what you do and don't like to be called?"

The black, vertical slits in Cory's yellow eyes narrowed and she squinted at Photon, and her tail whipped around in annoyance. "Exactly—he knows I do not like formalities and as such he purposefully annoys me by calling me by my formal name! I know it is a petty thing to argue over, but he always insists on doing so!"

"I think we may be getting off topic here," Omega said to the five in the massive round room. All it took was for Omega to say a single sentence, and the other five immediately shut up and gave him their undivided attention. "Yesterday, we finished off with the naming of Andromeda's Element, yes?"

"Yeah—it was 'Kindness', if I remember correctly," Photon replied. "And then you left abruptly, saying you needed 'a moment'. I'm no less happy about all this as you are—as I'm sure is everyone else—but all you're doing is delaying the inevitable, Omega."

"Yes, well anyways," Omega began, "who is still left?"

"Just me," the breathy voice of 'Nexus' replied.

"Ah, yes, saving the hardest for last," Cory stated. "No offense, Nexus, but there really is no real definable personality that we can assign you—at least, one that would fit with the Elements."

"Before we continue from where we left off," Omega interrupted, "I would like to restate the purpose of our meeting for today."

"Ugh," Photon muttered, "you and procedures, Omega…"

Omega began, "We have unanimously called for this meeting, the final meeting before the disbanding of the Six. As the war had shown, our individual powers were nowhere near as strong as when we combined forces as one. Because of this, the decision has been made to provide the inhabitants of our respective planets—when we populate them, that is—with a collective force of magic from the six of us. A magic that will only unlock its potential to those who display the traits of one or all Elements, is pure of heart, and requires such power as ours in a time of dire need."

"And yesterday we decided on creating the Elements of Harmony," Andromeda continued, "Four sets of six, one set for each of the four members of the Six that will inhabit a satellite which has already been chosen in a previous meeting."

"Yes, and I believe we had named each member's Element except for…Nexus, you said?" Omega asked, trying to recall. "With the naming of Nexus' Element, we will then be able to form the Elements themselves and finally disband. Now then…what is a positive personality trait that best describes you, Nexus…?"

The other Six's faces skewed as they each tried to think of a good word, a good personality, a good trait that one should represent in order to use his power. But trying to tack a descriptive word onto Nexus was hard, to say the least. The only word in general that best described him was…'enigmatic'.

"Well, if no one can think of anything good," Nexus chuckled, "perhaps I should be left out of the Elements all together."

"What? No! You have to, Nexus!" Photon interjected, apparently not sensing the sarcasm in Nexus' voice, "Your magic is the strongest of any of ours—if it's not included in the Elements, we may as well not bother making them!"

"So perhaps you are saying my magic is my strongest trait, hmm?" Nexus asked as he cocked an entertained eyebrow towards the leopard, "Well then, perhaps I should be the 'Element of Magic'."

Omega rolled his eyes. Despite being the best of companions for the past few billion years, he never did care for Nexus' sarcasm, or his seemingly flawed logic. "That would require that at least one of the creatures that uses the Elements would have to have a strong magical ability. And what if that is not the case? Then what shall they do?"

"I am sure that an Element of Magic would certainly suffice," Nexus replied, "Just trust me on this one, Omega."

Omega sighed hard. He could tell that even he himself was beginning to feel that same bitterness and hatred that Andromeda spoke of earlier. It was tearing all of them apart, and he needed to finish this entire ordeal as soon as possible. "Fine," Omega said. "We are presented with the new motion to name Nexus' Element as the 'Element of Magic'. All that support?"

The word 'aye' was spoken in unison by all six.

"Those that oppose?"

There was a moment of silence.

"Very well," Omega stated, "motion passed. Now that each of the Six has an assigned Element, we may begin the formation of them. Is everyone ready?" There was a nod from each of the other five. "Then let us begin."

Each of the Six closed their eyes and began focusing hard. They had a massive supply of magic, each one of them, but creating the Elements would still be a challenging feat nonetheless. Suddenly, Omega opened his eyes again, and they shone with a very powerful golden light, the same color as his eyes. Likewise happened for the other five, Andromeda's eyes lighting with a burning yellow, Nexus' a searing green, Cory's a dark yellow, and Photon's so bright you couldn't really tell that there was any color in the leopard's blinding white eyes. Ether, who was sitting in the Hall but had kept to himself the entire time, also joined in, his eyes shining a light yellow, tinted with red. The power emanating in the Hall of the Six was staggering, and they had barely even started.

Omega body, like his eyes, began to glow fiercely. The dark corridors of the Genesis were lit up so bright, any normal being that would have seen such a feat unfolding would have been blinded whether they shielded their eyes or not. In fact, if the Genesis hadn't been in a dimension of its own, the light given off would have easily matched that of a supernova explosion. Each of the Six could easily be seen now in all of their glory. The alicorn Omega stood before each of the other five as he was the first to begin severing a fraction of his own magic from his body. The large winged unicorn's dark blue coat and mane glowed profusely as a kind of magical mist emanated off of him. Next was the phoenix Andromeda, whose own body was not only giving off her magic, but was giving off a heat so strong it bent the very light around it, and would have melted the corridors had it been made of any normal material. Speaking of light, the leopard Photon alone could outshine a thousand suns at this moment as his own magic emitted from his body. Nexus, now clearly seen from being bathed in light, was much noticeably larger than the other five members of the Six; while others were between five, ten feet tall, the massive white dragon Nexus sat at three stories, giving him presence in the large Hall as his magic tugged at everything else around it, the magic altering gravity and trying to compact it into a small point. Cory, in comparison to Nexus, was only a foot-tall black cat, but she was not to be outdone—in fact, she had the most important role in the making of the Elements.

The pure unadulterated energy in the room was distorting the six powers of the universe that the Six controlled. Over the loud noise coming from everything going on, Omega yelled at the top of his lungs to Nexus: "You are up, Nexus!"

With a nod of his aged, slightly-wrinkled face, Nexus took his attention to the magical aura surrounding him and the others, a pure magical essence floating in the air. Nexus focused his mind, and created six separate points of gravity, one in front of each of the Six. The force created was very strong; it began to pull the magic into the points, and formed six compact spheres of magical energy. There was now a glowing orb of light in front of each of the Six.

"I did not actually think that would work…" Cory said to herself in amusement.

"Your turn Cory," Omega spoke to the small black cat. The noise had died down after the orbs were created, leaving a rather eerie silence in the room bathed in the cold white light of the orbs.

"On it," Cory replied as she focused her own energy into each of the six spheres. Her job was perhaps the most difficult one—turning the six orbs of magic into a total of twenty-four. Her specialty was matter—'corporeal' parts of the universe—but what she was trying to work with now was magic, an different entity altogether. But she wasn't nervous. If anything, she was excited; despite how Photon acted, it was really Cory that hated procedures and planning things out. She didn't like to think that the other five were a hindrance to her, weighing her down, but she thought so nonetheless. The disbanding of the Six, for her, was going to be an opportunity to try out a new plan, a new idea that she had been saving for a decade now—though compared to how long she and the others had existed in the universe, that really wasn't much time at all.

Cory continued to focus her strength into each of the spheres, but it was taking its toll on her. Clearly struggling, Omega called out to the other four:

"Focus harder! Give to Cory any remaining magic of yours! I know this is draining, but we really do not have a second chance at this!"

Like five backup generators turning on at once, they all rerouted their magic straight into Cory, assisting her in turning the Elements of Harmony into four separate sets. Everyone was becoming exhausted, even Nexus, but they weren't giving up. The power in the room had increased again, and Omega was honestly surprised that the Genesis wasn't being torn apart in the process; it may be a sturdy magical ark hidden within another dimension, but it too has a breaking point.

Just as the members of the Six were beginning to lose hope, the spheres began to grow. Like an amoeba dividing into two separate cells, each of the spheres of magic split into two that were the same size as the original. With a grin, and new motivation, Cory channeled her strength and energy into the twelve spheres, trying to turn them into twenty-four.

The magical energy in the Genesis was reaching ludicrous levels. Despite the connecting point between the ark's dimension and rest of the universe being less than an atom large, energy was spraying out the minute opening like an entire lake reservoir leaking through a pin-sized hole in the wall of a dam. The pillars and walls of the Genesis began to crack just as the two sets of Elements turned into four.


About one hundred and seventy-five million years later, Twilight Sparkle and Pinkie Pie are eating together outside Sugar Cube Corner.