"Hi everyone, this is my first MLP fic so please go easy on me, if I get something wrong don't hesitate to tell me, reviews are appreciated greatly, okay hope you enjoy the story as much as I enjoyed making it, peace out. lml (^_^) lml

Chapter 1: Ascend from the darkness (prologue).

Darkness. For as long as I have lived that is all I have known. Living in the once prosperous underground city that we called 'Paradise' now been reduced to little more of an ancient ruin, building that once stood tall and strong, carved for the dark red rock from the earth are now in pieces whether from destruction of another living being or simple erosion from the wind, oh, how rude of me to not introduce myself.

My name is… well I never really had a name to begin with, what with me been an orphan and all, so people would always call me 'Kid', at first I didn't like it, it made me feel like I had no identity, but eventually it grew on me and I sort of just stuck with it.

On the day I turned 13 something… unusual happened to me, I once swung my arm out to catch a glass that had fell off after I bumped into my kitchen table, but instead of catching it, the wind picked up and pushed it thus breaking it against the wall, at first I had no idea what happened until I realised that I was the one to do that, after that day I spent years trying to control and understand what I had come to call 'aero-kinetic' abilities, I have the power to manipulate the air around me, I could use it to move things I could never do with my physical strength alone, I could jump higher at least 15ft into the air, I could even hold my breath underwater for hours!

Two years later.

As time passed by things in the city had a swing at going between bad and good repeatedly, such as not having much luck in finding ore, but we'd usually get something good as well like a fresh water spring, it sometimes put people on edge that our luck would run out.

For an entire ten centuries 'Paradise' stood it was a good life there, the natural rivers made by the springs, the lit candles we would put in little paper boats and great festivals we would celebrate and then it all came crashing down, disease spreaded infecting and killing hundreds, but for some reason I was immune to the unknown sickness, no matter if I inhaled the infectious coughs that everyone had or drinking from someone else water cup when not looking, after months of trying to fight the plague the fear everyone held in suddenly exploded, riots broke out, looting became a regular occurrence and rape would be a regular every day thing, it was absolute anarchy.

Weeks passed by as the chaos and death continued, while I simply hid in my hideaway that I made in the rock face of the many walls of the giant subterranean city had to offer, just waiting there curled up in a little ball crying myself to sleep, praying that when I woke up it would have just be some horrible nightmare and everything would be back to normal, that was wasted hope. Then one day I woke up and all was quiet, too quiet, so I peeked out of the well camouflaged entrance to see… nobody, well nobody alive either killed by the plague or each other, corpses littered the once beautiful streets, blood practically painted the walls of the buildings and scorched marks were everywhere showing signs of where fires once were.

One year later.

One year has passed since that day. One year since I buried the bodies of the deceased, making small flags attached too stalactites that I had broken off of to use as little posts, showing where my fallen brothers and sisters now remain, I 'am now the last of the human race and now all I can do is live, shaking my head to be rid of the negative thoughts that plague my mind I now retire back to the library after all there's not much here to do except read, it helps me escape from this place and live in the fantasies I enjoy so much.

Four years later (present).

Ever since that day I spent hours, days, weeks, months and years, searching for a way out of this underground prison, you see I had begun to think, if we were living down here all this time, then surly above us there was life, a few years later I found some books, hidden in the cities counsel room, it spoke of many interesting things, like the 'moon and the 'sun', to big bright objects up in the 'sky', 'grass' and 'trees', these new bits of information intrigued me greatly in which set off my imagination, conjuring up images in my mind of the 'surface'.

I then begun my hunt for every single book, every single detail I could find involving the 'surface', like 'What was up there?', 'How was it up there?', questions just filled my mind until I got a migraine, I managed to focus and organize my thoughts to help supress the pain I had received in my head and asked the one question that mattered most, "How do I get there?" for the past two weeks I searched and I searched, hoping for… something, for the moment I had given up and was resting in the leaders office, running my hands through my mid length dirty blond hair in both exhaustion and frustration, I then slammed my fist against the wall to relieve myself of my anger, when my fist actually went through it, startled by the sudden in caving of the wall I then looked inside to see a small stone box, gingerly taking it out of the new hole I set it down on the floor as if it would shatter, opening the box I saw a piece of parchment and a strange key, reaching in and taking the contents into my hands, the 'key' if you could call it that had a standard key frame, a loop and straight piece connecting each other, but at the end were the teeth should have been was cog with the flat side facing outward, I then looked at the faded paper I held in my left hand and my eyes immediately widened, it was instructions, there is a way to the 'surface' there is a way to actually escape, after I got over my shock I bolted preparing myself, to Ascend from the darkness of this place to the light of the 'surface'.

And now here I am, standing in front of a giant steel vault like door, rust decorating it from years of neglect of maintenance, ruck sack firmly secured to my back, my dirty blond hair a mess, my deep blue eye were calm and determined as I stared down at the one thing separating me from this dark, cold, underground hell, to the 'surface' in what I hope will be a better life, taking in a deep breath I fished out the key from the pocket of my black hooded jacket and inserted the cog piece into the indent in the middle of the door and begun to turn clockwise to put in the lock combination '1', '7', '4', '9', suddenly there was a click, hiss and a pop as the vault door moved towards me thus making me fall unceremoniously onto my ass, then it stopped, the gears and cogs on the wall started to move thus moving the heavy door out of the way, standing up and onto my feet I was surprise to see the door was actually located within a cave, slowly I cautiously stepped out and from there on out I decided to start anew, 'Kid' was no more I have abandoned that name for what it reminder's me of.

I now have a name, a name that is my own; I will never be called the 'Kid' again,

From here on out my name… is "Ventus."

"Well what do you think, like it, hate it, review it, next chapter hopefully will be made in a weeks' time maybe less."

"thanks for reading, PS- in case you don't know Ventus means wind in latin.