Author's Note: Hello! Torch here, this is a collab with a friend {PurpleDireWolf2015 of Chickensmoothie}. All OCs belong to us, blah blah blah. Updates will come as they are finished.
Disclaimer: Neither of us own My Little Pony.
Chapter 1: The Freedom's Flame
Freedom Fire rushed over the hot, flat desert. Overhead, the vultures soared, waiting for something to die. Not today, featherbrains! He thought with a smirk. Freedom had always enjoyed racing the stupid death-birds across his desolate home. His wings felt cool in the wind, bit he knew that would change if he slowed down at all. His fire-red coat and yellow mane stood out greatly against the cracked, dry soil. Freedom enjoyed the desert. Well, most of the time. It got a bit boring after a while. And Freedom Fire had been there two months. All I want, He thought, is a change in scenery. Yes. That sounds nice. A change in scenery.
As night fell, Freedom Fire became more focused on meeting up with Dragonshield in the town 29 miles west. Ah, the deserted town with no name. Their favorite place to meet up. It was out of the way, obscure, and abandoned; perfect for the two friends to find each other. Freedom would always receive a hawk from the knight, in code, of course, that told him what day to meet up on. Of course, the two friends, when they are together (as their travels force them to part a lot), are next to inseparable. Allegedly, this month, his friend was bringing along a partner from his line of work. Freedom sighed. He hoped he wasn't being replaced. The traveler angrily rubbed the two sticks together in attempt to make a fire. After several tries and failures, he finally made a flame large enough to stay alight for a good whie instead of five seconds. Growing extremely tired, Freedom Fire curled up next to his newly created campfire and slept heavily.
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Freedom Fire awoke to stiff wings. Now he regrets sleeping on the hard, dry clay of the desert. Getting up, the muscular stallion noticed that the sun was almost up and the fire had, based on it's heat and embers, gone out long ago. He quickly packed up his belongings, ready to fly in only a few short minutes. Slinging his pack over his back, he galloped off as the sun rose and the day warmed.
After about two hours, Freedom Fire got bored with the scenery. I mean, it's nice and all, but it is boring as hay. He thought, nimbly dodging a cactus. I can describe the scenery in a few words: Dirt, Dirt, Rock, Cactus, Cactus, Dirt. There. Desert described in less than ten words. He sighed. Only a bit more of this infernal desert and they would be off. Off to save the world, off to hunt for treasure, off to fight mythical creatures... And most importantly: Out of the southern desert. Arrgh! He thought. Why do I keep thinking about this stupid place!? Coming out of his thought cloud, he saw the thing that he had traveled two days to visit: The abandoned town. Freedom Fire grinned. "At last!" He shouted, his voice echoing a good distance. He braced for landing; he was coming in fast and hard, this was honor-bound to hurt. But then he spotted the ever shiny armor of his best friend and grinned. He couldn't be unhappy for long; he got to see his best friend who he hadn't seen in several months. He slammed into the ground, rolled a few times, and tackled his close friend. "Hiya, Draco!" He said with a silly grin. "Hello, Free. Nice to see you, too." Dragonshield said, using his magic to remove his helmet. "Do you mind getting off of me? Being pinned is not comfortable at all, you know."
Freedom Fire nodded, he understood and jumped off, but not without regaining his silly grin. He had been pinned down many times before. Suddenly, a mare's voice called from behind. "Am I interrupting something?"