Prologue
Our story beings like many others, with the beginning of a celebration. The Summer Sun Celebration to be precise with our friend, and resident party fanatic, Pinkie Pie, in charge of organizing the jubilee for all of Ponyville. Surprisingly, this was the first time for our dear Pinkie Pie to be in charge of an event of such magnitude and to her credit, she was genuinely worried of how she was going to make it the something worth putting down in the history books. But that's when it hit her, the party-planning princess of Equestria was nothing if not resourceful, and by resourceful, I mean she had more than a few favors she could call in, one being more important than the others.
It was day one of the Summer Sun Celebration and preparations were nearly complete as Pinkie Pie and her armies of volunteers were making the finishing touches across Ponyville and on the newly built stage retro-fitted to the side of the town library in the center. But they haven't arrived yet thought Pinkie Pie as she paced the length of the stage to and fro frantically going over every reason why her main attraction had yet to come
Maybe they never got my letter
Maybe they got lost
Maybe they got attacked by the great monkey warriors of the third dimension!
Each random thought and excuse came to her faster and more absurdly than the last and continued until she had created a well-trodden rut in the stage. It would have been much worse for not the sudden calling of her name from afar in a voice she had not heard in many years.
"Heeeeyyyy! Pinks! How'ya doin' little girl"? The greetings came from behind Pinkie Pie in a urban accent, one that would not have been found out of place in cities like Vanhoover and other places so far north; she immediately whipped her head around to see the answer to her prayers.
Said answer came in a form of a lone pony from her filly-hood and a cart, the cart was a simple wooden cart meant to haul supplies and little else and in no regards was it interesting or appealing to the eye aside from the fact that there was nopony pulling it; as it were, it was being pushed along quite effortlessly by magic. What was interesting however, was the pony on top of the cart seemingly controlling the moving cart by the glow of his horn. The pony in question was of an average height and build at about 4' 6" with long silver hair and a pale white coat and a pair of aviators covering his eyes with a long tail of the same silvery color and a horn that extended nearly 10 inches. Yet his most intriguing feature was his lack of a cutie mark; just as Pinkie Pie remembered.
"Spear!" Pinkie Pie exclaimed and made like a pink bullet to the top of the cart as it neared the stage and embraced the incoming colt in a bone-crushing hug.
"Wassup, Pinks?" was the only thing the new pony was able to choke out from the constrictions of the embrace.
"What-is-up? EVERYTHING IS UP! THE BANNERS, THE POSTERS, THE CAKE, PIES, CANNONS, EVERYTHING IS UP AND I FEEL TERRIBLE!" Pinkie took a deep breath, and put her face so close to Spear's that their foreheads were touching, "I THOUGHT YOU GUYS WEREN'T GOING TO MAKE IT AND I WAS GOING TO HAVE TO COME UP WITH SOMETHING EQUALLY SUPER FANTABULOUS TO MA-". Spear broke the hold and promptly put his two hooves over Pinkie Pie's mouth as she continued to ramble on within the confines of her own lips.
"Sorry, we got here so late, we were… held up a few towns back" Spear leaned closer to Pinkie Pie as he felt her own mouth still moving, most likely spouting out more ideas on how she'd try to make up for Spear's supposed absence, Spear used one of his hooves to remove his sunglasses and leaned in closer so that Pinkie's pale blue eyes would be fixated on his own stormy gray ones, "but we're here now and that's what matters, right?"
Pinkie's mouth had finally begun to slow down and she slowly nodded her head up and down. Satisfied, Spear released her and asked, "Now, what were you saying?" to let her finish her outburst. "I was asking, where are your brothers?" Pinkie shook her head and continued in a-matter-of-fact tone, "Gosh, you should really learn to not ramble so much and not interrupt people." The white colt rolled his eyes and smiled, "Kay has gone off to find Sen I think, wherever that little guy is, playing hero most likely."
