Hello everyone
Here is chapter 1, more like a prologue if anything.
First of all, I'd like to thank everyone who sent in characters, there were a lot of great submissions, but I could only pick a few to be in the story.
(There is however still spots open for other students and children not of the main cast )
Here is the accepted main cast list and the authors who submitted them ( Not counting my OC's )
Willow, daughter of Fluttershy. Submitted by 25th Doctor
Violet, daughter of Rarity. Submitted by MissAmeliaYoung
Rainbow Striker, son of Rainbow Dash. Submitted by ScarletArmory1
Midnight, daughter of Twilight Sparkle. Submitted byImmortalAssassinz
Rosy, daughter of Pinkie Pie. Submitted byImmortalAssassinz
I decided on not having Sunset Shimmer have a child (yet XD) though that may happen some time in future.
Without further ado, I hope you enjoy the prologue, and please leave a review at the end :)
The sounds of his breathing were heard as he ran across the rooftop in pursuit of the darkly cloaked figure ahead. The smell of smoke was coming form up ahead and could be seen billowing up from the distant ledge.
His attention on the one he was pursuing was momentarily distracted by the sound of large bells chiming, loud enough to be heard for miles around, he glanced over to the sight of Big Ben as it's bells sounded out before he turned back and continued onward, his adversary seemed to keep getting further away no matter how fast he ran.
The figure ahead turned back slightly, a grin could be seen on their features before they spoke, their voice muffled and distorted like their appearance.
"Sorry to leave you like this, but I've got a train to catch!" they said before turning back ahead and running faster before leaping over the edge and disappearing from view.
The surroundings began to shift and distort.
He now found himself not high upon the rooftops, but now standing on top of a train carriage, but no ordinary train, this was a steam train, the smoke up ahead continued to rise from the chimney as the sounds of the train chugging along at fast pace along the rails.
He jumped forward atop the carriage cocking his fist back and bringing it down, only for the figure to jump back several feet and dodge it, this caused his fist to slam down into the top of the carriage, however the strength and force behind the punch caused the carriage roof to buckle and give way, his fist going through the metal.
He pulled his fist out and stood up, the wind now blew strongly around him, and standing only a few feet away from the still distorted and cloaked figure. However this quickly changed in a flash as a silver blade met an onyx one.
The cloaked figure quickly swung again, only to be blocked by his silver blade, the two then continued to trade blows, parrying and thrusting, swinging and chopping in a display of skill, all the while the surroundings quickly rushed passed.
Words seemed to be exchanged during their conflict, though they came out muffled and distorted, not being comprehensible.
Various onlookers who caught sight of their duel found themselves shocked at the display as both of them continued their fast paced exchange, combined with their current location made for a sight to behold.
Meanwhile back on the train, he managed to swing his leg out after dodging a thrust and knocked the cloak figure down, he then quickly moved over towards him, keeping his blade ready as he looked at the object he was after, a small cloth pouch tied with string could be seen inside the distorted figure's breast pocket, which was in vivid clarity in contrast to the one holding it.
However before he could reach down to get it, the figure lashed out knocking his blade to the side and kicking out with both his feet, knocking him back and causing him to lose his footing.
Panic and fear momentarily gripped him as he fell back and from the top of the train carriage, the tracks below coming off from even ground and now being raised up above the city streets below by large wooden frames, this meant he didn't have a short way to fall, but a rather long way as he was now looking downwards.
As he fell through the air, a sudden thought came to mind before he rolled in the air and was once again facing the train and raising his right hand, on his wrist was a small device which looked like a wrist bracer of some kind, with a small attachment on it with a cylindrical shape in the middle with a triangular bronze point, obviously custom made, and a second later with a small whistling sound, the device launched the bronze tip, which split out into four sections, forming an X shape harpoon type prong, attached to a length of cable.
The hook flew along and embedded itself into the side of one of the carriages and he found himself hoisted along, the air rushing past him as the trains power pulled him, at the same time the cable gave a small whir as it seemed to be retracting, bringing him further upwards until he reached the carriage edge.
Pulling himself up he then turned back to see the figure turn, looking at him with surprise. Not waiting for the figure to react, he ran along and jumped over the carriage he was on, past the gap and onto the carriage he had been atop previously, reaching down and grasping his sword once more and speeding towards the distorted figure, once again however his blade was blocked by the onyx blade of his opponent.
The muffled and incomprehensible words sounded out again, though this time they began to become more coherent, until he could hear his own voice speaking.
"The power of hatred and anger will never overcome those of friendship and kindness!" he heard himself say before swinging his blade to the side.
The surroundings once again blurred, and his position changed.
His blade once again met the onyx counterpart, only this time the dark blade was glowing an ethereal colour, and even more shocking, it cut through the silver blade like a hot knife through butter.
He then found himself once again kicked off his feet, landing on his back and still grasping the handle of his now ruined blade, he clambered back from the cloaked figure who was advancing on him menacingly with a dark chuckle.
"Now it is over boy! I cannot wait to see the look on your dear mother's face, when she sees what's left of your corpse!" the distorted figure said as they raised the dark glowing blade up high and swung it down in one swift motion.
~BEEP~BEEP~BEEP~BEEP~
Groaning slightly he reached over and pressed the snooze button on the clock which sat next to the bed, his hand then retracting back under the covers for a few seconds before they were thrown off.
Slowing moving over to the side of the bed he gave a soft yawn and stood up. He was a young man in his teens, with a brown tan skin tone, his body was toned and muscled, the product of hard work and exercise, a mop of at the moment bedraggled dark chocolate brown hair sat atop his head, he blinked softly, showing of his light brown eyes.
This was Adam.
Giving a small groan he stood up and walked over towards the curtains, drawing them to the side and letting in the morning sunlight, after that he paused for a moment, taking in the sight of the farm before him.
His mother had moved out of her previous home when her grandmother, Granny Smith had passed away. She and his Uncle Big Mac had bought the farm which was still in town, but gave them a lot more space and room, also giving them the perfect place to expand on their livelihood.
A few moments passed before his peaceful silence was ended by the sounds of rapid knocking on his door, this continued after several moments with no signs of letting up as he couldn't help but crack a small smile as he moved over towards the door and opened it without warning.
This caused the still pyjama clad little girl on the other side to come barrelling into him, he held his stance however and reached down to help her up.
She was his little sister, Honeycrisp, she was seven years old, and was clad in yellow pyjamas with butterfly's printed on them. She had blond hair and green eyes, and had a few freckles on her cheeks, making her a younger mini me replica of their mother.
Adam however had taken after his father in looks, as well as picking up his accent, unlike his mother and little sister, who spoke with a southern drawl, he possessed an Australian accent.
Another reason for the siblings differences, as the fact that while they had the same mother, they did not posses the same father. Adam's father had left them when be was six, his mother having divorced him. She then met Honeycrisp's father four years later and over time developed a relationship with him, another two years passed before the birth of Honeycrisp.
Though that marriage was not meant to last either, as their mother kicked him out a year latter after discovering he had been having an affair with another woman, he soon after left the country eloping with her, and leaving his daughter fatherless.
Honeycrisp was not aware of any of this, and believed she and Adam shared the same father, an idea both he and their mother were happy to indulge until she was older, when they felt she was ready for the truth.
Smiling down at the younger girl, Adam spoke up.
"And just what, may I ask, where you doing knocking on my door so early?" he asked with amusement as she looked up at him.
"It's the first day of school! I was just makin sure you didn't sleep in again, Mama wouldn't be happy" she said smiling up at him before letting out a small squeal as she was lifted up off the ground and deposited on her older brother's shoulders.
"Well I guess I won't need that alarm clock then if you're volunteering for the job little sis" he said smiling as she giggled holding on to his head as he exited his room.
After putting his sister down in her room, Adam quickly made his way to the bathroom to take a shower. All the while he kept thinking of the strange dream he had, it had seemed so real, some dreams felt that way normally, but there was something about the dream he had that stuck with him, the details he picked up, as well as the ones that seemed obscured, he couldn't stop thinking about it.
Half an hour later, the two siblings were both washed and had changed out of their pyjamas and into more casual clothing, Honeycrisp was wearing a blue dress with a white shirt, her hair done in a braided ponytail thanks to their mother.
Adam was wearing a pair of blue jeans with an apple shaped belt buckle, a white T-shirt underneath a red chequered long sleeved shirt that was unbuttoned and open, and had the sleeved rolled up to his elbows, and a pair of boots.
The two sat at the kitchen table eating cereal, Adam looking up to check the clock, they were meant to leave shortly to go to school, he was going to drop of Honeycrisp on the way to Canterlot High.
"Morning You two" came a voice entering the kitchen, walking into view was their mother, Applejack.
The mother of two had changed since her high school days, she still dressed relatively the same, still wearing her trademark Stetson atop her head, a white shirt with the sleeved rolled up with green collars and accents, but now not fully buttoned up as she used to, revealing some of her larger bust and cleavage as well as some of her midriff, and a pair of blue jeans with her apple belt buckle, and cowboy boots.
She had also grown her hair out more, going down a lot longer then before, to her waist, and held in a tie down near the bottom, her hips were wider than they were when she was a teenager, and her face had gotten slightly more rounder, but she was no less beautiful and her body was strong from her work she did on the farm.
"Morning Mum" Adam replied after swallowing a mouthful of cereal.
"Good morning Mama" Honeycrisp said sweetly as Applejack gave them both a kiss on the head before walking over to the fridge and pulling out a small bottle of apple juice, cracking it open and taking a few sips.
"You still able to drop your sister off at school this mornin?" she asked looking up at Adam, who nodded in confirmation before pausing and looking at Honeycrisp who nodded to him quickly.
This caused Applejack to raise an eyebrow before her son spoke up.
"Um, we were thinking that maybe, instead of taking the truck...maybe we could...well Honeycrisp wanted to know really, if we could-" Adam began, only for Applejack to cut him off, realising where this was going.
"No way, nu-uh, don't even think about it" she said crossing her arms.
"Oh but come on Mum, it'll be fine" Adam argued. "I'm not gonna go doing anything stupid with Honeycrisp with me" he said as Honeycrisp looked over at their mother with wide pleading eyes.
"Please Mama!" she begged clasping her hands together, causing Applejack's expression to waver, the cuteness radiating from her youngest child breaking down her stern defence.
"Ohhh, alright fine" Applejack said after a few moments of silent debate.
"Yay, thank you thank you thank you!" Honeycrisp repeated as she ran over and hugged her mother around the waist, causing her to smile and return to the gesture.
Adam smiled at his sister's antics before he picked up his now empty bowl and walked over to the sink.
(Ten minutes later)
Honeycrisp was waiting out the front of their house, holding the straps of her blue backpack as she shifted back and forth on her feet in excitement, she grinned as she saw Adam suddenly walk around into view, wheeling with him a Harley Davidson motorcycle.
More specifically, a 1963 Harley Davidson Duo Glide FLH, it was a mixture of black and red components, and was a gift from Adam's uncle on his fifteenth birthday, his paternal uncle on his father's side. Despite the fact his mother and father divorced and were not on good terms, his father's brother was still a welcome member of the family, and would always visit at least twice a year from Australia, if not more so when he could.
Adam loved the bike, and rode it whenever he got the chance, Honeycrisp loved it also, and would jump at the chance for Adam to let her ride with him, he had done so a few times around the farm, and once outside of it when their mother had been away for the day, but it was a rare occurrence.
"Ok, here you go" he said, passing her a motorcycle helmet her size, which she promptly put on properly before scrambling up onto the seat just before he sat down, adjusting his own helmet momentarily.
"Ok, now hold on tight, don't want you fallin off now, do we?" he asked teasingly as she giggled and wrapped her arms around his midsection firmly.
A few moments passed before the engine roared to life and they slowly moved forward before the bike slowly picked up speed and began its journey outside the farm.
(Later: Canterlot High)
The journey to Honeycrisp's school had gone without incident, and he had dropped her off only a few minutes ago before continuing on to his school, having the luxury of picking up speed a bit now that his sister wasn't doubling on the back, Adam now climbed off his bike as he had parked it in the student parking area.
As he got his bag, he looked around and saw the slow pace of students making their way inside before the first bell, taking off his helmet he ran a hand through his hair and reached into his bag, pulling out a Akubra hat, it was a lighter brown colour with a darker coloured band.
Placing it on his head and adjusting it, he strung his backpack over his shoulder and proceeded towards the school entrance.
Though as he reached the steps he paused, glancing back towards the statue out the front of the school.
The events of the dream he had the previous night once again resounding in his head.
After a few seconds he shook it off however, and walked up the steps and inside, wanting to shift his focus to the day ahead.
So there you have it, the prologue is complete
Normal chapters will probably be longer than this, my average chapter word count on other stories is usually 4-5 thousand plus ( sometimes going up to 10,000 plus or more XD )
I hope you all enjoyed this, and if you wish to leave a review you can do so below.