A/N:
Hello, my lovely readers! I have created an account on a website called Archive of Our Own where I will be transferring all my stories. As of now both Burning Flames and Light in the Dark are on hold while I continue working on another project called On an Angel's Wings. My account on Archive of Our Own is also dreamofdestiny234. None of my stories are being cancelled, but Burning Flames is on current hiatus because I have writer's block. You are free to leave comments if you have any suggestions for upcoming chapters. Oh, and because this is supposed to be a chapter…I will be giving you a sneak preview to Chapter 7.
The unicorn stood facing a shadowy section, its ears flicking back and forth. It took a cautious step forward and took to walking down a downtrodden path. "You're late." A stallion's voice rang out. The unicorn smiled as another pony appeared with an annoyed look. "I did come, didn't I?" He asked. The other scowled deeply. "Do you really think this is going to work? You're a unicorn. They won't accept you!" "I thought you wanted to see your brother again." The unicorn said. "I lost him." The other replied angrily.
Feli followed after Ludwig and Inkwell, who were leading him into a room filled with various bright objects. "Uh…why am I here?" The colt asked. "To train." Ludwig answered coldly. "What he means is…we're a team and some members need to fight. We can to see if you can fight." Inkwell told the young pony. Feli's ears laid back against his head as he pawed at the ground. "I…I don't…fight…" He murmured. "Nonsense. Just pick something up," Ludwig spoke. The earth pony handed Feli a small knife, but the colt just stared at it quizzically. "Ludwig, if he doesn't want to—" Inkwell began to say. Feliciano picked up the knife with his teeth and awkwardly flung it, only the blade collided against the floor. The unicorn mare blinked, picking up the small silver object, and placed it back on the rack. "Right…uh, why don't you get something to eat?" She asked the young equine. Feli bounded off to the kitchen, leaving the older ponies by themselves. "This is going to take a while. Maybe he'd be better off healing," Inkwell told the stallion next to her. "The colt can fight. We need more ponies out there." Ludwig told her briskly. "He's not a fighter, Ludwig! You can't expect him to do much if…" Inkwell said. "I can make him." Inkwell rolled her eyes and spoke, "Whatever you say."