The Masked Mare of Mystery

Things didn’t get any better as the trio approached the hospital.  After the spoke to the receptionist (who was rude again, much to Firefly’s dismay), they found Rainbow Strike looking weaker than he was yesterday.

“Good everypony‘s here.” He said cheerfully.

“Dad…” Rainbow Blaze started.

“Son, my time is running out. Now listen. Do you know why you were named Rainbow Blaze?” Rainbow Strike asked.

“No.” Blaze replied.

“It’s because you mother’s family and my family had an age old feud that lasted for quite a while. One night, at a party, we both got wasted and did it. We wouldn’t know the fact until the next morning, and surprisingly, neither of us got mad, maybe because we both knew we couldn’t undo it, or we realized we loved each other. Odds are it was the latter, I can’t remember anyway we both agreed to keep it quiet, but three months afterwards, White Glory got morning sick and we had to fess up. Our families immediately settled their differences and prepared us for the child. When you were born we gave you a named Blaze because both our parents wanted a grandchild named Blaze, and because of that similarity, you brought the two feuding families together.” RS said.

Bifröst stayed silent. He remembered whenever either side of the family got together, they got along so well, that anything that even hinted they were once enemies never cross your mind. All because of one pony.

“Firefly.” Strike said.

“Yes Dad?” Firefly asked.

“I remember when Blaze brought you home to meet us for the first time. I remember the look Glory’s face when she first saw you, she wasn’t ready to hand over her little colt to another mare yet, that’s why she was a bit hostile the first time.” Strike told her.

“I remember that day well.” Firefly replied.

“But after you left, she had to admit Blazy did pick the right one. I knew it from the start of course I told my boy, you did good son, she’s a pretty nice catch.” Rainbow Strike said.

“I knew it too.” Firefly said.

“And was beyond proud when you two had a foal. Rainbow Dash.” Rainbow Strike continued.

The youngest pony stepped forward.

“When I first met you, I knew you were going to take after me and your father as one of the best flyers in Equestria. But I never would have guessed you’d be the first pony to pull of the legendary Sonic Rainboom, much less three times. Then throw in the fact you bare the element of loyalty.” Strike said amazed.

“Aww Gramps, please don’t inflate my ego.” Dash said with a hoof behind her head.

“And modest?, well, were did that came from?” Firefly asked.

“I’d rather not talk about it.” Dash replied.

“My time has come, listen closely. I’m giving you two keys, one opens the door to my house. Under the desk in my study, there’s a loose floorboard. Under that floorboard is box which the second key opens. Within its contents is my will. I trust my last wish will be carried out?” Rainbow Strike asked his son as he held out the keys.

“Yes Dad.” Blaze replied as he took them from his father.

“Good. Then it’s time for me to go, see you all later.” Strike said as he laid his head on the pillow.

“Wait Gramps, you don’t have to…” Dash cried out, but it was too late. Rainbow Strike had flat lined.

The family departed the room in silence with tears in their eyes. Once they told a passing doctor what happened, they set of for the now dead pony’s home. Doing as the elder pony had instructed them, they did indeed find the box and the old pony’s will. Bifröst read it out-loud.

"I Rainbow Strike, wish to be buried in Ponyville alongside my late wife White Glory. The reason being I lived there for a time, the house I lived in at the time I leave to my son Rainbow Blaze and his spouse Firefly. In addition, I also leave to them and their daughter Rainbow Dash…”

Blaze stared at the paper with his jaw fit to fall off his face.

“What?” Firefly asked. She looked over at the will and fainted.

What did he leave us?” RD asked.

Rainbow Blaze showed her the document.

"...my bank account containing.... OVER THREE  TRILLION BITS!!!!!!!!!” Dash exclaimed.

Blaze continued to read, “No doubt wondering how I came to accumulate such a fortune. You see, before I met White Glory, I traveled to the ground, and worked for a rich pony for a while in Manehattan, as a butler. He was hermit at the time, so I became his only friend. At sixteen, he inherited the family business after both his parents were killed in a mugging after going to an Opera.  After working for him for some time, I decided to move to Ponyville, and never heard from him again. About a month after White Glory’s passing, I got word he had died as well, and left me his fortune, which I now pass onto you. Let me leave you with the words he left with me, spend it wisely.”

There was a silence in the room.

“Wow, all that money, why didn’t he tell us earlier?” Dash asked.

“Because money can corrupt even the most honest of ponies. Rainbow Strike was right to only tell us after his passing.” Blaze concluded.

Rainbow Dash was quiet for a moment. She seemed to be thinking about something.

“You can’t tell anypony about it, understand?” Rainbow Blaze asked.

“Yes Dad, it’s just that, I live on my own and…” Dash replied.

“You want to divide it evenly among us, don’t you?” RB asked.

Dash nodded.

“Okay, you’re and adult and I trust you, just do as Dad asked and be smart with your trillion bits, okay?”

“Yes Dad, I will.” Rainbow promised.

“Uuuuuuuggggghhh?” a groggy voice asked.

The two rainbow maned ponies look down to see Firefly start to come around. When she recovered, she got up on all four hooves.

“What I miss?” she asked.