The Art of Organised Cheating Part 1

You continue boldly and take a flying leap of faith off the cliff. All sound seems to fade as the wind rushes through your ears. It seems as if Trixie, Lyra, and Colgate has followed you over the edge. Like you, they probably had no choice.

The Pegasus guards, despite their wings, hesitated before diving after you. You shoot a glance up a Trixie, and it seems you two have the same idea in mind. You spread out all your legs to slow your decent and grab Lyra. Trixie grabs Colgate, and you both teleport on the pegasus guards’ backs.

The guards are startled by the maneuver and spiral in all different flight patterns. You all manage to crash land into a huge tree.

Trixie teleports you all to ground level and she books it. You all decide to follow her, not really knowing were she could possibly be going.

You’re all running until night falls. Trixie, being loyal to princess Luna, stops and pays a greeting to the moon, then continues on. It feels like hours of endless galloping and dodging trees.

Suddenly, amidst the darkness of the thick forest, a searchlight appears overhead.

“STOP WHERE YOU ARE!” a voice roars into the forest with a megaphone.

You’re all standing in the blinding light, scared, until Trixie gets an idea.

Trixie quickly finds a way to transmit the police’s radio messages using a piece of wire, a rock, and some magic. It takes all of 12 seconds. She intercepts a message saying: ‘We’ve found four suspects fleeing the scene escaping to Germaney. We’re en route, right above them in the brigade balloon. ’

“Hear that, Twilight Sparkle?” Trixie whispers to you. “They’re in a hot air balloon.”

Quickly, you levitate a rock and fling it towards the origin of the searchlight. You hear a loud ‘clang!’ and see a huge ball of fire.

“MAYDAY, MAYDAY!” Trixie’s makeshift radio screeches, “WE’RE GOING DOWN, WE’RE GOI-zzzzzzzzzzzzzz.” The radio emits nothing but static.

The four of you continue running on until you reach the outskirts of Germaney. You can see a village up ahead, and it appears as if everypony is asleep, since no lights are on.

“So…now what?” Colgate asks. “Get new lives?”

“No.” You say suddenly. “We come up with a plan.”

TO BE CONTINUED IN PT 2