A New Lord of Chaos

Grand Galloping Gala T minus 18:00

I have eighteen hours until the gala starts and Rainbow Dash is being a depressing bitch. Granted she had a lot to be pissed about: One, I kidnapped her. Two, I turned her into a human. Three, she figured out I was feeding her meat, damn chicken nachos. Four, I think she is figuring out that all of the out fits I put her into are kind of slutty from the way I keep looking her over.
So all and all the last four hours have sucked. At least she has locked herself in her room now rather than following me around giving me the stink eye any more. I was sitting in my security room going over some final traps and alarms. “Maybe add more of those transformation spells but not to human that would get boring. I would be funny seeing them change back and forth watching them get frustrated.”

Looking up at the clock, I saw the time and got ready.

Grand Galloping Gala T minus 15:45

Sitting and waiting for Twilight Sparkle to turn in for the night sucked, she didn’t go to bed until all most 2am and my bag was cutting into my shoulders. ‘For crying out loud she has a party to get ready for in the morning and she doesn’t go up to bed until two. I’m just glad the dragon is more sensible. From my hiding spot, I watched him curl up in his basket almost three hours ago. Another hour then I go in.’

Grand Galloping Gala T minus 14:45

Another hour in slow silence. No lights came on in the library for the past hour a good sign. I make my way down to street level from my hiding place. The street was as quiet as a grave good. I made my way over to the entrance. Checking the door I found it unlocked. ‘Dam these ponies are dumb. Who doesn’t lock the door at night.’

I opened the door slowly lifting it up in its hinges an old trick for keeping any door from squeaking. It glided open soundlessly. I took my shoes and socks off. Spreading my toes too further distribute my weight I crept forward.

In the soundless void that was the main level of the tree, my own breathing sounded like heavy wind as spikes of adrenaline sharpened my senses. I paused. ‘Remember take it slow you have all the time in the world to do this. A good cat burglar never rushes until their out the door.’ Three deep breaths later, I was ready to move again. I was half-tempted to hum the mission impossible theme, but realized that would make noise.

Creeping my way further into the library, I found the case. I take another deep breath. I look the case over again checking to see if anything was different from the past few days. All six elements were there but something was different. Another shot of adrenaline and I forced myself to stop again. I spent the next thirty minutes going over the case. I started at the base and worked my way up. I could feel no magic coming of the case itself. The glass wasn’t fastened to the base. It wasn’t until I was completely sure that there were no alarms I could find that I noticed what had scared me. The elements were in a different order. They must have been taken out of the case and put back sense the last time I looked at them. Crisis averted.

‘Time to get to work.’ Slowly I wrapped my arms around the glass top of the case. I slowly began to lift. The glass rose slowly. When I got the lid off and clear of the elements I pivoted and set the glass down as gently as I could. ‘Now the tricky part.’
Reaching forward I poked the element of loyalty. I sat there for a few seconds waiting to see if anything would happen. I had no idea if I could even handle the elements physically. When nothing happened, I felt that it was rather anticlimactic. I moved my hand over the element of generosity. ‘Let’s see how generous you really are time to give me the stone.’

Picking up the necklace I tried to figure out how the, stone was set. ‘Not a prong, not pave, not bezel, and not channel. Dam worst-case scenario. I can’t take the jewels out of them I have to take them all.’

This was something I absolutely did not want to do. Taking all of them left no way to hide the theft. I had not planned on leaving decoys I was hoping that taking one or two of the gems themselves would go unnoticed.

Unslinging my pack, I untie the top and draw it open. As quickly and as quietly as I could I began lowering the elements into the bag. Generosity, laughter, kindness, loyalty, magic, and honesty all accounted for. I drew the bag closed and tied it up again. Lifting the lid back up off the ground was easier than taking it off the pedestal. Now that I didn’t have to worry about knocking anything onto the ground while moving it. Not even a minute later I was done.

Moving over to where I left my shoes I just picked them up walked right out the front door and shut it silently behind me.
I walked down the street for about a block and then teleported myself home.

I appeared right in my throne room. I walked to the hidden door and opened it. As I shut the Torus door, I made my way over to Libra. Entering my treasury, I put each element upon its corresponding bust. Looking around I felt rather poor. I had a grand treasury but no treasure.

“How to solve this problem?” Tapping my chin, I continued to muse out loud. “I don’t feel like fighting a dragon to take the hoard. If I just make more, it becomes almost worthless. I hated mining no matter which game I played back home. That reminds me conjure up a computer I miss playing Bethesda games.” I kept the steady stream off no coming from my mouth for what seemed like an hour before I had an idea.

Walking over to the first pit, I use my magic to add a sign over it saying Coppers. I then move down the line adding Silver, Gold, and finally Gems. Experimenting with my magic not the best idea but this should be interesting. I was trying to make it so any lost money would appear in the pit. My first two tries got me nothing. My third attempt somehow summoned an old looking armored chariot. It was covered in rust, and seaweed as if I had summoned it from the bottom of a lake.

“Okay that was defiantly lost, but what’s in it?” Walking over to the door on the back, I give it a sharp tug. “Dam this thing is old.” I had ripped the handle and the lock out of the door. Working from there, I removed the door to find. Nothing. “Dam it. Time to try again.”

Turns out, the seventh time is the charm. Slowly coins of every size and shape began dropping out of the sky like rain. Giving it a quick glance, I see that I need to move the signs.

I reach to grab the gold sign when a large bag with a symbol I don’t recognize clips me in the arm flipping me into the pit. ‘Damn duck lied. Gold coins are not like water.’ I hurt. Most of my body was felt like the time I got clipped by that car waiting for the school bus. Luckily, nothing was bending in the wrong direction and I could feel the bones and muscles realigning in my body.
I reached down and flipped over the bag that caused this little bout of pain. It read First Equestrian Bank of Manehattan and in the middle was a large B with two slashing bars going across it at the diagonal. ‘Guess someone knocked over a bank.’

Now I just have to wait until Twilight and the others try to attack….

“FUCK! They don’t even now I did anything!”