the lone isles

by airisolthewhitecoat

Rating: everyone
Tags: Adventure, Crossover
Length: 923

this is a compleetly random notion that i decided to trn into a story, most of the charactors will be made up in cluding the two other princesses

if you want to know just read the first description

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-01-12 17:27:24 UTC

bacon bitz

      Bacon bitz, or BB, for short that’s my name. Anyways let’s get to the story, no procrastinations.

      Today was not important to anyone except to the ponies of Engrimum, a strip of five islands in the southern region. the princess’ and prince were coming. Actually, OH NO, RIGHT NOW!! Have to hurry have to hurry! Right as I came up to the crowd, a pony was screaming and somepony fainted. I could barely make out what a few were saying over all this ruckus, but it sounded like,

   “THE PRINCE IS MISSING!! AHHHHHHHHHH!”, that was screamed in my face.

   I took her by the shoulders and slapped her face, that calmed her down a bit, “Nima! Get yourself together, would you want to show princess Savira, and princess Auquintara that you are not true to your cutie mark?” Her real name was Peppermint Onima Ricornya the First (I don’t get that last part either), but everypony just called her Nima, or Pep.

“Ohhh I just can’t help it!” she said biting her hoof “It’s just that, well, I CAN’T HELP IT!!!!!!” she wailed breaking into tears.

“You know, instead of worrying,” I paused for dramatic effect “No, sthhh, I’m not sure you’d be up to it…”

“What, what is it?” tricking her was waaaaay too easy.

  “You could go help everypony else look for him.”

“I see right through you Bitzy,” she scolded, “ but, thanks, really.” and with that she trotted off (to take my advice of course) As I cantered off to the old church, now my residence and music shack, I caught some idiot trying to fly through my window. So I did the sensible thing, I grabbed his tail in my mouth and yanked. The looser fell to the ground and was promptly knocked unconscious. So and I want to say, my windows aren’t that high, so that was pretty ridiculous, being knocked unconscious and all. After I took him in and slapped him up a bit, so he’d wake up, but also for his idiocy, and to scare him (the list goes on, but in all, I wanted to slap him cause he’s a wimp.) Finally (FINALLY !) he woke up; and then then was a shimmer, and I saw his horn. Yeah, he had a horn and wings. I had just beat up the prince. Greeeeeeeeeeeat that was just what I needed, a ticket to the dungeon in the forest of banishment.

maroon illusio

Urrrg! I HATE these formal events! Most of these actually do end this way, with me being beat up, just not usually in this manner. Hmmm? I wonder if I could use this as an excuse to get out of the next formal event. As soon as I woke up, I saw the prettiest mare I’d ever seen. “Gosh you’re beautiful.” I thought drowsily, wait, she looked taken aback. “By my sister’s tail, did I just say that outloud?”

“‘Fraid so,” cough cough “your highness. Okayifyou’leverforgivemeI’m REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEALLY sorry!” she cringed and turned away, lifting her hoof as If to leave, but not.She seemed to forget my blunder. I smirked (though not in a mean way, I just thought her silly to be this worried, also because I found it endearing when after a while she opened an eye to peer at me)

“Okay,” she said fully turning back, “I know that I just did something really unseemly, but I’m no pony to be taken advantage of.” she said firmly.

“Oh! no, nonono! I was just thinking how silly it is to be afraid of me.” I said putting a hoof behind my neck and smiling. She did the same almost out of instinct, but adding a blush. “Hey, I’ll forget what you did if you forget what I said, okay?” I held out a hoof, she tentatively shook it. She really was beautiful, she had deep green eyes, a long brown, though slightly red mane, and a beautiful light grey coat, almost silver. Oh no! She just said something what to say,  what to say! “Oh,  by the way, my name’s Maroon Illusion, you don’t have to call me your highness any more.” She looked perturbed

  “I know your name, and as I said before, do you want some froth tea?”

“What’s that?” and why do you even call it that?

“It’s something pep whips up, it’s really good.” she motioned for me to follow.

“You’re rather young to be living on your own.” that was a mistake, she immediately turned on me like a rabid piranha.

“Oh yeah!! While you’re not much older than me, but you’re going to inherit a kingdom one day, so you’re not much of one to be talking are you!” she said it so gruffly I backed up.

“Here’s your drink.” she said meekly with her head turned down. “Don’t forget our deal.”

“I didn’t mean anything by it, I’m sorry, really, I am.”

“I-it’s okay, neither did I, and, thanks, ya’ know, for saying sorry. Not many people do, not that they, or you have to. It’s just nice.”

“Hmm, would you like me to walk you to the meeting?” she looked as if she was about to say no, then I added with what I hope was a devilish grin “They’d be less likely to maim me if you were there.”

With a devilish grin on her own face she started to walk past me and as she did she said, “I know what you’re doing, I do it as well.”