Her hooves made no sound as she ran, the ground was too soft. The tall white pillars attached to ancient buildings offered no sense of comfort to the fleeing mare. They just shifted with the breeze, never falling, never changing, like they have been for centuries. Cloudsdale, so perfect, so serene, the perfect testament of the proud Pegasus race, some have even said it used to fly.
The mare paid no attention to this though. She needed to get away. She needed to hide, before He found her. For He had a reputation, a reputation that every good looking mare in Cloudsdale knew, and he would get away with it too, for being a part of the Council always had its perks.
Her name is Viola Crescendo, and even though she never considered herself to be pretty or sexy, most Stallions and even a few Mares would disagree. With her jet black mane and tail that perfectly matched her light brown coat, and her emerald eyes, she was quite stunning. If you were to ask her to tell you about herself, she would reply by saying she was just an average earth pony that had a knack for playing the violin. She then would gesture to her cutie mark which was just a bow in front of a sheet of sheet music. She didn’t think that she was special or that she was the most important pony in the world. Humble is an almost perfect word to describe her, humble.
The muscles in Viola’s legs groaned as she rounded another street corner, and she stopped at the building in front of her. The Council building of Cloudsdale, large and intimidating, it was made with pure white stone and in the style of the ancient cloud structures in attempt to make it blend in to the natural cloud structures that flanked its sides. It failed, a building that was supposed to show the greatness of the government and imbed its citizens with a sort of national pride, was just an intimidating menacing eyesore. In front of the building was a statue, made of the same white stone, of the three races of ponies on a raised pedestal that would tower over even the tallest stallion. Unicorn, Earth, and Pegasus, below it was a plaque inscribed with “All together we build our world.”
Viola looked around frantically for a guard pony or any pony for that matter to help her, but to no avail. This was His doing. He would never admit it Himself but He loved it when they ran, so He always took precaution. ‘Oh why didn’t I listen to my friends?’ she mentally berated herself. ‘They told me not to take this job, but no I told them I didn’t believe all the rumors about Him and that surely all he wanted from me was to simply play a private concert.’
The rattle of metal against metal turned her blood cold. She ducked behind the statue and cowered low to the ground. Then He appeared, casually like nothing was wrong. He was not tall, nor small, not fat, yet not skinny. His coat was of the darkest blue, and his mane was of the deepest purple. His eyes were harshly set with the lightest of blue irises. His wings short and stubby almost nonexistent, if it wasn’t for the black and purple metal grafted into them to make them look like normal wings, you would just think they were growths, as is the case for the majority of Pegasi. His name is Lord Storm, 3rd seat to the Council of Cloud.
He sniffed the air and sighed happily. “Oh Viola, sweet, sweet Viola, your little concert for me was simply divine. If it was played at the Grand Hall of Cloudsdale, I’m sure it would have been the talk of the town.” he said with a gentle smile, but gentleness was a lie. His eyes gave it away harsh, cold, uncaring. “You know my dear. I could make that happen you know. Just one word from me and you could be playing at the premiere place of Cloudsdale, and I can guarantee you a sold out show. All you have to do is come out.” he smirked. He sniffed the air again and gave a toothy grin. ‘Ah, nothing like the smell of a pretty scared mare, to get the blood gushing,’ he thought to himself as he headed towards the statue.
She bolted, but he was too fast. He slammed a hoof into her chest knocking the air out of her, sending her to the ground on her back. “Oh! I’m so sorry my dear! I only meant to grab you in a sweet embrace.” He looked down on her. “Here, let me help you up.” He kicked her hard the side. She groaned and rolled over curling into the tightest ball she could make. Her eyes welled up in tears. She tried to fight them back. To not give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry, she failed. “Oh Viola shh, shh…” He sat down on his haunches and ran a hoof through her hair soothingly. He grinned. “I’m so sorry. I merely tripped, there is no need to cry. We wouldn’t want your pretty face to get stained with tears now would we?” His voice was gentle, but that was all that was gentle about him. He sat back up, “Now come on, get up.” He kicked her again, and again, and again, and again.
Viola cried and screamed in pain as each blow hit her. She felt bones break, bruises form, blood seep from her body, and just when she thought she was about to black out,
He stopped, and began to laugh. A deep nerve shattering laugh that made any hope Viola still had in getting away dissolve. He stopped his laughing, leaned in close to her ear, and whispered, “I’ve enjoyed our little fun so far Viola, but trust me I’m going to enjoy this even more.” He gave her cheek a quick nuzzle, and lick. She cringed.
Storm walked around Viola in a small circle inspecting her. Viola didn’t move. Her eyes filled with fear, just watched him as he made his way behind her. He grabbed her by her waist and lifted her hind quarters off the ground, and positioned her so she was on full display for him. She didn’t resist, she didn’t have it in her anymore. She only hoped it would be quick. He stepped over her and she felt it brush against her. She started to cry again. He smiled filled with lust, and positioned himself for entry.
Then he froze.
The sound of somepony whistling assaulted his ears. It was a gentle tune but yet it also had hate within it.
Viola laid immobile underneath Lord Storm, not daring to move. Yet she sought out the source of the sound. A snow white unicorn stallion with a deep red man and tail slowly came into her vision. The unicorn stopped and ceased his whistling as he regarded the scene before him. Viola almost swore that the Unicorn had an amused smile upon his face when he looked at Lord Storm.
“If you know what’s good for you peasant, you’ll turn around and leave right now.” Lord Storm growled out.
“And why in Equestria would I do that Stormy? I mean I was out looking for you after all, but I must admit I wasn’t planning on running into you in such a…predicament.” He smiled.
“Wha, What? You were looking for…Boy do you have any idea WHO I AM!”
“Lord ‘Reggie’ Storm, 3rd seat on the Cloudsdale Cloud Council. One of the three council members that is in charge of the Guard. You’re also a big patron of art and music here in Cloudsdale for obvious reasons.” He eyed Viola. “Can’t really blame you I guess, she is quite the looker.”
“Now see here you little...”
“Let’s see what else?” he interrupted Storm. “Well it is widely believed you killed your own parents for political reasons, but there is no evidence to support this. But we both know it was you don’t we Stormy. There was also once a group of Mares that were forming a court case against you. The charges were of course rape and just before they were about to go public with it all the Mares in question just disappeared along with any evidence they might have had. Now isn’t that just the weirdest thing. What do you think Stormy?”
“How do you know about...” Storm shook his head and glowered at the unicorn. “What I think you peon is that you’re starting to get on to my last nerve! Now I’m going to give you one last chance to turn around and forget everything you have seen here and leave!” Lord Storm said, his voice as cold and unfeeling as his demeanor. He stepped away from Viola and slowly made his way towards the White Unicorn.
“I really can’t do that, besides I know you really don’t plan on letting me leave here do you?”
“Hmph, you’re smarter than you look Unicorn.” Lord Storm replied with a wicked smile. He unfurled his metallic wings revealing their extremely sharp bladed edge, and went into a full speeded gallop at the Unicorn.
Lord Storm began to laugh as he drew closer to the Unicorn. The Unicorn didn’t move. The edge came right next to the Unicorns neck, and stopped. The Unicorn looked right into Storm’s eyes. As the Pegasus struggled to move panic quickly spreading.
“How…wha…why can’t I move…how are you…doing this?” the Pegasus stuttered in fear.
The Unicorn only walked off to the side of Storm and examined Storms right wing. “This is actually really good craftsmanship here Stormy, but of course I guess you could afford wing work like this right? One of the benefits being a noble I guess.” He said. He grabbed unto the dull edges of Storm’s wing and gave it a little tug. “Hey Stormy, do you know why Pegasi can’t fly anymore? Do you know why the majority of Pegasi that are born now a day have stunted wings or in a few cases no wings at all? Do you know why you can’t walk on airborne clouds like your ancestors could before? Cause I do. I mean the majority consensus is that we are just in a transition of an evolutionary phase. Every generation Unicorns horns get smaller, Earth Ponies lose a bit more of their connection to the ground, and Pegasi wings get smaller and smaller, Hell there are full grown ponies out there that don’t even have a cutie mark.”
“We are all slowly making our way to one single new species of pony. That’s what they say.” He chuckled. “That’s a nice thought, but that’s not the reason why. The reason why is so absurd to them that they would not even consider it.”
“What the hell are you prattling on about you lunatic?”
“I’m not a lunatic, if anything you’re the lunatic,” he muttered underneath his breath as he gave Storm’s wing a harder tug. He sighed and let go of Storm’s wing. “What is currently holding you in place Stormy?” He asked walking back in front of Storm.
“How in Equestria should I know you…?” Storm stopped his eyes widened in understanding. “Who are you?” he whispered.
“Oh who am I? I thought you would never ask.” The Unicorn sat down and clapped his front hooves in glee. Then Storm’s right wing cracked in half. Exposed hollow bones grafted into fake metal shaped wings leaked blood all over Storm’s right side. Storm tried to scream but his mouth could not open.
“Sorry Storm, can’t really have you screaming now could we? I mean a screaming mare running down the street near your house and the council building in the middle of the night, that doesn’t draw suspicion. It never does in this neighborhood, but a screaming stallion. Now that’s another story.” The Unicorn said with a stern gaze. Storm started to hear a buzzing in his head, as he noticed the Unicorns horn start to glow.
“Once there was a Dragon that lived blissfully in the sky
Arrogant to the turmoil below
Then one day he did look down
And saw all the ponies down below
Mistreated
Oppressed
Blindly following the orders of their sister queens
The Sun and the Moon
This filled the Dragon with sadness to no end
And filled him with rage
He went down and gave up his form
Becoming a pony himself
He raised an army
Took down the sky
Killed love on crystal steps
He tricked the Moon
And watched it die
He Unleashed Chaos and Truth
And on the grandest day in the Sun’s year
He stormed her castle and hunted her
And on the tallest tower the Sun did plead for her life
He answered with bladed edge and a decapitation in the night
And when it was all said and done the Dragon did disappear
Only leaving these parting words
‘If need be I’ll come again’”
The Unicorn sickly sang. As the buzzing in Lord Storm’s head worsened, his left wing split in two. Blood, bone, and metal feathers rained onto the ground. Storm looked at the Unicorn more afraid than he had ever been in his life, as the Unicorn leaned into his ear and whispered, “I’ve come back for all of you.”
“I should have let her go,” is the last conscious thought Lord Storm ever had, as a force hit him sending him sprawling to the ground.
Viola watched all of this off to the side her eyes growing heavy. The exhaustion from her mad dash in the night and the blows her body took finally catching up to her and, as she slowly faded into unconsciousness “Was that magic?” was her final thought.
In the early morning of a new day a pony did scream aloud in front of the council building statue. For a Pegasus stallion with a coat of the darkest blue and a mane of the deepest purple did lie against it, in a bloody heap. His shattered pointed metal feathers were staked into his flesh pinning him against the pedestal of the statue, leaving him in full display for anypony who looked. His mouth was wired shut, and his eyes opened glazed over and distant with no hope of ever changing. Above his head written in his own blood, “And the Dragon did reappear one day and what he saw reignited the call of war” was stained into the stone.
“What our ancestors referred to as magic has to be some kind of device or chemical reaction that we somehow lost knowledge of during the passage of time.”
-Professor of science at Canter University
“Sorry you had to see that…
If you saw that…I really don’t know when you passed out.
Hopefully you missed the…well never mind.
…
I should probably deal with your wounds before I move you.
You are bleeding quite a bit, nothing life threatening though.
I’m sorry you got involved in this.”
Viola’s eyes opened wide and she bolted right up. She looked around the room she was in with its mess of discarded sheet music that was piled on a desk right next to half empty bottles of whiskey and brandy. The walls were bare except for a single picture of an elderly black mare that hung next to the cracked open closet door. She could spy a few bow ties hanging through the crack. She looked down at herself and saw that she laying in a king size bed and was wrapped up in a light red blanket that was faded from all its repeated washes.
“My room? How did I…was it just a dream?” she silently muttered to herself.
She untangled herself from her blanket and gave her body a once over.
No bruises, no cut’s, no lingering soreness in her body.
“Yes, a dream. That has to be it, it was all a dream. There is no way… that could have been real. It was all just a really bad dream,” she reassured herself.
Viola smiled and hopped out of her bed. “Yes after my private concert for Lord Storm last night I must have been so exhausted that I walked home half asleep and immediately passed out when I got in. Yes that’s it, and that dream was just brought on by all those silly rumors my friends kept telling me about him. He was such a gentlecolt to me there is absolutely no way he’s a psychotic rapist like all those rumors say,” she thought to herself as she made her way to her bathroom. She turned on her faucet and splashed some water on her face to help wake herself up. She noticed the distressed state of her mane in the mirror. She grabbed her brush and gave it a few runs through her hair to straighten it out. Content with her appearance she flashed a small smile at her reflection before she left the bathroom in search of some breakfast. She walked down the short hallway that connected her bedroom and bathroom with the rest of the small apartment in which she lived. She rounded the corner into her small living room and stopped.
Lying on her worn red couch with its back turned to her was a black coated, brown maned Earth Pony stallion. On his flank was a picture of a pint glass filled with a yellow cloudy liquid with a healthy head of foam on top. Viola stood and stared at the stallion as he silently snored into the couches upholstery. Gathering her wits she loudly cleared her throat, “AHEM.”
The stallion did not stir.
Frowning she walked up to the snoring stallion and poked him rather hard in the side.
“Five more minutes,” he mumbled into the couch.
Viola rolled her eyes. “You will either get up now. So you can tell me who you are, or you can tell me when the Guard drags you off,” she spoke loudly as she poked him hard in the side again.
The stallion groaned and rolled over. He opened his eyes. His brown irises stared into Viola’s green ones. “They call me IP” he offered her a friendly smile.
“Okay IP, why were you asleep on my couch?”
“Well it was pretty late once I finally got you home and into bed, so I thought you wouldn’t mind if I crashed on your couch for the night.”
Viola gave him a confused look. “You brought me home last night?”
“Yea, you must have drank pretty hard last night. Cause I found you passed out in an alleyway a couple blocks away. Luckily I found your saddle bag nearby and was able to figure out where you live thanks to your ID. Sleeping off a night of hard drinkin in an abandoned alleyway is never fun. I should know,” he chuckled.
“Drinking? Passed Out? I…I don’t remember doing any of that.”
He sat up on the couch and shrugged. “Not really surprising. I mean like I said, you were pretty far gone when I found you. You were even mumbling in your sleep every now and then. It was something about magic, and a unicorn, or something like that.”
“Unicorn? Magic?” Viola’s blood went cold.
“Yup, so how are you feeling? Hungover at all?”
“No…I don’t have a hangover,” she absent mindedly said as she walked over to the other side of the room and turned on a small T.V. set.
“What are you doing?”
“Oh, nothing… Nothing… So umm IP why were you wandering around the streets of Cloudsdale last night?” she asked as she fiddled with the TV’s remote.
“Well actually I had just gotten into to town last night. I was looking for an affordable hotel room when I stumbled on you.”
“I see, I see.”
“Yea, I gonna be in town for a couple of weeks for business purposes. You see I run a small…”
Viola’s eyes were wide.
Her mouth shut into a thin line.
Her ears were perked up in attention, but she did not hear what IP said.
She could only hear the TV and the mare reporting in front of a statue that was covered in blood.
“It has been confirmed by the Council and the Guard that the stallion that was found pinned to the Council Statue earlier this morning was indeed Council Member Lord Storm. There is no mentioned on how or why such a crime was committed, but the current theory is terrorism. But the investigation is still ongoing. The Council has stated that they currently have no comment on the situation. More on this story as it develops.”
“Hey are you alright? Hey answer me,” IP said as he shook Viola knocking her out of her stupor.
“Ah not a dream… Really happened… Oh God… ” she babbled. Her eyes went wide and she looked around frantically, she tried to bolt but IP grabbed onto her and held her in place. “I have to get out of here! I was the last one who saw him alive. Oh God I’m probably a murder suspect!” she yelled, trying to break away from IP’s grasp.
“Wow calm down you are making no sense, just calm down,” IP said as he gazed intensely into Viola’s eyes. Viola slowly felt herself relax and she let out a light whimpering sigh. IP let go of her. “Alright now, start from the beginning.”
“I was there last night. With him when he died… he was going to…”
Viola told him everything, everything she could remember. About her mad dash through the night from Lord Storm’s manor, her failed attempt at hiding behind the Council Statue, and even her beating she received from the smiling Lord Storm. When she got to the white Unicorn she was trying to fight back tears and failing.
“I think he was using magic. I know it sounds crazy but that’s the only way I can explain what I saw. I don’t remember anything after that. I’m guessing that’s when I passed out,” she sniffed out.
IP handed her a box of tissues and uttered out an, “I see.”
“Thank you.” She grabbed a tissue and tapped at her eyes with it. “We should probably get out of here before the Guard shows up. They would never believe a crazy story like that. Just let me grab a few things.”
“I really don’t think you’re going to have to worry about that,” IP said.
“Huh? What do you mean?”
“Well just think about it. According to the news cast they found his body hours ago. If the Guard or anypony knew you were with him last night, they would of already have come and arrested you.”
“But…”
“Did anypony last night see you together at all?” IP interrupted.
“Well no, like I said it was a private concert. The only ponies in his manor were him and I. There were no servants or anything, and the streets were deserted.”
“Therefore no pony of importance knew you were there, also if you were saying was true he probably didn’t have anything written down about you visiting him last night for deniability reasons,” He reassured Viola.
“So I’m in the clear?”
“Well since no pony is currently trying to kick down your door, I think it’s safe to say that you are,” he chuckled.
“I… I…” Viola sniffed and tried to straighten herself out. “Thank you IP, I feel more relieved now. I think you are right if I was going to be arrested I already would be by now.”
“Yea, but you should still probably lay low for at least a day or two, Just to be safe.”
“Yes, thank you IP.” Viola smiled.
“No problem. Hey why don’t I make us some breakfast? You know as a thank you for not calling the Guard when you found a strange stallion sleeping on your couch,” he joked.
“Well that would be lovely,” she chuckled.
“Cool, hey do you got stuff to make pancakes?” IP asked as he walked into the kitchen.
“Hmm I think I do,” Viola said as she made started to make her way to the kitchen.
A knock on the door stopped her.
Viola gulped and looked to IP who stuck his head out the kitchen’s door. He nodded to her and pointed a hoof at the door. Viola nodded in return and shakily walked up to the door. “Who is it?” she asked with fake confidence, she was terrified.
“Viola it’s us,” a female and male voice answered back immediately.
Viola faintly smiled and opened the door. A panicked looking Pegasus and Unicorn rushed in and tackled Viola.
“Viola are you okay?” asked the Pegasus a little more loudly than he probably should as he shook Viola. He was a dull yellow color with a two toned mane of blue and black, he had no cutie mark. His wings were the oddest thing about him for they were fully developed, uncommon for this day and age.
“Not so loud Sparky. We have no idea who could be listening,” said the Unicorn. Her fur was a teal color with light sea foam green hair, her horn almost nonexistent. Her cutie mark was a mask with one half smiling and one half frowning. “Go on Sparky secure the perimeter or whatever it is they taught you.”
Sparky nodded and turned around. He was met with the image of IP sitting behind the closed apartment door. He had his head tilted to the side and was curiously watching them.
Sparky flared out his wings and crouched into an attacking position. “Who are you?” he growled out.
“IP,” he calmly replied
“What kind of name is IP?”
“I don’t know, what kind of name is Sparky? Well anyway I hope you two like pancakes.” IP then got up and walked back into the kitchen.
Sparky turned around and looked at Viola, who had her face pushed into the Unicorns chest in a protective embrace. “Who was that Viola?” he asked.
Viola broke free from the Unicorns grasp. “He’s IP. Well he’s the one who found me last night and brought me home.”
“Well Storm was a pony with many enemies.”
“Indeed he was.”
“Should we inform the High Council about this Dragon nonsense?”
“And let them think that we don’t know how to handle our own state, I say no!”
“I agree. I say we just bury him and start on finding his replacement.”
“I concur, and hopefully our new associate will be more discreet in their other activities.”
“Indeed, he always did enjoy seeing his name in the news. No matter what the situation was. He was just lucky that he always had a way to hide the truth.”
“That didn’t help him in the end though did it?”
“No it did not, but let’s discuss other matters now. Is the facility still on schedule?”
“Yes.”
Spark “Sparky” Light left the bar and breathed in the fresh night air. He had been following IP for the last two hours, ever since the pony had left Viola’s apartment. “Well it looks like Aqua and I were just being paranoid. It seems he is just here on business… I wonder how his beer tastes. Those pancakes he made were good and he said he poured some of his beer into the batter…I’ll have to get a sample the next time I see him,” Spark silently thought as he walked down the deserted street.
Spark slowly smiled and let the tension he didn’t even know he was holding roll off him. Ever since he first woke up this morning and turned on the news all he had been doing was worrying about his good friend Viola. It was he who first called Aqua, Viola’s co-worker and best friend, about the murder of Lord Storm. They both knew that Viola was supposed to have given him a private concert that night. And they both knew that Lord Storm wanted more than a private concert. You know a lot of things when you’ve lived in Cloudsdale your whole life. They have both begged for her to not to do it. But Viola can and was stubborn on that matter. She was never one to believe rumors even when those rumors were generally proven to be true. He had spent most of the night worrying about her, but now none of that mattered. She was safe, and that’s all that mattered.
Spark rounded a corner and stopped.
A light brown unicorn was crawling out of an alleyway. He tried to scream for help, but an unseen force clamped his mouth shut and pulled him back into the alley.
Spark didn’t hesitate. He rushed toward the alleyway and swerved into it so fast that he almost crashed into the wall. He did not crash, but he did stop.
For sitting in the alleyway was a snow white unicorn with a dark red mane and eyes. He was intently inspecting a fore hoof that was covered in dust. In fact there was dust all around him, on the ground, even in the air. His gaze looked up and spotted Spark staring dumbfounded at him.
“Well hello there.” He said waving his dust covered hoof.
“You…you’re…the unicorn Viola mentioned.”
“Viola?” He blew the dust off his hoof. “Oh you mean the mare from last night. Is she alright? I did what I could for her… magic can be an iffy thing sometimes Sparky.”
“Well she seems to be fi…” Spark stopped. “Wait how do you know my nickname?”
The Unicorn tapped his horn and uttered “Magic, Spark… Magic.” He smiled.
“Right… so umm what’s your name anyway?”
“Well… you can call me Drake if you want.” He shrugged.
“Drake? Is that your real name?”
The Unicorn did not answer.
“Well then Drake…why did you kill Lord Storm?”
“Why? Are you really asking me that question? He was about to rape your friend you know? And besides we all know that’s not the only reason why he should have died.” He smirked.
“Well that may be true, but….you should still be brought in,” Spark said advancing slowly towards the Unicorn.
“Oh? And are you the one who’s going to bring me in? I’m pretty sure you’re physically capable in doing so, but…” He tapped his horn again.
Spark stopped his advancing. “I could always call the Guard, you know?” he said, but he still didn’t move.
“Oh yes that’s a fine idea.” he jovially replied, but the enthusiasm didn’t stay. His face quickly changed to a stern one. “This isn’t really dust I’m sitting in you know? But by all means if you want to call the Guard on me please do so. Just keep in mind that I would like to keep my identity a secret in this town for the time being, and I would do anything to keep it that way. And I do mean anything.” He glared at Spark.
Spark sighed and sat down. “Message received,” he muttered. “And I’m well aware that, that’s not dust. It may be faint but I know what a burning body smells like…” he said sadly.
“You do?” Drake tilted his head puzzlingly. “And where perchance did you learn of that smell? Most try to avoid it all costs.” He raised an eyebrow.
Spark didn’t answer, and he refused to meet Drake’s gaze. He tensed up. Drake didn’t care though he got up and walked closer to Spark. “Don’t feel like answering?” he said as he began walking around the dull yellow Pegasus, inspecting him. “That’s quite alright. I think I know where.” He stopped and leaned in close to the Pegasus’s ear and whispered.
“Did their thoraxes crackle in the flames?”
Spark flinched as he pulled his head away, and he started to slightly shake. “Did you learn that from your magic too?” he asked shakily.
Drake stopped and sat down again in front of Spark. “No, it was partly body language, but mostly it was a hunch,” he absent mindlessly remarked.
They sat there in relative silence. While Spark tried to reclaim his composure, Drake just continued to study him. “You know,” Drake said. “You look a lot like her.”
“Like who?”
“Spitfire.”
“Spitfire?”
Drake nodded.
“Spitfire? The Pegasus that betrayed the Wonderbolts and led the first assault on the Sun Castle against her own husband, that Spitfire?”
“Yup.”
“She’s just a myth, a legend. A tale we tell little foals for entertainment.”
“Ahh but what is a legend but the truth with a bit of misinterpretation. I mean after all I’m not really a dragon now am I?” Drake smiled.
“Wha…what are you…”
“Tell me, you’re the first Pegasus I’ve seen since I came to this town that has fully developed wings. So can you fly?”
“What? No…no pega…”
“Do you want to?” Drake asked with a sincere smile.
Spark just sat there with his mouth hanging open. He stared at the Unicorn who just continued to smile at him. “My god he’s being completely serious right now,” he thought. After a moment Spark closed his mouth and uttered a single word.
“Yes.”
Drake’s smile grew bigger and his horn lit up. He levitated Spark into a standing positioned and released him from his Magic. “Why don’t we get a drink Sparky?” he said walking past Spark and out of the alleyway.
Spark nodded his head and followed him into the night.
