Author's Note

Apologies for the short chapter! My computer was broken this week rendering us unable to produce a longer chapter. I promise you, the next chapter will be MUCH longer. ~Night

Chapter 1

“DONT LET HIM ESCAPE!” one of the burley security ponies shouted in rage.

His hoofs screeched as he rounded a corner ahead of the security stallions chasing him.

“Sorry boys but I’m-” the light gray colt running didn’t have time to finish his taunt before he slammed headlong into a dark yellow mare in her standard issue black suit jacket complete with matching bland gray tie to match her mane. “Fucked…..”

One of the guards that had been chasing him was now dragging him by his tail while following the mare very close to her heels. This wasn’t the first time that stuck up woman had caught him. especially during another escape attempt. They rounded another corner and the guard intentionally dragged him across the corner rather than around it to a door marked, “Mistress: High Moon.” Beneath it it read, “Your Overseer.”

The colt had never even seen her do anything besides talk. Every rule passed down here wasn't even passed by her. And he only knew that because of his eighth time being dragged into her office. She pushed open the door and the guard disinterestedly tossed him in.

“Dismissed.” she said showing her odd accent his aunt called it a Hoofington accent.

The guard snorted at him and left. Looking around the plain, cement gray walls, the stallion spied two familiar faces sitting in High Moon’s chairs she had reserved for the most mischievous little fillies and colts. Both of them were around his age, 13-15, and both were earth ponies. The mare on his left was known as Shadow Chaser and had a scar on her left cheek from their first adventure. She wore her black mane short and spiked up at the front.

The stallion next to her was Crimson, obviously because of being bright red and bald. He had no scars but took his fair share of abuse from the guards. That color didn't help them with much else than a distraction. Miss. High Moon walked around her plain, dark wood desk and took a seat before motioning for the colt’s friends to get up.

“This is getting bloody old you three.” everypony settled in for one of her famous lectures.

They didn’t pay much attention. These things were usually carbon copies of one another. You should count yourselves lucky the guards didn’t mistake you for rats and shoot you. : You three should know better than to fool around with . and the best part of it all, coming in at around an hour later, “What do you have to say for yourselves?”

“Can we go now?” Shadow Chaser asked nudging Crimson awake.

“Hang on.” the last stallion in interrupted.

“Yes, Oblivion?” High Moon said giving another one of her patented stink eyes.

“If you run Five, then you know what’s out there. Tell us.”

Moon wasn't as taken aback as many would assume. It was about the quintillionth time they’d asked in one way or another but she either avoided it or, if she’d order a guard the right way recently, gave a vague answer. “As far as you’ll know, nothing you’d want. Now get out of my office and back to your stations!”

The group knew they weren't getting anywhere today. They’d have a way to find out tonight hopefully.

“Well?” Crimson asked as they rounded the corner where Oblivion left a portion of his face.

From his hammer space, Oblivion drew a little square object with a white ‘5’ on it outlined in yellow.

“Nice!” Shadow Chaser said hushed. “They didn't frisk you!?”

“Not a chance.” Oblivion said cocky. “See if this’ll synch you up with that door Crim.”

Oblivion gently tossed the chip to his friend and he hastily stuffed it into his blue jumper, nearly falling over in the process. “I’ll do what I can.”