The Soldier

I push through another crowd of royals, avoid the sour gaze of the cello player, approach the banquet table and silently question why this place doesn’t serve anything besides white wine.

“Mr. Frostbite!” someone shouts.

I turn around and see three Pegasi in blue and gold spandex with Rainbow Dash standing next to a mare with a fire colored war hawk. The only Wonderbolts worth remembering is Spitfire; their leader and Soarin; her second in command.

“I heard you have a problem with the Wonderbolts” Spitfire says while stepping through the crowd, everyone in her path moves away.

“Indeed I do Spitshine” I grumble slurping down what’s left of my wine and prepare to break the edge of the glass on the table.
Spitfire stops in her tracks while Soarin gives his pie to the third Wonderbolt and moves closer to Spitfire.

“What did you call me?” Spitfire hisses, her orange eyes shrink.

“You heard me! If you are the greatest fliers everyone says you are… why would you try to save a falling unicorn by flying towards her in the same formation it would take for her flailing limbs to knock you all out? If you ask me you are nothing but poster fillies for all young unsuspecting Pegasi to flock to with delusions of grandeur until they find out their being used as cannon fodder in brightly colored gimp suits”

Spitfire nearly jumps forward but Soarin blocks her path with his wing, she stands down but still keeps her death glare.

“Boy… you just found yourself in an un-appealable death sentence, if we ever meet again; you are going to wish you kept your mouth shut” Spitfire disappears into the crowd with Soarin and Rainbow Dash tailing close behind. Rainbow shoots me a venomous glare and I try not to laugh.

“BRING IT ON BITCH! I COULD TAKE YOU ALL ON AND ONLY COME OUT WITH A LIMP! A FUCKING LIMP!” my shout echoes throughout the room and I realize the musicians stopped playing and all eyes are turned towards me.

Don’t say another Goddamn word dumbass.

I look at the nearest open door, jump towards it and enter the gardens… laughter and applause starts to roar from the building.

I walk among the gardens taking in the sights when I stop near an eating area, it’s completely abandoned save for a few chess sets made from marble and a water fountain. I stand in front of the fountain and let the rush of water drown out the world when the sound of hoof steps approach I turn around to see a slender unicorn mare in a red dress with what seem to be flowers stitched on the fabric covering her flank.

“Good Evening” She says “My name is Fleur De Lis” She bows then looks back up “I believe this is where you tell me your name.”

“Frostbite” I answer moving toward the fountain and looking at my reflection.

Fleur moves closer till I can see her reflection next to mine.

“Not very talkative unless we’re on the verge of fighting the Wonderbolts are we?” Fleur laughs.

“Evidently not” I growl “Y’know you don’t act like most of the rich snobs at this farce why is that?”

“I’m a dancer.” She answers.

“Stripper or ballet?” I ask looking at her pale violet eyes.

“Ballet” She answers coldly.

“My apologies Ms. De Lis but if you expect to have a mature conversation you’ll be fairly disappointed.”

“Then how about a game of chess?” she asks walking towards the nearest table, using her magic to set the pieces and finally resets the clocks.

I walk towards the table.

“One game” I answer.