Chronicles of Mythrodak: Quest of the Moonstone,

Prince Mythrodak, tramped through the murky swamp, his hooves getting stuck in every puddle.

“Why do I half do do this?” he asked himself as he batted away some vines with his staff, “Run away from Celestia's own soldiers?” he felt like kicking one of those troops that tried to kill him, but he knew it would only make more trouble for him, as if he wasn't in enough already.

Mythrodak paused as he heard voices up ahead.

“I hate swamps.” said a voice,

“Me too.” said another

“Why is it so sticky here?”

“I like the sunshine.”

“How can you? There is hardly any!”

Prince Mythrodak quietly went over behind a tree, but quietly for being in a swamp, sounds like someone squishing water in their shoes.

“I want to get out of here soon.” complained another voice,

The prince now heard that the voices were not the ones of soldiers, they were female. He could hear them getting closer, and closer. He knew that he could not hide from them, there were to many. So he just stepped out into the open.

The six ponies gasped with surprise.

“A spy!” said one in the middle.

Prince Mythrodak examined them carefully, there were six, all as colorful as the rainbow.

One was dark purple, with a light pink, and velvet mane and tail, and she had a flower in her mane. Her cutie mark also had flowers in it.

The one beside her was all white, she was an earth pony just like the purple one, she had orange, white, and red mane and tail that was sharp. And her cutie mark was a plain old sun.

There were two Pegasi, the first one was baby-blue with messy, pink and yellow mane. Her cutie mark showed pink flowers and wind curlycues.

The beside her, she was white almost all over her, only her mane had pink and purple and blue in it. Her cutie mark was a constellation of a heart and beautiful designs went down her hind leg, and some on her forehead.

The next pony was another earth pony, she was light bubble-gum pink, and he main was yellow, purple, and green, and her tail was blue and purple and a little of dark green. She wore a french artist's hat, and her cutie mark was a paintbrush painting curlycues.

He two hind legs were all the colors of the rainbow, very odd for a pony, and her front legs also had designs.

The last one was minty green, her mane was white and pink, and her cutie mark showed three mints.

“A Stranger!” said the purple earth pony.

“Who are you?” asked the sky blue Pegasus,

“Hello, my fair Mares.” said Prince Mythrodak, doing a slight bow of his head, “I, am lost in the swamp. Sorry for scaring you, but I just stumbled across you ponies, do you mind to help me out?” He thought that at least they would help him get through this murky swamp. He had no idea where he was.

“What—” started the leader of the group

“Of course!” the Minty-green pony.

“I feel an introduction coming on!” chimed in the colorful pony with the french hat.

“Wait, guys—” the blue leader tried again,

“Um...” Prince Mythrodak started,

“I'm Sunny Daze!” said the white earth pony with the sun cutie mark. “But you can just call me Sunny!”

“I'm Toola-Roola.” said the Pink pony with the french hat, “But you can call me Tooly!”

“And I am Minty, but you can call me...Minty!” The light green one said.

“And this is Star Catcher!” said Sunny Daze hugging the mystical white Pegasus,

“And Wisteria!” said Toola-Roola, pointing to the almost-all-over-purple earth pony. She seemed kind of shy.

“And this is Thistle Whistle!” Said Minty, Toola-Roola, and Sunny Daze altogether. Embracing the skeptical-looking Leader of the group.

“Get off.” said Thistle Whistle, shoving the other ponies out of her way, “Look, were just passing through the swamp. We've told you our names, now tell us yours.” she crossed her hooves and fluttered in the air.

“Well,” said Prince Mythrodak, he usually didn't like to tell his name to other ponies, but he decided to this time. “My full name is Red Stroke Mythrodak. But you can call me Prince Mythrodak, or Red Stroke, or whatever.”

“We'll call you Bid Red!” said Sunny with enthusiasm,

“No.” said Red Stroke flatly.

“A Prince?” asked Tooly, “Awesome!” then she paused, “A Prince of What?”

Prince Mythrodak didn't answer, but Thistle Whistle cut in:

“Where are you going?”

“I'll tell you if you tell me where you are going.” Prince Mythrodak replied.

Thistle Whistle paused, she had a small bit of nervousness in her eyes, but then she cleared her throat and looked at Wisteria, looking for an answer.

Wisteria Nodded and Then Thistle turned back to face Red Stroke, “Okay, we are going on a … journey … to find a gem. That's all I'll tell you right now.”

“Well, to tell the truth,” said Red Stroke, “I'm running away.”

“Of what?” asked Minty,

Prince Mythrodak suddenly, felt fear rising up, if he would tell them about Celestia's soldiers, they would never trust him, but he wanted to get out of the swamp, “From....” He hesitated, “From some ponies—that want to capture me.” he didn't tell them it was the soldiers, but he didn't lie either.

“Ah!” gasped Wisteria, “Mean Ponies! Lets get out of here!”

“She's right,” said Thistle Whistle, “If somepony is catching up, then we need to get to safety!”

They were going to start to run away, but then Minty cried out:

“Wait!” she grabbed Thistle whistle by the tail, “We cant just leave him out here!” she signaled towards Prince Mythrodak, “Those mean ponies will get him! He needs to come with us!”

Thistle Whistle sighed and then looked at Red Stroke, “okay fine. We can take him with us on our—quest. But if he attracts those ponies, then we'd better ditch him.”

“Your—you're saying I can come with you?” asked Prince Mythrodak.

“I just said that.” answered Thistle Whistle, and with that, all of the seven ponies, started trudging north-west.

“You're going to have to get used to Thistle.” said Minty, coming up beside Mythrodak, “She tends to be a little grumpy. But she's great if you get to know her.”

“Thanks for letting me come along. I don't really have any place to go anyway.” Prince Mythrodak said,

“That's alright.” said Minty, “Oh, and I know what he can call you! Stroke!”

Prince Mythrodak grinned slightly, he liked the name, it would be much easier to say. “Yeah, I like that name.”