Inferno's Fire

I walk about Canterlot, roaming through the shops and merchants. I hope Devlin is okay. Devlin is like the friend who nags you constantly because you're lazy, but he's helpful and patient. Well, maybe not "patient" patient, but he's got some straws to pull before the last one. I suddenly stop, noticing something odd. There's a little filly, dark pink coat with a light violet mane with some blue eyes, in front of me with a face of fear. "Um... Hi?" I say. She scampers off to the alleyway. I tilt my head, unsure of what that was. I look a little to the right to see a big shadowy figure, and I squint. If I look hard enough, I can see what non-mortal being it is. It's a... I have no freaking clue on what the hell that thing is. Maybe it's a mortal, one that has a spell charm that deflects my vision. Mortals sort of know about the eight dreamlords. They know we were gods with extraordinary psychic abilities, which we still have, and that Celestia and Luna have met them. Celestia gave the original eight the name. I came in a lot later. I follow the suspicious stallion, noticing he's trying to catch up to the filly. I blink to see if he'sactually there, and he was. The filly's in his grasp and his smile sickening. He was about to stab an innocent child. I feel my blood boil and cough loudly. He drops his smile into a smirk and looks behind himself.

"Oh hello young guy, don't worry, it'll be quick for her," he says. He pulls the knife up, and muffle the filly with the other hand. I got out my whip, wrapped his wrist and yanked him to fall in front of me. He drops his smirk into gritting baring teeth. "I'll make sure she gets to see you die fir-" I stomped his stomach to make him shut up.

"Dude, new generation means new rules, one new rule is you don't have to listen to some boring chit chat," I wise crack. I pick up the man and flung him to the wall. "Another rule, if I'm the one that saw a crime," I smile like a lunatic. "I'm the only judge you'll see," I say. I use my shadow magic to enter the judge realm for his verdict.

I watch as two grown stallions fought. One was about to stab me, one was protecting me. I guess his joke was funny at least. My rescuer's a bat-pony, dark red with an orange mane. He had red slit eyes, and he sent chills up my spine. He wore a brown leather jacket, which had a skull with crossbones on the back. He looks like a twenty eight year old. My name is Amythist, my parents are dead, I'm twelve, and my life sucks. I now live with my uncle, who's nice. I wish I wasn't so shy though. I was scared to even talk to the rescuer when I first saw him. Now, he's still pretty scary, but he's also kind of cool! My train of thought was interrupted by a hand shaking my shoulders. "Hey, kiddo you okay? Did the guy hurt you?" My rescuer asks. I shook my head, staring at the stallion who was gonna hurt me, hugging his knees in a corner. "Good, now be safe alright?" The rescuer asks. I nod. He starts walking off, but I hug his leg. He stops and looks down at me. "Sorry kiddo, no free rides, although you are adorable." He shakes me off, and continues. I felt my fears heightened and ran over to hug him. My arms almost reach all around him, but I was a couple inches from holding my own hands.

He looks down again and sighs. "Fine, where to kiddo?" He asks. I point over in a general area where my house is. I have a vivid picture of the red house in my head. Suddenly, I am getting picked up by the mystery pony and he smirks. Soon, I'm in a piggy back position, and we're at the house. This puzzles me, because it took me half an hour to get to the shops, so why did it feel like seconds. He chuckles as I slid off of him and started heading home. I waved bye to him as he walks off, holding the p-sign. I get inside, embracing the feeling of warmth and home. Well, it was rather an okay home, I don't have any parents, but my brother takes care of me just fine. He works from nine to five in a cafe, waiting on the normal rich snobs. My big brother, Jem, looks at me as I enter. He rushes to me, anger in his eyes. "Where have you been?! I have been worried sick about you! Did that bully bother you again?! Cuz if he did I'm gonna give him a piece of my mind when I-"

"Brother!" I yell to make him shut up. This is the most peaceful gesture I could muster. I walk over, and hug him. "I met a nice man today! I don't know his name but he saved me!" I say. My bigger brother leans down, his frown still there.

"What did he save you from?" He asks. I gave him the full on info of what happened today.

"...and then he just got me here!" I say. He groans.

"Amythest, you can't just go around shops expecting to find adventure! Had it not been the goodwill of a stranger, you'd be dead by now! I mean dang Amythest, I love ya, but you drive me up the wall!" He says. I sighed, downcast. Jem hugs me with comfort and ruffles my hair. "It's okay this time though, this guy is... Okay I guess, but you have to get home quicker next time okay? Now, let's go get some dinner, I made some egg rolls today!" I groan as I heard that. He is definitely not the best cook.

After dropping the kiddo off, I snicker as I return to the merchant filled street, seeing the rich noble snobs walk everywhere. One guy was a real crap, he says he's a prince when he's really a crappy uptight spoiled brat. I know this because I talked to him for five minutes. I hope I don't talk to him again. He has some sins crawling on his back, stuff that I'll find interesting in court. As I was holding my train of thought, said-pony happens to run into me. "Whatch it peasant!" He says. I stop and smirk as I turn to him.

"You again! You seem to be as spoiled as ever! Tell me, did your little allowance go up by five thousand yet?" I sarcastically say. He huffs.

"You again, why did I have to find someone as pitiful as you? Did your father giver her that jacket after he left to join the circus?" He asks with an insulting attitude. I scoff.

"Yes, make fun of my parents, the ones who actually raised me right to be tough on this world. While your parents gave you a fake plastic toy kit, I got some work done while I was ten. You're almost thirty and still play with dolls!" I remark. He growls through gritted teeth.

"Oh yeah? Do you want to settle this in a fair fight?" He asks. I sighed.

"Wow, blunt as ever, okay," I say. A crowd of ponies gather around us, curious as to why we're fighting.