The Demon of Canterlot

Hooves pounded the dirt and grit. The darkened form of a unicorn stallion sped down the ever steeper slope, his eyes wide and wild. A manic grin stretched to his sweat plastered mane, and he howled triumphantly as he jumped over the edge of a steep drop, clattering to the gravel a moment later. With a quick glance around to ensure that no one was close enough to see him, the stallion pressed himself against the cliff face and sparked his horn. Answering the call, darkness swarmed forward and covered the unicorn, turning him into nothing more than another fleeting shadow against the rock. Hardly a minute later, a trio of armored guardstallions charged down the mountain, faces determined, spears forward and hooves pounding. So focused they were on the path that none noticed the wavering form of a shadowy stallion chuckling into the crook of his leg just beside them.

After taking some steadying breaths and waiting for the sounds of the guards to fade into silence, the unicorn allowed the illusion to fade away, and began to trot confidently back up the mountain. A small wind had picked up, and it felt soothing against the stallion's back as he wiped the last of the sweat from his brow. Another day, another couple hundred bits stolen from ignorant tourists in the city above, another couple of idiot guards skillfully avoided. All in all, not a bad haul for petty thief Artful Dodger.

"Okay Arty," he said to himself, shivering as the wind picked up again. "Time for a well earned reward. Joe better have some triple glazed left because I am... starving..." Artful's words trailed off as he really took in his surroundings. Something was wrong, though he wasn't sure that word quite described the feeling of dread creeping into his gut. The shadows looked longer, and an odd mist was sweeping in from every direction. With a violent shiver, Dodger realized that his breath was clouding in front of him. The temperature, already quite low for pony standards here in the heights of Canter Mountain, had quickly dropped to subzero. Seizure like fits of shivering took the stallion, and he cursed. What in the world was going on?

Then he froze. Out in the field of icy mist, something had moved.  A body of inky blackness came from far beyond where the mountain path ended, out beyond the sheer drops to the plains far below. The creature was smaller than a pony, with a doglike body. It looked like a baby coyote. Then the creature opened its eyes, and Artful felt his heart stop. That THING was not an animal. Its eyes glowed a baleful, sickly green with a rim of gold around the pupil and the iris. The eyes glared at the stallion, glimmering with intelligence and something darker, not rage but akin to it. The unicorn's heart restarted and quickly tripled in speed as he recognized the look in its eyes was reflecting the look in his own. Hunger.

For a minute of utter silence, a terrified unicorn and a creature from the depths of Tartarus stared each other down, the mist growing ever thicker around them. Then, Artful felt himself unfreeze at the distant sound of clinking metal. The guards! The unicorn would have smiled if he could still feel his face. All he needed to do was make it back to the guards, and they could fend this thing off long enough for him to run! Artful turned, hope blossoming in his chest-

-to come face to face with the nightmare creature. Its glowing eyes sparkled, something like amusement in their depths. The stallion's body became at once rigid with fear and jelly-like as adrenaline coursed through his system. He took a few faltering steps passed the creature and opened his mouth to scream.

City guards Split Bark, Red Delicious, and Southern Charm huffed and puffed as they climbed back up the steep path into Canterlot proper, their heads hung low. Not only had they been duped, but then robbed and roughed up in the ensuing chase. Artful Dodger was a household name in lower Canterlot, and tonight was a prime example of his wit and skills as a thief. While none of the guards were anything special in terms of power or intelligence, they were still combat trained individuals that were entrusted with guarding the lives and possessions of the ponies of Canterlot. Artful had walked all over them, then turned around and wiped his horseshoes on their faces while they were too stunned to do anything. None of them were feeling all too happy with tonight.

Just as Charm had been about to begin grumbling however, a glint appeared further up the path. The three of them picked up their paces in curiosity, which turned to joy as they realized the shine was coming from moonlight reflecting off a massive pouch filled to the brim with bits!

"It's all of Artful's haul!" Split Bark said. "But where is the thief?" Red Delicious just shrugged, picking up the coin purse and beginning to count.

"Maybe in his haste to get away he dropped them, but didn't have the time to turn around for it?" Southern Charm provided. "It would be unusual for somepony like Dodger, but then there's a first time for everything."

"Could be," Red said. "Either way, we got what we came for. Its cold, windy and my cider is getting warm at the outpost. I say we get back inside before Artful comes back for his spoils." The other guards nodded their agreement, and the trio began the trek back to the top of the mountain.

In the distance, a coyote howled.