The Night of the Ball

"LET GO OF ME!" Aromé shouted at Trebass.

Trebass took his hoof and slapped it across Aromé's face. The sound echoed through the hallways and seemed to silence all other noise.

"W-Why...?" Aromé's eyes began to tear up again.

"Do you think I enjoyed pulling you away from your father?!" Trebass shouted at her. "I did it because I care for you! And if we didn't leave, you would have been next to die!"

Aromé began to sniffle, she embraced Trebass by wrapping her arms around him. "I-I-I'm... Sorry. I'm so sorry!" She began to cry into his tuxedo. A large wet spot began to form on his chest.

Suddenly, a voice appeared from behind them. "Hey! Hurry up we got the Diamond Bubble and the rest are waiting for us outside!" One of the snipers had cried out to Trebass, not noticing Aromé since her back was against a curtain at the time. Trebass turned around, revealing teary-eyed Aromé sobbing.

"Well then... Looks like things have taken a turn for the worst." The sniper raised his gun, Trebass and Aromé both in his sights.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" Trebass stepped in front of the mare to defend her.

"You know too much, and the boss doesn't like loose ends." The sniper pulled the trigger.

"Look out!" Trebass pulled Aromé behind a corner and the two attempted to outrun their attacker.

"Damn!" The sniper opened the breech, placed another bullet inside, pushed it in, then gave chase to his prey.

The sniper was closing in on Trebass and Aromé. He shot bullet after bullet after bullet and missed each time. Aromé screamed every time she heard a shot. The sniper would hit vases, walls, and lanterns, but never his intended target. Trebass came to hault as he noticed he was at dead end.

"No where to run now!" The sniper yelled as he pulled the trigger. Trebass slammed his eyes shut as his life flashed before his eyes.

*CLICK*

Their assaulter was out of ammo. Trebass had to act quickly before the sniper loaded another bullet into his rifle. He glanced to his left and right. Then, something caught his eye. The hilt of a gun stuck out from underneath the table on his left. It was the gun he had left there when this entire affair started! He grabbed it and aimed it straight at the sniper. Then, the sniper fell over dead. Behind him was Prince Blueblood, holding a bloody steak knife in his hoof.

"My prince!" Aromé ran to embrace her saviour. But he simply turned away.

"M-my prince?" Aromé spoke again.

"I am too pitiful to be your husband. This stallion has bested me in combat. And I was stupid to accuse him of being your lover. He clearly deserves you more than I do." The prince simply turned the corner and vanished from sight.

No one saw or heard from the prince after that. Some say he committed suicide after his love was stolen from him. Others say he traveled to a far away country and lived as a commoner there. Some even say he never existed, that he was something paranormal; a ghost, or a phantom cursed to roam this world.