Daring Do and the quest for the golden Scootaloo

A/N: Really short one, this time around. Expect longer chapters in the future!

Daring Do jetted through the forest, dodging low hanging branches and thick vines. Her breath came in ragged heaves as she shot after the curs. She had worked relentlessly to get information on the statuette, and it took her even longer to find it. Having it ripped greedily from her hooves just made her so incredibly livid.

Fueled by anger, she flew even faster. Twigs and small leaves made nicks and small cuts along her sides. Daring Do suddenly realized how fast she was going. Even the smallest thorn would cause a painstakingly huge gash on her side.

Daring Do gritted her teeth together and flew up into the sky, branches smacking her in the face all the while. As if by the strongest unicorn magic, the jungle stopped and a large stretch of plains reached beyond the pegasus’ field of view. She could see the trio of Diamond Dogs galloping on all fours across the swaying grass; burlap sack tied snugly to the largest one’s back.

Daring Do, like lightning, dove downwards with her hooves outstretched. They ran even faster, tails lashing furiously in the wind. She could hear their breathing, harsh and gritty, like pieces of gravel grinding together. Finally, they slowed their pace, and soon stopped, laying in a heap and panting loudly. Daring Do was exhausted too, but she refused to stop and take a breath.

Instead, she snatched the burlap sack from the cur’s back and groggily flew up to a solitary cloud hanging in the sky. She wriggled inside and, weary of the day’s events, fell asleep.