Being Lyra

It has been nearly an eight hour ride to who knows where; it was around four in the afternoon judging by the sun's position. I'm surprised one pony can fly this far, especially with a carriage with a pony in it. It looks so heavy and wouldn't your wings eventually get tired? Judging by his attitude I am guessing this probably not one of his favorable parts of doing his job. I guess everything does come with its downfalls as well as its positives. As for my escape plan, it so far is not so successful. I don't even think we're going to even be heading towards any mountains, let alone the mountain Canterlot is attached to.

"Are we almost there yet?" I impatiently asked as I started to feel uncomfortable for sitting for several hours.

"How do you think I feel hauling you around? I can't even stop for a coffee break and you sit there asking when we will get there?!" He yelled in response with anger.

"How do you even know where we are going? We're too high up to even see what topography lies below us," I asked.

"I guess you could say that I 'convinced' a group pegasi about clearing a path for me so I didn't have to worry about weather, at least if you consider nearly killing one of their crew members as convincing that is. As for a sense for direction, I just head in the general direction of where I need to go. Any further questions?" he asked.

I couldn't even blink, what he had said astonished me. I was putting the lives of other ponies in peril; it was all because of me. Was living really worth making the lives of other ponies suffer?

"No more questions? Good, and before you end up asking again, we're going to Manehattan, since your train took you all the way to Ghastly Gorge, we have to go around Canterlot in order to get there now, luckily we should be flying over it soon," he said as he let out a subtle groan.

Canterlot, that is just what I needed to hear. He was surely to be in for a surprise. Ah, right on cue and it doesn't seem to be too far below either. If it was a shortcut to Canterlot I need, then it's a shortcut to Canterlot I'll get. I start rapidly shaking the cart as my horn started to glow and started to build up momentum.

"What are you doing? Are you trying to kill us both?!" He said in fear and anger, mostly anger.

"No, just you, when the cart flips, you'll be put to an inevitable death since you can only fly in an upright position as the cart rotates you with it," I smirked.

"Yeah, but you'll be coming down with me," he argued.

"You wish I would, you see, I just remembered one of Lyra's spells, unicorns can prevent themselves from gaining any momentum while falling and remain at a constant speed. I was just going to remove you from the cart and levitate it down, but now that I am becoming even more of Lyra and realizing that you put the lives of others in danger for it, let alone the times you probably did before then all because of a selfish greed for money, I decided being squashed by a falling cart and hitting your face on the ground would be even more suitable," I replied.

"Don't shake this cart? You hear me?!" He tried to yell with fake courage.

"No," I replied as my horn emanated an even brighter light.

The cart started shaking even faster and eventually the cart did flip over to about a 75º counter-clockwise angle and it was almost sideways, which made the cart start falling. I started climbing onto the other side and then swung using the carts momentum to rotate it even further to about 115º, rendering Gunslinger's wings completely useless so he gave up and retracted them as I continued to climb up to the other side. The cart started to pick up more speed as it was falling.

"You sick bastard!" was all he could mutter.

Gunslinger was dangling upside down, attached to what is holding him in place. We were falling at too fast at a pace for him to eject himself so he could fly away. I gave the cart another push of momentum and rotated it until it was completely upside with me being on the bottom of the cart which was now on the top.

"I'm afraid this is the last time we meet Gunslinger," I said as I let go of my grip onto the cart with my levitation making me fly up by G-Force.

Gunslinger fell until he was no longer into view while I was still being pushed back. I readjusted my trajectory so I would land in Canterlot, or at least within the border of it.

"You won't be missed, Gunslinger," I said as I started to glow my horn once again and slowed down the acceleration gain from the gravity.

"Urgh! ERR!" Gunslinger groaned as he tried to struggle his way out of the cradle that bound him to the cart.

A loud thud occurred, debris was tossed, massive injuries were sustained, and Gunslinger blacked out.

"Is he going to be alright?" a nurse asked.

"I'm unsure of that, he's lucky to be alive, his heart rate still seems to be intact," another nurse replied.

Gunslinger was in a hospital bed in Cloudsdale, not too far from Canterlot. He was hooked up to several monitors and he lays passed out lying inert.

"He was lucky to land on a cloud in Cloudsdale as a pegasi, landing on the ground would be much worse, unfortunately, it still felt like concrete due to how high he fell from, he also managed to sustain injury from the crash as well," the nurse continued.

"This was no accident, this poor fellow was almost murdered," the other nurse replied.

http://youtu.be/lZBMgiii80E?t=4m38s -- Trasknari, a Let's Player, describes that even a soft surface can kill you if you fall at a fast pace. (Note: Struts and Winglets do not work on pegasi [If you watch even further he says that those will help 4:50 to 5:10]).

G-Force - a unit of force equal to the force exerted by gravity; used to indicate the force to which a body is subjected when it is accelerated.

Momentum - The force that makes happen more quickly on a moving object.

Inevitable - Certain to happen; unavoidable

Topography - The arrangement of the natural and artificial physical features of an area.