Sherlock: The Magical Murders

In a country called Equestria, trouble had risen. Usually, the land was peaceful, but there are a few times when the peace is broken by violence in forms such as wars, murders, and more. This was one of those times.

In a city called Canterlot, a blue unicorn was getting ready for a meeting. He wore a tie on his neck for the occasion, and his mane was specially coiffed for it as well. This is Speech Speaker, and he was on his way to go to a meeting of great importance. He was going to pitch in his ideas on how to help Equestrians everywhere, and the Princess herself was going to be in the audience! He closed his bedroom drawer, went out of the room, and headed towards the front door. He was almost there when his body was enclosed in a glow colored with all known colors in the spectrum and many more. It was almost certainly a unicorn's magic, but tremendously powerful. Speech Speaker knew this because it was killing him.

He grunted and struggled as the magic made waves of pain course through his body, strangling and torturing him. He tried counter-attacking with his own magic, but it was powerless against the strong force. Then, he went limp. The magic glow disappeared and he fell on the floor, dead.

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Princess Celestia stood over the dead unicorn with three police colts and her student Twilight Sparkle. Her face was full of worry and misery. Her motherly voice broke the somber silence. "This has been the third murder this week. Is it the same, my student?"

Twilight Sparkle cast a spell on the corpse, enveloping him in a purple glow. Then, she stopped. "Yes it is. It shows a unicorn's magic must have done it from magic residue, but it doesn't have an identity. It's like many ponies did this, but it says it was done with one magic force. I can't make heads or tails of it!" Her striped mane was messy, probably due to trying to help the Princess solve an impossible murder. Her eyes tired from research, she looked up sadly at the Princess.

In response, she sighed. "This has been the eleventh murder this month! We need help. It looks like I'll need to use Plan B." She noticed Twilight look up in despair.

"Princess, it won't work. Nopony in Equestria was willing to help us."

"Well, we have to at least try." The Princess teleported the weary purple unicorn and herself to the top of Canterlot Castle with a flash of her horn. It was a small balcony on the very top of the tall tower, which showed a view of the whole city of Canterlot.  It was a dark night, the moon and stars all out. The Princess started to concentrate all of her magic energy. Her horn glowed a bit dully at first, but then the golden glow grew brighter and brighter. She aimed her horn at the sky, and was about to cast the spell, when she got an interruption.

Twilight Sparkle accidently leaned a bit too much on the safety bars surrounding the balcony. She was about to fall off when she quickly pulled herself up and leaped on her teacher in panic. The sudden shock of this surprised the Princess, and the spell's beam shot into the sky. Except this time, much, much stronger than it was supposed to. The two ponies simply stared at the sky in suprisement before the Princess shrugged. "Well, let's see if we have results." She teleported them into the grand sitting room. It was elegantly decorated with fancy wallpaper, a fireplace, and two sofas. The two ponies sat down on a sofa, Twilight looking doubtful and miserable and the Princess not showing any emotion. They sat and began to wait.

It was a quiet day in London, England. People bustled about, doing their jobs, going to work, and other normal things. In a flat in a building, called 221B Baker Street, lived John Watson and Sherlock Holmes. The former walked out of the kitchen with a tea tray in his hands, and the latter, sat in a chair near the window, looking at the calmness outside. The pair was roughly in their 30s, and they were very popular due to solving crimes that baffled the police.

John set the tray down on the table and looked over at Sherlock. He often wondered about the man he shared a flat with. Sherlock never really seemed human sometimes, noticing every detail and telling the life story about any person with just one glance. His eyes and mouth usually formed a serious, brooding look and he always talked with a tone that screamed "I know more than you, so shut up and listen to me." This and the fact that he was very anti-social was the main fact that he didn't have many friends. But he was brilliant all the same. John was nothing compared to him, just an army doctor that helped him in the process of solving crimes.

Sherlock sat in his chair, with an emotionless expression on his face as as stared at the nice day outside. "Oh John, look at it. The sun is shining, everybody's calm, nothing unusual is going on, just a quiet day." He scowled. "It's so boring!"

John rolled his eyes as he put a hand on his blonde hair. "Yes, not running for my life or getting threatened to be blown up is so very dull."

"Oh good, you agree with me." Sherlock stands up, dressed in his usual gray trenchcoat.

"I don't see why you're wearing that. It's warm out."

Sherlock shrugs, putting a had through his curly, dark-brown hair. "It's my style. People have styles, don't they? Well, you have that style of not agreeing with anything I want to do." He takes a cup of tea from the table. After taking a sip, he asks "Where'd you hide my gun?"

"I don't want you shooting the walls again just because you're bored, Sherlock!"

"What else am I supposed to do?" He puts down the teacup and raises his arms. "Play a board game? Go to the park? Just sit around and watch telly?" He walks over to John and puts a hand on his shoulder. "John, I need excitement. I need something unusual. I need something completely surprising and great to make me get out of boredom, and nothing so far has come up like that!"

John looked like he was going to say something, but a glow surrounded them on the floor. It made a circle below them and glowed brighter and brighter until they had to shield their eyes from the burning light. Then, the light swallowed them whole and disappeared from the flat taking Sherlock and John with it.

Back in the sitting room, only a minute passed before the light filled the entire room. Princess Celestia looked hopeful and excited while Twilight's jaw opened in shock. The glow vanished after a second or two leaving a pile of large clothes behind. There were two piles of the abnormaly large clothes, and in each was a pony. The first was a tall, gray stallion with a curly, dark-brown mane and a cutie mark of a brain. The second was a slightly shorter orange pegasus with a short blonde mane. His cutie mark was a red cross.

The first pony lifted his head up and opened his eyes. His eyes widened in surprise as he saw his clothes had gotten much bigger. Then, they widened slightly more when he saw he, John, and two other creatures in the room were some kind of equine, brightly colored, and looked like somebody cut them out of a coloring book. And the owner went crazy with their crayons. Then, after taking all the information in he could, his look of surprise vanished a bit and he broke the shocked silence.

"Well, this day just might not be boring after all."