Canterlot Academy Trials

Back in the Serpent City…

The group would continue to fight their way through the city and quickly slay through any opposition that they came across. Given that this was essentially a war, they spared no time for their enemies. Each one was dealt with in swift fashion before they moved onto the next.

“These pansies ain’t putin’ up much of a fight,” Mistwalker commented while she casually flung a hostile monkey out of a building with a wave of water.

“Don’t say that,” Thiasus commented as he finished off another gangster with a pillar of light from the sky. “There could always be some other more powerful beast that we simply haven’t come across yet.”

“Ah don’t get yer knickers in a twist,” the water mare rolled her eyes, “We came here to complete and job and that’s what we’re doin’. Don’t start actin’ like it’s gonna get rough now.”

Meanwhile, Blue had just kicked another gangster into a pile of trash that he had set on fire. “Argh! Can you quit it, Misty? Now’s not the time for this,” he lamented the mare’s arrogant nature.

“Yeah yeah, I got it,” she replied with a huff.

Soon enough though, the group would find themselves at the end of a street where they could hear voices inside of what looked like an abandoned building with metal sheeting covering the windows. The trio paused and listened in closely before making their next move. Having huddled up against the side of the building, they could hear what sounded like slapping or smacking.

The trio exchanged a confused glance with each other before Blue nodded at them. The dragon walked around to the front of the building

“COME OUT NOW!” he shouted with his claws lit with fire, “We have you surrounded!”

The noises had stopped. Nothing but the sound of the wind and the occasional newspaper blowing through the street could be heard for what felt like forever. Blue was about to open his mouth and shout again, but was interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching from inside the building.

Thiasus had his tome at the ready with magic, glancing at Blue from the side of the building while Mist had taken the rear of the building and was prepared to enter that side with several waves of water at the ready to flush everything out if need be.

But the source of those footsteps…was not something that any of them could have predicted.

A young, green-colored dragon boy, looking no older than 12, ran out to Blue. He was covered in bruises and was unable to look Blue in the eye as he stood shaking in place.

“...kid? Hey, kid--you alright?” Blue took a step towards him.

“...N-no…get away from me!” the younger dragon squealed while holding his arm defensively, “Don’t touch me! I…I don’t trust you!”

Blue took note of the fact that the dragon’s wings were broken and thus, unable to carry him away via flight.

“Listen kid…” Blue spoke calmly as he bent down on one knee, “...I need you tell me what’s going on so I can help you.”

“N-no…you’re all just…you’re all lying!” The dragon nervously brought out a handgun that he had stole off of another gangster. “I’m sick of this! Just leave me alone!”

“Woah…hey, kid…hang on…!” Blue yelped, eyes widening upon seeing the weapon. “...just put that down.”

Nearby, Thiasus could hear the shouting and could see the situation that was unfolding from the side of the house that he was present at. While he could have used his magic to restrain the dragon, there was a good chance that the boy’s finger could still pull the trigger which was something that he wouldn’t be able to stop if it happened.

“Blue…try and take it from him if you can,” he mumbled as he carefully approached the dragon from behind, “I’m going to grab ahold of him.”

Blue heard his teammate’s words and took a step closer to the dragon boy. “Listen, kid. We’re here to help you. Not hurt you. Don’t do anything stupid…”

The dragon boy’s hands continued to shake and shiver as he tried to rationalize what to do with nothing but fear in his eyes.

Meanwhile…

Mistwalker had breached the back door of the building. In it, she had found several dragon children whose bodies could be seen strewn about the floors. They were barely moving and were covered in various bruises and bite marks with some of them having patches of their scales missing.

“...how in…what in the bloody hell…?”

Click.

The sound of a gun’s hammer could be heard just behind her followed by the voice of a griffon. “Yeah, you like our little products? The dragon scales go for a ton of gold around these parts. Not to mention they feel good to play with.”

“...” Mist grit her teeth. “...ye really treatin’ children this way? You…” her voice turned deeper, seething with a quiet temper as she stared down at all of the bodies of dragon children, “...fucking cunts.”