Dark Secrets

“...Gods ain’t gonna help you son,

you’ll be sorry for what you’ve done...”

“Phoenix, what are you doing?” Cyburst asked, “This isn’t the time to be singing.”

“...Then what time is it for?..” Phoenix replied.

I’ll need to look back at your story a few times to get this right

“It’s time for.... Crap, I don’t know.” Cyburst said, “Maybe we should go down and investigate?”

“...Maybe. After a week of staying up here, you would have had a big master plan already...” Phoenix said.

“Oh hush. It’s not like you’ve been doing anything interesting.” Cyburst retorted.

“Well, they have.” Phoenix said, pointing with a hoof.

Cyburst looked in the direction that he was pointing, and sure enough , Mirage was out with Spitfire, doing... nothing really. He stood on top of a tall mountain while they talked. A lonely cloud was hovering near them. A familiar rainbow-maned pegasus jumped and talked from that cloud. Spitfire rushed over and touched the pegasus. This says a few thing about the situation. One) these two were together, Two) there’s still hope for this small, but mighty outpost.

While Cyburst was assessing the situation, he failed to notice the light blue colored pony flying in the direction of the group. Evidently, it wasn’t friendly. The pony slammed into Mirage and tackled him to the ground, that large thing that was about one hundred hoofs down. That wasn’t the only thing that was strange. It got fairly dark quite fast. Avian-like eyesight did help, but it doesn’t work well in pitch black darkness.

“You’re right, Mirage.” A voice said,

“Have we been found?!” Cyburst said.

“...I don’t think so, that wasn’t speaking directly at us...” Phoenix thought, “...Although it did speak in our mind...”

“I thought only we could speak through our mind.” Cyburst replied, “Did somepony else enter my body?!”

“...No, the pony who spoke most likely had an ability to speak in the minds of ponies in the area, he just didn’t know we were up here...” Phoenix thought.

Just then, a loud sound emanated and a wave of rainbow shot out, dissipating the darkness instantaneously. The whole scene had changed amid the blackness. Three ponies were guarding  a building from three familiar ponies. Not only were they exactly the same except for the horn, wings, or lack of both, they were more of the ponies found in the Mosaic. The light blue pegasus and Mirage were facing off, but weren’t attacking. They only seemed to be talking to each other, but they were too far away to be heard with any clarity. Spitfire was getting a little too close to the unknown pegasus. What if he has a hid-. A loud shot rang out, and Spitfire lay limp on the ground.

“No!” Rainbow Dash Screeched, Clearly upset.

She flung herself at the Pegasus, just to be batted away.

The pegasus spread it’s wings and was about to leave, flying up, but something shiny hit it’s wing, making it crash to the ground.

“Not only do I hate liars,” Cyburst said, “But I also hate cowards.”

“...Then why don’t you go down and help?..” Phoenix thought.

“It’s not my fight, but there's.” Cyburst replied, “Ours will come soon enough.”

The pegasus now had a hostage, Vinyl Scratch. Mirage seemed to be trying to negotiate, but it didn’t seem to be helping. Vinyl wasn’t about to give up, even in her condition. She surprised the pegasus and flung him down. Mirage was the one to act though. He changed colors, from a purple mane and tail to pure crimson. A loud scream was heard again, but not from Rainbow dash, but from Mirage. This seemed to blow back a few enemies. The blue pegasus was thrown into one of the sandstone mountains, and was limp. Mirage took the liberty of escorting him back to the town, but, instead of killing the pegasus, he dropped him off near the recently broken couple.  Mirage’s mane and tail turned back to it’s original purple shade. He looked back to Vinyl and a new face. Cyburst was too far to make out any characteristics, but he knew there was sompony new. All ponies, except for Rainbow Dash, that blue pegasus, and Spitfire, went inside of a close building.

“Well, that was interesting.” Cyburst said, “I wonder what other things will happen here.”

“...Can’t you already guess?..” Phoenix asked, “The fate of Equestria will be determined here...”

“I figured that, just... How will that turn out?” Cyburst said, not really asking anypony.

After that, it was as quiet as Flutttershy’s cottage at night. Cyburst lie down on his back and stared up into the light blue sky. The wind rushed through his silken mane. He crossed his hind legs and put his forelegs behind his head.

‘For now, we’ll just have to wait for our time to strike that overgrown so-called princess.’ Cyburst thought,

Cyburst was back at the bar. He found that there were tears on his open hooves. He’d lost everything in those short months. He looked at the pony who’d set off those sad memories, but the drunk orange mare was fast asleep. Cyburst looked at Bob, the bartender, for any type of sign.

“See fell asleep in your arms!” Bob said giddily, “Maybe she likes you.”

“Probably not.” Cyburst said in a monotone voice.

“Well, she can’t do much good right now.” Bob said, “Could you carry her home?”

“Sure.” Cyburst replied.

Cyburst flopped AppleJack onto his back. She was surprisingly light. Cyburst walked over to the bar to get directions to AppleJack’s house.

“Okay, so you turn left at the house with the yellow roof, and head straight for three blocks.” Bob said, “You can’t miss it. It has apple trees.”

Cyburst walked out of the bar and went in the directions the bartender told him, and sure enough, the Apple family farm was right in front of him. It was slightly smaller than Sweet Apple Acres, but still a decent size.  Of course there were a few apple trees. It looked as if it wasn’t fully done, like Applejack planned to add more trees.

Cyburst walked up to the front door and knocked.

No answer.

He knocked a little harder this time.

Nopony was heard from inside the house.

Cyburst pushed on the door, only to find it open. He walked inside to find the place clean and tidy. Nothing seemed out of place. It was quiet.

'Still, I should spend the night, in case somepony actually is in here.' Cyburst thought, ‘With AppleJack in her inebriated condition, she wouldn’t be able to protect herself.’

Cyburst set Applejack on the nearby couch and then sat down on a chair. He touched his sheath to check if Silverbolt was back, which it was.  He started to settle down for the night.

Too bad Cyburst’s memories even haunted his dreams.