The Mare Of Entropy

The streets of Canterlot were cold, wet and rainy as the thunderstorm raged far harder than what the pegasus weather team were expecting. The streets were nearly flooded making it more difficult to walk home, the white filly with the electric blue mane was getting the worst treatment out of everypony. She was dumb enough to not bring a raincoat and was suffering the consequences of such actions. Her white coat was soaked, her mane hung heavily over her face, her expression was fixed in a scowl as she struggled to find any trace of her family or at least, a place out of the rain till the storm passed over. Though a quick look at the sky told her that the possibility of that happening was very slim.

She knew that she was an idiot for not bringing a raincoat, her eldest brother would call her so, her mother would scold her for being so stubborn as the weather was taking a turn while they were traveling. But her pride came before her common sense and now all she could do was struggle through the storm then hopefully learn for the best. It didn’t take long for her to get separated from her family, but she tried to shake the thoughts for they would do her no good. What would help her was finding a place suitable for her to hide in. She could knock on a random door to see if anypony would shelter her for the night, but most of the lights were off and nopony was in sight.

However she had to try, she couldn’t stay out here for much longer because if the storm got worse…she shook her head, getting rid of her thoughts before trotting along, her wet hooves splashing the ground and the puddles that had formed. Her legs were already soaked from the rain but she still felt a shiver run down her spine that reminded her of her situation and what could happen if she didn’t escape it. That thought made her ears flattened but she didn’t stop, she wasn’t going to give up until she was safe.

Her ears flickered when she heard something, a single something that she couldn’t identify yet. She blinked, her head looking up and around the rain soaked city, trying to find the source of the noise. She took a turn off the road, hooves taking her from possible safety to the source of the noise. Her ears straightened more, realizing the sound was music. It wasn’t just any music, classical music Mother enjoyed. It had been a long time since she had heard this kind of music, but she recognized the music the second she heard it because Mother and Father had taken her to one too many orchestra concerts to count.

The music became louder and the building it was coming from became clear as she stepped closer to the source, finding a theater that she remembered from barely interrupted naps. It wasn’t ‘rundown’ so to say, but the slightly rusty and abandoned look of the theater made it clear that whoever owned this place hadn’t taken care of it for a while. But as long as this place could shield her from the rain, that was all that mattered. She didn’t think of the consequences of breaking and entering as she approached the front door, her horn giving a few flickers before casting a light spell but the light was nearly useless against the storm. However she didn’t need it for long, she just needed to find the door knob.

The handle was encased in a pink glow then pulled down, a creaking sound echoed as the door opened. The sound made her flinch but she ignored it as her hooves carried her inside the theater then shutting the door behind her.

Light pink filled the darkness of the theater as the white coated filly lit her horn, illuminating the front hall to see better as she walked along. It was exactly like she had expected a theater hall to look like except everything was covered in dust and slightly rundown. This wasn’t surprising given the outside condition but it still made her eyes widen and a shiver run down her spine, making her entire body colder than what the storm did to her. Though it was a bit creepy, she found nothing wrong that would make her run back into the storm well besides the music. Her ears straightened more at the increase of volume, the music more louder and recognizable with each passing second.

“So it was a cello, guess that answers one of my never ending questions,” she muttered under her breath, brushing aside some of her electric blue mane out of her face as she headed deeper into the theater. “But not who owns this place or why everything is like this or what is going on here or whatever. Obviously this is a theater but it’s empty right now as evident by the lack of anypony greeting a scared wet filly like me, though everything is covered in dust, it seems like it’s closed.” Her head reared back up as she looked around the front hall then looked forward, the sound of the cello becoming louder even though her hearing should’ve caught the noises more better than before.

“But if it’s closed, then why is somepony practicing a cello this late at night?” A hoof reaching out to a door that the light of her horn barely caught, the dust on the knob tickling her nose. “Guess I’ll find out.” A loud creak echoed within her ears as she pushed it open, her eyes squinted when the lights over head hit her sight making her wince. The music became louder but the volume became dampened as she flattened her ears then backed up a few steps, allowing her eyes to adjust before entering. Her hoofsteps echoed louder as she fully entered the room, her horn’s light fading as she peered around the theater room with an unnerved look on her face.

There were many things to take in but the one thing that grabbed her attention was the Mare standing upright on the stage with the instrument in one of her hooves and the bow in the other. It was hard to make out features from her position but she could see spots of brown and something black wrapped around her neck, hiding most of the Mare. “Maybe she knows what’s going on or maybe she’s the owner?” She nearly stumbled over her own hooves as she dashed down the stairs, almost crashing into the rows and columns of chairs on her sides, her horn sparkling unintentionally. “Hey! Miss, hey…!”

The Mare’s ears perked up at her voice, her purple eyes widening beneath the heavy hood she wore. They then narrowed at the stranger charging at her, her hooves gripping her cello and bow as she whipped her cloak around her. The white filly skidded to a halt when the Mare suddenly vanished into thin air, nearly crashing into the stage from how fast she was going. “H-Hello?” she called out uncertainty, pausing for a few seconds before climbing on, walking toward the center. “Miss? Hello? Sorry to startle you but I need some help…” Her words were cut off when her magic pushed aside the dusty red curtains to peer backstage, her light spell returning revealing the nearly empty backstage.

Her irises barely caught the dragging of something dark on the floor from the light of her horn even as her hooves carried her from the curtain rack to the next door. The pink glow barely lit up the window and the words above read: ‘Employees only’, but she still made them out as well as the shadow of what looked like a pony behind the glass. “Miss?” Her magic tried the door knob but nothing happened. “Must be locked.” She let out a grumble, her hooves hitting the ground as she turned away. “Hello?” This new voice that didn’t belong here nearly made her jump, her horn’s light moving in response to her movements.

“Hello?” She pulled her ears back as she wandered over to the unknown voice, slightly worried at what she’d find. Pink met purple as the white filly locked eyes with another filly, barely illuminated by the light of her horn. This new filly, light gray and thin, black mane and tail disheveled, shakily stood on her hooves. One of her hind legs struggling to keep her upright revealed her cutie mark: a violet treble clef. “Who are you?” The silence dragged on. “Who are you?” Both fillies never breaking eye contact. “My name is Valentino.”

“Nice to meet you Valentino, my name is Octavia.”