Hooves hit pavement and a short tail flaps in the wind. A rolled up piece of paper is sticking out of a saddle bag with a hoof-drawn picture of a young alicorn with red hair and a green coat. "Aurora" Babs whispered, "Aurora". The leaves fell as she ran until a sparkle was seen in the distance. "The Crystal Empire?" Babs exclaimed, "That's where she lives?" She checked the map one last time. Yes. This was the place. No turning back now.
The fire raged. Sparks flew. There Babs stood, eyes like a injured sheep, ready for the butcher. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t. How could she? She knew this fire was her fault. The police file out of the blazing inferno.
“Babs Seed, I presume?” The police said as he looked straight into her big eyes.
“Y-yes…”
“You know these fillies?” He held up the bodies of Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle. Dead. Burned to a crisp. Manes and tails scorched, coats a putred shade of black. Ash.
“ P-please, w-what are you a-asking me for, s-sir?” Babs tried to hide her fear, but it clearly came out in her eyes.
“ Well, we found a list in their clubhouse, only thing we could find that wasn’t burned. It has 5 ponies on this. You are one. These three are here too.” He looked at the bodies. “ And a pony we don’t know. We assume they made a mistake, this pony appears to be a alicorn.” It was true. A alicorn. Babs was the only other member, besides Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo, of course.
“Aurora…” Babs whispered the unknown pony’s name.
“We also found a lantern, most likely the cause of the fire. We are going to brush it for hoof prints.”
Babs knew it then. She had to run, she had to. Find this Aurora, and go.
She knew it then.
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