The Masked Stallion

It was a cold and frosty night in Las Pegasus. Nopony was lurking on the streets except for the cold and miserable drunken ponies, driving their own lives away.

Cold nights weren't a mystery to citizens of Las Pegasus. The small family of fillies hurried into their apartment as a startling wind flew through the quiet city.

A hooded stallion approached from the frosty air of the city. He slowly walked onto the thick snowy sidewalk with thick leather bandages wrapped around his legs like an explorer.

A drunken pony stumbled out into view, wobbling onto the cold ice road. “Hey gang it’s a new visitor! Let’s beat him up!” He pointed to the hooded stallion and the herd of drunken ponies all stumbled forward at once.

The stallion stopped walking and blankly stared into outer space. The ponies edged forward, wobbling at each hoofstep. Closer and closer they edged on, increasing the pace of every step.

The stallion took no notice of the drunken ponies, as he was breathing heavily to recover from an incident. His dark green hood and coat was fluffed up and his scabbard was covered in mounds of icy snow.

He smelt the breath of one of the drunken ponies. Sarsaparilla, vinegar, shots of plain cold ice. The images of the scene flashed through his mind. He reacted quickly, taking out a slick sword from his scabbard without haste.

The drunken ponies quickly stepped back, now aware of the dangers they’d gotten themselves into. They fled and galloped back to the dark alleyways of the city. The stallion quietly continued through the city to the next town, Canterlot.

The next day was slightly better. The sun was bright but snow piled onto the busy morning streets. The hooded stallion was staying at a small inn to rest for a few days before setting off to another city or town.

“So, what brings you in town?” The innkeeper asked, passing a cup of tea to the stallion.

“I’m not sure.” The stallion replied, his deep voice becoming mixed with a gentle and soft tone.

The innkeeper looked at his crazy getup. Leather bandages, thick leather jacket, plain dark green hood, golden scabbard... Surely he would know what he was doing? Surely he would remember himself? The innkeeper suddenly stopped thinking. He pulled out an old newspaper and read the title.

MYSTERIOUS STALLION SAVES HUNDREDS

A mysterious stallion came to save hundreds of ponies from immediate destruction in Las Pegasus yesterday. The ponies were all inside a building as it was about to collapse, but a stallion of hidden identity came and rescued the ponies just before the building was about to collapse. The stallion was recognized to wear a plain dark green hood, golden scabbard, and leather equipment. Officials still do not know if he has If anypony sees him or recognizes him, please report to the Canterlot Elite.

“I can’t remember…I can’t remember what happened that day.”

The innkeeper took a quick look at the stallion. Same plain green hood and golden scabbard in the picture. Should I talk to the Canterlot Elite? The stallion looked at the innkeeper just as if he knew what was going on in his mind.

“Uh, nice day right?” The innkeeper stuttered and prepared a small drink to avoid the stallion.

“Of course.” The stallion replied, and took the small drink. I’ll play along for a while, I suppose. He smiled happily and pushed the empty cup towards the innkeeper. The innkeeper smiled back nervously and cleaned the cup with a towel.

“So, are you going to a new town?” He asked and prepared another shot of sarsaparilla. The stallion nodded. “And in 3 days.” He added, and took the shot of sarsaparilla. The innkeeper expected the stallion to drink the shot, but instead, he gave the glass back.

“I guess you recognize me.” He said.

The innkeeper nodded. “Yeah, I do. You’re that mysterious stallion right?” He pointed to the old newspaper. The stallion nodded. “You can call me Bolt. I used to be the Headmaster in the Canterlot Elite.” Bolt took off his hood to reveal his powerful red eyes and neon green mane.

“You want to hear my story?” He asked quietly. The innkeeper nodded again, unable to speak.