Pony of The Blood Moon

They arrived at the bell ring as usual. All the students ran inside, laughing at others costumes. But there was one pony still outside, sitting in the tree.

"Hello, Dark Skies." The pitch-black pony looked up and smiled. He was a werewolf friend, since third grade. "What's up Dash?"

"A vampire hunter has my dearest friend." She wasn't going to bother saying Silver Dust's name, because Skies would just make fun of her. Then Dark Skies raised his muzzle and sniffed.

"You'd better get inside. Somepony is comin' and I don't think their friendly." He pointed down the street, and sure enough there was a black van coming toward the school.

"Okay then. Natsu and Gray go hide up there with Skies." The alchemists nodded and climbed up the tree. Then Crimson made a mad dash to literature class.

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"We're here, Master." The orange pony in the back smiled.

"Get the ruffian out of the back, Claude." The butler nodded and got out of the car and opened the back door. Firestorm got out and shook the hair out of his face. Then he walked around the back of the car, where Claude was pulling Silver Dust out. Firestorm smiled with malice as Claude kept on slapping Silver on the face.

"Put him in a secluded spot near the gymnasium." Once again, the butler nodded at his master's command. Then, Firestorm proceeded into the school. He was certainly late but he was posing as a new student. He reached the door and pulled the door open with his magic, but it didn't open. Then Firestorm looked up and saw a sign that 'push'. Of course, he said with a facehoof, How could I be so stupid. Firestorm opened the door with his weight and hurried off to class.

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"Hey Dash, why were you so late? You're usually in the classroom before the rest of the class comes in." Scootaloo said this through a Link costume. Crimson Dash looked at her and said "It's a long story."

Scootaloo blinked then nodded. Dash flashed a brief smile, then returned to reading. But she was rudely interrupted, because a student slammed open the doors. When all the class turned to see the pony, all the fillies squealed with delight. There in the doorway was a handsome and hot colt was standing, leaning on the door. Crimson automatically knew this was Firestorm, since she saw him before.

"SWEET CELESTIA! CAN I HAVE YOUR AUTOGRAPH?!" Even the teacher was entranced by this student. All Firestorm did was sign fillies purses and chuckled. When all the class settled back to their seats, Firestorm was left to pick a seat. He scanned the stands then smiled at Crimson Dash, even though most girls were beckoning to him to sit near them. He walked up to Crimson Dash, then promptly sat down. Every filly was disappointed as they knew instantly Firestorm fancied Crimson Dash.

"Hey, what are we supposed read, Crimson Dash?" Crimson Dash turned to Firestorm then snarled, "Homer's Oydessy. There are copies on the desk." All Firestorm do was smile. He went down the aisles, striding toward the teachers desk. The bell rang as Crimson Dash blasted off to orchestra. Crimson was glad to get away from the ponynapper and get an excuse to speed to orchestra. Crimson sighed with relief, as she took out her violin. Today, they were going to learn how to play the Phantom Of The Opera.

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Practice went well and now it was time for lunch.

It is time, thought Crimson Dash.

It is time, thought Firestorm....