Dash of Gravity

The Dashes had moved over Pony-Ville, into a white cloud mansion, with spiralling stairways, large rooms, even larger bedrooms and, best for Gravity, away from all the ponies in clouds-dale.  Gravity ran into up the stairs, through a hallway, took a left than a right. Then, stood, stone still. She had found a staircase into the attic, now any explorer would run like hell was chasing them to get up in to that room. That is what Gravity did. Run as if hell itself was chasing her. Bang. Bang. Bang, the stairs went as a little pony ran up them. The attic was dusty, full of boxes, wooden and cardboard, old and new. Gravity has read daring do, every single one, the books taught that friends can conquer all...Also, to open every single container in any room to see what was in there. Dust flied as she opened the first box. Cough. Cough. Cough, went the pony as dust ran around her. Inside were a number of books, note books and pads, all titled. They read: The reins of destiny, saddleback of destiny, count pony-ula, Dr. Mad’s pony, Iron hooves’ Party cannon theory, Journal one, Journal two, Journal three, Journal... No number. The journals were all leather and decaying slightly too, to Gravity this meant ancient. The journal with no number puzzled her, all the others were numbered, either this is something important or the pony was too lazy to actually write the number. This journal was more crinkled and bent than the others. Gravity didn’t want to let her role model down, though, time and time again, Rainbow had said Gravity’s role model was her, when it was Daring Do. Though, the role model is only real with ink and paper, she still saw her as her role model. She had nicknamed it ‘Chameleon system’ (the cover peeled slightly to see a couple of scribbling and the words ‘Chameleon system’, therefore Chameleon system) she set it down near the stairs, making sure that she didn’t make a sound, not even a creek. She opened another, this time it was just random junk, a old bottle of nuka shake, she wasn’t going to drink that, a little screwdriver, a rusty wrench, than a piece of fabric. It was torn, not ripped to shreds, torn neatly. It was fully purple except for a picture of a blue Pegasus; the Pegasus looked extremely like her sister, rainbow hair and all. The only thing that wasn’t there was her mouth, and her eyes. Was it a war banner? Then strange markings lay across the top, the first looked like to circles on top of each other, the second was a line bent to the right, the third was a single circle, the fourth was a curved line downwards, and the fifth looked like a curved line upwards with a little tail. She couldn’t understand it. Was it an ancient language? None the less, she placed it down near to Chameleon system. As she turned her back on it, it shown greens slightly; it illuminated part of the room. The grey pony span around, the light stopped as soon as her eyes caught the material. She then trotted on, with the thought as if nothing happened and it was her little imagination. Another box: An old Super pony comic, a bat pony comic, a full set of castles and kings, and a book on the party cannon theory. ‘Nerd’ Gravity rolled her eyes as she thought this but she took the party cannon book anyway and placed it down next to the supposed war banner.

“Gravity! Where are you?”  A voice exploded through the house, bouncing across the walls and into the attic

“Yes!” Here came the classic response of yelling back instead of walking to see what the matter was

“I’m trotting into the biggest room” She wasn’t really, she just was doing it to get her little sis mad, like any good older sibling would do

“Wait! What?” She came sprinting down from the room, but taking the three items with her. She turned a couple corners and a few more left lefts and rights; Just in time to see her sister half way through a door way.

“No!” Launching her through the doorway and into the room itself “Mine!” As firm as a single soldier against a thousand soldiers

“Dang nag it,” Rainbow faked being annoyed “You beat me too it, little sis”

“Aha” Sticking her tongue out at her sister

“Fine, it’s yours” Still pretending

“Yes it is” And another stick of the tongue

As night fell and the others were asleep, Gravity lay awake, reading. At this moment, she was reading the party cannon theory:

If the confetti is aimed and the balloons are loading as instructed and fired precisely, it should, as estimated, create the perfect party scene. The mark one was issued to test subjects, it appears the experiment helium has a certain hypnotic side effect, the mark two’s confetti was made of a prototype paper, designed for the Statue D shuttle, and it pierced the dummies. We are fighting...

Gravity threw the book at a makeshift pillow silencer, with its landing dead on. Chameleon System seemed to glow in the dark, so she picked it up. She flicked through; it was all science words, and nothing she understood as a filly, then red lettering, spelling out ‘True history’. She flipped back, and this she could understand and read:

The apple family took our land, no permission, just snatched it like the common thief. Planted apple trees were our homes were. That filly that walking into the ever free forest, roach was about it run and slit it’s throat, we had to hold him back. We haves rules, one of them is ‘not the little ones’. The rule was almost discharged as she stole our last food source. We have hidden under ground, and stole cloths and diamonds as acts of revenges of this cursed town, Lamigo, the only pony around us, is going to let him free. We shall watch as this town falls.

Gravity shot up like a bullet, the apples were thieves? Who is this Lamigo? Who is ‘him’?

Gravity fell asleep before the questions got to her. And poof. No more questions.

The sister’s parents called breakfast, and, as nature dictates, they ran down stairs like a bull after a red shirt. There mum announced they would be started school today, and there dad announced that they had about 5 minutes to get there.

“What?! Quick, sis, fly!” Rainbow commanded, even before her little sibling could react, she had grabbed her and was started to fly out the door. Shot past three houses, scraped part of the roof of another, and through the centre of an apple cart, a green pony yelled something while she covered a small orange filly’s ears.

“Rainbow!” Gravity yelled

“What?” Still flying but looking at her sister, bad move. She chased into a pink filly.

“Owww” The pink filly was holding her hooves

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Rainbow dash was coming towards the pink filly “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, nothing a teeny tiny party wouldn’t fix” The filly was making a shape with her hooves that was quite small

“So,” She scratched the back of her head “Where are you off to?”

“Pony-Ville school” Said the little filly

“Cool, we are going there too, can you show us the way? We’re new” Rainbow gambled.

“Yeah, sure” she said, bouncing up and down

And the three fillies trotted to school together; the beginning of a friendship between pinkie pie and Rainbow dash.