Dash of Gravity

Chapter 3: back again

Here we are, the present date, well a year off it. This is the Rainbow dash we are familiar with; the one that defeated Discord, the one that got into the academy and the one that defeated little bugs that had serious appetites, the older one, from a impatient, and immature filly to an immature and impatient mare. Though Gravity hadn't done anything that changed Equestria or Ponyville,she didn't defeat impostors nor fight dragons, her parents had passed on, and didn't have anything to say at their funeral, nothing she had done, the only thing she could say was 'I still love you'. Rainbow had everything: her friends, the hydra, sombra, nightmare moon and the plain white house they had left them, slowly floated above Ponyville. daring escapes from traps, magic curses, academy and social connections, all things Rainbow had, and Gravity was left to choke in the dust. It was a normal day; a year since Mother and Father Dash had passed on (or just six feet under), everything in Equestria was fine, Discord reformed, Luna wasn't nightmare moon any more, and no random diamond dogs stealing ponies, and no blue flowers turning ponies' tongues into swollen lumps. Only one thing that stood out like a sore hoof was a hooded figure walking through Canterlot, no one took mind of it after the Zecora incident, a zebra, that isn't really that bad.

“Halt!” Two guards crossed spears, blocking the hooded pony’s path, the guards both were very broad, but they kept huffing, not of exhaustion, but of annoyance, it was a very slow day. The first guard was oil drum red, but his head was bald with patches. The other was cloud white, with sticking out hooves with his helmet stuck on, a dent lay in the side, might be a vet of the changelings. Both of their amour covered their emblems, as if it was national security not to know their talents; well, you could see a chunk, but there isn't much you can come off on with a black spike, and a steel tip. Unless one stabbed people as a talent and the other used a mace, then those little golden flaps didn't do much.

“Yes?” The hooded figure had a strange accent, thick yet light, foreign yet familiar. The figure's hood covered every part of his body,except his eyes, they were red, his pupils were almost transparent. It was as if his eyes were in blood.

“This is the castle gardens” One of the guards yelled, his gold amour gleamed into the stranger’s eye, but he took no notice, just shuck his head to pull the hood over his eyes.

“And?” The stranger tilted its head at its own response, the hood took the wind, but didn't move of the figure's head just ruffled at the current, as if latched on by nails.

“ 'And?' It’s off limits,” The guard was smirking“Unless; you are of royalty or a guard. You don’t have a gold amour under that robe do you?” The guard burst out laughing at his own joke, the other rolled his eyes, it must be of natural order now, he punched his chest. The wind pulled out of his lungs. Both glared daggers into one another, well if the imaginary daggers were as sharp as steel.

“Is that so?” The stranger question the guards’ loyalty, but as guard, you took a loyalty test to see if you were fit, but even the loyalty of royals can have holes.

“Yes!” Both stood as serious as possible, though the joking one still smirked slightly, the annoyed one still glaring but had changed his daggers' target, a  hooded figure daring to question a Celestial guard's loyalty.

“No even for one thousand bits?” The stranger rustled in the robe, and came back with a large bit pouch, clanking gold could be heard from inside; and poof! Loyalty gone. No more spears. Just for gold. Well, a thousand bits off it.

“Though it isn't royalty, it will do” both guards trying to hide their natural greed, that every parasite to pony in Equestria possessed, but locked away. Locked away...In a very flimsy cage.

“Here you go!” he threw the pouch across the ground, the hold of leather loosened,  the string broke, and gold coins scattered across the cobbled road. The guards looked at one another for about half a second, with greed and the fires of fights in their eyes, and both began to sprint towards the coins, while the guards punched, kicked, and threatened each other over petty currency, the ‘guest’ slipped in. As soon as the guards, battered and bruised by punches and confused by the other's insults, touched the last bit of shimmering metal on the cobblestones , it ignited into green flame, no sign of the fire starting, no fuse nor a spell; just a poof. the thousand pieces disappeared, leaving behind a little note that said ‘Wise up, idiots’. While the guards tried to scurried to make them look professional again, around the hooded figure’s mouth, a ball of green fire appeared, similar to the first, and when the fire was gone, the pouch, string and all were there, but the leather was slightly darkened by the fire.

“Ha” the stranger chuckled to himself, the garden was beautiful, but for him, it was too...Too...In order. “This place needs something, something chaotic” the hooded figure muttered to himself "Think, royal area, uproar needed, something funny" Then a little light flickered on in his head. He threw his mouth into the saddle bag, then his snout, the saddle bag was darkened, like the bit pouch, but the leather had peeled in places, leaving little holes, the straps were more wear and tear, after a long time, they had been replaced with chords, red chords. After almost sticking his entire head in his bag, he pulled out a picture of Celestia, and written, in lipstick red, was: ‘See you at midnight Luna’ and sat it on a little park bench, in the middle of the Celestial gardens. “That will cause some mischief, now to sneak away like a thief” Started to rhythm like Zecora, he trotted off, leaving his little patch of mischief behind, but a green light shone through the robe, but not around the head, it was from the neck.