Twilight and Luna Kill Celestia

Seriously, don't read this. It sucks more than a vaccuum cleaner.

Fillydelphia is a quiet at nights, for such a large city, but sometimes, an astute observer can hear things not meant to be heard. In fact, on a single, faithful night, an astute observer could hear the faint clunk of hooves against flesh as a down on his luck young colt was being ‘asked nicely where his money he owed was at’ by the local crime boss's goons.

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An astute observer would at this point, hear the sound of the young colt giving in “Alright alright alright! Fine! The money is in a hidden pocket in my saddlebags, just let me get it out.”

An astute observer would notice that the young colt’s horn was flaring a bit too brightly to simply be grabbing his saddle bags, but then, an astute observer would also notice the young colt’s eyes being clenched as tightly shut as he could muster.

It did not take an astute observer to hear the coming series of shouts, the first of which coming from the young colt himself “Solar flare!”  Nor did it take an astute observer to see the massive flash of light which blinded both of the two attackers, and illuminated the surrounding buildings in a pale blue glow.

It also did not take an attentive observer to hear the frantic clop of hooves on concrete as the young colt fled for his life with his bag, horn still flaring as he left a trail of ice, sheeted across the alley to trip his soon to be pursuers.

Not so long afterwards, the flare wore off, and the two grown stallions regained their sight, and took chase.

The first one, an earth pony, slid foolishly along as he attempted to give chase; while the second stallion, a Pegasus, hovered over his fallen friend and grumbled, lifting him safely across the ice.

“Buck, he got away!” the first one said, as he was let back down on the ground by his smaller friend.

“No he didn’t, you foal! He kept the trail of ice following him, which means we can follow the trail TO him!”

“Oh, right.”

“You idiot, look it’s going southwards a ways and into the next alley!” the Pegasus stated as he took off in pursuit.

It did not take an astute observer to spot the tell tale signs of being made a fool of, all over the face of the earth pony. He followed his friend.It did however, take an astute observer to hear that the hoof steps of the young colt were in fact, heading northwards, to the train station, contradicting his trail, which led to the docks.

Clothed in a simple hooded gray sweat suit, (Do ponies have sweat suits? Do they even sweat? Let’s assume they do. It’s a fanfiction about polychromatic magical talking horses, shut up.) which was gray of course- a natural camouflage amidst the urban nights, the young unicorn cold made his way through the ticket line at Fillydelphia Train Central.

‘Odd, I haven’t even expected a line, I can’t even see the ticket prices through all these ponies.'

He eventually made it to the ticket vendor who was at this point, fuming from having to work so late.

“Pardon me ma’am, where is the farthest away place that the soonest train is going to?”

She had to lean over the counter completely to even see the foal, so she rested her fore hooves on the counter while she spoke to him.

“The next train is leaving in about thirty minutes. It’s 200 bits to Ponyville, a four hour train ride, can you even afford that, squirt?”

‘TWO HUNDRED- is this filly out of her mind?! There is NO WAY I’m paying that, but I need to get out of town…’

Our young would-be hero looked rather distraught for a moment, and his horn glowed a very pale cyan. The surrounding lights dimmed slightly, all save the ones pointing towards his somehow growing puppy-dog eyes. “Pwease ma’am, can’t a starving foal just get a wee discount? My  auntie is expecting me on that train.”

The vendor lightly flinched at first and then realized the foal’s ploy. Her horn lit up an emerald green hue and the lights returned to normal, snapping the illusion on the foal’s eyes.

“Look squirt, it’s a long trip. Long trips use a lot of fuel, and fuel costs bits. I can’t lower the price, not without losing my job. Maybe you could ask your paren-“ She cut herself off, biting her lip, when she saw the foal cringe with a (il)legitimate tear in his eye at the word.

“Sorry for wasting your time ma’am.”  He sniffled a bit and his head lowered. He magicked his bags into a more comfortable position and made his way off into the dark night.

An astute observer would have noticed the small blip of light appearing within the foal’s bag, identical to the one that appeared behind the counter. (which the vendor could not see, as she was leaning over it still to see the small foal)

An astute observer would have seen the grin appear on the foal’s face as soon as his back was to the vendor as he trotted off to the back of the train station, and boarded the train headed for Ponyville.

The two cloaked mares behind the foal in line were both astute observers.

The two mares glanced at one another, and for just the briefest of moments, a smile was shared. “I told you he was good!” The shorter mare whispered to her companion, only loud enough for the two of them to hear.

“We suppose you were not exaggerating this one’s wit, my friend.” The taller mare replied, hushed as her companion was. They both enjoyed a short giggle before the ticket vendor resumed being the shrill harpy she usually was on busy nights.

“I SAID NEXT! You’re holding up a line, fillies!”

The taller mare stepped forward and hoofed a small satchel onto the counter, earning a curious gaze from the vendor. She lit up her horn and opened the bag to find it filled to the brim with the golden coins known as bits. Her eyes widened just a tad.

“Six hundred bits, we’ll take two tickets to Ponyville, the extra is for the ticket that you did not notice being stolen by that foal just now.”

The vendor looked confused for a moment and counted the tickets remaining in her lock box. Anger swelled as her horn began to spark reflexively, smoke fuming from her ears as she opened her mouth to scream. The taller cloaked mare sent a deep blue field around the Vendor’s mouth, effectively silencing the outburst, while the shorter cloaked mare let a gentle violet light flow from her horn to the vendor’s forehead. A serene look fell upon her face as the spell calmed her.

“Here is two tickets, thank you for your patronage. Next please.”

The vendor’s voice sounded lost, her mind far away in a more pleasant memory. She emptied the bag of it’s coins and returned it, with two tickets, to the counter. The two cloaked mares retrieved the emptied satchel and made their way onto the rear passenger car which contained a certain young colt.

The next three customers to the vendor were more mares, but bundled up in what seemed to be hunting gear. Pockets and small tools and knives were seen on straps and belts wrapped all over the brown leather cloaks. The hoods were  long enough to face the shape and color of the ponies beneath, but the vendor could tell that two of them were unicorns, with the other being either an earth pony, or a pegasus with small wings. The unicorns both carried small black rectangular cases, looking rather sturdy, while the earth pony was carrying an oddly shaped container made of a similar material,  yet big enough to carry three small ponies within. They each purchased their tickets wordlessly, pointing to the sign saying ‘Ponyville- 200 bits’ and hoofing a small amount of coins from some pocket They all trotted hurriedly off to the train.

‘What an odd bunch of ponies I am dealing with tonight…’ The vendor thought to herself, still in the grip of the shorter cloaked mare's calming spell. For the vendor, life slowed down for a night, her new found calm state of mind a pleasant change to her usual raging, rampant personality. (Pony-ality? buck it, be happy I'm using words like 'magicked')