It is a cold and beautiful night; the sky pastel alike the passonate fires of love. Young colts and fillies scurry to thier jobs, wishing not to be late on such a monumentous day. Carts clatter down the cobblestone streets, occaisonaly losing grip on the icy divots that had developed over the year. Vivid lights burst to live, casting colorful hues of gold and brown on the streets. From the windows of buildings faces can be seen of those spectating the awesome parade to come. The sound of iron on stone signals the comming of the carrages. Lively music can be heard from the halls; and people croud the streets to view what is to come.

A door opens, with a chime from the brass bell ringing clear above the croud. A disorented and stressed Twilight Sparkle bounds off the steps, closely acompanied by her roomate, Spike. As Twilight twists and turns through the crowd of people; Spike speaks to her with an almost rethorical concern. "Twilight, Why are we in such a hurry?" For a breif, but not yeilding moment, She turns her head to answer him; only to collide with a similarly rushed pony. Twilight turns to see Applejack, face reddend by the bite of the fall air. Twilight repeats spikes question to her; now fully wondering how she was to get to Princess Celestia's castle on time. "Th' Princess want'd me ta' bring sm'a my family's apples to 'er castle. We're you goin'?" Twilight returns from her future enticement with the party to give a terse remark. "I'm suppost to be at Princess Celestia's castle prepairing for the party thats HAPPINING!" With this statement, bolth Applejack and Twilight rase themselves from the frozen ground; turning and rushing through the crowd to the ruler's castle.

On the other end of the town; a fight has broken out. Three ponies hold a female pony to the wall of an aged building. Slaming his fist into the captive's stomach, the leader of the three asks an impatent question. "How many times do I got to tell you? Don't go fuckin' round with my 'supplies'! I got fifteen deals that have got to be made by this tuestday, or im shit outa' money! If pricks like you keep stealin' my coke; i'll go broke!" The lanky pony to his right chuckles at this and states humirously; "Ey' boss, you just made'a ryme!" With this remark the leader; a short, pudgey, foul tempered colt lays into the taller groupie. "I know what the fuck Im sayin' when im sayin' it! Shut your fat trap befor' I beat you too!" "Im sorry boss, I just wanted to make a joke! Honest!" The leader takes off his cap; smacking the other across the face. "Well, did I hire ya' to be makin' any goddamn jokes? Did I?" "N-No boss, Y-You hired me so I-Id do all th' dirty work!" The leader and second have now released their grip on the captive, and completely turned their backs to the third groupie. "Well, You dont seem to be doin' a good job! I be the one runnin' round shootin' people; and all you do is say ' Uh... Uh..' Im tired of it! Am I right vinney?" The leader lifts his hand for some signal to talk, and turns to look behind him. "Vinney?" On the ground, now in front of the leader, lay cringing form of the third groupie; with his own knife impaled deep into his stomach. With a look of pure shock, the leader looks down the alley to see the pony dashing for the streets. The colt becomes furious, pulling the pistol from his belt and presuing the enfreed capturee. The pony turns a corner, faced immeaditly by a solid brick wall. The pony turns back to the presuers, who are turning the corner now. "Where the fuck'd you think you'd get? Noone knows the slums like us! Give me the money now and we wont be forced to kill you and your family!" With this; the pony looks up, and smiles. Returning her view to the two presuers, she states a single sentince. "Streets? Who needs streets?" The leader becomes enraged beyond thought, and opens a shot at the lone pony. The sound of metal on metal vibrates through the air. The leader looks unbelievingly at the sight before him. A blue-coated rainbow-maned pegasus stands gaurd forward of the pony, with a katana wielded in its hooves. Attempting to shake away the disbelief from his mind, he shouts at the pegasus. "Who the fuck are you suppost to be?" The pegasus lifts her head to the attacker, and states blandly; "Noone of YOUR Intrest!" With this the pegasus charges tward the two, bringing a acending vertical slash along with her.

At the castle, a petty argument blares through the walls. Rarity, who had been sent to tailor the princes's clothing for the party ahead, was worked into fanatics. All of her gems were missing; and the party was just an hour away. She screamed at the guards, apperently holding them responsible for the missing attire. "Princess Celestia demanded specificly that her gems were to be carried under armored guard; and now look at what happend! Seventy-five thousand worth of jewls are missing without a trace! What in the hell am I to say to the princess?! 'Oh, im sorry! You will not be able to go to your party because ALL of your gems are missing!" With this she turns to the empty chest, and begins to weep. "She'll have me exicuted for sure!" Through all the incessent sobbbing, none of the guards hear the small pegasus gently walk up behind them. In a docile and miniscule voice; barely audible, she becons for the attencion of the three. "Excuse me; but I believe that these are yours." The ensaddend unicorn turns first, almost seeming to shift personalities. "Sweet jesus! I cant believe it! Where in the nine hells did you find them, Fluttershy?" Fluttershy looks breifly at the two guards, and states to the unicorn; "My friend randy found them. He has this looove for shiney things; and usualy gives them to me when he finds them." At the closing of this sentence, a small, feril-looking racoon moves from the crook of her leg, exposing its face to the much-taller unicorns. Rarity; with an almost eerie smile on her face, leans close to the new-found racoon. "So, It was this cute little buggar that swiped all of the princes's gems?" The racoon looks up at the pegasus, seemingly for a source of re-asurance. Fluttershy signals to the racoon that its ok; giving it a little smile. The racoon turns back to the inquiring unicorn, and nods. Rarity lifts her head, and still holds the smile; "Ok, In that case...." Her horn becomes aglow with a blue flame, and an invisible force lifts the racoon off the ground. Before the pegasus has a moment to mention anything; the head of the rodent twists on its sholders, popping clean off its neck. Blood splatters in a shallow pool around the carcass as the unicorn lets its victim go. Noticing the contorted look on Fluttershy's face, she turns and shoots a parimethian arrow. "Now; I've got some seirous sewing to do."

Applejack and Twilight reach the gates as the sunlight leaves the streets completely. The amber glow of the street lamps shadows the already distressed mares, who rush through the now open iron doors. They almost immeaditly encounter Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie, of whom seem to be in a frantic hysteria also. Giving her eyes but not her attencion, Twilight asks Rainbow if she knew where the princess was. The flustered pegasus seemed to have her mind full of problems; and lost it at this remark. "I just got into a motherfuckin' slaughtershow with three colts! The last thing im worrin' about is where the damn princess is!" Twilight does not take kindly to the verbal assult; and while she prepares for a comeback, a joyous unicorn runs between the two, being tagged by a pegasus. "Celestia wants us in the detention block! She says that there's a show to be seen!" Rarity squeals with exitement as the other four slowly soak in the news, having various reactions. Applejack and twilight look at each other, and begin to follow the jubliant unicorn. Pinkie Pie is not far behind; bouncing in her usual joyous bliss. Rainbow is the longest to decide, cursing under her breath as she followed the five.

The mares walk down the long hall; seemingly perfict in its design. Twilight, in the lead; counts the numbers on the sub-halls. "500...550...570... Here it is! Hall room 579! Finaly!" The relieved unicorn opens the door; and immeaditly sees the crowds of ponies. Hundreds of ponies watch the musicans; screaming the lyrics of the song in unisin. Rainbow hears the music; immeaditly crumbleng away any depression that remained in her mind. "Hell yeah! This princess knows how to party!" She pushes past the other five, joining the crowd in their cheer. "HELP ME! IM DYING IN HERE! HAVENT I MADE IT CRYSTAL CLEAR? I NEED YOU TO SURVIVE!..." The other mares watch confusidly as Spike gets a strained look on his face. He pauses, and belches loudly; grabbing the letter just as it hits the air. Twilight walks outside to hear what the comotion was about, and is followed by Applejack and Rarity. When the door closes; shutting away the clammer of the room, Spike begins to read the letter. "To my loyal subjects, I can guess that Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie are enjoying the treat I have set up for them. I know that you dont neccecarly share the same tastes as the two. Rarity, I have set up a cosplay for you, and I believe that you would like to create the costumes. Applejack; I would like it if you could acompany Spike to the dining hall, so that you two may find it easier. Twilight; I know you would be no other place than the greatest library in Equestria. I hope you all enjoy your first Dekami at the castle! -Princess Celestia- After he finishes reading this, he looks to only see Applejack. "Where'd the other two go?" Applejack only sighs and shrugs. "Guess they wanted 'ta get there 'extra fast. C'mon, we got a banquet ta' go to.

Later on that night; when the festivities have commenced and everypony is slowing down, the six meet again. In a rather large room, assumidly designed for a large group; the mares unite. Rainbow dash is tagged by a edgey-looking unicorn; Pinkie is hyped on some unknown substance; Applejack and Spike are finishing the food they'd aquired, Fluttershy and Rarity are having an argument over the dead racoon, and Twilight has her nose buried deep into a historic bible. Spike sees the colt enter the room; and moves indeliberatly off his perch on the rafters. "Now, who in th' hell are you?" Twilight hears him say this; lifting her head, and notices the unknown charicter herself. The unicorn sees that most of the attention is on him; and leans against the nearest wall. Bringing his right hoof before his left, he pulls a small, cardboard box out of his jacket pocket. Shifting his weight, the colt sparks a lighter, and pulls a short, white stick from the box. Placing it between his placid lips, he takes a heavy draw. Looking to see that he still has all of the mares attencion; he exhales, sighing deeply. Looking straight; he starts. "My name's Silver. Silver Blade. An't I ain't nothin to do with no bookworms or pushovers." He takes an even longer draw on his cigarette; and flicks the stub to the floor. Twilight looks worryingly at the red-hot ashes on the carpet; and Silver sighs. He stomps on the ashes, and follows Rainbow to the showers. Spike looks confusidly at twilight; and she just returns to her book. He looks to rarity for guidance; and she just shrugs.

Author's Note

I am proud to say that while this story may not be the best in grammar, it was my first, and I thought that after three years of sitting on it, "What the hell, someone might like it." I'll do all you viewers a favor and slam the grammar button, the next chapter should be out in a couple of hours!