As you all know, endings always end in happiness, not my story, I, rather, have a bad ending to my story. Oh! Wait! I haven’t introduced myself yet, to be formal. I am Rainbow Dash; most people call me Dash, or Dashie. Getting back to business, my story has a different way than the “Happily Ever After” stories, you hear, this story does not begin with “Once Upon a Time…” wait, I just did, whatever… Fact is: I never expected to be this way, but here I am, in a pickle… I should probably start in the beginning, as all stories begin. But remember, my story does NOT have a good ending.
“How’s the food, Dashie?” said Soarin.
“It’s ok…” said Dash
“How was your run today?”
No answer
“Are you ok?”
“Yeah, I just wish I had never had come here, sometimes…”
“But, it was your dream to come to Wonderbolt!”
“I miss my friends more than I wish my dream”
“That’s a good answer”
“You think?” said Rainbow Dash sarcastically.
Lunch in the Mess hall was finished. Dash had gone to see Spitfire, to talk about her feelings. Then, almost immediately, a “BOOM” sound came into effect.
“What in the name of Celestia…?”
“DISCOOOOORD!!!!!!!” someone screamed.
“HAHA! I’m finally free from that statue I was trapped in!”
Dash went outside to see the chaos, as Discord is named for.
Discord had taken Soarin!!! Dash was wondering how he broke from his “cell”, but she wondered no more. She HAD to save Soarin! She heard a scream, “HELP!” Soarin was saying.
But, she decided not to…
“I WILL COME FOR YOU LATER, SOARIN!”
But then, he was crushed to the death by Discord….
“NOOOO!!!” Dash screamed.
She knew there was nothing she could do now, except to run….
The truth is, she loved Soarin; she loved him to the death, but this, this was unacceptable, she thought. Dash knew he couldn’t be dead. Dash flied like the wind, like a bird in the sky, to smite the great evil. She knew that this was her destiny, her adventure, but she had to warn the other 5, Twilight, Fluttershy, Rarity, Applejack, and Pinkie Pie. They would know what to do!
The 5 were in a field, having a picnic.
“Rainbow Dash! Why are you here so soon?” said Twilight
“Discord has escaped from captive!”
“Impossible! He couldn’t have done it without the Elements of Harmony!”
“I hate… hate… hate… hate… HATE… Discord!!!” said Pinkie.
“How could’ve he escaped? Any ideas, girls?” said Twilight
“No darn clue!” Applejack said
Meanwhile, a scream came from Ponyville…
“What was THAT?!?”
The girls went to see what the scream was, in the midst of Discord’s chaos, Derpy Hooves was screaming….
“I didn’t do anything! I was just making some muffins!” said Derpy
That’s all she ever does… Dash thought.
In an instant, Discord was holding Derpy very tightly, to the extent where she was crushed to death.
“Well, there goes another citizen” said Dash.
One of the citizens said he was going to Cloudsdale, the city in the clouds. The travel was tiring… They eventually stopped at Manehattan, to take a break from their travel. But Discord had already been past Cloudsdale, the girls didn’t know this. Even then, Dash felt that Soarin wasn’t dead. She could “feel” him. After all, Discord CAN play tricks on one ponies eyes. After a while, they went on to Cloudsdale to see Discord, or the chaos he did.
Cloudsdale was in pieces, ponies were dying, buildings were falling, numerous things
Rainbow Dash asked one of the townspeople about Discord, she said she saw him going towards Manehattan, where they just went!
"Well girls, this is going to be a loooooong day!" said Twilight
Pinkie yawned rudely
Rarity dazed at Pinkie
"What? I'm tired!"
They went on to see the clues in Manehattan, nothing to be found.... How could have he gone to Manehattan with no tracks or clues? Dash thought.
"This is weird, no tracks, no clues... What now?" Twilight said desperately
"He does have powers to teleport..." said Spike
“That’s true, but now the mystery is, WHERE did he teleport?”
“Hmmmm….” Spike murmured
Coincidently, one of the Wonderbolts had been working on a teleport tracking device, Twilight asked for it, though it didn’t go so well….
“Excuse me good sir, but do you mind if I can borrow your teleport tracker?”
The “good sir” looked very much like a burglar. Black coat, white mane, everything you would expect on a burglar, fact is, he was a black marketer, and he loved to bargain as much as he loved to rob. He had a very typical voice for a robber, dark, and deep voice, almost as if he had no light inside his soul. His cutie mark, a black mask with a dollar in the background....
