//------------------------------// // Frosty Magic // Story: Fleetfire // by Melody Song //------------------------------// Fleetfoot was pacing around next to her brother. They were standing in Dark Shooter's house. "Okay, tho you're telling me that mom and dad thtole magic from me, and you're only telling me thith now becauthe...?" "Because I only found out about it now. Mom and dad said they were going to give the powers to my children." "Then why are we thtill thtanding here? Let'th go get them!" Fleetfoot exclaimed. "Fleet, we need a plan. Mom and dad have it locked in a vault in the house. There's no way in." "There'th alwayth a way in." Fleetfoot objected, turning for the door. "Come on." "Since when have you been so bossy?" "Thince right now. Now let'th go." The two siblings flew to Cloudsdale, where Fleetfoot led her brother around the side. She pulled open a window and climbed in. "How did you know that would be open?" Dark Shooter asked, amazed. "Thith window ith alwayth open Dark, it'th how I uthed to thneak out to play when mom and dad wouldn't let me." Fleetfoot replied. They trotted down the hallway and Dark Shooter led her to a dark hallway. "Just down here, I think I heard mom mention the vault." Dark Shooter put his ear to the door. "But it's locked." "Let me try." Fleetfoot walked forward and then put her own ear to the door. She spun the lock a few times, listening for the clicks. "Got it!" "How did you do that?" "I jutht rotated it to show your birthday Dark. I wath only lithening to the clickth to be sure." Fleetfoot replied smoothly. "Oh." Dark Shooter looked a little sheepish. "Why didn't I think of that?" "Dunno. But we do know who the thmart one ith." Fleetfoot teased gently, entering. She froze and gasped. The room was full of gold and jewels, as well as priceless family herilooms. "So that's where mom and dad hid them all. Right, you go left, I'll go right, and we'll look for the-" "Not tho fatht Dark." Fleetfoot stopped him with a wing, and reached to the wall with her hoof. She scooped up some of the clouds and quickly molded them until they became a thin fog. "How do you know how to do weather magic Fleet?" "Rainbow taught uth, she'th the head of the Ponyville weather team." Fleetfoot then blew the fog forwards. "Magic lasers? You've gotta be kidding me!" Dark Shooter groaned, facehoofing. "Mom and dad must have paid a fortune for this." "And judging by the sheer amount of thtuff in here they really are thome of the richetht ponieth in Equethtria." Fleetfoot remarked. "Now come on." Fleetfoot flew forwards, easily swerving around the lasers with the grace and skill of a Wonderbolt. "Show off." Dark Shooter muttered jokingly, before spreading his own wings and diving past the lasers with his royal guard training. The siblings reached the edge of the lasers, where they landed. "I was scanning the stuff we passed by, didn't see anything magic-y. You?" Dark asked "Nothing." Fleetfoot sighed, then saw something in the corner of her eye. A glowing light. "Dark, do you thee that?" "Yeah..." Dark followed her gaze, and their eyes locked on a glass jar. Inside it, swirling and pulsing, was a ball of ice blue light. "I-ith that it?" "Maybe. Come on, let's find out." Dark Shooter headed over, Fleetfoot following. They reached the jar and Fleetfoot held out her hoof to graze it. "I think thith ith it Dark. Come on, we'd better get out of here." "One last thing." Dark Shooter flew over to the lasers and made it into the gold piles. He dug through them. "What are you doing?" Fleetfoot asked, flying over. Dark Shooter smiled as he unearthed something. "Thought we deserved a little reward." Dark Shooter wrapped the silver watch he held around his hoof. "Think this'll go with my armor?" "Probably, but Dark, it'th thtealing." "They stole your magic in the first place. Besides, they won't miss it." Dark Shooter shrugged, then saw something else that sparked his interest. "Ooh, here, either one of these would fit you!" Dark Shooter offered up the first. It was a necklace with a geometric wolf on a silver chain. Then he held out the second, a gleaming silver-blue tiara that twinkled in the light, it's blue gemstones reflecting the light from the lasers. "I don't know Dark, I don't want to take anything..." "Fleet, come on, you have to take something. Here, I'll pick for you, the necklace. It suits you better anyway." Dark Shooter tossed the tiara haphazardly back into the pile, then slipped the necklace over his sister's head. "Why a wolf though? There are like, fifteen otherth over there." "Because you are a wolf Fleet, I mean, you're strong, you love the night, and you have a white mane. You know, like white wolves?" Dark Shooter explained. "True. Now let'th get out of here before we're caught." Fleetfoot urged. "Fine." The two siblings made their way back through the laser grid and out of the vault. Dark Shooter closed and locked it again, then they made their escape. As the two flew back down from Cloudsdale, Fleetfoot shifted the jar in her hooves. "Dark, how do we get the magic out?" "I'm not sure. I guess we just...open the lid?" Dark Shooter suggested. "Maybe." Fleetfoot glanced at her brother. "Where should we go to open it?" "Your HQ?" "How did I know you were gonna thay that?" "Because you're my sister and you love me?" Dark Shooter asked, and Fleetfoot laughed. "Fleet, there you are. Hey Dark Shooter." Spitfire greeted Dark Shooter, who landed beside his sister. "What's that?" Rainbow asked, coming up with Soarin. She pointed her wing at the jar. "It'th a long thtory." "Actually, I could probably tell it pretty quick." Dark Shooter objected. "Well, we'd better get inside." Soarin suggested, looking up at the sky. "I think it's gonna rain." "Good thing I already took Spark back to mom's." Spitfire commented. "Thunderlane and I took Scoot and Rumble back down to Ponyville too." Rainbow added. The group headed inside and Fleetfoot led them to Spitfire's office. Dark Shooter was explaining what was in the jar. Fleetfoot set it on the desk, which Spitfire cleared for her. "So, you're just going to open it and hope it works?" Soarin asked. Rainbow shrugged. "Eh. Seems to be the plan for most of my friends and I's adventures. Winging it is pretty much our only option anyway." "Alright, everypony thtand back." Fleetfoot warned. They all obeyed, and Fleetfoot put one hoof on the lid, grasping the jar itself in her other hoof. Fleetfoot pulled the jar open. and stepped back in surprise at what happened. The magic exited the jar and swirled around Fleetfoot, seeping into her chest. Fleetfoot gasped and took a deep breath. "So...that just happened." Rainbow said. "Fleety, are you okay?" Spitfire asked, taking her hoof. "I'm fine. And I think..." Fleetfoot extended her hoof and touched Spitfire's desk. "Ice." she thought, commanding it. Ice spread from her hoof onto the table. The others all gasped. Fleetfoot pulled her hoof away and the ice melted. "Well, I guess that means the magic's working." Dark Shooter said. "Yeah." Fleetfoot sighed. "Hey, is that necklace new?" Spitfire asked, and Fleetfoot nodded. "Dark took thome thuff from the vault." "It was only a necklace and a watch. They deserved to be stolen from anyway." Dark Shooter defended himself. "True, but, you're a royal guard, so it's not very reassuring that it didn't go against your morals to steal anything from them in the first place." Spitfire argued. "Touche." Dark Shooter sighed. "This is so cool, I bet you could freeze anything!" Rainbow said. "And with Spit's Phoenix Magic, it's like, Fire and Ice." "Oh yeah, it is." Spitfire agreed, smiling at Fleetfoot, who blushed. "Y-yeah, I guess it ith." Fleetfoot agreed, then kissed Spitfire's cheek gently, making her blush.