The next morning was much like the previous one: up early, breakfast, and on the road. The sun was low in the western sky as they approached the next settlement. As they rounded a bend in the road, they saw several dozen houses organized around a core of larger buildings spread out ahead. Even at a distance, it was noticeably larger than the previous town. Tired and dusty from the day’s travels, they hoped it had a nice inn for the night. Sleeping under the stars could be romantic, but tonight they wanted a good dinner, a warm room, and a soft bed.
As they got closer, they could see that the buildings and houses were perched on a bluff overlooking a large floodplain. To the west of the river lay a variety of cultivated fields surrounding a small hill. A number of small structures were visible on the hill. To the east of the settlement, various types of fruit orchards extended to the edge of the forest. Scattered ponies could be seen going about their business.
As they walked into town, a tan earth pony with a red mane noticed them. He changed directions and trotted up to them.
“Hiya folks. I’m Mayor Bigwig. I saw you walking up, so I thought I’d be the first to welcome you to Flora Fields.” He extended a hoof which Quicksilver bumped.
“Mayor. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Quicksilver.” He tilted his head towards Misty. “And this is my wife Misty.” He looked around. “It’s such a lovely setting for a town.”
“We’re big enough to be a town with over two hundred and fifty ponies living here, but officially we’re still a settlement. We hope to change that soon with an application to be recognized as a town.” He gestured around with his hoof. “We’re obviously an agricultural settlement, almost totally earth ponies living in harmony with the land. We do this without any unicorn magic or pegasus weather management.”
“So, how did you come to establish this settlement?” Misty asked, tilting her head slightly.
“I spent years as a low-level political figure in Manehattan. Then one day I heard about a group of earth ponies from all over Equestria who wanted to find a place to settle and build a home for themselves. After contacting them, I helped them find this location for a settlement and work through all the legal paperwork. Seeing what they had planned, I decided to get out of the steeplechase and join them. They appointed me as the settlement's unofficial mayor. Perhaps one day it will be official,” he added with a large smile.
“Well, it seems like a wonderful place and a great plan,” Quicksilver said. “I hope it all works out for you and everypony here.”
“Thank you. So, we don’t get a lot of tourists this far north of the falls. What brings you to our little settlement?”
“My wife and I are researchers. My field is alchemy and magic, and Misty is a botanist. A few times a year, we like to get out in the field. This trip will take us all the way north to the foothills to explore some mineral deposits, and hopefully collect some new samples to take home and study.”
Misty added with a smile, “It also makes for a nice vacation, so we are perhaps ten-percent tourists too.”
The couple glanced at each other and snickered. The mayor smirked a little as he shook his head.
“We do have a concern though,” Quicksilver added. “We’ve heard that the heavy snowfall last winter and warm spring have made for really high river levels. We’re headed towards the foothills, but if the water is too high, it may not be safe.”
“Let's go take a look.” Mayor Bigwig led them towards the edge of the bluff.
“The Neighagra River carries lots of rich soil down from the foothills. Regular flooding deposits it on the fields to the west. That’s what made this area so desirable to us. You should see how green the fields will be this summer.”
“Oh, that must be beautiful,” Misty said.
“It sure is,” the Mayor answered.
As they reached the edge of the bluff, Bigwig looked down. “As you can see, the river has already overflowed its normal channel.” The water has spread out into the fields adjacent to the river. “But as I said, that’s not unusual.” He pointed to the middle of the plain. “We have a few dozen ponies living on that hill out there, mostly during spring and fall. It’s a long walk from the settlement to those far fields. They’ll be cut off from us during the flooding, but they’re safe from the high water up on the hill.”
Quicksilver asked, “What about the storm moving in?” He glanced north. “You can see the clouds forming over the mountains from here.”
“Yes, that worries me a bit. But this is a huge flood plain that can hold a lot of water. We’ve never seen it get high enough to threaten the hill out there, and this bluff and all the land to the east is even higher. You don’t have anything to worry about here, although I agree you may want to re-think continuing up towards the mountains.”
“Okay, good to know we’re safe up here. We can afford the time to stay here a day or two and see what the river does. And if it gets too high, we can always return another time. Speaking of which, is there an inn or someplace where we can get a room for the night and some food?”
“Absolutely. That’ll be the Oats and Rye Inn on the north end of the settlement. You can’t miss it, it’s the largest building we have. It’s a family business run by Mr. and Mrs. Lodge and their two daughters.”
“You’re fortunate to have such a nice place here,” Misty added.
“Yes, we are. Mr. and Mrs. Lodge ran a big fancy hotel in Canterlot before. When they heard about this group of ours, they wanted to be a part of it. They sold the hotel for a nice profit, came here with us, and opened this inn. I think they were looking for a more laid-back and relaxed lifestyle, though I’m not sure it worked out for them.”
Misty raised an eyebrow. “Why, did something go wrong?”
He shook his head. “It’s more like something went right. They don’t get a lot of overnight guests. Though that restaurant is another story.” He laughed. “It’s the social center of the community. There are ponies sitting at the outside tables throughout the day, chatting, and there always seem to be folks having a meal inside.” He smirked and started trotting away from the bluff. “The Lodges complain about how busy they are all the time,” he rolled his eyes, “but it’s obvious how much they love it. I think it’s the regulars they see here instead of the impersonal mix of ponies they’d get in Canterlot. Here they pretty much know everypony by name.”
“Sounds wonderful,” Misty said. “I think we’ll head over there now.”
Quicksilver added, “Thanks for all the information, Mayor. I’m sure we’ll see you around.”
“You folks have a nice evening.” With a nod of his head, he went on his way.
Quicksilver and Misty headed north to find the inn. As they approached the building, they saw several of the outside tables occupied with groups of ponies. Some were having highly animated discussions while others just sat quietly, enjoying the day. Several of them smiled or nodded at the couple as they headed for the front door. They walked to the reception desk where a smiling mare waited for them.
“Good afternoon, folks. What can I do for you?”
While Misty wandered towards the restaurant on the right, Quicksilver went up to the desk. “Hi. We’d like to get a room for the night, if you have any available.”
“Certainly. Just for one night?”
“That’s the plan, but the weather may force us to extend that a day or two. Is that okay?”
“That’s fine. We’ve got two rooms with in-room facilities and the rest with common facilities at the end of the hall. Though we don’t have anyone up there right now, so I’ll put you in one of the nice rooms for no extra bits.”
Quicksilver smiled, “That’s very kind of you. Thank you.”
Just then Misty returned. “This place feels so, I don’t know, comfortable. And the menu is full of tempting options.”
Mrs. Lodge beamed at the compliment. “You’re all set. You’ll be in room two, which is at the top of the stairs. Here are your keys. Checkout is at noon, so if you decide to stay longer, please let me know. Dinner time can get busy, but when we have guests, we reserve a table so you’ll be able to eat any time you want. Enjoy your stay and thanks for selecting us.”
Quicksilver snickered as he grinned. “Sure, since there are so many other inns to choose from.”
The mare smiled and shrugged. “Old habits…”
Misty suppressed a laugh and playfully jabbed Quicksilver in the shoulder. “Don’t be rude.”
A couple of ponies were waiting to pay their bill, so Quicksilver and Misty thanked Mrs. Lodge and headed up the stairs. As they entered the room, Misty put their saddlebags in a closet by the door.
“This is nice,” she said as she surveyed the room.
“It’s no Canterlot hotel, but it’s a lot nicer than sleeping under Luna’s moon. Especially with a storm moving in.” Quicksilver sat on the bed, bouncing a couple times to test the softness.
Misty walked to the window. “I can see the orchards from here.” She looked back at Quicksilver, smiling. “I love seeing healthy growing trees.”
“The botanist loves a view of plants. No surprises there,” he said with a chuckle. “Anyway, I could use a shower and a little nap before dinner.” He stretched and yawned.
“Oh, that sounds wonderful.”
It was dusk outside when they decided to head down for dinner. As they descended the stairs, they could hear conversations and laughter from the restaurant. As they entered the room a few ponies turned to give them a curious look. In a settlement of earth ponies, a unicorn and a pegasus were a bit of a rarity.
The waitress trotted over to lead them to their reserved table. As they made their way through the room, customers would smile or nod as they passed. Misty noticed a young filly with a yellow coat tentatively wave at her. Misty returned the wave with a large grin. The filly’s face lit up with a huge smile and more vigorous waving.
“Seems like a friendly place,” Quicksilver said softly.
“The fillies sure are,” Misty replied, still grinning.
The dinner was simple, but hearty; appropriate for ponies who worked hard for a living. Misty raved about the daisy and greens salad. Quicksilver smiled as she rattled off the various plant species included, some of which were rare in Canterlot dining. For their main course, they had ordered two different varieties of oat and cheese quiche. “Let me have just one more taste of yours” was a common refrain as they ate. If this was how the Lodge’s ran their inn in Canterlot, it’s no surprise it was successful.
The restaurant echoed with laughter and lively talk of ponies enjoying the evening with friends. Though at a few tables ponies leaned together and talked in hushed tones. Quicksilver would occasionally catch fragments of worried talk about the river levels and the approaching storm. The herd was unsettled.
With little else to do, they lingered over dessert. The dinner rush was over and a calm settled over the room with the remaining ponies chatting softly. As the last remaining groups began to filter out, Quicksilver and Misty decided to head to their room.
“So what’s the plan for tomorrow?” Misty asked.
Quicksilver sat in one of the chairs by the small table in their room. “I’m not sure. We can’t really plan out the day with the uncertainty of the storm.”
Misty joined him. “Yeah, true. If the storm’s bad, we could be stuck here a day or two.”
“Well, you ready for some sleep?”
“I’d rather just sit and chat for a while first,” she said with a smile.
Bam. Bam. Bam.
Quicksilver let out a groan. He opened his eyes and looked towards the door. He wasn't sure what time it was, but it was still dark out.
"Who is it?" Misty asked softly, still mostly asleep.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
"Please, Mister Quicksilver, I need to speak to you,” came a muffled voice through the door.
Quicksilver groaned again as he turned on a bedside light. "Just a moment," he called while he rolled out of bed and walked to the door. He opened the door to see a light yellow mare standing in the hallway. Her eyes darted between Quicksilver and the room behind him. Her dark green tail flicked nervously.
"Sorry to disturb you so early. The mayor would like to speak with you both right away. It's really important."
Her voice trembled as she talked. Quicksilver noticed the nervous movement of her legs and the hint of fear in her wide eyes.
"Two minutes," he said, closing the door. He turned and walked back towards the bed.
Reaching out, he gently shook her. "Misty, get up, I think something's going on."
She sat up, eyes fully open and ears forward. "Any idea what?" She slipped out of bed.
He headed towards the bathroom. "No. But given the nervousness of that mare, I don't think we should delay."
"Saddlebags?" Misty asked.
"I don't think so, not until we know what's going on and what we might need."
They opened the door and stepped out of the room. The mare, clearly relieved to see them, turned and headed towards the stairs. "Please hurry, they’re waiting for you."
They raced down the stairs. Eyes wide with worry, the Lodges watched them pass through the lobby. “This way,” the mare said without looking back. She broke into a brisk trot. Glancing at each other in surprise, Quicksilver and Misty galloped a couple strides to catch up.
Despite the hour, light poured out of many houses. Misty swiveled her ears to a couple hushed murmurs. Their guide swerved from the main street. They skirted the edges of gardens and yards, dodging any trees or bushes. The mare jumped a short wall, Quicksilver and Misty right on her heels. Ahead of them was another row of houses.
Misty ducked under a fruit tree in somepony’s front yard. "Where are we going?" she asked.
Without looking back, the mare replied, "They're gathered at the bluff overlooking the river."
They emerged from among the houses and galloped a few paces to where a large number of ponies were collected. Quicksilver looked around as they approached.
The herd was nervous. Small groups talked in hushed voices. Some ponies, unable to stand still, wandered aimlessly around the edges. Several, eyes wide in fear, watched the trio trot up.
Quicksilver and Misty moved to the edge of the bluff. "Woah, it wasn't this high last night," he exclaimed. The light from the full moon illuminated the scene before them.
When he’d last seen the river, it was just starting to spread out into the fields. Now the water extended as far as he could see. And it looked deep. Deeper than a pony could ford. Waves on the surface and floating debris made it clear the current was stronger than a pony could escape from. Mayor Bigwig trotted over to them, his mouth set in a hard line, brows knitted
"Thank you for coming. I'm so sorry to bother you, but as you can see, we have a problem.” He looked down at the base of the bluff. “The river has risen much faster and higher than normal, and we have no way to communicate with the ponies living on the hill out in the middle of the floodplain.” He pointed to the lights just visible on the top of the hill. “I hate to ask this of you," he turned to address Misty, "but could you please fly out to the hill-top and find out how they're doing?"
Misty turned towards her husband, who gave her a slight nod. "Sure, I can do that."
She smiled at Quicksilver. "I'll be right back."
She extended her wings, giving them a test flap. Trotting forward to gain momentum, she jumped into the air pumping hard to gain altitude. She headed towards the lights on the hill.
Quicksilver watched her fly out of sight until she was swallowed by the darkness. His brow furrowed as he scanned the empty sky for a few moments. He lowered his head and started pacing back and forth along the edge of the bluff. Every so often he’d look towards the hill for any sign of Misty's return. He’d snort softly and continue his vigil. He reminded himself that it was just a quick flight out and back. There shouldn’t be a problem.
After about ten minutes, somepony called out, “There she is.” Quicksilver spun around mid-stride and followed where the pony’s leg pointed. Scanning the sky, he let out a sign of relief as he spotted Misty. She was almost back. He took a few steps forward. She flared her wings to slow down and landed in front of Quicksilver. They came together and touched foreheads for a moment.
The mayor stepped up to the couple and asked, “What did you find out?”
"They’re worried about the flood level out there. The water is rising faster than expected, and it’s too late to escape, even to the west. While some of the larger stallions could probably still make it, most of the mares couldn't, and there's no way the foals could handle water that deep. They're okay for now, but if the river keeps rising..."
“Hello!” They looked up to see a pegasus approaching. He descended to land a few paces away. Trotting up to the mayor, he asked, “Are you Mayor Bigwig?”
“Yes, I am” he answered.
“Good. I’m trying to warn each town on the river.” He pointed north. “There’s a big storm over the mountains, moving south. It’s causing massive flooding.”
“How high is it getting?” Quicksilver asked.
“Easily double the flood levels from earlier today, and still rising. My town has lost several buildings and we’re evacuating to higher ground.”
“Double…” the mayor whispered to himself, glancing towards the hill.
“At least that. I’m sure you’ll be okay up here, but you should still be prepared. I need to get moving. Have a long way to go tonight.”
He looked back at the pegasus. “Okay, thanks for the warning. Fly safe.”
“I think fast is better, to stay ahead of this storm. Good luck.” He then launched himself into the air and turned south.
The mayor looked to the north. "The wind is picking up, and the lightning is getting closer.” He shifted his focus to the hill. “This is going to be bad. Really bad."
Quicksilver felt the first drops of rain. He looked up and squinted as more hit his face. Misty held out her hoof, feeling for the starting rain. Clouds were starting to obscure the moon, cutting the light it provided.
"If the flood levels really double... That hill isn't high enough for those sorts of water levels. We’re an earth pony settlement. We don't have any way to rescue those ponies out there. And there's no one else we can ask for help in time...." He looked directly into Quicksilver's eyes. “Is there anything you can do to help us?” He glanced over to Misty, and then back to Quicksilver.
Quicksilver thought for a few moments as he gazed towards the hill. “I did a project in school on long-distance teleportation beyond line-of-sight. I got pretty good at it. With enough focus, I should be able to transport two ponies per trip. Though the magic drain is going to force me to rest for a bit after each teleport loop.” He looked back to the mayor. “How far away is the hill?”
"About four and a half furlongs," the mayor replied.
He closed his eyes for a second as he did the math. "That's pretty far, but I can make it work. How many ponies are out there?"
"There should be seventy-three."
Quicksilver's eyes went wide. "Seventy-three... I'm not sure… I don't know..."
"I can take some too," Misty declared, stepping forward. "I just need some sort of a sling or harness to carry a pony as I fly."
At this, two identical ponies stepped forward from the crowd. One called out, “We’re on it.” They both trotted off towards the settlement. Quicksilver quirked an eyebrow as he looked at them through the haze of rain. He shivered when a gust of wind slapped a wet lock of mane into his eye.
The mayor explained, “Those are the twins. They’re our mechanical wizards.”
Quicksilver spoke up, “Misty, are you sure? Ponies are heavy, and it’s a long flight. I can’t have you risk yourself like that. I can’t risk it…”
Misty laid a hoof on his shoulder. “I know. But you know I’ve always been a strong flier, and I can fly circles around you.” She grinned for a moment, then looked him right in the eyes. “Quicksilver… I can do this.”
He drew in a long breath. “I don’t know…”
“Look. You’ll need to rest between teleports.” She raised a hoof to her chest. “I can probably do the loop as fast as you can. If I can carry a third of the ponies, that’s fewer trips for you.” She pointed at him. “We can make this work.”
“And I’ve probably already lost the debate on this, haven’t I?”
Misty just smiled innocently, tilting her head with eyes wide.
Quicksilver turned to face the mayor. "Okay, we'll do our best to rescue as many as we can."
Bigwig brought a hoof up to his chest. "Thank you so much. I don't want to put you at risk, but we're desperate.” He gestured towards the hill. “Those ponies are our friends and family. Anything you can do will make a huge difference."
The twins galloped back, carrying a collection of straps, ropes and canvas. They slid to a stop in front of Misty.
"Misty, is it?"
"Yes," she replied. She stepped forward, looking at the tack with narrowed eyes.
One twin organized everything on the ground while the other explained, “This is a litter arrangement that two ponies can use to move heavy things. We’ll adjust it so you can carry a pony slung below you. First, we'll put on this yoke…” The other twin slipped the yoke over her head and rested it on her withers. “And, with your permission, this harness over your flank." Misty nodded. Then she lowered her head and widened her stance.
The twins each took a side, wrapping the straps over her flank and around her legs. They pulled each strap tight with their teeth before securing it. Her ears went back a bit as they worked, wincing each time the straps bit into her skin.
“You okay, Misty?” Quicksilver asked.
“Yeah. I wish… I just want this part to be done.” She grimaced.
“I’m sorry, miss,” one of the twins said softly. “We’re almost done.”
With everything secured, the canvas was then attached by ropes to the yoke and harness such that it would hang below her in flight. One twin walked around Misty, inspecting each component, while the other talked.
"Now remember, make sure the pony's legs reach over the front and back of the canvas, but between the ropes. The canvas will wrap around their sides, and their legs will prevent them from sliding off. They should be secure for the flight."
"Got it. That makes perfect sense." She turned towards Quicksilver and added, "Are you ready?"
"Almost." He lowered his head, and his horn flared as he cast a spell on the ground. A light blue glowing ring appeared at his hooves. Runes glimmered around its edge, and short lines of magical energy rippled upwards from its center. The spell continued to shimmer after he was done casting it.
"That's my anchor point here. You fly out to the hill first. I can focus on you for the teleport and then cast an anchor there too. Then I can move back-and-forth at will."
"Oh, one more thing," one of the twins added. "When you take off and land, make sure to go straight up and down. Otherwise, the litter might snag on something."
"Right." Misty turned and gave Quicksilver a brief nuzzle. "I'll see you out there." And with a jump, she was off.
Quicksilver watched her until she was out of sight. Then, he closed his eyes and reached out with his magic. He could immediately sense her still moving away. After a bit, she stopped. She must have arrived. He focused on her location, and suddenly, he was standing next to her.
"What took you so long?" Misty quipped.
"Rush hour traffic, you know how it is." He smiled at her.
Quicksilver quickly glanced around. They were at the very crest of the hill. Scattered around were a dozen or more buildings, some made of wood, some temporary canvas tents. All the ponies were collected in a loose group. Several mares stared at the two newcomers with wide, frightened eyes. Stallions stood protectively by their families, glancing around. Quicksilver had seen this before. This was a herd on the verge of panic, ready to stampede. Yet there was no place they could flee to.
He turned to face the crowd. "Who's in charge here?"
A gray earth pony stepped forward. He was easily a full head higher than Quicksilver and simply dwarfed Misty. "That would be me," he said. "Heavy Pony’s the name."
An old poem written by J. Tull came to Quicksilver’s mind. It spoke of heavy ponies, the land, and plows slipping and sliding free.
"I'm Quicksilver, and I think you already know my wife Misty. We're going to do our best to get everyone off this island before..."
Heavy Pony gave him a single nod.
Quicksilver continued, “I apologize for being curt, but we’re working against the clock. I assume mares and foals first. Give Misty the smaller ponies.”
Heavy Pony addressed some ponies at the front, "Green Sprout, you, your sister, and your foal are first. Move!"
The three trotted forward. The mares helped the little filly maneuver onto the litter. Misty immediately took off and headed for the bluff. They could hear her talking gently to the filly as she flew away.
While Misty prepared, Quicksilver cast another anchor spell at the hilltop. He was ready when the two mares moved to stand on either side of him.
"Closer. We need to be in contact for the spell to be the most efficient."
He closed his eyes and reached out for the anchor spell on the bluff. Then, in a flash, they were there. The mares thanked him, and moved forward to watch for Misty and the filly.
Quicksilver focused on charging his magic. It was only the first loop, but he needed to pace himself. He heard the mayor tell the twins, “Make sure everyone returning from the hill gets to the clinic so Nurse Forte can check them.”
He looked up and saw Misty approaching the bluff. His muscles relaxed. He drew in a deep breath, and exhaled. She came down carefully so as to not land on the filly. The filly’s mom thanked Misty. Then the two sisters and filly moved away from the bluff.
Quicksilver moved closer. "You okay, Misty?"
She smiled and nodded. "Yes. Let's go again."
Misty lifted off and headed out over the floodwaters. Quicksilver focused, and with a flash was on the hill again. He tilted his head. The ponies now stood in two groups. One had all the foals and most of the mares. The other had everypony else. Several ponies moved around the edges of the groups, keeping the herd calm.
Quicksilver pointed at the two groups. "I thought it was mares and foals first," he said to Heavy Pony.
He frowned, glancing at the groups. “I was concerned about the weight.” He looked at Quicksilver. “So she gets the smaller ponies, you get the larger ones.”
With a single nod, Quicksilver replied, "Good thinking. Thanks."
Heavy Pony nodded to one of the groups and two ponies trotted forward to be evacuated. One of the ponies slid in the deepening mud. The rainwater formed small channels that crisscrossed the ground. Quicksilver charged his magic for the next teleport.
The heavy storm clouds obscured the full moon, plunging the scene into darkness. Nothing but a black void filled the distance between the bluff and the hill. Leaves and other bits of debris were buffeted in the stronger winds. To protect themselves, many of the ponies had turned to face downwind. They huddled together for warmth. Those that moved about splashed through the puddles on the ground.
Everypony was soaked, with matted manes and tails. Rivulets of water dripped off them onto the ground. And all the while, the floodwaters continued to rise.
Over half the ponies had been rescued. As Quicksilver returned with the next two, he swayed and had to catch himself before he lost his balance. Snorting, he shook his head to clear his eyes. He was drained.
Mayor Bigwig moved closer. "Are you doing okay?" His eyes narrowed and forehead furrowed.
Quicksilver widened his stance to steady himself. "Yeah, I think so. I've never done this many teleports in a row before. It's hard." His head was a bit low, and the strain was visible on his face.
"I was concerned this might happen, but we have an idea." The mayor turned towards the collected ponies. "Group one, it's time."
Six ponies stepped forward and walked over to Quicksilver. They gathered around him, and each reached out a hoof to touch him. Some closed their eyes, and others just stared off into nothing. As they focused, their hooves began to glow, and Quicksilver could feel magical energy starting to flow into him. He felt refreshed, stronger.
"Earth ponies can do this?" Quicksilver exclaimed.
"Yeah, we're good for more than just growing oats.” Bigwig grinned. “We use this technique to strengthen sick or injured ponies, shortening their recovery time. It's not very efficient, which is why we're using six on one here."
Quicksilver could feel the warm earth pony magic trickling into his body. It was foreign, different. He couldn’t put his hoof on it, but it somehow seemed more “earthy” and carried a sense of life and renewal. It was almost as if he could smell the scent of newly turned earth that reminded him of Misty’s greenhouse.
The flow of magic stopped, and the six ponies stepped away.
"How do you feel?" the mayor asked. "Did that help? Can you teleport again?"
"Yes, it's better. I'm not back to normal, but I feel strong enough to do another loop or two." He held his head higher, eyes open and alert. He stood more erect with a wide stance against the wind.
"We have more ponies ready to help you after each trip. We'll do what we can to keep you going as long as you are able."
"Right. Be sure to ask Misty if that will help her. I don't know if a magical recharge or whatever you guys call it, will be of much help for a pegasus. Though ask her the next time she returns."
For the first time, Quicksilver allowed himself a hint of optimism. There were only ten ponies left on the hill. Just a few more trips.
The scene went blinding white. A crack of thunder shook the ground. Several ponies yelled in startled panic. A couple bolted towards the safety of the settlement. No lightning had struck that close yet. Quicksilver wondered if being exposed on the bluff was safe. He didn’t need a physics degree to know that wet ponies standing on wet ground in a lightning storm was asking for trouble. He squinted against the driving rain as Misty landed.
He walked over to her, wincing as debris blown by the wind hit his face. "Misty, I think you should stop. You look really tired. And the wind..."
She shook her head in a futile attempt to keep her mane out of her eyes. "I will. Just one more trip. There's one last mare I can rescue."
Misty took off. Her head was down as the driving rain pelted her. The empty litter jerked below her as the wind caught it. Quicksilver fidgeted, tapping his hoof on the ground impatiently. He gulped as the strong gusts wobbled her, and she dropped slightly. “Hurry up,” he whispered to himself and glanced to the six earth ponies. As soon as their hooves left his side, he teleported to the hill. He sighed in relief. Misty was just ready to start her trip back to the bluff.
He looked at her, squinting against the rain, mouth open to speak. She cut him off. “I’m okay. Don’t worry.” She strained to lift her last passenger into the air. Her wings beat hard as she struggled with both the weight and the wind. Slowly and shakily, she rose in the air. The ropes snapped taut with the weight of her passenger. Once airborne, Misty started forward. The wind immediately pushed her off course. She struggled on, flapping hard.
A strong gust blew strands of wet mane in Quicksilver’s eyes. He cleared his vision just in time to see Misty cant dangerously to one side. With her wing pushed vertically, she plummeted towards the raging waves. The harnessed mare hit the water with a splash. One of Misty’s wingtips slapped the water. She twisted her body to right herself. She beat her wings furiously as if she were trying to escape Tartarus itself. The mare emerged, dripping wet and hanging onto the sling for dear life. The wind buffeted Misty back and forth like a ragdoll as she fought for every inch of altitude. Another gust pushed them deeper into the darkness. Quicksilver and Heavy Pony glanced at each other, eyes wide with fear.
The large stallion put a hoof on his shoulder. “She’s strong. They’ll make it, although they’ll hit land south of the settlement.”
Quicksilver nodded. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His heart rate slowed as he exhaled. Calmer, he teleported the next two ponies to the bluff.
Once the flash of the spell left his eyes, he quickly looked around. Misty was nowhere to be found. He bolted from between the two ponies. Eyes wide, he yelled, “Someone help!”
The mayor galloped over and slid to a stop in front of Quicksilver. “What is it?”
“The wind! Misty has been blown down-river.” He glanced in that direction. Flashes of lightning bathed the scene in stark, cold light. Bits of debris carried by the river shown momentarily before fading into the darkness once more. “She needs help!”
The twins stepped forward. "We'll go now and follow the river. Don't worry, we'll find her." They hitched up a nearby wagon and galloped off, the wagon rattling and bouncing behind them.
Quicksilver watched the twins until they were out of sight. He gritted his teeth. He needed to go find Misty, but more ponies needed to be rescued. As he pranced on the spot, the next six ponies surrounded him. He froze when he felt their magic wash over him.
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. His focus returned. He looked towards the hill. There were seven more ponies out there, and they were waiting for him to return. They needed him. The earth ponies backed up, and he flashed back to the hilltop. He glanced around. Time was running out. The floodwaters would soon inundate the hill.
The next two ponies stepped up when another one gasped. Quicksilver turned and noticed the stallion staring wide-eyed to the north.
Following the pony's gaze, they squinted through the driving rain. It only took a moment to spot a white line on the surface of the water. It was moving towards them, fast.
Heavy Pony mumbled, “The next town has a reservoir… If it was breached…” Then he yelled, “That’s a flash flood!” He turned to face Quicksilver. “You have to go! Now!”
Quicksilver shook his head. “I won’t have time to get back!”
“Go!” Heavy Pony stomped a hoof on the ground.
Quicksilver snorted. “No! That’s not an option. Everypony, gather in tight. And I need all the magic you can share.”
Heavy Pony moved behind with his chest against Quicksilver’s tail. the others huddled close.
“Can you teleport us all?” he asked.
“No.” Quicksilver’s horn began to glow.
“Then what are you…”
“Less talk, more magic.”
Quicksilver widened his stance. He could feel the magic from the seven ponies around him. He hoped it would be enough.
As the wave approached, the submerged hill rose up to meet it. The buildings at the north end of the hill exploded as it hit them. The dark wall of water rose up like a monster ready to pounce.
One of the ponies yelled out, “We have to run.”
Heavy Pony turned, his eyes red. “Do! Not! Move!”
"Now!" Quicksilver hissed through gritted teeth. He cast his spell.
Time froze. Through the blue translucence of the shield spell, he could see every drop of rain as if frozen in space and time before him. The wave towered over him. Like a giant maw, it was filled with debris and personal items from the destroyed buildings. At the crest he saw a pony toy doll that once belonged to some filly. He thought of Misty.
The shield spell flared bright blue as the wave hit it. The water hissed, as if angry at being denied its prey. Even through the spell, Quicksilver felt the impact. He slid back, stopped by Heavy Pony behind him. The shield rippled and creaked as debris peppered it.
Quicksilver regained his footing in the slippery mud. He looked up as the rushing current continued washing over the blue dome. The water slowly abated, leaving only a small patch of ground to stand on. Not a single pony breathed.
Quicksilver dropped the shield. "Everyone but the next two ponies, step away. I’ll be right back." He teleported away.
Back on the bluff, another six ponies were ready.
"That wave..." the major started. "What happened?"
"Everyone is okay, but we're out of time. Get back!" Quicksilver called and flashed away. The six ponies stopped mid-step and stared, wide eyed, at where he had been standing.
Back on the hilltop, he realized the water reached up to his fetlocks. The hill was submerged. He glanced at Heavy Pony who looked on, jaw clenched, lips pursed. The next two ponies stepped up. By reflex he returned to the bluff. He nodded to the six waiting ponies and hung his head. He needed more magic.
As he waited, a mare galloped towards the bluff. “Where’s Quicksilver?” she called, sliding to a stop in the mud. Bigwig pointed at Quicksilver who raised a hoof. She trotted over.
She panted hard. “We made it... We landed well down-river... Misty got us safely to shore.”
“Is she okay? Where is she?” His face twisted with worry.
“She’s exhausted, but she told me to tell you she’ll be fine. I galloped here and ran into the twins.” She stopped to catch her breath. “They know where to find her. Don’t worry.”
"Thank you," Quicksilver replied. He opened his mouth to say more, but the words caught in his throat. He closed his eyes and shook his head. With rainwater streaming down his face, no one could see the tears he shed.
A pony called out from the edge of the bluff. “Mayor, it’s bad. The water...” He pointed down at the water. “It’s risen several hoof-lengths in the last few minutes.”
“I gotta go.” And with a flash, Quicksilver was back on the hill. He jumped in surprise. The water was to the top of his legs. This was more than “a few hoof-lengths.” Quicksilver looked to see Heavy Pony standing just inches away. His face was calm, his eyes a little sad.
"Quicksilver, thank you for what you've done. Get these last two out of here. There's not enough time for another trip. But it's okay, we saved them all."
"Not yet we haven't!" Quicksilver was defiant. "You hold on, you hear me? Do not give up!” He pointed a hoof at Heavy Pony. “I'll be back for you, and you'd better be here."
He teleported back to the bluff. The two evacuees bolted away. Quicksilver waved off the next six ponies. "No time, I gotta go." Before anyone could respond, he was gone.
When he landed, he gasped, shocked by the depth of the water. It reached his withers, splashing over his back. The current pushed him over. His hooves slipped in the slick cold mud as he struggled for purchase. Falling meant getting washed away. The dirty water splashed in his eyes. It meant never seeing Misty again. Suddenly the ground was gone, and he started to topple over. He grunted as his side impacted something solid. Heavy Pony stood rigid against the current, squinting in the driving rain. Quicksilver flashed him a smile and braced against him as he quickly regained his hoofing
“Thanks.” Quicksilver heaved. Glancing upriver, he spotted a large tree coming towards them. He gulped. It rolled and churned in the waves, barreling straight at them. Its dark, bare branches reached out of the frothy waters. The wet splintered wood shone like a dozen daggers in the low light. “Time to go.”
He charged his horn. A tree limb struck the water surface, showering him in droplets. He fired his spell just as a pointy branch reached for his face.
They appeared on the bluff. As the spell dissipated, all the water caught within it splashed in a circle around them. They were both soaked with water pouring from their manes and tails. Quicksilver fell to his knees with his head down. He breathed deeply. Then he collapsed onto his barrel, legs folded beneath him.
Heavy Pony turned to address the mayor. “I was the last one. Everyone’s off the hill. But it’s underwater and all the buildings and equipment are gone; wiped clean.”
“The stuff can be replaced,” replied the mayor. “The ponies can’t.” He looked down at Quicksilver. “Are you okay? Can you get up?”
He shook his head, then asked, “Where’s Misty? Is she back yet?”
Bigwig glanced down the road. “I’m sure they’ll be back soon.” He looked back to Quicksilver. “We need to get you over to the clinic so Nurse Forte can check your condition.”
Without looking up, Quicksilver replied, “I’m okay, just tired. I’ll wait.”
The mayor stepped forward and lowered his head. “You’re obviously drained, and you may be injured.” He motioned to a couple of ponies to come over and help.
“No!” Quicksilver shook his head and glared at the mayor. “Not until Misty gets back.”
The mayor backed up. Looking at Heavy Pony, he tilted his head towards Quicksilver.
Heavy Pony bent down. “I know you’re worried. I promise I’ll wait until they show up and then come tell you.” He rested a hoof on Quicksilver’s shoulder.
Quicksilver met his gaze. “I can’t leave. Not until I know she’s safe.”
“Please, you need to be checked.”
Quicksilver shook off his leg. “No! I’m staying.”
Heavy Pony remained at Quicksilver’s side. Most of the rescued ponies and those in the crowd had already left due to the fury of the wind and rain. Bigwig walked over to those still waiting and urged them to seek shelter. There was nothing more to do tonight. In a few hours, dawn would come, and there would be a lot to do then. A few minutes later they heard the rattle of the wagon approaching.
“We found her,” one of the twins called out. “She’s tired, but okay.” The wagon slowed to a stop.
Quicksilver raised his head. “Heavy, help me up.”
Heavy Pony extended a hoof as Quicksilver struggled to stand. Weak and unsteady, Quicksilver walked to the wagon. Looking over the side, he saw Misty lying with her legs folded under her. The harness was piled in a corner of the wagon.
He moved around the side of the wagon to get closer. “Misty? Oh, thank Celestia. Are you alright?”
“I’m fine. Tired, but fine.” With their eyes closed, they nuzzled. He nickered softly.
Quicksilver pulled back. “What happened? I saw you get blown down-river. I thought I’d lost you.”
“I couldn’t fight the crosswind, so I just flew straight for whatever land I could find. Walking back was too much, so I waited until these two came to get me.” Her eyes went wide. “Are you okay? Is everyone safe?”
“Yes. Heavy Pony here was the last one. We got them all. I’m not sure how, but we got them all.”
“Alright, that’s it,” the mayor said as he walked over. “Put Quicksilver in the wagon, and take them over to the clinic. Then we need to move everypony inside before we drown in this rain or get blown away.”
They helped Quicksilver into the wagon next to Misty, and everypony headed away from the edge of the bluff. Quicksilver put his head down and closed his eyes. The trip was a hazy blur. He heard ponies talking, but their voices seemed far away and unintelligible. He was vaguely aware of being taken up the stairs and helped to bed. He looked to see that Misty was beside him, already asleep. He listened to her breathing as he slipped away into a dreamless sleep.