The final royal guard fell asleep, assuming that everything would be fine, as always. Two shadows carefully waited outside, one of a pony and one of a stallion. The pony reached into her pack and rustled out a large drill. She placed it on the wall, and motioned for the stallion to come over. They both shifted their weight, and slammed against the drill. The were rewarded with a hole big enough for them to slip in to. They regained their balanced, and took to the air.The two ponies hustled throughout the corridors. They moved through the air, as not to trigger the security. No noise was made, yet their intention was unmistakable. In the royal castle, the heist had begun.