The night was warm and welcoming. In Red's opinion the darkest of nights were the best. No stars nor beautiful moon just darkness, space and freedom. She marched on, into the limitless black, and let the night swallow her.
Red Dew dragged her mangled body through the plains. The soft sea of brown seemed to pacify her. Blood had drained from her body to the point of near-death, but she continued on taking minor steps . She cringed every stride as she hovered a hoof over an exposed bone on her side. Chunks of flesh were missing from her thighs and underbelly, deep cuts occupied her sides . The tall wheat polished themselves with a glossy red.
Coping with the pain wasn't easy but she managed. Red's mind wandered away from the serious injuries. Her breathing became steady, less erratic. Eyes concentrated indefinitely straight forward.. Every muscle moved systematically, despite the damages.
“What happened?” Thinking deeply to herself she finally remembered.
The confines of her office felt a little smaller today. In Red's boredom ,she let her thoughts wander through the walls. She started to telepathically folding paper planes, each with different design. Short planes, long planes, planes without a noses she made every model that she could think of. Then the fleet took to the sky, flying in circles, barrel rolling and looping but ultimately crashing, either into the walls or ceiling. A stray plane flew out the door...
“RED.” A raspy voice came from the other room “I don't hear you working!”
“We're supposed to be seen, not heard working.” she replied
“REALLY, I coming over there now.” The mare stood at the door, her eyes grimaced. Scraps of paper clung to her blue hair. Sea Breeze was pissed. Her normally blue face had a reddish tone. A snarling impression stuck to her mouth.
Sea breeze hated Red Dew. Red's inconsistent personality didn't fit well with her. She gets passionate and enthusiastic one minute then rebellious and lazy the next.
“Nice hairdo” Red leaned back, putting her hind legs on the table
“Shut up.” Sea teleported a stack of scrolls to Red's desk. “You've got work to do.”
“What's this?” Red sat up, back to a respectable working position.
“I want you to destroy them and DON'T look into it” The mare put extra emphasis with a nod. But she knew she wouldn't listen.
Sea left without hearing another word. “Can I burn them?”
Borrinnng .Well, while I'm here...
She levitated the first piece and peeled the seal. It was confusing, the scroll was blank.
Nothing, a useless piece of paper.
“Whelp, time to burn.” The shredder was broken anyway. She ignited the two inches from the tip of the scroll. Instead of burning completely, the flame trailed ash, forming words.
Dear Princess Celestia,
You foul wench. Thoust shall pay your injustices. hiding behind your damned sun. Don't think I know? Your final solution, you wrecked witch you. Think thou is smart fabricating a mythological being called vamponies. THEY DON'T EXIST. How many? Four? Five? Six million ponies you took lives from. You will pay. I'll see to it.
The rest of the page had been completely illegible but the message stood through. Red started to read the rest. Burning illuminated the room.
[One hour outside Canterlot secretarian office]
She walked, carrying the threat letter to Celestia in her mouth. The mare didn't know what to think. Some part of her believed that the letters was true. But she couldn't, Who would trust a letter more than living being, a god in fact? She had her own theories.
Red switched topics, focusing on her school and not the matter at hand. The college itself wasn't difficult but she lacked certain skills. She excelled in open cavity surgeries but which is taboo for unicornian medical society. The whole staff consisted mainly unicorn, squeamish on sight of blood Having no training to train her, the staff decided to let her fail without proper tutoring.
“Th'll nvr le me in ah erth pny univrsiy” Red let out a deep sigh dropping the paper “ 'overqualified' my ass. No offense.”
“None taken.” The donkey said.
Passing five governmental and municipal buildings, she finally reached Princess's tower.
“Halt.” The guard pony adjusted his gaze” What is your business?”
“Secretary adviser or Secretary to the adviser.”
“Which one are you?” He pressed his helmet against her head.
“Pick.” she retorted pushing him away with the tip of his horn. “Listen horsey boy, I absolutely have to see Princess Celestia. Some crazy pony is sending her encrypted threat letters and I need to talk to her.”
“Who sent you?”
“Me, It's called initiative. Now let me in!” Red pushed forward and was forced back.
Red was getting pissed. For a microsecond, her face clenched in anger. She took a deep breath and formed a plan.
“How about if you let me in... I'll let you in.” Putting a hoof on his golden armor “Follow me and let's get that tight armor off.”
The pearl white stallion made no attempt at words His body revealed enough: sweating, gaping jaw, tongue hanging and blushing. Awareness weak, He followed the silky red tail to an alley way. When the stallion passed the unlit corner....CLANG! A dented helmet flew out of the shadows. Then a head, eyes spinning and large bruises where the right eye should have been. Red walked over the recently bucked guard pony .
“I'm sorry, but here.” She receded blood from the bruise into the veins, like nothing ever happened.
Through the door, there was only the start of a stone staircase. It was winding, her hoof felt the cold, aging texture of stone. No windows or torches, Red somehow retained vision. She ascended , the letter rested in behind her ear, walking slowly up the dungeon-eerie stair.
Red's heart fell back, the splotched text attacked her sense of sight. The letters were sloppy, smeared in by a dark violet liquid; freshly made and still dripping. She spotted a hint of an alcohol. With a little bravery, she sampled the liquid. It glided through the throat like water but it burnt holes like acid in her liver. Her shoulders became lead and her stomach burned.
Strong, really strong...
Every step she climbed the smell of alcohol became more apparent. At the top the stench burned her nostrils. The door .like many structures in the tower, had been aged. A Medieval design two rusty metal strips each with three rivets holding the door to the frame. History burnt through the circular handle, a soft red dust piled under the lock.
What am I going to see? The pearl unicorn froze at the thought. Her imagination went wild, she stood at the base of door looking down into the abyss of her imagination. Conflicting ideas prevented any action. Suddenly, with a deep breath, Fine! Red opened the door.
She blinked in the contrast of light. Her eyes burned but it didn't matter anymore...