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// Prologue: Prey 
// Story: On Swift Wings 
// by Jade Ring 
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For Yami Vizzini
My Follower
My Friend
This Storm Comes, At Last, For You


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"Když dvě duhy zářit , pak vy a já musí zemřít."
-Ancient Pegasus Proverb

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They were gaining on her.

Scootaloo spared a glance back at her armored pursuers. The winged creatures gained another inch, their faces hidden behind their gleaming helmets. 

Forcing away panic, Scootaloo quickly started forming a plan. They had been chasing her for almost an hour now. If exhaustion was starting to set in for her, then surely they were starting to feel the same way. Exhaustion, she knew from personal experience, tended to have an impact on reaction time.

A daredevil smirk that would have made her sister proud flashed across her face. 

Without another look back, the orange pegasus angled herself downward. She heard the pair behind her also adjust their course. Tongue clenched between her teeth in concentration, she stared at the approaching green of the ground below. She had to time this next move just right…

She passed through the last layer of clouds and popped her wings. They did their work well, slowing her speed to almost nothing.

Tired as she was, she still managed a small victory cheer as the two chasing her blazed past her, unable to copy her maneuver in time. Grinning in victory, she turned to take off in the opposite direction…

…and plummeted into darkness when an armored hoof collided with her chin.

The third pursuer, unseen by the young mare, shook her head in disappointment as her prey collapsed onto a cloud, unconscious. She glared at her two subordinates when they arrived shortly afterwards. “You should be ashamed of yourselves. Unable to keep up with a single filly?”

"Toto není obyčejný klisnička.” One protested gruffly in ancient pegasus. “Krev Storm Rider protéká žilách.”

"To je opravdu ji pak? Uhánět na záchod?“ The younger one giggled at the embarrassing name.

“She is. And the Queen General will want her delivered as soon as possible.” The leader lifted her helm from her head and ran a hoof through her blonde mane. “We make for Zeph immediately.”

"Měli bychom ji přivázat?“ The older one grunted.

"Of course.“ General Lightning Dust reached down to stroke the filly’s head. "One should always wrap a gift before it’s given.“