Daring Do and the Order of the Eagle

by Arkansandragon


Orignal Story Notes & chapter fragments

I'm not sure when I'll update this again, but it seems rude just to leave you all hanging. I know I don't like having my favorite stories drop off the map on a cliffhanger.

So in the meanwhile, I thought I'd go ahead and let you guys know what I had planned to do with this story. Granted, what with the additions to the lore we've had over the past seasons, I might change a thing or two, but these are my original outline notes:

storyline: Daring Do and the Order of the Eagle

Chapter fragments:

Meanwhile, back in the real world...

“CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS TRAIN WATCHERS YAY!”

Five minutes later...

“99 buckets of oats on the wall! 99 buckets of oats! You take one down, pass it around, you got 98 buckets of oats on the wall!” sang out Sweetie Belle as they waited. “98 buckets of oats on the wall! 98 buckets of oats! You take one down, pass it around, you got 97 buckets of oats on the wall! 97 buckets of oats on the wall! 97 buckets of oats! You take one down, pass it around - !”

96 buckets of oats later...

“This. Is. So. BORING!” moaning Scootaloo, throwing her hooves up. Applebloom and Sweetie Belle nodded glumly in agreement. Just then, Daisy Joe walked past them, contentedly chewing her cud. “Why hello there girls!” said the cow cheerfully, “Lovely day for watchin’ trains ain't it.”

The three fillies just stared at her, dumbstruck as she walked by. Once she was out of sight, they looked at each other, shrugged, and went back to watching the train tracks again.

Five more minutes later...

“Know where we can find a few proton packs at this hour?”

“CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS GHOSTBUSTERS YAY!”

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Chapter:? Alternate Reality - Assassins Rule Equestria

“No! Sweetie Bell, don’t!” cried a voice from the mist, just as a foal-sized shadow came hurtling towards them, plowing into Rarity and clutching at her in a death grip.

Rarity, acting on instinct, held the trembling body close to her, stroking the tangled mane and gently shushing the sobbing little pony. She stared at the others in shock, utterly at a loss. Had that voice called the filly, ‘Sweetie Belle’? It couldn’t be her little sister! This pony felt half starved under Rarity’s hooves, and the coat was much too coarse and ragged.

Clearly the others had the same thoughts, because Twilight and Shining Armor moved closer, so that their lit horns cast more light on the pair. The rest of their group gathered around as well, staring in disbelief. But there was no mistaking the color of the unicorn filly’s mane and coat. It was Sweetie Bell.

Two voices rang from the mist now, calling Sweetie’s name, but she didn’t seem to hear them. An instant later, they appeared, galloping flat out towards the group, only to stop suddenly at the sight of them. It was Scootaloo and Apple Bloom. Both looked as ragged and thin as their friend, but most shocking of all were the looks on their faces.

Apple Bloom’s expression was a strange mix of shock, disbelief, and longing as she stared at Applejack. Her stance was tense and rigid, as if she wanted to rush forward as Sweetie Bell had, but was holding herself in check.

Scootaloo’s face, however, held only fear and hatred as the shock ebbed away. “Sweetie Belle!” she yelled, “Get away from them! It isn’t real!”

“I DON’T CARE!” Sweetie wailed, half screaming as fresh tears streamed down her face. She buried her face deeper into Rarity’s fur. “I don’t care if it is an Assassin trap! I just want my sister back!”