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// Chapter 1 
// Story: Sherclop Holmes and the Killer at the Gala 
// by UndeadSketches 
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Sherclop Holmes 



In 



The Killer at the Gala



By UndeadSketches



(Disclaimer: I don't own anything except my OC's.
MLP belongs to Hasbro and Sherlock Holmes belongs to the Estate of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle)



Chapter 1




The last rays of light began to dim as Luna’s moon rose into the sky.   Princess Celestia sighed as she looked out upon the city of Canterlot.

 It had been busy the last couple weeks, and it would just get busier.  The Grand Galloping Gala was in just two days and there was still work to be done.

She trotted back inside, wanting to do a bit of reading before she had to go to bed.  Celestia went to her reading room, a cozy room with comfy-looking sofas and a crackling fire.

She lay down on one of the sofas and levitated a newspaper over to read.  As she was just about to get started, one of her servants, an older yellow Pegasus with a book cutie mark, trotted inside the room and cleared his throat.

Princess Celestia sighed. “Yes, Sage Star?”

“Your majesty, my apologies for interrupting you, but I have a letter of extreme urgency,” Sage said, holding out an envelope.

“Who is it from?” Princess Celestia asked with a tone of concern.

“We are uncertain of who sent it, but even more troubling is the message in the letter itself,” Sage Star responded.

Princess Celestia raised her eyebrows as she levitated the envelope to her face and opened it.

Royal Sisters,

This is not a threat, this is a warning.

If you do not stop the Gala, many will die. 

Below I have written the names of those targeted for death. 

I cannot tell you the name of the killer, but heed my words, you must stop the Gala!

Princess Celestia sat stunned as she read the letter once, and then again.  Those targeted for death were prominent individuals.

Nothing even close to this had happened at the Gala before.

“Well, your majesty, what are we going to do?” Sage asked.

Celestia cleared her throat. “Could you summon Princess Luna to me at once?”

“Yes, princess,” the Pegasus replied as he cantered in the hallway.

Princess Celestia started pacing back and forth nervously.  If it was in her power, she would stop the Gala, but there was so much red tape surrounding the matter that it would take weeks to stop it and by that time the Gala would have come and gone.

She would have to solve the mystery, but she couldn’t do it without help.

Celestia glanced at the newspaper she had set down on the table. 

'And I know just where to get some help,' Princess Celestia thought to herself.