//------------------------------// // The Trial Part Two // Story: AppleShy Series // by PatRoison //------------------------------// Drip. Drip. Drip. Trixie stared at the cell’s ceiling, her thoughts heavy. Only Princess Luna’s promise of return brought any semblance of light. Even if her eyes felt cold as a vacuum. The resulting shiver brought Trixie to a sitting position, and she glanced at the cell door. Soon Princess Luna would speak to her and this mystery would end. No sounds, other than the steady drip, came from the hall, and Trixie found herself falling asleep. A loud banging sound brought Trixie out of her slumber. She slowly rose and stared with glassy eyes at the door. A guard stood at the cell door, but she was not pleased. She glared at Trixie and shouted, “Get on your hooves. Now!” Trixie fumbled her way to her hooves and let out a yawn. The guard let out a growl and said, “You had better show her the proper respect.” Trixie rubbed some more sleep from her eyes and saw Princess Luna standing where the guard was. “Good evening,” Luna said, “I see you have been resting well.” “Like I said, there isn’t much else to do.” Luna nodded and said, “I would like to have a word with you.” Trixie sat back down and said, “I know. What would you like to talk about?” Luna smiled and said, “Soon, but first...” Her horn lit up and the cell door slid open. Trixie stared dumbfounded. “I thought...,” she began. Luna laughed and said, “Yes, magic will not work within the walls of the dungeon, but there are always exceptions.” She turned and said, “Come with me. I would rather speak somewhere else.” Trixie shrugged, “You get used to it. Doesn’t hurt to get away once in a while.” “I’ve been away long enough,” Luna said. Her voice was hard, but Trixie easily spotted the slight smile on the princess’s lips. Princess Luna led Trixie down the hall, and they turned toward the dungeon entrance. Trixie felt a sense of hope rise in her chest. Was Princess Luna setting her free? The idea was ludicrous, but she clung to that hope. Princess Luna seemed to feel Trixie’s hope. She stopped just before the two reached the guard station. “You are not being granted your freedom. I simply wish to speak with you in a setting that is more pleasant.” In spite of her heart sinking, Trixie said, “How long will I be here?” “I’m not sure,” Luna said, “It all depends on how well our talks go.” “What do you mean?” “I mean what I say. Just answer honestly, and we will see. I promise that you will be treated fairly.” Trixie didn’t respond. She wanted to. She wanted to say that she wasn’t treated fairly at all, but then she thought about her stay more carefully. Yes, her cell was small, but she was alone. Her meals were both delicious and arrived at the same time. The guards were annoyed with her, but that might have just been because they received instructions preventing them from treating her as harshly as they would have under normal circumstances. Luna said, “Wait for me here. I won’t be long.” She walked into the guard station and Trixie leaned against the cool wall. Voices came from the guard station, and Trixie figured that Luna was simply informing the Guard Captain of her intentions. It didn’t take long for Luna to exit the guard station. She nodded to Trixie and the two continued their walk. Luna walked down the hall towards the dungeon entrance, but just before reaching it, she turned to the left. Trixie stopped and stared. Her mind seemed to have stalled for a moment, uncertain as to where the princess was headed. Again, Luna’s seemingly psychic ability showed itself as she called out, “Please keep up. There are other matters that require my attention.” That broke Trixie out of her spell and she ran down the hall to where Luna stood. This hall had no exit. It simply ended. Trixie studied it carefully and the fact that there was nothing in the hall bothered her. No cells, no windows, nothing. “This hall is wrong,” she whispered and began to back away toward the hall entrance. Princess Luna smiled, but it was stained with a touch of annoyance. As though a surprise she was hoping was well hidden actually wasn’t. “You have a good sense of magic,” she said finally, “But you have nothing to fear.” She didn’t wait for Trixie to respond. Instead, she placed her horn to a seemingly random section of wall and the wall began to glow. Trixie felt her jaw fall loose as a dark circle began to form in the wall until it was tall and wide enough for her to walk through if she wanted to, which of course she did not. Luna glanced at Trixie and said, “Yes, we are going through this portal.” Trixie narrowed her eyes. This was becoming annoying. Still, she managed to regain her composure and stood next to the princess. She stared into the darkness of the portal but couldn’t see anything. “Don’t worry,” Luna said, “I haven’t decided where I want to go.” “You really need to stop that,” Trixie growled. Luna laughed and focused her eyes on the portal. Within moments the portal cleared and Trixie saw a valley from the view of a cave. “You may enter,” Luna said. Trixie nodded and stepped through the portal. She felt the familiar sensation of being pulled through space, though it wasn’t as pronounced as with a typical teleportation spell. Her vision darkened for a moment but quickly cleared. The air was the first thing she noticed. Instead of the dampness of the dungeon, she felt a cool breeze blow across her coat. She forgot all about Princess Luna and began walking to the mouth of the cave. When she got there, she let out a gasp. The cave sat within a sheer drop of a mountain and she beheld an incredible view of a valley. Lush and vibrant greens spread out before her and she felt herself becoming lost within this secret vista. “I’m glad you like it,” Luna said as she sat down next to Trixie. It was then that Trixie realized that she was already sitting down. “It’s beautiful,” she said. Another breeze blew in and Trixie felt herself shiver. It felt peaceful. “I have to ask,” Princess Luna began. Trixie braced herself. She wondered what she would tell the princess about her involvement with Storm Ring. She had the truth on her side, but she feared that it wouldn’t be enough. “Yes,” Trixie asked. “Tell me about the spell you used on Fluttershy.” Trixie tilted her head and blinked. She thought that she misheard. “Well,” she began, “Red Velvet approached me-” Princess Luna shook her head, “I’m not interested in that. I want to know about the spell you used on Fluttershy.” Trixie cleared her throat and said, “I was tasked with using a spell designed to-” Luna stomped one of her forehooves and said, “You know what I mean.” “Sorry,” Trixie said, “It’s been a rather complicated time.” The annoyance faded from Luna’s face, “I understand, but tell me.” Trixie nodded, “I had a suspicion that she could come to harm, so I encased her in a field of energy.” Luna nodded, “Go on.” “I cast the spell so it would move with her. It would repel all but the most powerful of forces. Anything less than a carriage falling on her would have bounced harmlessly off the field.” Luna turned her gaze out to the valley. She didn’t say anything and the silence hung in the air. It took a few minutes before she spoke again. “To cast such a spell, a barrier that follows a pony and is constantly prepared to repel attacks means...” She turned her gaze to Trixie and said, “You used necromancy.” “I did,” Trixie said. There was neither pride or shame in her voice. She simply stated a fact. “You are aware of the laws regarding necromancy?” “I am.” Luna nodded and asked, “Why did you do it?” Trixie turned to the valley again. She desperately wanted to dive into that verdant void and be done with all of this. To soar and be free. The thought brought a smile to her face. “I did it because it was the right thing to do.” Luna waited for a moment before asked, “Is that all?” Trixie nodded, “Yes, if the situation was different, I wouldn’t have done it, but it was what it was. I stand by what I did.” She brought her eyes to Luna’s and added, “What I did was illegal, but it wasn’t immoral.” Silence fell again and the two stared out into the valley. Birds called in the distance and the wind blew its refreshing breeze. Eventually, Luna rose and began to walk into the cave. “It is time for us return.” Trixie let out a sigh and stood. She stretched her legs and returned to the cave. She couldn’t help herself and turned back to the vista. She gave the view a sad smile and continued into the cave. The portal was still there. Waiting for them to return. Luna didn’t wait for Trixie and stepped into the portal. Trixie stepped into the portal and instantly found herself feeling smothered by the still air of the dungeon. It felt oppressive and choking. She couldn’t find Princess Luna at first, but a quick glance to the hall entrance found her waiting. Trixie trotted down the hall and met up with the princess. “Are you ready to return to your cell?” Trixie shook her head, “I would rather not be here, but that isn’t up to me.” Now it was her turn to not wait for a reply. She walked down the hall and headed toward her cell. She heard Princess Luna’s hoofsteps following her and soon found herself standing before her cell. It still stood open, its open door like the gaping maw of a patient but hungry dragon. Trixie stepped inside and shuddered as the cell door closed behind her. She didn’t even turn around when Luna spoke to her. “I appreciate your answers. I will return to speak with you again tomorrow.” She turned to leave when Trixie nodded. Trixie fell down onto the cot and let out a sigh. The days were becoming quite confusing. She couldn’t fathom why Princess Luna was so interested in the barrier she cast on Fluttershy. The spell was so simple that almost anypony could cast it. She took a deep breath and soon slipped into a deep slumber. --- Twilight Sparkle rose and walked to the bailiff. “Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?” “I do.” The bailiff move to his post and Twilight sat at the witness stand. Dexter rose and said, “Good afternoon, can you please state your name for the record?” “Twilight Sparkle.” Dexter opened his mouth but snapped it shut. He looked confused for a moment and glanced at his notes. A curious smile formed on his lips as he asked, “Your full name, please?” Rarity barely stifled a giggle as Twilight let out an annoyed sigh. “Twilight Amethyst Sparkle.” “Excellent,” Dexter said, “What is your current occupation?” “I am the librarian in Ponyville.” “And how long have you known the defendant?” Twilight tilted her head and began to mumble. Sensing that he was about to get a long answer Dexter quickly added, “A broad estimation will be fine.” Twilight nodded, “Almost three years.” “And in those three years, how would you describe her character?” “That’s rather complicated,” Twilight said. “Why is that?” Twilight smiled and said, “Because Fluttershy is a complicated pony. She’s a curious living paradox. Fear and bravery, seemingly in equal measure, all encapsulated within a single pony. She’ll run from in fright if somepony yells at her, but she’ll stand as firm and solid as a stone wall if another pony is in need.” “That’s rather curious, wouldn’t you say,” Dexter asked. Twilight nodded, “It is, but I believe it shows a great deal of her character.” “Objection,” Parker said, “The witness is here to characterize the defendant, not psychoanalyze. I don’t believe that she is a qualified psychiatrist.” “I am still-,” Twilight began. “Let me handle this,” Dexter said, “It’s part of the job.” Twilight quickly nodded and stopped talking, her interaction with Doctor Whistle still fresh, and still disappointing, in her mind. “The line of questioning, and the witnesses responses, are still within the grounds of characterization. At no point are we trying to diagnose the defendant.” Bloodhoof thought for a moment before saying, “Overruled. You may proceed.” “Now,” Dexter said, “You mentioned something about her character. Let’s move on from that. How would she behave, in your opinion, if one of her friends were in peril?” Twilight shook her head, “There isn’t a force in Equestria that would keep her from protecting her friends.” Dexter walked back to his desk and looked at his notes. He found what he was looking for and asked, “How would you describe the relationship between yourself and Princess Celestia?” Ponies spoke in hushed voices at the mention of the Princess, but they quieted themselves down. “I am her student,” Twilight said. “You make it sound like it’s an everyday thing.” Twilight tilted her head, “Well, it kind of is. For me, it is anyway.” Dexter smiled, “True, but try to picture it from my point of view. You are being taught by the Princess of Equestria.” “Um,” Twilight said, “One of the princesses. Princess Luna has returned.” Dexter cleared his throat, “That’s true. I’m sorry, but I still haven’t gotten used to a fairytale actually being true. It does make a pony curious what other tales are more than they seem.” Twilight’s face lit up and she hopped to her hooves. “I know, right,” she beamed, “There are myriad stories that have ties to before the founding of Equestria, even before the three kingdoms. Some of them are rather dark, but just think how many could actually be true?” Dexter raised a hoof, perhaps to prevent Parker from objecting, and said, “That’s fascinating, but let’s get back on track.” Twilight blushed, “Of course, I’m sorry.” “Don’t be,” Dexter said, “It’s good to see somepony excited about studying. In any case, you are Princess Celestia’s personal student. In your personal opinion, how does the princess view the defendant?” “Objection,” Parker shouted, “The defense is trying to taint the jury.” “Sustained,” Bloodhoof said, “Unless you can give me a legitimate reason why that would be relevant.” Dexter nodded, “It would give insight into the character of the defendant.” Bloodhoof shook his head, “No, if you wish to get the princess’s opinion on the matter, ask her yourself. Proceed.” “Very well,” Dexter said, “You were tasked in assisting Detective Smoke to bring the defendant into custody. Was that task difficult for you?” Twilight nodded, “It was very difficult, but it was for the best.” “Why is that?” Twilight gave Fluttershy a weak smile, “Because the sooner she was in custody, the sooner we could set her free.” “I’m working on that,” Dexter said. He looked up at Bloodhoof and said, “That will be all, your honor.” Dexter sat back down, and Parker rose. “Good afternoon,” Parker said. “Good afternoon,” Twilight replied. Parker paced for a bit before asking, “You worked rather diligently to capture the defendant, didn’t you?” “I wanted to bring her in safely,” Twilight said, “I felt it would be best if I was the one that brought her in.” “Because you knew the kind of threat she is.” “No, that’s not-” “Why else would one of the most powerful unicorns in Equestria be tasked to capture her? The answer is simple. The defendant is such a threat that it required the use of the princesses' personal student to bring her in.” “That’s not true at all,” Twilight said raising her voice. Parker continued to pace around the courtroom, his smile broad for the world to see, as he appeared to think of his next question. He stopped and asked, “Isn’t it true that you were Princess Celestia’s chosen representative? Your word would effectively have been hers would it not?” “Yes,” Twilight said, “But-” “I can’t imagine such a power being handed out for a harmless individual. No. That would be reserved for a pony that is a threat to Equestria at large.” “No,” Twilight said, “You are twisting it all around.” “How am I doing that,” Parker asked, “All I am doing is relaying what you have told me. To an outside observer, the defendant murdered a pony in cold blood, and you, being as powerful as you are, were tasked with bringing her in. Where am I twisting your words?” Twilight was beginning to lose her composure, “She didn’t commit murder, she saved-” “Were you there,” Parker asked. “What?” “Were you there? Did you witness any of the events of that day first hoof, or do you only have second-hand information to work with?” “No, I wasn’t there.” “So you can’t speak on what did or did not happen there.” Twilight rose to her hooves and shouted, “And neither can you. You weren’t there either.” Parker shook his head, “It is my responsibility to piece together what happened based on the evidence, and the evidence is quite clear.” He turned to the jury and said, “A dangerous killer had to be apprehended by one of the most powerful unicorns in Equestria, perhaps even the world, and that is why we are here today.” He glanced back to Twilight and said, “I thank you for doing a great service to Equestria. That will be all.” “The witness may step down,” Bloodhoof said. Twilight exited the witness stand and returned to her seat. She was still visibly shaking as she glared at Parker. “That was really harsh,” Pinkie Pie said, “He’s a meany-pants isn’t he?” Twilight took a deep breath and said, “He’s doing his job. It’s just that he’s using the evidence to suit his case and not tell the truth.” “How horrible,” Rarity said. They agreed and turned their focus back to the trial. “Next witness for the defense,” Bloodhoof asked. Dexter rose and said, “Yes, your honor. My next witness is Pinkemena Diane Pie.” “Looks like I’m up,” Pinkie said. She walked up to the bailiff, “Hiya.” “Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?” “Yup yup,” Pinkie said. Bloodhoof leaned over his bench and said, “The accepted responses are either I do, or I do not.” “Oh,” Pinkie said, “Oopsie. I do then.” She turned to take the stand but stopped suddenly, “Wait.” “What is it,” Blodhoof asked. “I didn’t say it right. I mean I said, ‘I do then’. That’s not the same. Should I do it again, should I leave and come back?” She began to grow more panicked, “Do we have to start the entire trial over again from the beginning?” The bailiff grabbed Pinkie by the shoulders and said, “Calm down. What you said was good enough, just go and sit down.” Pinkie Pie took a moment to process what he said and smiled broadly at him, “Okie dokie.” She sat down on the stand and giggled. “Oh, still warm.” A laugh swept over the courtroom and Bloodhoof struck his gavel. “Let’s have some order,” he bellowed. The courtroom quieted and Dexter rose to his hooves. “Good afternoon, Miss Pie. I trust you are in good spirits.” Pinkie giggled, “It’s the only one I have, right?” “Who knows,” Dexter said, “Regardless, let’s begin with the questions.” “Shoot, Luke,” Pinkie giggled. Dexter smiled and asked, “Could you please state your name for the record? Your full name?” “Sure thing. I’m Pinkemena Diane Pie.” Dexter nodded and asked, “And what is it that you do?” “I do lots of stuff. I sing, I dance, I have an unconventional relationship with reality.” Dexter simply stared at Pinkie for a moment before saying, “I meant as a profession.” “Oh, then you should have said so, silly. Well, I work over at Sugarcube Corner. The best bakery in Equestria.” Dexter smiled, “I might have to swing by one of these days.” Pinkie’s smile broadened, “You do that.” Dexter glanced up at Bloodhoof and said, “I’ll move it along.” He took a deep breath and asked, “And how long have you known the defendant? In years, that is.” Pinkie tapped her chin with a hoof, “I dunno, just over eight years, I think. Ever since she moved to Ponyville.” “And how would you describe the character of the defendant?” “Who,” Pinkie asked. Dexter sighed and pointed to Fluttershy. “Oh,” Pinkie said, “Flutters! She’s the nicest pony I know.” “I understand your excitement, but could you give us an example?” “Sure,” Pinkie said, “I was feeling super duper sad one day. Well, I wasn’t really sad. I was just tired, but I didn’t really know what was wrong. So I went straight over to Flutters. She took one look at me and knew what was wrong. I have a lifelong pass to nap at her cottage whenever I want.” She finished with a hop and giggled. “I see,” Dexter said, “I’m guessing that’s a good thing. It looks like you weren’t particularly involved in the events leading up to the defendant’s arrest, but let me ask this. Do you believe that she is capable of premeditated murder?” Pinkie shook her head vigorously, “Uh-uh no way.” “Thank you,” Dexter said, “That will be all.” “Okie dokie,” Pinkie said. She looked up to Bloodhoof and asked, “Can I go?” “Not yet,” Bloodhoof said, “The prosecutor needs to ask you some questions first.” “Oh,” Pinkie said dejectedly. Parker rose from his seat and walked to Pinkie Pie. “I can’t find any record of your involvement with the capture of the defendant-” “I don’t like you,” Pinkie said. Parker took a step back, “Excuse me?” Pinkie shook her head, “I don’t like you. You’re a meany and you want to hurt Flutters.” “Your honor,” Parker said, “Permission to treat the witness as hostile?” Bloodhoof leaned over the bench and said to Pinkie, “You have to answer all the questions asked, even if you don’t like the pony asking them. Do you understand?” “But-,” Pinkie began. “No buts,” Bloodhoof said in a tone that made it clear that she wasn’t to argue with him. Pinkie Pie nodded, “Yes sir.” “Good,” Bloodhoof said. He turned back to Parker, “Permission denied. Proceed.” Parker turned back to Pinkie and said, “Were you involved in the apprehension of the defendant?” Pinkie glanced up at Bloodhoof before saying, “No. I stayed back in Cloudsdale.” “But you were there when she was arrested, correct?” Pinkie nodded, “I was in the hospital, but I wasn’t with her at the time.” Parker looked through his notes, “I can’t find any record of you being there.” Pinkie shrugged, “We all have to be somewhere right?” Parker shook his head, “Never mind. I have no further questions for this witness.” Bloodhoof looked down to Pinkie, “You may stand down.” “Okie dokie,” Pinkie said as she exited the witness stand. She sat back down and said, “That was a lot easier for me.” “Well, perhaps if they decided to interview Agent Diane Pie it would have been different,” Rarity said with a smile. Pinkie Pie gave her a smirk and said, “I wonder where that mysterious pony went. We may never know.” Dexter shuffled through his notes and said, “Next, the defense would like to call, Rarity.” Rarity rose and made her way to the bailiff. “Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?” “I do.” Rarity sat at the witness stand and waited for Dexter. “Good afternoon,” Dexter said. “Good afternoon.” “Can you please state your name for the record?” Rarity leaned forward and said, “My name is Rarity.” “And what is it that you do in Ponyville?” “I am a seamstress and fashion designer.” Dexter smiled, “Ponyville doesn’t seem like a village that has much use for that kind of business.” Rarity returned his smile, “It’s something of a niche market, but business is steady. I do admit that the bulk of my work is repairing curtains and tablecloths instead of designing dresses.” “It keeps you busy, doesn’t it?” “It certainly does.” Dexter cleared his throat and asked, “How long have you known the defendant?” “Oh, for eight wonderful years. She’s a dear friend.” “That seems to be the consensus,” Dexter said, “And how would you describe her character?” “Well, she is the kindest pony I know, but there is an edge to that kindness. It’s razor sharp. Not malicious, but she is fiercely protective of her friends, or anypony that is in need.” “You were involved in the pursuit of the defendant, correct?” “Yes,” Rarity said, “But my role was rather limited. I leave the police work to the police.” Dexter smiled, “Well said.” He walked back to his desk and gathered some papers. Once he was satisfied, he asked, “Has the defendant ever shown any kind of violent tendencies? I imagine that you have a keen eye for detail, so you may notice things that can slip by the average pony.” Rarity shook her head, “I genuinely believe that she is incapable of being malicious. Nasty perhaps if pressed but never truly malicious. Her moral fiber is simply too strong for that.” “So you believe that she would not plan to murder a pony?” Rarity scoffed, “Absolutely not.” Dexter nodded and said, “Thank you. That will be all.” Rarity nodded and turned her attention to Parker. He, to his credit, did not rise right away. He knew that Rarity was not a pony that would be easily intimidated or pushed to outrage easily. Eventually, he made his way to the witness stand. “Do you believe that the defendant is innocent?” Rarity stared at Parker for a moment. She was not prepared for such a direct question that she answered without thinking. “Of course I do.” Parker turned and began to walk around, “So you believe that a pony who takes a life should not be punished?” Rarity rolled her eyes, “This issue is not as simple as that and you know it.” “Would you answer the question?” “No,” Rarity said. Parker spun around and said, “You have been asked a question and are required to answer. Now answer the question.” Rarity shook her head, “The question is ridiculous. You are asking me to make a generalization so you can apply it to a very specific situation. I cannot, in good conscience, do that.” “Objection,” Dexter said. He didn’t say anything for a bit, causing Bloodhoof to ask, “On what grounds?” “On the grounds that he is going to start badgering the witness soon.” Bloodhoof sighed, “He’s not badgering her yet.” Dexter shrugged, “Perhaps, but I try to be a gentlecolt. It’s headed that way, and I wanted to nip it in the bud.” “Sustained,” Bloodhoof said, “She has answered the question. Whether you are happy with the answer is irrelevant.” Parker glared at Rarity and said, “Very well. Let’s ask another question. It would seem that you and the princess’s student were at odds regarding the pursuit of the defendant, why?” Rarity nodded, “That is true. We disagreed. I felt that Fluttershy should be allowed to pursue her freedom without a squad of ponies after her.” “But she killed a pony, did she not?” “She had a justifiable cause,” Rarity said. “But is that decision up to you,” Parker asked, “Isn’t that the reason for this very building? To determine what is or is not justifiable?” “Yes,” Rarity said. She clearly wanted to say more, but she knew that Parker would only interrupt. “So you still believe that you did the right thing,” Parker asked. “I don’t know. I may never know, but I do know that I sleep soundly.” Parker leaned against the jury box, “Let me ask you this, hypothetically, of course, you were murdered. The pony who did it claims that they had a good reason to do so, would you object to a trial?” Rarity smirked, “It wouldn’t matter.” “Why not?” “I would be dead. Even the hypothetical dead don’t care about such matters.” Parker let out a growl, “Do you object to the idea?” “I believe that a trial is important, and if the pony in question would be found innocent, I suppose that would be that. Wouldn’t make much difference to me, being dead and all.” Parker stomped back to his table and said, “No further questions.” Bloodhoof said, “Very well. The witness may step down.” “Thank you,” Rarity said and rejoined her friends. Twilight nudged her gently, “You handled that masterfully.” Rarity smiled, “It was nothing. He’s a bully who probably gets bullied himself. He’s not scary. Actually, he’s rather dull.” They shared a giggle before returning their attention to Dexter. Dexter cleared his throat and said, “My next witness is Rainbow Dash.” “Okay. I’m up,” Rainbow said and made her way to the bailiff. “Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?” “Uh, yeah,” Rainbow said with a touch of sarcasm, “It’s why I’m here.” Bloodhoof struck his gavel, “The witness will act accordingly.” Rainbow nodded and took her seat. Dexter rose and asked, “Could you please state your name for the record?” “Rainbow Dash.” “Excellent. Now, how long have you known the defendant?” “I’ve known Fluttershy for most of my life.” “And how would you describe the kind of pony she is?” “Objection,” Parker shouted, “There is no way she can provide an unbiased opinion.” “That comes with being a character witness,” Dexter said, “Even biased opinions have their own merit.” “I will allow the witness to give her opinion so long as it is her honest opinion.” Bloodhoof looked down at Rainbow Dash, “Is that clear?” “Yes, sir,” Rainbow said. “Very well,” Bloodhoof said, “You may answer the question.” Rainbow Dash cleared her throat and scratched the back of her neck as she thought about what she was about to say. In the end, she spoke from the heart. “Fluttershy is my best friend. Heck, she was the first real friend I ever had. She’s always stood by me, and she would do anything to help a pony in need.” Dexter nodded, “Thank you. Now, I can understand that this next question will be very difficult for you, but can you tell us what happened the day of Grey Ring’s death?” Rainbow Dash’s face fell as the memories came flooding back to her. She closed her eyes and focused only on what happened after she left the Wonderbolt’s training camp. “I was attacked by Grey Ring.” Dexter placed a hoof on the witness stand and asked, “Can you go on?” “Yeah,” Rainbow said, “Yeah, I can. I was leaving the Wonderbolt’s training camp and Grey attacked me from behind. He pushed me into a tree and held me there as he...” “Take your time,” Dexter said, “As much as I would like to leave it at what you said, we have to be as clear as possible. Even if it goes into parts that are better left unsaid.” Rainbow Dash nodded slowly, “I know. It’s just... It’s just that I’ve never said this out loud, you know?” “I do,” Dexter said, “But like I said, take your time. I will not rush you.” “Okay. I went to the training camp to try out for an open spot on the Wonderbolts, but when I got there, Soarin’ told me I was disqualified.” “And why was that,” Dexter asked. “Because I don’t have a valid flying license. I’m one of the best fliers around, and it’s not really needed for my job back home-” “What do you do back home,” Dexter asked, “I’m sorry for interrupting, but, as I said, we have to be thorough.” “It’s okay,” Rainbow said, “I’m the lead weather pony for Ponyville. I take care of all the weather forecasts for the day.” “Being among the best fliers, you must be able to clear a cloudy sky with little trouble.” “Ten seconds flat,” Rainbow said but it lacked her usual pride. “Please,” Dexter said, “Go on.” “Well, since I don’t have a license, I couldn’t try out for the Wonderbolts. Soarin’ did promise to give me a chance next year-” “Objection,” Parker shouted, “What is the point of this story?” Rainbow glared at Parker and opened her mouth to yell at him, but Bloodhoof stopped her. “Just be patient,” Bloodhoof said, “And I will allow it.” He turned to Rainbow Dash and asked, “This is leading to the events that resulted in Grey Ring’s death?” Rainbow Dash froze for a moment before nodding slowly. “Very well. You may proceed.” “I didn’t want to go home. The camp was for the weekend, so how would it look if I came home the same day? I thought I’d take a walk and then maybe fly to Cloudsdale and stay with my mom for the weekend.” “And then what happened,” Dexter asked. “I began walking through the forest, and I wasn’t paying attention. My mind was stuck on not being allowed to try out. That was when...” Dexter nodded, “That was when Grey Ring attacked you?” “Yeah.” “And what was his intention?” Rainbow Dash sat still for a while. She appeared completely frozen except for a small shiver that coursed through her body. Though it happened weeks ago, and the event itself lasted for less than a minute, she replayed it in her mind almost every waking moment. “Ms. Dash,” Dexter said, “If you can, please answer the question.” “He was going to rape me,” Rainbow Dash whispered. She shuddered as she remembered what Grey Ring said to her. I only want to break you emotionally. She shook her head and looked up at Dexter. The concerned look on his face caused her to ask, “Sorry, what was the question?” Dexter shook his head, “I didn’t ask a question. Can I get you a napkin?” Rainbow realized that Dexter, the entire courtroom, was blurry. She was crying and didn’t even realize it. There was nothing for her to do, but put her head down and weep. “Your honor,” Dexter said, “I would like to excuse the witness.” “Objection,” Parker said, “The Ponies need to cross-examine the witness.” “She is not in much of a state for further questions,” Bloodhoof said. “Unless the witness would like to continue,” he asked Rainbow Dash. Rainbow stared as a steady stream of tears flowing from her eyes, but she understood the question. She looked up, her eyes red and beginning to swell up, and said, “I’ll take that napkin.” Dexter nodded and handed it to her. When she took it he whispered, “You’re one tough pony.” Rainbow gave him a smile that she couldn’t feel and steadied her breathing. “Very well,” Bloodhoof said, “Let us continue.” Dexter nodded, “During all of this, when did the defendant appear?” “She pushed Grey off of me and protected me.” “And then what did she do?” Rainbow took a deep breath, “She knew what he was planning on doing and she charged at him.” “Would you call what she did justifiable?” Rainbow nodded, “She was protecting me. It was what she had to do.” Dexter smiled, “No further questions.” He walked up to Rainbow and whispered, “Hang on to the napkin and get ready. He’s not going to go easy on you.” Rainbow nodded. Dexter took his seat and nodded to Parker. Parker rose from his seat clearly still annoyed at the way Rarity handled him and he intended to take it out on Rainbow Dash. He stood before her with a smirk and said, “You claim that you were attacked by Grey Ring.” “Because I was,” Rainbow said. “Yes. But are there any witnesses to this attack?” Rainbow opened her mouth to speak, but Parker spoke first. “Witnesses other than yourself and the defendant?” “No,” Rainbow said, “We were in the forest.” “So,” Parker said, “You claim that you were attacked, and you did put on a nice show with the tears, I’ll admit, but why should we believe you?” Rainbow glared at him, “Believe me or not, it’s what happened.” “A different story is that you were bait.” “What,” Rainbow asked. “Bait,” Parker said, “I know for a fact that the defendant was from a desolate part of Cloudsdale. In fact, she still can’t afford to live within proper city limits. She has to live in a hovel on the outskirts of Ponyville.” “She lives in a cottage, and she lives there because she takes care of animals. It’s practically an animal sanctuary.” “Again,” Parker said, “That’s what you claim.” He made his way to the jury and continued, “Now, let me paint you a different picture. I believe what happened was you were set up.” “Grey attacked me,” Rainbow growled. Parker shook his head, “That is not why we are here. No, there were witnesses who saw Grey Ring in the carriage when it was in Ponyville. I believe the defendant saw him, followed him, and planned to kill him when an opportunity arose.” “That’s crazy,” Rainbow said, “Fluttershy isn’t like that.” “When she saw you with Grey Ring, doing whatever you were doing, she took advantage and struck. She pummeled a helpless pony to death with her bare hooves and tried to dispose of the body.” “She saved me, and we panicked. It wasn’t like we could bury him. Not that I would have.” “You speak ill of a great pony,” Parker asked. “Rich doesn’t mean great,” Rainbow spat back. “What I’m getting at is that the defendant could easily commit a premeditated murder under the guise of saving a friend from a supposed rape attack.” “It’s what happened,” Rainbow screamed at him, “What is wrong with you? He attacked me and you think that I’m making that up? Where’s your proof of that? You don’t have any. You’re just making up lies to make Fluttershy look bad.” Parker simply smirked, “I’m not the one under oath, and I’m merely presenting an alternative. One that does make sense to an outside observer.” Parker made his way back to his desk and began to sit down. Before he did he added, “Besides, a pony as rich as Grey Ring could certainly do better than you.” “Objection,” Dexter shouted as he jumped to his hooves, “I demand that the prosecutor be charged with contempt of court. He has no right to insult a witness like that.” “You’re all talk,” Parker said. Dexter closed the few feet between them in an instant. Parker visibly shook as Dexter glared daggers into his soul. “Try me and find out,” Dexter said. “That’s enough,” the bailiff said as he stepped between the two ponies. “I’m okay,” Dexter said and walked back to his table. He turned to Rainbow Dash and mouthed a quiet, “I’m sorry.” Rainbow nodded but stayed quiet. Bloodhoof slammed his gavel and said, “Order. This is your only warning prosecutor. I will not have you attack a witness like that again, is that clear?” Something on the floor must have angered Parker because he was glaring very hard at one spot. “I’m up here,” Bloodhoof said, “And I’m losing patience.” “I understand,” Parker said, “I’m done with the witness.” “Very well,” Bloodhoof said, “The witness is excused.” Rainbow Dash walked back to her seat and rested her head on Rarity’s shoulder. The world hummed with and she couldn’t make out what anypony was saying. Still, she felt good that she finally said out loud what Grey Ring did. It felt as though she cut out a tumor that had festered. It hurt horribly, but she knew that it would heal in time. And time was what she had in spades. “Does the defense have another witness,” Bloodhoof asked. “Yes your honor,” Dexter said, “But I would like to request a brief recess in light of the last witness.” “Understood,” Bloodhoof said, “We shall have a one hour recess.” He struck his gavel and rose. “All rise,” the bailiff shouted. The court rose and Bloodhoof exited the courtroom. Once the bailiff left, Dexter turned around to face Rainbow Dash. “You did great,” he said, “I’m sorry it went as poorly as it did.” Rainbow shook her head, “It’s fine. I’m good. It’s just a shock to have said it out loud like that.” Dexter smiled, “Well, hopefully, the worst part is over. You did a great job. You made Ol’ Fluttershy here look like a saint.” “It’s easy,” Pinkie said, “Because she is. I don’t like that Parker.” “He’s just doing his job,” Dexter said, “Even if he’s being a mule about it.” “We should get Rainbow to a bathroom,” Twilight said, “Help her get cleaned up.” “That’s a good idea,” Rarity said as she nudged Rainbow Dash. “I know you believe that you’re fine, but it’ll help-” “Yeah,” Rainbow said, “I guess I could use a little cleaning up.” “Well,” Rarity said in a mock huff, “At least allow me the attempt of twisting your leg a bit.” Her smile was sincere and she led Rainbow Dash out of the courtroom. “She’ll be fine,” Dexter said, “She’s a tough one.” “Yeah,” Fluttershy said, “She’s always been there for me.” The hour passed faster than expected, and ponies filled the courtroom again. Rainbow Dash looked much better though her eyes were still puffy and red. “All rise,” the bailiff shouted. The courtroom rose and Bloodhoof entered the courtroom. “Be seated,” Bloodhoof said, “We shall continue with the defense’s next witness.” Dexter rose and said, “Thank you, your honor.” He walked to the center of the courtroom and said, “I wish to make this as clear as I can, so there can be no doubt.” He turned to face Fluttershy, “The previous witnesses gave personal accounts of their feelings on the defendant character. That is all good and well, but the question of bias is clear. Also, only one witness gave an account of the defendant’s character ten years ago. That is why my next witness will be crucial. She will give a clear opinion on the defendant and set the matter straight on if she truly is the dangerous psychopath the prosecution is making her out to be.” “Objection,” Parker said, “This isn’t the time for closing statements.” “Sustained,” Bloodhoof said, “Call the witness.” “Very well,” Dexter said. He cleared his throat and said, “I call to the stand, Dr. Ember Rainbow.” Rainbow Dash’s head snapped up as she heard the name. Her head swung to the courtroom entrance as she saw the pony enter. All she could do was ask a single question, “Mom?”