The cold dead air swept across the night sky. The sound of dead silence was all that was present. The pitch clouds hung low that night. The desert night swept cold and desolation across the sky.
The green glaring eyes stared out into the desolate night. Black slits squeezed tightly together, focusing intensely. Gray and blue fur blew in the wind followed by a dark cape.
The cat cleared his throat.
The sand crunched under his paws. He walked solemnly and calmly down the path. Old wooden buildings paved the path on both sides in front of him. His breath was steady and followed the beat of his heart. His steps were steady and seemed to have a purpose. His glare was calm yet somehow threatening. The wind was distant as it blew past his face.
He saw a paw print in the sand. It appeared to interest him as he glared at it as if to study it. He stopped and bent his head over. He let air pass his nose as it carried all of its secrets with him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
The area around him began to move backward. The wind reversed as the cracks on the old wooden walls became younger. The moon returned from the previous night and the sun from the previous day. Creatures of all kinds walked in reverse down the path. The image went until a creature on four legs covered by a cloak appeared.
The image froze and focused on the creature. Her yellow eyes flared like lightning. Black slits cracked a glare that shot through everything in front of them.
It was a cat and it was what he was looking for. The image continued as if in the present time. The cat walked forward and went up to a stand was a lizard creature was selling food. The cat purchased something from the lizard that didn't appear to be food. The image intensified on the item that was wrapped in a dark cloth. The cloaked cat took the item and ran off in the distance. The image disappeared as the moon returned to its original place.
The cat opened his eyes and took a deep breath. He turned to see the same stand; It was closed up and everything was put away now. He turned to look over his shoulder. He opened his mouth and took a breath of air. He let out a long hard sigh as his eyes focused.
"I assume we're here for the same thing." A dark low vibrant voice emerged.
The cat turned to the source of the voice. His eyes were met by a bright blue glare. The eyes searched the area around him. The blue glare seemed to lock on him, not even disappearing for blinks.
"In the neighborhood?" asked the cat. His voice soft, hiding all emotion. “You're a bad boy, aren’t you, chasing after things like that? I thought you left that life behind.”
The blue-eyed creature chuckled at the remark. "What can I say, old habits die hard. What about you? You're more of a dick than ever. I guess it's what they say though, “you are what you eat."
The creature walked towards the cat. Its bones cracked as it walked. It bent its spine as spikes punctuated its skin. Its black skin camouflage with the night sky. Its black antlers and blue eyes were the only distinguishing features. The green eyes of the capped cat could see through the veil of darkness. The darkness was as revealing as the light.
Its wings spread out almost to each end of the road.
"Sorry buddy, but like I said old habits die hard even for a pussy."
The black creature ran towards the cat as its body lit up. Blue light came pouring out of its body. The light manifested as sharp thick crystals. The cat leaped into the air, avoiding certain death.
The cat ran across the side of the buildings making his way towards the black creature. The creature sent another wave of shards at the cat. The cat leaped to the other side of the road onto the other buildings. The sharps missed the cat devastating the buildings it hit. The creature went back and forwards trying to kill the furry felon. Wood flew everywhere as the distance between the two dissipated.
The cat lunged forward and clawed the dark creature, sending it through a wall. The cat's claws were glowing gold as the blood from the creature sizzled off of his claws. The creature roared and jumped forward. It had a large crystal in its hands. It swung at the cat trying to crush him.
The cat casually dodged the attack and scratched the creature across the face. Before it could recover, he clawed it several times in the body before landing a kick. The creature flew back once more and slammed into a pillar. The creature stood up and looked down at its body. Blood oozed from its burning wounds. It looked back up at the cat who stood there with a smirk.
"We both know what it is. It's the sword, it's his sword. That bitch can't hide it from us forever. We will find her before you and we will get it. That's a promise, bud."
The cat only stood there; looking down at the bleeding creature. The creature backed up and turned into a screen of smoke. The cloud of smoke dissipated leaving a desolate night once more.
The cat threw aside his cape to reveal a golden sword on his back. He looked down at the sand were a paw print was. He looked at it and saw a trail of them. He casually started to follow it as if nothing had happened. The veil of dead silence capped over the night.
"Shira!"
Yellow eyes sprung open. Shaira sat up only to whack her head against a wooden beam. She rubbed her head to numb the pain. She popped her head out and searched for her surroundings. She was on a wooden beam close to the ceiling. She looked around before she rubbed her eyes. She jumped down from the ceiling, landing perfectly on her feet. She walked over to a hole in the wall and took out a long item wrapped in cloth. She sighed as she leaned her head against it.
The air was cool and crisp. The sun was barely over the horizon. The wind blew bits of sand across the desert land. She had to get moving before the sun's rays scorched the day away. She grabbed the clothed item and scrapped it on her back. She then covered it with a large cloak that she wore.
She walked out onto the village seemingly unnoticed by anyone. The streets were filled by a variety of creatures; most of who were thugs or crooks. She knew none of them, they were simply either liabilities or distractions.
She walked to the market part of town. The road was lined with creatures trying to sell pretty much anything one could think of. She was casually approached with many offers; she declined all of them. She was only interested in getting what she needed to survive. She purchased food and many bottles of water. She was preparing for something bad.
She walked away from the markets as she gathered everything she needed. She returned to the wooden building where she slept. She opened a little cubby and pulled out a large bag.
She unzipped the bag to reveal a bunch of books and bottles. She pulled out two books and put the rest of them back. She put the bag back in the cubby and ran out the door. It was dangerous for her to stay in the same place for too long. Certain creatures could find her if she did. She had to keep moving if she wished to stay alive, but more importantly, she needed to get the item to the one she was looking for.
Discord woke up from the sound of thunder. He looked around as he slowly gained full consciousness. He was laying on a couch, a familiar couch. The walls seemed familiar to him too. He put his head down and rubbed his eyes it was just then that he remembered, he was at Fluttershy's house. Big Mac was snoring on the floor next to the couch. Discord couldn't remember quite how they got there. He turned over like a bottle and a large number of crumbs fell off of him. The couch was full of crumbs and stained. The walls were the same way and there were tables knocked over. The place was a serious mess and he had a clear idea of who had done it.
He looked out the window to see that it was downright pouring. A bright slash of light came threw the window, followed by the crash of thunder.
Discord jumped back as the whole house shook. He was quite shocked to see quite violent weather in ponyville. The weather typically was calm and peaceful with the occasional rain.
Admittedly, the pegasus did have to do some storms every once in a great while. It had seemed like that night was one of the great while.
He sat up and rubbed his head. He wasn't ready to get up and neither was his body. He stretched and leaned back as he stood up. With a quick snap of his fingers, he was back home. He pulled out a large map out of thin air.
The map had Big Mac's head on it that showed that he was Fluttershy’s cottage. He looked around the map in search of a little dragon. Spike too was at Fluttershy’s; according to his map. He had no idea how any of them got there or why they seemed to have crashed her place. He looked around the map and saw that Fluttershy was at Twilight's castle.
It was just then that their guy's night popped into his mind. He and the guys were having guys night the day before. He couldn't seem to remember half of the night, however. It all seemed to go blank. It kind of made him worried. Perhaps they did something they weren't supposed to and it had its fair share of consequences. He was looking forward to getting some answers.
He snapped his fingers and he was back at the cottage. Big Mac was still snoring but he did stop and turn for a second. Discord could imagine that Twilight and Fluttershy probably had a few words to tell him and his friends. It wasn't that he knew that he did anything wrong, it was more of a hunch.
Spike was asleep on the floor half hanging off the bed. Discord thought about waking him up but he stopped himself. Instead, he snapped his fingers and made a marker appear. He used his magic to draw all over the little dragon’s victim's face.
Discord laughed to himself as he thought about what Spike's reaction was going to be like. He stepped back to admire his artistic work. He was truly proud of it. As he stared at Spikes vandalized face, he started to remember something else. The real reason he had woken up wasn't the thunder, it was his dream.
He remembered that he was having a strange dream. It wasn't scary or really concerning to him, but it was an odd dream. He remembered a cat that he had never seen before. There was a weird black creature and even Spike and his old friend from nonEquestria, Trench. It was far from the worst dream he ever had but there was just something about it he couldn't quite grasp. After a while of thinking about it, he decided to just let go of it. He didn't feel like making it a big deal and the memory of the dream quickly started to fade from his memory.
After all, it was just simply a dream.