//------------------------------// // Tombs of the Blind Pony // Story: Supernatural Pony Tales. // by Alchemystudent //------------------------------// A shot rings out, and the voice screams. Her breath coming in pants as she tried to run away from the two shadows that walked towards her. Risking a quick look behind her, she looked on in horror as she saw the two figures coming closer towards her. As she reached the end of the alley way, she smirked at the two figures when thre people jumped out of the shadows with fangs gleaming. The shorter of the two ponies smirked as he brought out his blade and cut down the two saviors. With a scream, the mare watched in horror as the taller of the two ponies spun around and slashed her neck, killing her. “You know Sam,” Dean said, wiping his blade, “Are these vamps becoming whimper or is it just me?” Supernatural Pony tales “Ok, so Maredrid, explain,” Dean as he and his brother rode the carriage into the hotel. Sam got off and took the bags, “Well, first, it’s agood place in Equestria to relax. And second, I think we need some time to ourselves in places we don’t go to.” “And you are sure that there are no cases here,and I can relax?” asked dean. “Promise,” Sam said witha smile as he watched his older borhter walk away. Then,before Dean could look back, Sam pulled out a small newspaper clipping that read. ‘Ponies found murdered on a train, bite marks on bloodless bodies.” Sam shrugged as he put the paper away and looked back at his older brother, “Not that you will know about it.” Soon after, Dean was busy in the hotel room looking up the various travel guides and restaurants to order from and leaving Sam to his own devices. Making sure that Dean was distracted, Sam walked down the stairs and left the hotel towards a small house. Knocking on the door, a young mare opened it, “Yes?” “Van Halen, CIA agent 13. I heard that your sister was there at the incident on the train a few weeks ago?” Sam asked, showing his badge before putting it away. The mare pulled back slightly, and looked into the room. Nodding slowly, she said ,”Come in, I should warn you, she is still a bit traumatized from that day.” Sam nodded and walked in, taking his time to sit on the couch, “Miss Butter?” The mare flinched when she saw Sam sit in front of her, and whimpered, “P-please.” “She’s a little nervous around stallions,” Parke said, looking away, “Bad experiences.” Without needed to listen to more, Sam nodded and said, “Don’t worry, I’m just here as a friend. I wont hurt you.” he said, waiting for a moment to let the mare trust hims. When she saw her looks soften, Sam continued, “You were on the train where all the bodies were found drained o-” “I brought them, it was all my fault,” Butter said, whimpering and looking down. Running her hoof through her white mane, she whispered, “All my fault, I brought them on board the train. My fault.” “Your fault, them?” Sam ased, raising an eyebrow. “Them, the templars. The horror from the tomb,” she whispered, a shiver working through her body. “I was, t-trying to investigate the death of the mare I loved. I went with three...two ponies to look in the area where she died and that night, they...he...they...” quickly her breathing became erratic. “They rose from their graves and killed everyone, drained their blood and chased me to the train station. That was where killed everyone on that train.” Sam reached out and rested a hoof onto the girl’s shoulder and gave her a hug, “It’s going to be ok. They won’t do that again, I promise.” Sam looked at his slip of paper that gave the location of the meusuem and then looked at the large white building. Taking a slow and deep breath, he put the paper inside of his satchle and walked inside of the building.  After stepping through the large doors, he looked around the foyer, “Excuse me sir, are you looking for something?” “Yes,” Sam said, looking at th olden poniy with the big white bushy eyebrows that matched his wild mane, “I am looking for professor Winding road.” The pony smiled, “I am he, what can I do you for?” “I heard you know a lot about...Templars,” Sam said. The professor paused and nodded before saying, “Follow me.” turning away, he led Sam into a room far off into the left wing of the meusuem. There he led Sam into a room lined with books, and to a small table. Grabbing a large tome with his mouth,he pulled it down and opened the book. Reading he began, “You see, a long time ago, back durning Luna’s turn and banishment into the moon, there was these group of knights called Templars. They thought themselves to be Celestia’s protectors and her right hoof. It was somehow enjorced into their minds that they were chosen to prepare for the return of Nightmare Moon and destroy her.” Sam looked down, “LEt me guess, they took things too far.” “Indeed, they would murder, destroy, and kill any and all they deemed unworthy. Perhaps their greatest sin, was their quest for immortality,” he flipped a page to show a mare strapped to a cross, her limbs cut and bleeding. “They would take young mares and cute their limbs to drink their blood. Believing this would turn them immortal. However, some of Celestia’s best assasin’s found this out and attacked them, cutting out their eyes just befor eburning the corpses.” “There’s more to this story, isn’t there?” asked Sam. “Yes, for it is said that the ritual worked, allowin the Templar’s to ressurect themselves once every two years to attack and prey on the innocent. That time started only a few days ago.” the professor said closing the book. Sam looked down, rubbing his chin with a hoof bfore looking up and askin, “Is there a way to put them down for good?” The professor nodded, “It is said, tht there is a shrine in their lair, deep within. It acts like their summoning stone and hlds thier life essence. If you were to smash it with a sunstone or a stone blessed by Celestia’s light, it should stop them for good.” Dean woke up for a short bit in his hotel room, looking around to discover a note on a desk from Sam that read, “Gone to pick up some books, be back tonight.” Giving his shoulders a shrug, Dean laid back into the bed and went to sleep Unbeknownest to Dean, Sam was walking through the cemetery of the nearby monastery with his eyes looking for any trace of the templars. Wich each step through the dead leaves and grass, Sam softly muttered to himeslr, “Go alone, bright ideal Samuel. You want to give your older brother a few weeks off and what do you pick? You pick a location of a haunt where there are undead vamps who are blind and want your blood. Sometimes I think my enemies are right and I am a big dumb moose.” As he said this, he heard a sound of a large stone slab being slid off. Slowly, he turned around to see hooded ponies emerging from their tombs and graves. Their clothes and hoods were pale white with a sun emblazened on their front, concealtheir bony legs and hooves. From under their hoods, Sam could see their fleshless skulls and empty eye sockets.  Sam paused for a moment as he watched tthe undead rise and began to shamble across ground, not letting out a sound as their hooves trodded along the cold soil. Sam began to make a move, but paused and reached down for a rock that he picked up with his mouth and threw it at a wall. All at once, the group of undead templars turned their heads towatrds the sound and began to move slowly. ‘They can’t see.’  Sam thought, “Most likely because their eyes have been cutout of their sockets. “ he then paused for a moment and accidentally saidout loud, “Wait, then how do theyh hear?” This alerted the templars and all as one turned towards Sam, who was busy cursing to himself for such a rookie mistake. Frowned, the earth pony reached to his side and broght out his crossbow and fired a few shots into the skulls of each templar. Taking a moment to wait, he watched as the bolt went throuhg their skulls, but did nothing to reall slow them down.  This caused Sam to roll his eyes as he reached down and pulled out his machete. Looking to his side, he saw a long hallway leading into a darker room. Taking a quick lok back, he saw some of the templars had alread made their way closer to him. With a quick turn of his head, he decapitated two of them and ran down the hall. Looking over his shoulder at the fallen templars, he muttered, “So decapitation kills them, good to know. Need to put that down into mom’s journaaaarg!” he screamed asone of the templar’s blades cut through his side. Shaking the pain off, he ran through another corridor and saw some more templars waiting for him. With a quick step, he backed away, just before a templar could slash at him with its sword. Turning around her ran down another hallway, slashing and dodging whereever her ran. In his mind, he through, “How are they moving so fast? Maybe magic? Or maybe they are just makng the illusion of thme being so slow.”  The more he ran though, the more templar’s began to appear, clising and cutting into his body. After a long while, he found the main whorsipping chaimer, and in front of him was the idol. Panting, he then looked at the army of templars stadning in front of the idol.Weapons drawn and looking ready for his blood.  Sam looked back, and saw the rest of the army behind him. Frowning, Sam pulled out his machete and said, “Look, you may outumber me. Surround me. And are still back in figuhting strenght. But me? I am here for one thing and one thing only. To make sure my big brother ha a nice vacation. And I am NOT! Going to let you or any of the rest of you stand in my way!” he said, before charging out witha battle cry.” Dean looked up from listening to the radio to the sound of knocking, “Sam, if that’s you, you know you have the key. You don’t need to knock.” “Right,” Sam moaned as he opened the door and walked in.  “Sam?” Dean asked worriedly, seeing his little brother in shambles, bite marks and cuts all over his body. “What happened to you.” Sam stumbled, kicking a templar skull under the bed as he walked to his bed, “Went to a bar, had a drunken brawl. Nothing major.” he said before collapsing onto his bed, face first into a pillow. “Nice,” Dean said with a smile and a nod. Then he looked to his little brother, “Hey, rest up and get your strenght back. Tomorrow, I think we should check out Neighpon. Always wanted to see the lovely mares there.” “Sure thing,” Sam said woozly before finally passing out.