Prompt: Spike goes on an adventure with some or all of the Mane Six.
Spike, Applejack and Pinkie Pie craned their necks, looking at where the wall met the ceiling of the dusty old ballroom. “Ya reckon one of those tapestries has a map on it?”
Pinkie furrowed her brow, looking at the ancient note. “It says to look for the map on the back of the family seal.” She squinted, and aimed the lantern in her mouth across the wall, glancing at each item illuminated by the cone of light. “Nope, no seals anywhere. Not even a walrus.”
“Wait. go back. Now up,” Applejack said. Pinkie obliged, moving the beam once again. The light caught on a coat-of-arms mounted on the wall, the handles of the sword nearly touching the crown moulding of the ceiling. “That’s it right there. The family’s sign.”
“Ya mean that Griffin we keep on seeing all over this creepy place?” Spike asked. He was clinging onto Applejacks neck, riding on her back.
“Think so.” Applejack squinted at the shield. It was as high up as ten ponies. “Spike, you got any ideas how we can get that thing down?”
“Let’s levitate it down!”
“Spike, do ya see a horn on ma head?” Applejack said.
“Oh... Well, we could get Twilight or Rarity to do it-”
“They’re trapped in the basement, remember?” Pinkie said.
“Well, Fluttershy could fly up there and-”
“She was too afraid to come in,” Applejack said.
“Well, Rainbow Dash would-”
“Also trapped in the basement.” Pinkie pointed out.
“Wait, she is? I thought she was still downstairs!” Applejack said.
“Didn’t you hear the trap door open? And all the muffled falling?”
Applejack shot a confused look at Spike. “Yeesh. Ya’d think a pegasus would just fly out or something. Anyways, We gotta get that shield down If we’re gonna get everypony outta here in one piece.”
Spike gave a shrug. “I guess, we could just throw stuff at it till it falls down.”
“Way aheaf of youf Spife!” Pinkie cheered, her speech muffled by the framed picture in her mouth. She whipped her head, launching it upwards. It made contact with the wall, and broke into dozens of pieces. After dodging the shower of broken glass, all three looked up again. The coat-of-arms was still firmly affixed to the wall.
“Well, what are you guys waiting for?” Pinkie said. Applejack nodded, and picked up a vase. with a mighty kick, it went flying at the wall. And so for the next ten minutes, they flung the glass trinkets all over the room. at the coat-of-arms, but to no effect.
“Ah think we broke everything,” Applejack muttered, her hooves crunching the broken glass on the floor. Pinkie looked around. Everything that could be used as a projectile was in smithereens.
“Well, I’m out of ideas.” Spike gave an exasperated sigh.
Applejack, turned her head, and looked at spikes tail, dangling on her shoulder. Then she looked at the shield, and then back again. “Ah think ah got an idea myself.”
Spike eyed her warily. “AJ, What are you -” He was cut off into a scream, as Applejack bit his tail, and flung him straight at shield on the wall.
His flailing claws latched on crown moulding, and his feet scrabbling for purchase on the shield knocked it loose from its mounting. The shield fell onto the bed of broken glass, revealing a weathered scroll fastened to its back.
“Hey, it worked! Good job Spikey!” Pinkie called up.
The baby dragon hanging on by hilt of the swords looked back at his companions. The distance between him and the ground made him feel queasy. “Great, but how do I get down from here?”
Applejack gave a weak chuckle. “Heh heh, guess I didn’t think that one through. Oops.”