Hello, my name is Locke, Quinten Locke and I am, well, I am a story teller. So a story is what you want, eh? Well of course it is that is why you have come here is it not. Well I know a great many stories about a great many things. I know one about a ring of power and a courageous halfling or how about one about a man with the soul of a dragon who saved humanity. Maybe one with a charming prince and a beautiful princess cursed to forever sleep. There are many about men who find themselves in strange lands. I know some of men of great courage and power who come to save those who can not save themselves or of werewolves and vampires who fight using amazing powers. These are but a few of the great many I can tell you. What! You say you want me to make up a story? Well then, I will give it my best shot.
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"Please Twilight. Come on. For me"
"For the last time Rainbow Dash I will not use my powers as a princes to order the Wonderbolts to race against you.”
"But why not? You know I would win."
"Exactly, we both know that you would win which is the exact reason why I wont ask them. Now if you would please leave I have important business to attend to." And with that RD left the room.
Rainbow Dash wandered aimlessly through the streets of Canterlot, wondering what could she do to find a challenge fit for an athlete such as herself. She was already the fastest and strongest person in Ponyville and she also had a good amount of recognition outside her hometown, too. But where could she find a challenge when she noticed out of the corner of her eye that something was asque. She looked around but she saw nothing out of the ordinary. Just the shops and an old alleyway where the shopkeepers left their trash. No, that was it! There were no old alleyways in the city, everything was always so nice and new and clean.
RD went into the alley, wondering what might this weird place lead. It looked like it was just a dead end but for some reason she felt compelled to go to the end. She went what looked to be the end and found that it turned. She followed that to the end and found that it turned again. She repeated this process several times until she came to a door. Again, she felt like she must open it, and she did. The room inside was dark, very dark. In it there was a candle that barely illuminated the table it sat upon and the accompanying chairs.
“Come in, come in.” Croaked an old voice from somewhere in the shadows, “Nothing will happen to you, at least not yet.”
RD did as the voice instructed and took one of the creaky old chairs next to the table. The person that was talking to her then decided to join her. The person looked old, older than almost anyone then RD had ever seen, even though she could only see her face beneath the robes the person wore. Her wrinkles sagged down to her chin and the liver spots all over her face coupled with a long pointy, wart covered nose made her look almost like a witch. Which would have been fitting as the intricate tattoo on her hand showed that she was a mage and could perform magic.
“So I understand that you want to find a challenge worthy of one such as yourself, would that be correct?” She said.
“Yes.” replied RD
“Very well then. I will grant you this wish.”
“Ok and you are just going to give this wish to me?”
“Oh silly you. I give nothing away for free.”
“Then what is the price, I will pay whatever it takes.”
“Really, well then I will take the price!” The old hag’s hand suddenly flashed from her cloak. She went for RD’s face. RD tried to jump back, but it was too late. Whatever the witch had drawn from her cloak had hit RD. She sat there cowering until she she felt something, it was on her cheek and it was warm. Blood. The witch had cut her on the cheek and drew a drop of blood. RD sat relieved.
“The price has been payed.” The witch drew out from her robes another object now, a plate, a gold plate with several deep grooves cut into the surface. She took the knife and put the drop of RD’s blood in the center. It sprawled out, more so then should have for the amount of blood taken. It filled in the grooves and when all the grooves were filled in it started to glow. It glowed a deep silver. RD looked up from the dish to see that the witch had left. The dish continued to grow brighter and brighter, it got so bright that RD had to close her eyes and shield them with her arm.
Then it went away, almost like someone had turned it out, just as one would do with a light switch. RD open her eyes to find that the room was completely dark. She also realized that she was no longer sitting in the chair at the table, but instead laying on the floor. Something wasn't right though. She could have sworn the floors in the witch’s place had wooden floors, this floor was cool and felt like metal. Then she heard a sound like a computer would make; something in one of the walls slide aside. Light came pouring in from the new opening, silhouetting a figure.
“There you are,” said the figure, her voice was silky and smooth, like that of a mother singing her child to sleep, “we have been looking all over the place for you.”
The figure entered the room. RD could now see that the figure was a woman. She had brown skin, but not dark enough that anyone would consider her to be black, brown hair and guess what brown eyes. She helped RD up and brought her out of the room. RD could now see the where she had gone. There were dozens of building all over the place. some were big, some small, most had few windows and those that did had them high up. Dozens of people were going all over the place, some walking others in large, metal carriages that propelled themselves. All most of these men were dressed in camo and carried metal tubes on straps over their shoulders. There were boats, too. That sat idle along the coast. Some were having boxes and crates taken off them while other were having them put on. Massive concrete walls surrounded the whole place with the exception of the coast.The woman led her through this mess of people and buildings to one of the horseless carriages. She climbed into the back and then motioned RD to follow. She climbed into the vehicle with a look of complete surprise on her face.
“What? Never seen a truck before?” asked the women. RD shook her head no in reply.
“I am not from around here.” said RD
“So you're from off world then. That is fine, my cousin lives on one of the moons of Auraxis over in the Austric system. I’m Miya by the way. Miya Jays.”
“My name is Rainbow Dash and I hope if you don’t mind me asking but what are you talking about?”
“Well that is a weird name. Well i guess it goes with the hair and you really know nothing about colonies or the systems or the wars? Are you from one of those weird Amish planets? Heard that some have gone generations without and modern technology, only the stuff from the ancient civilizations back when we only lived on earth. ”
RD shook her head and with that Miya explained almost everything about space colonization and advances in technology and the rebellion that had been going on about a decade between the rebels that called themselves the New Republic and the Imperial Federation.