Bolt

by InsignificantGryffindor


The Fleet

It was the break of dawn when she heard them. The milky blue sky was lightly freckled with stars, and the abandoned streets below were devoid of life. She had woken early, despite her desperate yearnings to be touched by sleep and never be awoken again. She rubbed her eyes, groaning. Though, rather than muddle in her own grievances, she emerged from the feather light covers and pulled herself out of bed.
The room was as plain as ever. The light teal blankets were now strewn across the floor and tangled her hooves, the foggy window was a crack open to allow a breeze in, and the carpet was a dull brown. Though despite the familiar features, she felt as if something was wrong.
Then, her ear twitched. A light sound reached her ear drums, something she didn't expect. It sounded a lot like...
Marching...
All the wisps of tiredness was swept from her body as she bolted out of her room, hoof tangled in her teal blanket. She zoomed down the rustic hall and past her sleepy teammates. To her anger, their blurred faces as she rushed by didn't seem surprised by the sudden sound of marching. Was there something Nightshade had not told her?
The sound of marching grew stronger and stronger until she flung open the passage to their headquarters.
A long line of ponies greeted her. Each had a face of determination, their eyebrows etched in fury and stubbornness. All the pegasi from every stretch of Equestria that had felt wronged had joined their cause, and they were now fighting against the oppressive society that did not allow them to be free. They wore the gleaming black and violet suits, and their golden eyed goggles seem to glow from the passion within their very souls. There were many, but they were one. Their regal composure and their sleek suits should have instilled pride into Lightning Dust. It did not.
Nightshade silently approached Lightning Dust, a smile on her face. "We will finally show the world our true intentions, won't we, ma chérie?"
Lightning Dust looked to her mentor, her golden eyes unreadable, and she felt hollow as she nodded, "Yes, Nightshade."