//------------------------------// // High Noon // Story: Apple to the Core // by aceotaku //------------------------------// Applebloom blinked in surprise as she stared at the newcomers and their strange entrance, eyes widening as she recognised three in particular. “Ma! Pa! HEELLLLP!!” The filly cried out desperately. “Applebloom!” Applejack and her parents exclaimed, running towards the filly before a rope pulled taught in front of them and tripped them over. Braeburn cricked his neck as he got up, pulling the rope back under his vest as he stepped over. “You folks have been a right pain in the backside. Ah’m endin’ this here an’ now before you cause any damage to our plans.” He tied a rope around Bruised’s leg, throwing her over his shoulder like a massive flail, the massive mare slamming her front hooves onto the three earth ponies. Bruised growled and grunted as Juicy Apple and Hard Cider had struck her hooves with their hind legs, groaning with effort as they tried to push the massive mare away. “Mother!” Applejack exclaimed in surprise and concern. “Father!” “We may not get along too much.” Juicy Apple grunted. “And we may not approve of the company she keeps or what she does with her life....” “But we’ll be DANGED if we let some BAD APPLES hurt our lil’ girl!” Hard Cider yelled angrily , gritting his teeth as he and his wife struggled, Bruised Bad Apple trying to crush them both under her hooves. “You dang sanctimonious Apples can never understand how we feel!” Braeburn roared with rage, hefting Bruised up with the rope to throw her down harder against the farmers. There was a flash as the noon sunlight reflected off a pair of scissors that flew through the air, slicing through the rope and causing Bruised Bad Apple to fall. Braeburn barely dodged as his sister slammed down, cracks forming around under the massive mare’s sheer weight, the younger stallion glaring towards Applejack, who stood between her panting parents who were massaging their aching forelegs. “And nopony hurts my family.” Applejack growled. “Even if they are selfish, controlling jerks.” Braeburn roared in anger and charged forward, raising his foreleg into a punch, but the fashionista merely pulled out a large red cloth from her bag, wrapped around his leg as she dodged past, and with a quick flick tossed him over as she daintily kicked him in the head with her hind legs. This all happened in a single movement. “Yer...Just a....dang....seamstress...” Braeburn shakily got up, eye twitching. “Yes, Ah work with dresses and fabrics of most any sort,” Applejack stated, “and Ah do care about my appearance and about proper etiquette. But that doesn’t mean Ah don’t know how to fend for myself.” Braeburn got up onto his haunches and got ready to attack, only to yelp in pain as Applejack whipped him with the red fabric like a whip. “This is pure silk.” Applejack explained with a determined expression. “Silk is a soft, luxurious fabric, but is also a strong fabric. And much like me, this silk...hides steel!” As Braeburn recovered and pulled out all of his ropes from under his vest and hat, the silk danced and weaved in the air through the seamstress’ hoof movements, who quickly pulled her leg beg and pushed it forward, causing the fabric to become loose and fall open, and send several needles and scissors through the air, cutting through the stallion’s clothes and ropes as Applejack charged forward, grabbing some needles and thread and covering Braeburn with the silk. Applejack’s hooves moved at an incredible speed as she worked, leaving the stallion confined in the fabric, unable to move as he fell to the ground squirming angrily. “Kill you!” Braeburn spat. “You’re just like th’ rest of ‘em! Ya all deserve to die!” He was silenced as a horseshoe was thrown at his head and knocked him out, Rotten Bad Apple frowning in disapproval. “Now, Ah know more than most the pain this family gave us, but that’s just rude Brae. Ah taught ya better’n that.” The stallion smirked and tipped his hat to the others. “Now, jus’ step away from th’ vehicle and nopony gets hurt, ya hear?” “Why should we listen to you, you snake!?” Hard Cider shouted angrily. “Ya kidnapped our foal!” Rotten shrugged his shoulders. “Now, kidnap is such an ugly word. I ‘liberated’ li’l Applebloom. Ah wasn’t about t’ leave her in the town and get stampeded on.” “Lies!” the buffalo in the cage beside Applebloom’s retorted. “My people would never do that, no matter what you think!” The rest of the group blinked in surprise. “Why are there a bunch of buffalo in cages with Applebloom over there?” Rarity asked. Rotten Bad Apple chuckled. “Well, Ah had t’ make sure those buffalo would stampede somehow. Makin’ them think the ponies were stealin’ from them an’ attackin’ them all day long wasn’t enough, it seems.” “WHAT!?” Applejack, Rainbow Dash and the others shouted out. “It’s true, he told me himself!” Applebloom called out, tears in her eyes. “He kidnapped their boss’ daughter and their other girls so they’d get mad enough t’ attack the town!” “But why!?” Rarity exclaimed in shock. “Why would you want something so horrible to happen!?” “He’s a Bad Apple.” Hard Cider stated sternly. “They don’ need a reason.” Rotten growled in reply, gritting his teeth as his expression hardened. “Now, that right there is my motive. For years, the Apple clan as mocked us, ridiculed the Bad Apples, all cause Ah wanted t’ make somethin’ of mahself. My siblings, my father not even my own MOTHER agreed with my decision! Ever since then every meber of the Bad Apple branch of the family has been treated as garbage, like we are a plague for simply EXISTIN’! But th’ moment mah son took an education, like Ah did might I add, and became sheriff of Appleoosa so he could support us while we were low on money after payin’ fer his college tuition, YOU ALL treated him like some kinda saint, like he did something SO GREAT! He got REAL upset, lemme tell ya, an’ when mah son gets upset, so do Ah, but I was able to keep calm an’ tal him down. Then we heard about Appleoosa’s buffalo problem.” “What about those dang buffalo?” Juicy Apple asked, glaring. “EVERYTHIN’!” The Bad Apple shouted, clenching his gun tightly. “The buffalo LIVED here way before any of them, but they act like the buffalo are bin’ unreasonable, DESPITE them not even botherin’ t’ check if this place wasn’t inhabited already! And then they act like the buffalo’s traditions are completely unimportant even though tradition is what the Apple family ONLY CARE ABOUT! Do this! Don’t do that! That’s not how an Apple lives, it ain’t ‘traiditional’! THAT’S why we exacerbated the buffalo’s righteous anger, to destroy the symbol of the family’s pioneerin’ farmer stereotype and have them suffer a karmic fate for their HYPOCRISY!” “That doesn’t give you the right to kidnap children or instigate a live threatening attack on a town of ponies who are your family!” Twilight countered from the modified train. “I thought we were kindred spirits, but you’re no inventor! You’re just an angry pony lashing out at everyone who ever hurt you, even the ones who didn’t do anything to you!” “SHUT IT! YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW GOOD YA GOT IT!” Rotten gritted his teeth further. “Ya know I could give anythin’ to have been a unicorn like you, but no! I was born a magicless earth pony, can’t even farm, and whose inventions were rejected by the princess herself for bein’ too ‘dangerous’!” He calmed down, slowly grinning widely. “But no matter, after today we’ll show the “wonderful” Apple family what for. Once those buffalo tear through the town, there won’t be nothin’ left standing but broken bones and shattered timber! An’ then, we’ll be headin’ home, free as can be.” “Why you no good punk!” Hard Cider yelled out, shaking a hoof. “Ah’m gonna make you pay for this!” “What are you gonna do, Cider? Buck me a new one?” Rotten laughed raspily. “Don’t matter what ya do, or what the folks down in Appleoosa do, those buffalo ain’t stoppin’! Ain’t nothing that can stop an enraged buffalo once once they start stampedin’! Sure ya’ll can fight me, but Ah ain’t makin’ it easy for ya, an’ besides, which is more important: punchin’ me in th’ face, or makin’ sure your loved ones are safe?” He paused as a rumbling was heard. “Well, looks like it’s time. We can get a good view of the town from here.” Dust rose up into the air in great clouds as a massive herd of buffalo ran through across the plain down below, their cries of anger ringing out through the wastelands. “No...” the buffalo beside Applebloom whimpered in horror, eyes wide. “This is not our way...don’t do this....” “Ain’t no stoppin’ it now...” Rotten said with a satisfied smirk. As the buffalo ran, four figures wlaked out from the town, heading towards the stampede. Twilight gasped in recognition, running to the edge of the cliff. “Mom! Dad! What are you doing!? Get away from there!” “Deep Roots?” hard Cider wondered aloud as he peered over with his wife. “Sheriff?” Rotten frowned at this unforeseen development as the four ponies stood....and the stampede suddenly stopped as Nightlight stepped over. “What...are they doing...?” Twilight wondered aloud. Rotten’s eye twitched. “No....” “I think they’re....negotiating?” Rarity said. “Negotiate?” Juicy Apple gasped. “With those savages?” “Hey!” Applebloom replied. “Ya cain’t say that about Strongheart’s kin!” “Bloom...?” hard Cider blinked, staring at his youngest daughter in surprise. “Strongheart’s mah friend and has taught me a lotta things to think about...e-even if yer mah Ma an’ Pa...Ya...Ya cain’t say mean things about mah friends!” Applebloom cried out, tears falling freely. “Bloom we didn’t mean...” Hard Cider began, but stopped, gulping. “Ah mean...y-you saw when they attacked....” “Only cause our family was bein’ mean to ‘em! N-not just Uncle Rotten, but everyone in Appleoosa too!” “B-but...” Juicy Apple started, lamely. Before more they could be said, they were interrupted as a gunshot rang out in the air, Rotten’s blunderbuss pointed up high as he shook in rage. “NO! Do ya have any idea how long we had to set everythin’ up, t’ rile up those buffalo, to make sure everythin’ took place on the one day of the year the whole family would show up in a single place!? DO ya know how long we waitd for this day, for a little vengeance! DID YA!? A-and now some...some UNICORN STICKYNOSE is buttin’ into somethin’ that’s not their business and NEGOTIAIONG WITH THE APPELS AND THE BUFFALO!? IS THAT WHAT IS HAPPENIN’!?” He sighed and lowed his weapon. “Well, THAT was a waste of time.” He walked toward Applebloom. “Come on Bloomie, we’re goin’ home. Ah’m wipin’ mah hooves of this entire waste of time.” He jumped into the air as Hard Cider ran towards him with a raised hoof, slamming his own hind hooves onto the farmer’s head, sending him hard into the ground. “CIDER!” Juicy Apple cried out and then grew enraged, charging over. Rotten ducked to low under her, spinning his blunderbuss as he struck one end against the mare’s head, sending her flying into the air and falling down onto her back. Rainbow Dash grunted in pain as she got ready to move her wings, but was stopped by Rarity. “Don’t. If you try to move now who knows what will happen.” “But we can’t just let him do this!” the Pegasus retorted. “We could.” Pinkamena stated with a shrug as Rarity and Rainbow glared at her. “Hey, I don’t care either way what happens, Appleoosa’s not in trouble anymore and he isn’t going to hurt the filly. Besides, I can’t really fight my best customer, even if I can’t offer him my services anymore due to his current criminal status.” “Customer?” Rainbow asked with a raised brow, curious despite the situation. “Oh yeah, he bought tons of orihalcum from me.” PInkamena sighed at their blank looks. “Anti-magic metal, the exact opposite of the highly magical Mithril...you know what, nevermind.” “Were ya’ll talkin’ about me?” Rainbow’s eyes widened as Rotten Bad Apple now stood over them and she jumped from her position as the stallion fired his gun. Rarity’s horn glowed as she shot a blast of magic at his weapon, the small ball of magic dissipating as it struck the metal. “Now that was just sad.” Rotten admonished. “Even IF this wasn’t anti-magic metal, that blast wouldn’t have made me even flinch.” The unicorn chuckled. “Um, how about I just lie here and pretend to be unconscious?” “Sorry, can’t be too careful.” He slammed his gun over her ehad hard, knocking ehr out. He turned to Pinkamena and tipped his hat. “Pinkamena.” “Sorry Mr Bad Apple, but I can no longer have business with a criminal.” Pinkamena stated dryly. “That and you just hurt one of my friends. A term I use loosely.” “Understandable.” “However, in honour of past dealings I shall not stand in your way.” “Mighty kind of ya.” “Not at all. Especially since my other friends are going to kick your flank anyway.” “Still, appreciate the gesture.” He slammed his gun hard into Rainbow’s face as she pounced on him, knocking her away. The Pegasus quickly recovered but was knocked over as he hit her with a blast from his gun. She groaned in pain as he stepped over. “Don’t worry, Ah only use non-lethal rounds.” The stallion shrugged. “You will be hurtin’ for a while, but still better in pain than dead.” “You won’t...” Rainbow gasped out. “Get away with this....” “That is a possibility. But, I like to take my chances” Rotten said as he grinned cockily. He looked up and started firing at Fluttershy, who giggled and whizzed through the air. “For a dangerous angry sociopath, he sure knows how to make fireworks!” The yellow pegasus grinned and giggled. The stallion frowned and sighed. “She sure does take the fun outta this.” He spied out of the corner of his eye an orange blur running towards him as he pushed the tip of his gun into the ground at his feet and fired, sending him upward. He pointed the gun the opposite way and fired, sending him towards the running applejack, who quickly met his punch with her own, grunting with pain from the impact the extra velocity gave him. “Ya know, AJ, ya really shouldn’t have much of a problem with this.” Rotten said as Applejack struck his face and he responded with a kick to her shoulder, pushing her back. “Ah mean, how long has your family been tellin’ ya that you have no business doin’ what ya love, that it’s wrong since it ain’t traditional? Ya didn’t even want to come here; they just took advantage of your loyalty and made ya come. Are ya really gonna blindly follow your family’s wishes just cause you’re loyal?” Applejack countered with a haymaker, knocking him to the ground, grunting in pain as he shot her shoulder. “This isn’t about loyalty! Ah wouldn’t have come at all if Applebloom and Mac didn’t ask me to, and that’s less cause Ah’m loyal to them and more that Ah feel guilty about not visiting them often, because my parents are so insufferable that they’ll just stop us from talking just to tell me for the umpteenth time that what Ah’m doing isn’t traditional and that Ah should stay at the farm like a good member of the family.” He swung his weapon at her and she leapt backwards from it. “However despite my grievances they are still my family and Ah feel awful about not seeing them too much, Ah just wish they’d understand that if Ah didn’t do what Ah loved, if Ah didn’t follow my cutie mark the way I understand it, it would just hurt me.” She caught his gun between her hooves, the two of them grunting as they struggled to take it from the other. “So why don’t ya understand what Ah’m doing!?” Rotten shouted in exasperation. “Because this isn’t about loyalty you idiot, this is about being a good pony.” The fashionista retorted. “And, Ah may sympathise with you a little, but Ah cannot condone anything you’ve done, and you need to go to jail.” She smirked and umped away from him, leaving his weapon in his hooves. “Anyway, Ah was distracting you so you wouldn’t attack her.” He blinked and yelped in surprise as Fluttershy crouched near him, grinning wide. He pointed his gun at her and fired....noticing too late the rock lodged in it as it exploded in his face, causing the barrel to curl backwards comically as his face was left covered in soot. He left out a pathetic, small cough as he blinked. “Hey Rotten! This is yours!” The stallion turned as he saw the train he had modified charge right towards him. He sighed and tilted his hat over his eyes. “Que cera, cera. Ce’st le vie.” He was then run over by the train which careened over the edge of the cliff with him stuck on the front and his sons tied to the rear. Twilight stood next to Applejack grinning. “That’ll teach him to rob, kidnap and plan near-familicide.” The fashionista raised a brow. “...rob?” “Oh the train was filled with stolen gold from the bank, in the back. He must’ve done it during the competition or the stampede.” “...huh.” Applebloom meanwhile was staring at her sister, grinning wide. “That. Was. Awesome!” ------------------------------- Nightlight, his wife, Deep Roots and Sheriff Silverstar walked through the town, followed by a group of buffalo including their chief, Thunderhooves. “So, we have negotiated, and we are willing to move a small portion of our trees elsewhere, provided both we and the buffalo trade goods and services. The gives us their potent medicines and knowledge of the desert, we offer them our food and modern services.” “But Deep Roots!” One pony said. “No.” The older stallion replied with a stern gaze. “Our family has troubled these good creatures for far too long. Now before you argue, BOTH sides were in the wrong. Yes we didn’t try and learn more about whether this area was inhabited, but the buffalo did leave no markings of themselves here and did not negotiate well. And while we did ignore their pleas, we had already set up our town for a good while and couldn’t simply remove all the trees after such a difficult time planting them. We have cultivated the land enough to support moving a small fraction though, which the buffalo find acceptable. This is NOT up for debate.” The townsfolk and visiting ponies talked among themselves and slowly, one by one, they nodded in agreement. “Good.” He turned at a noise, eyes widening in surprise as a massive machine moved towards them. It stopped as it entered the town, and several familiar and not-quite-familiar figures stepped out. Hard Cider and Juicy Apple, along with Rainbow Dash, Rarity and Applejack had varying degrees of bandages and splints applied to their bodies, while Applebloom stood grinning beside her sister and a small buffalo, several larger buffalo standing behind them. To their side a grinning Fluttershy held a cloth around which held three of the Bad Apples. “Ah, I see you rescued the female buffalo.” Deep Roots smiled as the buffalo reunited with their females, the Chief happily crying as he tightly hugged his daughter in his hooves. Applejack tilted ehr head in surprise. “You knew?” Sheriff Silverstar pointed to the local jail, where a scowling Worm-Eaten Bad Apple sat in a cell, covered in bite marks, scratches and bruises. “Found him in a heap on the outskirts of town.” The Sheriff explained. “He bragged about everythin’. Not confessed, BRAGGED. Naturally we locked him up in the jail while the Sparkles came up with a way to talk to the buffalo through smoke signals and negotiate.” Twilight’s mother giggled. “Oh, I studied a minor in foreign and ancient communication methods in college.” “Surprisingly, the Chief of the tribe was willing to negotiate.” Deep Roots continued. “From there, Nightlight simply explained the situation which got the buffalo calm enough to explain their side to us. It was enlightening...and disconcerting.” The odler stallion frowned. “I had thought my family was better than this...but it seems I was wrong.” Hard Cider frowned. “What ya mean?” “This wouldn’t have happened if only we and the buffalo were willing to negotiate in the first place, but we weren’t and thus everything got so desperate.” Deep Roots sighed. “It didn’t help that nopony saw fit to inform me.” “....What about the competition...?” Juicy Apple hesitantly said. “Ah mean, Ah know we have a lot more to dela with an’ talk about, but...we came all this way...you might as well name those...those UNICORNS as the winners...we all know you were going to anyway...” Hard Cider glared. “Just know that Ah...that WE don’t accept this at all.” Rainbow Dash and Applejack glared at him angrily, but before they could speak Deep Roots held up a hoof. “Indeed, the sparkles are the winners, however, there is something I MUST say. Do you know the meaning behind the last challenge, digging a hole? Tell me, what does that have to do with farming?” “It’s obviously a test of ingenuity.” Rainbow Dash said, earning a look from the farmers. “The ground is hard to dig through, not to mention not very fit to grow plants. Yet, this whole town was built here, so that you could have such a test.” Deep Roots smield, nodding his head. “Indeed, Miss Dash, that is EXACTLY why. This area was the perfect place to teach such a lesson, and with the way my family has been acting these past few generations, I felt it was a worthwhile one.” “...huh?” hard Cider asked. “What are ya talkin’ about?” “All this talk of ‘tradition’ and ‘family values’ and ‘proper farming’.” Deep Roots frowned. “That wasn’t what I built thi family on, not such...marlarky!” The old stallion held up a shovel. “See this? When I was young, difficult as it may be to imagine I was, we didn’t have these. We used our hooves, then simple tools that while decent were impractical. Then, some clever pony though to invent this, and now everypony uses this, especially farmers. Way back then, it wasn’t ‘traditional’ and was thus looked down on. But, it was so practical and time saving that the traditionalists were ignored in favour of the shovel.” He tapped a hoof against hard Cider’s head. “THAT’S the lesson, tradition means nothing, it only slows down progress and forward thinking. To win this contest, you needed to think outside the box, come up with a solution otuisde your comfort zone. And the family as a whole FAILED.” He turned to the Sparkles who ahd quickly reunited themselves. “I was the one who invited these unicorns, because I had heard that they were good businessponies and farmers who had brilliant ideas and methods they could teach us, their magic alone would be a decent help.” “But...But they’re...they’re stealin’ our business!” Hard Cider argued. “Stealin’ our customers and the money we desperately need.” “No.” Deep Roots glared. “They are not. Your farm is fine, I have seen it myself, granny Smith herself told me so as well. You are just an idiot trying to make a scapegoat out of a potential rival who doesn’t even think of you as such.” “I-Idiot!?” Hard Cider growled. “Why Ah oughta--!” he froze, realising who eh raised voice towards. He desperately looked around. “H-he’s wrong right everypony? Th-those unicorns they’re the bad ones, n-not us right? W-we...” He started crying. “D-don’t look at me like that, you heard what eh was sayin’...h-he was sayin’ the whole family was...that we...o-oh Celestia...” he fell to his haunches, looking lost. He looked up at his daughter, eyes widening in realisation. “Oh...oh no...Ah...Ah didn’t...We were just...” Applejack frowned. “Ah am sorry too, father. Sorry Ah’m not the little filly you loved anymore.” “How can you say that?” Juicy Apple said hoarsely. “A-all we ever done is love you. W-we were jsut doin’ what was best for you?” “Really mother? And here I thought you just wanted another hoof around the farm, not see your daughter smile.” Her mother looked down as she too was hit by realisation. Deep Roots looked at them and sighed, turning to the Sparkles. “I..have a proposition. I....would like to make you honourary members of the Apple family.” “You...are you sure?” Nightlight asked, eyes wide. “Indeed, I am. Your ingenuity, your business sense, you have so much our family could learn and use, and having unicorns as members would do us a world of good, at the very least we can shake off the ridiculous rumour of being anti-unicorn or Pegasus, which is just absurd!” Nightlight chuckled. “Vell, I suppose ve accept such a generous offer. You may tell us the details of vhat this means to us later, it has been an exhausting day. I vould like to say, hwoever, how honoured we are.” “Indeed it has, and you are very welcome.” The elder stallion chuckled, turning to twilight. “And you, my little pony, you have been a good child to your parents, they wouldn’t have won one of the challenges if it wasn’t for you.” “It...it didn’t really matter though.” The purple unicorn said, blushing softly. “But it showed me much about you. You are quick witted, you love machines and new technology, much like I do, and you are quite kind.” “No that’s Rarity,” Twilight smiled, “I’m generosity.” She blinked in surprise as a brown Stetson was placed onto her head. “Take this. This hat is a symbol of the Apple Family. Not everyone wears, but every branch ahs at least one. This is yours, if you’d accept it.” Twilight held it in her hooves, eyes wide. She looked up at the stallion with a wide smile. “Thank you very much, Mr Roots.” “Just Deep Roots, my dear. We’re family now after all, and family is always there for one another, no matter what.” He turned to everyone else, smiling wisely. “Now, everypony, why don’t we celebrate the addition of our new members with a good old fashioned Apple Family reunion hoedown!?” The ponies looked at each other hesitantly, but taken in by Deep Roots’ authority and good cheer, they all cheered and raised their hooves and threw their hats in their in agreement. As they did so, Sheriff Silverstar dragged the Bad Apples away, Rotten smiling wistfully at the display. ------------------------------------- Dear Princess Celestia, These Apples know how to throw a party! I mean... Let me start again. I am writing to you here from Appleoosa, where the locals are having their annual family reunion. They are quite adept at celebrating. Today, my friends Twilight Sparkle and Applejack were put at odds, but rather than let that get in the way of their friendship, they simply accepted the circumstances and did not allow a momentary competition to change their relationship. However, that is not what I learned. I have learned that our families can be well meaning, some families can be cruel, others can be the kindest and best you can ever have, but family is always there for you, always, and you don’t have to go against what you want just to make your familyfamily accept you. Families are important, but you don’t need to be defined by your family I have also learned that tradition, while a good thing, since it allows us to honour the past and our forefathers, can get in the way of living in the here and now and can sometimes male otherwise good ponies act unkind without realising. Sometimes, it is best to forget tradition and just follow your instincts, inspiration and ideas to find a different, perhaps better solution. Tradition is still good, but sometimes it can get in the way of other, good things. In other news, Applejack’s little sister has shown some interest in her big sister’s work and wants to live with her for a while. Her brother was pretty surprised, as were her parents. Her parents...they haven’t been the best of ponies and they seemingly have rethought their ideals but...I’m thinking it’s only a momentary thing and they’ll go back to their old ways sooner or later. We’ll wait and see. The local buffalo tribes are thinking of intergrating with pony society to better learn from us and improve realtions with our kind. They’re starting by having the Chief’s daughter, Little Strongheart, come live with Applebloom in Ponyville for a while. The reason why that’s so specific is because Strongheart actually specifically asked to go live with Applebloom, whom she bonded with during...well, an incident. Which brings me to my last note: four criminals are going to be transported to canterlot court to see what is done with them. They have been found guilty of bank robbery, kidnapping and conspiracy to destroy a town via proxy(the last isn’t so much a law but it might as well be). They are FAR more dangerous then they look. With all that out of the way, I hope this message finds you well and I hope to send you another letter soon, until then. Yours Faithfully, Rainbow Dash, Element of Magic