What could go wrong with 5 rambunctious fillies, who have completely different personalities?
The dragons, for some odd reason, take in a red and black filly. An oblivious filly who seems to think ceilings are fascinating. A filly with excitement equal to the exaggerating Pinkie Pie. A filly who hates everything and everypony that comes near. And a fusion between two.
I screamed at the top of my lungs as I fell from my cloud home. My family lived above The Smokey Mountains, which was probably not a good idea. I still couldn't fly properly, so I was basically in the death zone. I was soon engulfed with darkness, the only light being the tiny light that was getting smaller as I fell further down the cavern.
I heard a very faint gasp, then scream. I saw a darker figure scoop up my mother. "MOM?!" I screamed, my breathe becoming rapid and my pupils retracting to the size of pinpoints.
I started hearing loud growls as I fell. I knew that they were dragons, many of them. I was scared, so scared. I took a shaky breathe, feeling the cold air getting colder and colder.
I knew what was coming. I closed my eyes, not that it mattered, and tried to steady my breathe. It didn't work, I then just excepted my fate. I attempted to curl up into a ball and succeeded, Celestia knows how.
I soon met the ground, knocking the wind out of me in the process. My eyelids grew heavy as tears escaped my barriers. The last thing I heard was a distant gasp. The last thing I saw was darkness...
First, I gained my sense of hearing. I could hear two voices yelling at each other.
"We are not, I repeat, not keeping a pegasus filly! It's against our code!"
"But we can't just leave her on her own! She'll die out there!"
"It's against our code, it's not possible!"
What I gained next was my sense of touch. I was lying on a cold, hard surface. I let out a groan of pain, hearing my scratchy voice. 'What the hell happened..', I thought letting in long, stinging breathes. I soon realized,'Wait... Where am I?'.
"She's awake!" Said one of the deeper voices,"Please, child, stay down until your healed." He was calm and collected, but had a hint of concern in his voice.
I soon earned my sense of sight. A pain shot through my gut, but I didn't know why."Where am I?" I asked, not knowing how the hell I got here. "You're in the Dungeon Dragon's cavern. Please, don't move." He said calmly as I attempted to get up,"You fell from your cloud home that was hovering above our cave. You are, at the moment, suffering from severe memory loss." I did my best to try and remember what happened. That didn't happen, the only real effect was the migraine I gained from thinking too hard.
I gripped the side of my head and closed my eyes as the migraine faded. I slowly opened my eyes, to find a dragon staring me straight in the eyes. My heart stopped as my pupils sized to pinpoints. I let a small whimper out as my ears folded against my head. The dragon had a pair of small circular glasses neatly placed above his snout, a white doctor lab coat with a few easily noticeable blood stains, purple underbelly and green scales, and beautiful dark red eyes.
"No need to be scared, little one. My name is Dr. Drake, What's your name?" He asked, a innocent smile plastered on his face while he outstretched an arm. I shook his hand with my hoof,"My name is..." I paused to think,'Why can't I remember my name!? Think...! My head shook roughly once,"Um... My name is..." 'I twitched..' "My name is Twitchy. Twitchy Evil..."
'Evil? I'm not evil, why'd I say that?
"Nice t' meech yah, Twitchy!" Said a much squeakier voice, which made me jump"I'm Scorch!" I gave Drake a curious look, then looked behind me. I let out a small 'eep', behind me was a smaller dragon. From observation it was a female, but she looked different than any other dragon I'd seen, she had the look of a dragon but with pony mixed in.
"Scorch?" I asked, taken back by the sudden appearance. I could feel my cheeks heat up.
"Well, of course! I'm da best fire breathin' pony-hybrid in this here camp!" She answered cheerfully.
I couldn't help but smile at the enthusiasm of the young hybrid. She had a purple scaly coat, an orange mane that was styled back. Her smile quickly faded though, as I saw my eyesight getting covered with clear shade of red. She started backing up, her face filled with concern, "Twitchy?"
I didn't hear her though,'Best fire breathing hybrid, huh? I thought,'Really? I'm the best! I'm always the best!' My eyes were as red as a stream of blood by this point.
At that moment I felt ten times stronger than I should've been. I didn't feel the dizziness I felt when I hit the bottom of the cavern. It felt like I could kill fifty dragons without getting hurt.
"Twitchy...?" Asked Drake, I turned around and got up, walking straight up to him. "Yes? Drake?" I said, my smile growing. My voice was so scratchy, but I didn't notice."Are you... Okay?" He hesitated, pushing himself closer to the wall to hide himself.
I laughed, it was the most demonic laugh I've ever heard. It made Drake flinch and Scorch's pupils turned smaller than pinpoints,"Oh, Drake! You crack me up! Of course I'm okay!" I said enthusiastically, but leaving my stone cold smirk untouched,"I'm better then ever..." I drifted off at the end to turn around.
Scorch was standing there with her vibrant dragon-pony wings started glowing as the wind started to pick up,"Get away from mah big brother!" She yelled, I could tell there were tears welling up in her eyes. My smile grew somehow,"Oh... Is this your big brother? I had no idea..."I said mockingly, there was a hint of sarcasm in it.
"If there was a chance to die... Would you take it?" I asked, my voice calm but demonic. I started advancing on Scorch, she had the most terrified face I've ever seen.
"Twitchy... Please, this isn't you..." She was soon trapped in a corner, My smile shrunk.
"Not like me?"
"You should be nice and--"
"You don't even know me!" I yelled, I felt tears filling my eye, but they quickly faded away,"I don't even know you!" I lifted my hoof.'What am I doing?' I asked myself, but the urge to kill didn't fade.
"I'LL KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF--" I started, only to be cut off by a needle stabbing into my neck. My senses came back and the red blur disappeared. Eyelids becoming heavy and body becoming limp, I collapsed on the ground. I felt so tired,'Why did I do that?' I thought as I started to go into the land of the sleep.
The last thing I saw before I was asleep, was the concerned glare coming from Dr. Drake,
“Hey, mom?” I asked, looking into my mother’s eyes. She looked down at me, smiling a little, and nodded. I hesitated,”When is dad coming home?” Worry was the only expression on my face. Her smile faded, she then looked at the setting sun. We were resting on a hillside next to my mom’s favorite tree, a Birch Oak. It was late and the sun was just touching the horizon, showing off a crimson and orange glow.
“Y-Your father isn’t coming home…” She answered, looking anywhere but my heartbroken face. I felt my heart split in two as tears slowly formed in my eyes,”He’ll never come home...ever.” She finished, finally looking into my tear struck eyes. She had her own tears forming and falling down her face. As I turned around, I saw the sun was now half way below the horizon. I rested my head on her front hooves, shutting my eyes, and letting out a shiver inducing sigh. It was the saddest thing I’ve ever done, I’ve always been so happy.
A few moments of silence passed between us, before I broke it.
“So let’s just forget we had this chat… And how about you give me flying lessons!” I shouted half-heatedly, wiping the tears out of my eyes. “You promised and this is your chance! Or else I get twenty bits!” I continued, a daring yet playful smirk in my expression. I turned back to see a chuckling mother with a small smile. She looked down,”You think you can tell Honey Blitz what to do and not get punished?!” She asked, a playful smile forming as she unfolded her wing and started tickling the side of my neck with one of the feathers.
My chuckle soon grew into an outrageous laugh,”S-S-Stop! I-I’m G-Gonna PEE!” I was shouting as I rolled onto my back, off of my mothers hoof.Which only made it worse. She started tickling my belly. She kept tickling me as the night started to show. She then let go and sighed as I tried to calm my ball of laughs.
”Maybe it’s time to give you those flying lessons?” She asked in a playful tone. “Yeah… Let’s go do that…” I answered between giggles, finally calming my laughter.
One hour Later
“MOM!” I screamed as I fell off the cloud house into the deep caverns below…
My eyes slowly crept open. Then the adrenaline hit. I shot up and let out a loud gasp, only to be replaced with a groan of pain and a fall back onto the pillow supporting my head the entire night.
“Well good morning, Miss Evil.” Said a calm green and purple dragon, which was the one and only Dr. Drake,”Did you have a nice rest?” He asked, a tad of concern in his tone.
I rolled my eyes and let out a loud snort,”Yeah right! Liking having a dream about yourself and a stranger named... Honey Blitz? I think that’s what she said her name was.” I put a hoof to my chin and tapped softly, then shook my head clearing the thought,”Anyways… What happened yesterday? How did I get on this bed?” I asked, scanning the rough bed below.
The bed was made out of wood and rocks, with a somewhat comfortable layer of wool on the top. The pillow was almost completely made out of fur.'Oh sweet Celestia...I'm sleeping on a dead animal!' I had a disgusted but annoyingly confused glare plastered on my face, which I couldn’t seem to remove.
“Oh! Honey Blitz huh? She is an amazing flier! Not surprised to hear you had a dream about her...” Drake said enthusiastically, but quickly faded into a serious and stern look,"And about last night, do you not remember? You threatened the entire dragon colony and almost hurt my little sister.” He answered, his eyebrow tilting up. Then, all at once, the memories fluttered into my brain. I facehoofed, then regretted it instantly. I forgot how hard hooves actually were despite their soft texture. Groaning, I pulled my hoof off my face and glared at it. Shifting my gaze towards Dr.Drake, who was obviously holding back a laugh.
“And how did I get on the bed? Did you carry me?” I asked, getting annoyed from his reaction to the facehoof. Drake shot up straight,”Oh! Oh right! Um… Yeah, I carried you to bed after I stuck a needle in your neck…” He said, chuckling and blushing a bit,”You were just about to kill my sister…” Now it was my turn to blush. I looked away as a burning sensation formed on my cheeks,”So you're not gonna kick me out and leave me on the streets, are you?” I asked, my voice filled with worry, annoyance, and self-hate.
“Leave you on the streets?” He asked playfully, putting his hand to his chin,”I never thought about that… I was just gonna bake you into a stew!” He joked. Although, a five year old filly would never take that as a joke. My pupils dilated and my mind told me to run for it. I didn’t, instead I said,”What?! No, please! I don’t wanna die or be left alone!” I shouted out of worry and hate, my eyesight turning a light shade of red.
As Drake glanced my way, his eyes shot open, all signs of playfulness gone. He lunged forward, gripping my right shoulder as tight as he could. I jolt of pain went through my foreleg as I started to feel light headed. The red haze went away as my headache grew into a slight migraine. I pulled my other hoof, that wasn’t being tightly squeezed, to my head. Groaning, as Drake let go of my shoulder, I lay my head back on the fur covered pillow.
“Get some rest..” Drake said quietly as he pulled the blanket, surprisingly made of silk, above my torso,”We’ve got a long day ahead of us…”
Then came the endless tunnel of slumber…
“Bye, dad!” I shouted at the taxi cart driving away,”Don’t forget about us!” I was as enthusiastic as usual. A mare walked out the front door behind me. She had a chocolate colored coat and a dark red mane, much like her daughters mane.“He’ll be back soon, dRe nRruen. Don’t worry your pretty little head.” My mom said running her hoof through my short mane.
Light forced it’s way through my eyelids, waking me from my dream. I groaned and stuffed my face into my pillow, trying to get a few more minutes of sleep. ‘I hate mornings’ I thought. When I fully opened my eyes, I got up and glanced around the room I was in. I was in a stone room with sand as a floor, except there was no door. There in place of it stood a giant metal barred gate. It would’ve been mistaken as a dungeon if it weren’t for the giant arena that laid behind the bars.
“What the…” I mumbled to myself, inspecting the arena as I approached the gate.
"Is everybody ready for this bloody fight!?” Yelled a voice that seemed to have come from the arena. I then heard hoo-- no those can't have been hooves… Dragon feet. Definitely dragon feet
“Are you ready, Miss Evil?” The sudden appear of a voice startled me, sending me at least a foot in the air. “Sorry for startling you, Miss Evil. But.. Are you ready to fight?” The voice asked again. As I looked down, I saw a crimson female dragon with a green underbelly. She spoke softly with a bit of scratch in her tone. ‘A fight!? What have I gotten myself into?!' I thought, while my worried and shocked expression turned into a strong serious one. I nodded, letting know I was ready. ‘Why did I nod!?’ I was screaming at myself internally, but my real expression stayed strong and brave.
I felt my eyes tingle a bit as the gate opened letting me out of my temporary prison cell. I looked around and saw all of the seats full of dragons. I didn’t hesitate or do anything worthy of showing myself as a coward.
Instead my smile grew to ear to ear. My vision became filled with a red blur as I walked out onto the arena floor. The last thing I saw was three dragons come out of their temporary jails. One was a little taller than a full grown stallion, the other was twice the size, and the last one was big enough to be mistaken for a hydra.
The last thing I heard was the calling of an announcer,”Get ready, ladies and gentledragons, for the fight of your lives!” It was distant but I still heard it loud and clear.
*This chapter, and most likely more to come, is unedited due to the fact that my PM's are not wanting to go through. Enjoy the story.*
The front door slammed open as I walked through."I'm home!" I yelled into my living room, earning a slight gasp, a plate crashing to the ground, and a groan from the kitchen to my right.
A purple earth pony with a mane of red, orange, and purple, poked her head out the kitchen door. "Rainbow Blueberry Pie! What did I tell you about yelling?" My mom said sternly, earning a happy smile in return.
"Don't yell in the house while unnoticed. Or when dad's taking a nap." I replied with a ear-wide grin, ignoring my irritated mother. As I turned around to go up to my room, I could've sworn I saw my mom roll her eyes. I ignored her, as she does it a lot, and started heading towards the stairs. I stopped mid-step, as I heard a loud thump from the room next to the stairs.
My parents room.
I rolled my eyes and continued on my way. 'Dad must be waking up from his nap.' I thought, a small smile plastered on my face. That's when I heard the door slam open, oh I wish I listened to my mother that day. As I turned to look at the door, happy smile still on my face, I was met with the glaring face of an orange pegasus with a mane of yellow, green, and blue. Though I did not look at him.
I looked at the ceiling in their room that gained all my interest. It had the sun and moon painted in the middle, as well as my parent's cutie marks. My dads cutie mark was a small dagger with a wing behind it. He was royal guard for most of his time and got his cutie mark for saving Celestia from a dragon attack. My mom's cutie mark is a quill with a white star attached to the back. She told me that she unraveled many forgotten theories, mostly pegasus ones.
The rest of the ceiling was covered in dragons, snakes, and other mythical beings. It's really amazing, I've examined many ceilings, but this one is the most detailed.
I was snapped out of my examination progress by the door closing. I looked at my dad to find him glaring at me. I tilted my head and gave him a confused look," What? Did I do something?" I asked, but his glare only deepened. I sat up straight and stared him dead in the eye.
My father's glare slightly faltered into a smile, but he regained his composure in a seconds notice. I guess it was about time I brought out the big guns to my father. Putting on the biggest smile, I leaned in a little closer to my fathers face. He's a pretty large stallion, larger than the average at least.
His smile faltered as I leaned in even closer. 'Okay,' I thought,'Time for some even bigger guns.' My eyes grew wide and they slowly but surely started spreading to opposite sides.
My father let out a faint snort that made my smile, somehow, grow wider. He let out a light laugh as his glare faltered into the face of somepony struggling not to laugh. And as soon as he started laughing, I exploded into laughter, as well, although stronger. I was already on the floor laughing when my dad just started to struggle at standing.
I never noticed my mother come out of the kitchen, but she was giggling compared to our outrageous laughter. My mom was also setting the table for dinner. She wasn't the best at cooking but I never payed it much mind.
A couple minutes later, the laughter died down and I could finally stand. My mom smirked at us," Okay, you two. Dinner's almost done, you have less than thirty minutes." Me and my dad nodded in sync, both wearing goofy smiles. If you couldn't tell where I got my attitude, I would think you're a blind pony. I turned towards my dad and kissed him on the cheek.
As I ran up the stairs towards my room, I yelled back to my parents," Love you! See ya at dinner!" I heard the faintest of a chuckle joined with a giggle before I entered my room and shut the door.
My mother told me that my room looked to boring to be mine. I couldn't help but agree, it's pretty empty. In my room, the ceiling had my cutie mark on it. My mark is a cloud with three balloons, one colored red, another orange, and last yellow. My bed was in the far left corner of the room, while I had a small latter that leads to the roof closer to the door, on the same side.
On the other side of the room, was a desk at the farther side of the room, on top was a couple of books about flying dynamics and wind patterns, as well as a piece of paper and pencil. At the closer side was a basket filled with trash and other things of the such. The only thing that really showed it was my room, was that the entire room was violet and on the far wall it had the words 'Rainbow', while on the other side it had 'Pie'.
I walked up to the latter and, instead of climbing, put my concentration on my wings. I took a quick glance back at the array of wing diagrams scattered throughout the wall above my desk. I smiled slightly then turned determined. I spread my wings and flapped them slowly, gaining more speed slowly as I went. As they sped up I took a light hop, hoping I would hover a few centimeters off the ground.
As I hopped, I heard something downstairs, but my mind went to slow-mo mode. I closed my eyes and prayed for the best. It took me a quite a while to realize what happened, but when I did, I wasn't as excited as most fillies and colts would be.
I opened my eyes slowly and looked down, as I didn't here hooves meet carpet. What I found scared me to the bone when I realized what was in progress.
I, Rainbow Pie, accidentally closed her eyes and concentrated for to long. I was flying at least ten feet above and away from my home. I looked at my wings and noticed they were moving, but I wasn't commanding them to do that. Glancing around, I spotted where my wings were taking me.
