Oh the roads. Some use them to travel, others for adventure, even others who look for trouble. Roads were never ending, as well as the list of their uses. Some of these are light, such as helping weary travelers, others… well others can be very dark.
A young looking pony cloaked in a dark green cloak looked down upon the road before him. His stomach growled of hunger, he could not even remember the last time he ate. During the still of night he could hear hove steps on the main road below. Just one set, I can't believe my luck he though to himself as his green eyes looked down at the pony that came into view. I told you the roads would prove fruitful. A voice in his head said. It had been with him for months, instructing him and teaching him about life as an exile. The pony was an orange coated one and was strolling down the road towards the town nearby. She was whistling and more importantly, carrying a basket. Bingo! He though to himself as he tensed up and waited. Just get the goods, last thing you need are cops looking for you in these woods. He thought as he aimed well and leaped.
The pony below heard the rustle and her head shot up, only to see a sprawling pony above. WHACK! She was on her stomach in the middle of the road, dazed and watching a dark colt make off with the contents of the basket, just the contents. The basket was still next to her, but the apples seemed to be in the saddleback of the running pony. She got up to her feet and chased after the pony. Sure the apples aren't worth much, but no one jumped Apple Jack and got away with it, no one.
The colt had quite the head start, but soon heard applejack catching up to him. Damn, she is faster than I thought he thought as a crazed idea to loose her. He veered left into the woods that had been his home since his exile… all that time before. He weaved, dodges, jumped, and dove through the woods attempting to loose his chaser. No avail, his path didn't loose her, but closed the gap; he only had one logical option. When he ran into the next clearing he started his crazed plan. He spread his wings and felt the air lift him up out of the forest. He loved flying, but he was always afraid of being spotted. He flew up into the night clouds as he saw an orange ant charge into the clearing that he had just been, looking right up at him.
He headed to the nearby mountain, a lonely thing like himself. "This is only the beginning, isn't it?" he asked the air. He found a small cave opening and flew into its darkness. When he landed, he surveyed the area surroundings of the mountain. For some reason he looked east into a valley, looking pitch-black the dead of night. He spotted the faint lights, turning on one by one, of a town deep in the valley by a small river.
He retreated to darkness and started getting supplies for a small fire. He curled up close to it and enjoyed two of the dozen apples from his pack.