The Tale of Crimson Wing: Chapter 1
It was morning, and the sun started to show in the early springtime air. It was calm, peaceful, and serenity had taken Equestria by storm in the way of quiet, resting ponies and wild animals. To most it was a time to start waking up and get to work. From a quiet town of sleeping ponies to a bustling city of thrills and grins, Ponyville was small, but it was enjoyable to walk through. Many ponies roamed around Ponyville and either talked to their friends, went to work at their jobs, or entertained their fellow piers. One pony stood out in the glistening eyes of most of the ponies in town, his dark red glow shining from his coat.
This was Crimson Wing. He is simple-minded and somewhat arrogant at times. He is intelligent and wise, but also young and misguided. And though he symbolizes a hero, he remains apart from a lot of the other ponies in town. When he walks around other ponies, he gives off this aura that is not scary, but demanding and seems to almost command respect. His stature is strong, sturdy and erect, but within his heart he is soft, caring, and generous. At times, it would seem as if he were the town guardian or detective.
As he usually does, Crimson Wing would go get a Sugarplum Delight from the trade pony Sugar Sweet Dumpling. She was mild mannered, and carried a gentle smile with her cart of treats, happily giving ponies a sample or a batch of goodies for the right price. She stood inches shorter than Crimson, who stood 5' 9, and with her light pink fur and light blue mane and tail, swayed from customer to customer, selling her products for a living.
"Hey Sugar!" Crimson yelled in a low bass tone. "How about a few of those incredible treats for me, huh?"
She was only happy to reply "Sure thing, sweetie! You want a dozen?"
Crimson walked up to her and smiled. "Yup, here you go!" As he tossed a few bits her way.
She met the coins with an open bag and caught them in her coin purse. She grabbed a batch of Sugarplum Delights from her cart and tossed them his way. Crimson took his wings and flapped, and twirled as he caught them from flying through the air. He landed and she stomped on the ground in applause at his tricks in the air.
"Nice one." Sugar Said in excitement. "Thanks." He replied, smiling as he went on his way toward his home outside of town.
He lived in an old fort that ponies from way back in Equestria's time used. It looked rustic and old, but it still maintained its integrity to this day. Once inside by flying in to avoid dropping down the drawbridge for defensive reasons, landing into his library, had settled down into a good book, one of many in his vast library.
One pony had an interesting aura around him. As he walked into town, some ponies started to scowl and hiss at him. He of course was-
"Beakers! Why do you come here anyway?" A pony among the angry peanut gallery said. Beaker's was a "retired" Scientist and teacher at the University of Science.
"Take that dumb grey coat of yours and get out of here!" one pony yelled
"We don't want to see you and your ugly lime green mane here." Another scoffed at him.
Yes, the ponies really did not like him at all. He was retired from, well, more so forcibly ejected from his throne as a professor at the collage after an "accident" involving him and some chemicals.
"You're mad they said" he smirked, ignoring insults from the ponies.
"You could have hurt some pony, they said." He continues to ramble as he walked to a general store, asking for his usual items at the store.
"I will require some more chemistry sets and some" he giggled "beakers." The merchant just snickered, grab some of the materials asked for and put them on the table in between them.
"20 bits, sir." The merchant pony said, with a sneer on her face.
That was his usual routine. Insults, thrown food and saliva, and occasional barks with some added bite. He was not the loved pony in town, in so much that not even Fluttershy couldn't like him after what he had been up to.
"You ponies think way too drastically. If only you could understand what kind of breakthrough I'm trying to find here." He said to himself, closing in on a dark hued castle with a 10 foot high steel door.
"To think" he paused for a moment "Chemically engineering a portal into another dimension, or a different universe!" He exclaimed to himself out loud as he entered the halls of his home.
That is the average day for most ponies in Ponyville. Though Beakers never really visits Ponyville too much, he does occasionally gather supplies to keep himself occupied.
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