The moon slowly slipped behind the clouds as a lone Pegasus flew across the sky, accompanied only by a large bat. Both beat their wings in time, both of their slightly larger than normal wings carrying them majestically through the air. The starry sky twinkled happily as the pair flew high above the clouds, the moons bright light trying hard to peek out. The bat swoops around the Pegasus and finally flies into a pocket of air not so buffeted by slipstream, even though the pair were not traveling very fast at all. The bat clung the bit of rope weaved through the black cloak, which covered most of the pony's body. Only the mouth, the eyes, very heavy and rugged looking black boots, and a bit of dark blue mane and tail. Well, not really eyes; the Pegasus looked back, dark silver rimmed goggles encasing a pair of dark green optics reflected the night sky. The bat gave off an almost cute squeak, but the Pegasus knew better than to bust out 'awwww's and the big eyes. The brown eyes were half closed as if focusing on something, the dark brown fur of the bat was ruffling in the wind. The bat nodded as if to say something. The pair returned to focusing head; many miles left in their journey. It wasn't long before their somewhat downward decent leveled out, a vast forest blanketed out beneath them.
Suddenly, a cry came from no where. The Pegasus and the bat snapped their heads up to identify where the threat came from, but it was already too late. Dark figures slammed into the Pegasus and the bat. Attacks came from the darkness, and all there was to do was to curl up and hope they didn't hit anywhere too hard. The pair lashed out as they spun through the air, never hitting anything more than phantoms in their head. The ground was coming up fast and there was no recovery. The last things to past through the Pegasus's mind was that his package that he had to deliver was gone, and that the bat wasn't holding on.
-Almost a week later-
Spike the dragon looked around the desolate surroundings, checking for any signs of movement. Seeing nothing, he crouched slightly, emptying the massive load of gems in his arms into a wooden red wagon. He eyed the different colors and shapes hungrily, searching for the perfect one to snack on. Finally, a white one with a hint of orange caught his eye.
"Ohhh," Spike said, trying not to shake with anticipation. "You look so good!" He rubbed the diamond shaped gem against his cheek like one would with a lover, then opened his mouth wide.
"Spike!" Somepony called. Spike's eyes opened in shock; the purple and green dragon quickly shoved the gem down his throat, hoping it didn't look like he didn't just scarf the biggest diamond ever…
"Spike!" Spike jumped and fell over. He rolled over to find Rarity staring down at him. Her gentle sweeping curls from her mane gently brushed his cheek. It normally would have been a moment where Spike would turn into a puddle of mushy goodness, but the white pony's stare kept him riveted to the spot.
"I really hope you didn't eat any of these," she said, motioning over the the pile of gems.
"Oh no, I never would!" Spike said hurriedly, putting up his hands and waving them as if to ward her off. He was cut off as he clapped his hands over his mouth. He felt like he was going to burst.
"Oh my goodness! Spike are you ok?" Rarity's skeptical look changed to concern faster than a speeding Pinkie Pie. Spike's eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he knew he couldn't hold it much longer. Rarity leaned closer trying to discern what was wrong.
"!" Spike belched, very loud and noisily. Rarity jumped back quickly, but not fast enough.
"Spike! Why you…" No words came to the pony as the smell of dragon breath threatened to do her in. Spike relaxed guiltily, but he felt relieved he hadn't exploded. He looked over at Rarity who seemed to be very frustrated, but finally sighed heavily. She forced a smile. "I guess I have been working you rather hard," she finally said. She knocked a couple gems off the wagon with her hoof.
Spike jumped up as if prodded with a horn, and began to chow down on the fallen jewels. A "Tsphanxs Raruty" could be heard as he chewed. Rarity chuckled to herself, and headed further onto the plains.
"Now I must find a replacement for that diamond," she thought out loud, the idea for her latest dress clearly in her mind. Her horn glowed as he used her gem-find spell, looking this way and that. Jewels here, gems there, but no diamonds. Certainly not in the size she needed. She was determined to find this diamond, even if it took her all day.
"Hmm?" After a few hours of searching, she was convinced she had gone outside the realm of the gem field. However, a small little cluster caught her eye. In a little circle, a ruby and a sapphire surrounded a very small black gem. It was odd, as if it was put there like that. She cocked her head, noticing the dirt above seemed freshly turned, and a pony sized hole a good five feet away.
"Spike, be a good dragon and check this one please?" Rarity said, pointing at the spot where the odd set of gems lay. Spike saluted seriously, and began to dig. It was not long before spike called up from the shallow hole.
"Uh, Rarity?" Spike asked. Rarity looked in and almost feinted dead away. Spike looked at her worriedly as he pointed at the gems, which were a clasp to a black cloak. A black cloak which one unconscious Pegasus wore.
There we go, Ch.1! Finally posted my first ever fan fiction. Yes I am a Brony, Please no hatin'. Till next time.