The night was cold and dark, but the traveling Pegasus hardly cared. Her midnight blue fur and pristine white mane blended into the snowy night, the fields rolling gently. Her breath was visible in the night's chill, the guards behind her shouting and panting to stop. She wouldn't, they all knew it, but she found it humorous that they assumed she was an Earth pony and didn't want the joke to end. Besides, the bag around her neck would probably slip if she flew too soon.
Finally, the young mare's legs ached, and she spread her wings and stopped caring about the bag. She took off with a powerful flap, soaring away and hiding in some of the snow clouds. She watched with baited breath from the clouds, her emerald eyes narrowed. The guards cursed to Celestia, searching for her. There were only three guards, none of which were Pegasi, so she was sure the clouds were her safest bet.
Turning, the Pegasus stared up at the moon, ignoring the guards beneath her. She stretched her wings, which were aching from her starting to fly to fast. She had never been very good at flying without stretching first. Flight school had killed her.
The Pegasus was surprised to find the bag still around her neck. Inside was an egg, a dark black egg with red spots. It was strange, but valuable, especially when it hatched out the rarest bird of all. The Black Phoenix. A bird that, instead of being representing of the sun, reminded ponies more of the moon. Anyone who had their hooves on this egg was destined to be rich, at least until it hatched.
She almost fell through the cloud when the egg cracked in the bag.