Sherlock Holmes and the Elements of Discord Part 1

"Holmes, I should have known you would interrupt my plans, though I thought my assailant had detained you in the least." Moriarty growled.

"Actually, he was rather quick to be dispatched," Holmes responded, sounding cheerful.

"Perhaps this isn't the best time for gloating Holmes. I am still fairly blind from that flash, and I seem to be unable to feel my digits" Watson interjected.

"Now that you mention it, I agree, my fingers and toes are completely numb." Holmes replied.

Moriarty struggled to stand up, and, while managing to balance for several seconds, quickly toppled over when he attempted to step forward.

"Curse it, I am unable to walk forward." Moriarty growled.

"I believe I am regaining some eyesight," Holmes stated. As he looked around, he saw an empty field, full of roughly knee high grass, of a thick gold color. Returning his gaze to where his two acquaintances were, he only saw two stylized horses. Rubbing his eyes to clear his vision, he still saw the same, and, as he pulled his hands down, he shot one quick look at them, and realized they were instead, hooves.

"Interesting," Holmes mused, "and very peculiar."

"What is it Holmes?" Watson asked, still blinded by the flash, not recovering as quickly as Holmes.

"Either Mrs. Hudson tampered with my tea this morning, a decision that will cost her a job, or we appear to be horses, or rather, ponies, I feel is the appropriate term, though I do not know why," Holmes responded, " Watson, you appear to be a normal pony, with a mark on your flank of a sword crossed against a syringe, and Moriarty, you appear to be a Pegasus with a mark of a knife through a graduation cap on yours. I feel as though I have also become a pony, though I believe I am of a different type of pony than you two. No matter what has happened, in all likelihood, we have simply undergone a supernatural transformation that one would hope will end soon and simply have been teleported somewhere on Earth."

"The jewel, what happened to it? If this transformation is permanent, I will determine the hardness of my new hooves against your skull!" Moriarty barked.

"It appears to have disappeared, as quickly as it sent us here, and arguing doesn't become you, Moriarty" Holmes stated.

"I seem to be getting sight back now, and, it appears you are correct Holmes. As much as I hate to admit it, the odds of both of us having the same hallucination is incredibly minimal, so for the moment, I suppose we should assume this is real. I am a pony, as are you, though you seem to be a unicorn, and the mark on your flank is a beaker filled with green liquid crossed with a magnifying glass," Watson remarked, " I feel we should stay together and figure this out, we were the best minds in London, if we put our heads together we should be able to figure out a way back, as much as I dislike working with you, James."

"As if I would work with you two for as long as it takes to purchase a pocket watch," Moriarty spat. As he had regained his sight by that point, he took it upon himself to fly away, admittedly weakly, though rather quickly, almost colliding with a sky blue Pegasus pony along the way and almost falling out of the sky at that point.

Rainbow Dash wasn't used to going out this far on a weather run, but a pony from the next town over had injured a wing and was out of commission for the time being, so, because everypony else in that town's weather brigade was busy with other jobs at that time, she had to go and retrieve rainclouds for the field. As the day was not turning out to be exciting so far, she decided to incorporate tricks into today's job to keep her practicing up, as this would cut majorly into her other practice time. Even though she had already saved, met, hung out with, met again, and hung out with again, the Wonderbolts, she didn't feel her flying was up to the task yet to join them, so she would really need to step her game up. As she was pulling off a particularly large barrel roll loop, a nearly pitch dark pony whom she had never seen before almost crashed into her.

"Hey, watch where you're going, jerk!" She spat at the unknown character, who just flew off without so much as a word.

"Well, that was rude of him," She thought to herself, "He could have at least said sorry. Sweet, there are the clouds I was supposed to use for this rainstorm." As she gathered the clouds together, she noticed two ponies having a conversation on the ground. "Weird, I can understand one pony being out here, but this area is pretty remote, and having 3 unknown ponies out here? I don't have time to talk to them and trigger this rainstorm right now, unless... Right, I have this rainstorm timer device Twilight made for me, I can set it to trigger the storm for when it needs to go off, and I can figure out why those ponies are here. I am so awesome!" Attaching the device to the cloud, and setting the timer, Rainbow Dash quickly descended to talk to the strange ponies

"Well, I can understand him being reluctant to work with us in London, but I really thought that getting home would be more important than having to work with us," Watson said.

"Ah well, if you will pardon the expression, you can lead a horse to water, but you can not make him drink. If James can figure out his own way back, independent from us, I commend him, however, we should focus our own efforts. Also, why are you not going out of your mind yet, Watson?" Holmes retorted.

"I see two possibilities: either this is real, and I should try to get back as fast as possible, or it isn't, and nothing I can do will change that. I will admit, I am on edge, but it seems silly to worry on it," Watson responded, sounding very sure when the previously seen Pegasus called down to them.

"Hey there, who are you? And why are you all the way out here in Golden Grass Fields?" Rainbow Dash asked quickly, " My name is Rainbow Dash, and you are?"

"I am Sherlock Holmes, and this is Dr. John Watson, if you would excuse me, I must review some facts," Holmes replied. Closing his eyes, the enigmatic detective went to work figuring out what was going on. In his mind, pictures of what were the facts appeared in front of him, moving freely. Talking between the parts of his mind, Holmes set out to determine exactly what was going on.

"Firstly, it is unlikely that anything before Moriarty entering the chamber was not real, so I can take those accounts as definite," He thought to himself while moving a stack of images into a pile. "Secondly, I must review any and all actions of the preceding day to determine if any substances that would react badly to my seventeen percent solution," He again thought, shuffling through many pictures, reviewing them and discarding any unneeded scraps of information. He lingered on the tea he had earlier in the day, attempting to recall its exact texture, the exact flavor, and compared it to previous teas made from the same leaves. Once he was sure all was as it should be with that, he sped through the rest of the images, discarding all he reviewed as unneeded. "Thirdly, review the fight at the museum, in much greater detail," He finally thought, having finished reviewing the events of the day. Each millisecond of the debacle at the museum was looked at, a much smaller frame of reference than any other normal person would be able to dissect. He finally reached the part of the fight where he had shot at Moriarty, and spent what seemed like several minutes on them, noting each nanosecond. "Review of events complete. Four possibilities from beginning of review, one eliminated completely, leaving 3 likely scenarios. First, and eliminated possibility: Drugs causing hallucinations from earlier in day, ruled out by merit of no logical point of entry by anyone with motive, as all items ingested, the only way it would be this slow acting, were prepared either by Mrs. Hudson or myself. Second and most likely: Moriarty employed a gaseous attack, rendering me unconscious in a state of lucid dreaming, recommended protocol if true, simply go through as normal, though hope Moriarty does not take the opportunity to dispatch me. Third: Un-dispatched thug struck head from behind causing subdural bleed, unlikely due to no pain felt at any point during fight, though still possible if bleed caused short term amnesia, likely due to white flash seen, recommended protocol if true, again, simply go through as normal, though hope someone in London finds body and gives medical care. Fourth possibility, and least likely, somehow, the jewel not only can travel dimensions, but send people and transform them into equines, Incredibly unlikely, due to no records of magic existing, however, a good detective must not disregard possibilities, recommended procedure, attempt to find way to return to London, posthaste."

"How do you do, Ms. Dash?" Watson said politely.

"Listen, I just triggered a big rainstorm that is about to go off, so if you two don't want to get wet, you should come back with me to Ponyville," Rainbow Dash said. "Uh, is he okay?" Rainbow Dash asked, looking over at Holmes, who had been silent since he had closed his eyes, and was showing no signs of snapping out of it.

"He is merely lost in thought, no doubt attempting to unravel the mystery of how we managed to find ourselves here. I admit, I would also be attempting such a feat, but I am not as good at such things as Holmes is, and so, until extreme facts come up, leading me to believe this is not real, I will assume it is all real. It is slightly better than going insane attempting to unravel this mystery, though, if this is not real, I hope my body in London is well cared for." As soon as Watson finished saying that, Holmes' eyes snapped open.

"Excellent, I have reviewed all possibilities. Ms. Dash, is there a settlement nearby?"

"Wow, you guys must really not be from around here. We are about half way between Ponyville and Hoofington. It is a long run, but if you don't mind it, we should head off now. A big storm is about to hit."

"So it is. Please lead the way, Ms. Dash," Watson asked, politely, noting the growing winds and lightning.

The three ponies headed back to Ponyville as fast as their hooves would carry them.

"So you guys don't know how you got here?" Rainbow Dash asked the two detectives, back at Rarity's Carousel Boutique, after the requisite Pinky Pie Party, of course

"That is correct, Ms. Dash, though I was able to deduce some things. We were in a museum, having been hired by our police force to protect a purple jewel, shaped rather like a jagged diamond. After the man we were hired to protect it from, Professor James Moriarty, entered to steal it, we readied ourselves to silently take out his guardsmen. Sadly, one jerked at the last second, preventing us from completing our task in stealth, though we were still successful. Noting how close Moriarty was to his quarry, I drew my gun and fired. The unfortunate thing about the Professor is he has the reflexes of a tiger, which tends to interfere with arresting him. As I was afraid to discover, he used the jewel to deflect the bullet, and after the sparks ricocheted off, it began glowing. As he had no escape options at that time, Watson and I were able to tackle the Professor to the ground, though the jewel was glowing rather brightly at that time. After that, a white flash enveloped us, and we awoke in Golden Grass Field," Holmes explained

"Wait, you said the jewel looked like a purple jagged diamond, and started glowing after a spark from a bullet hitting it dissipated, right?" Rainbow asked.

"Correct, Ms. Dash," Watson stated.

"I think you two encountered the sixth Element of Harmony, the Element of Magic!" Rainbow Dash exclaimed.

"Why, that is simply preposterous, why would the Element of Magic be in their world? And how are we even certain they are telling the truth about this other world? For all we know they could simply be incredibly adept at lying," Rarity asked, irritated.

"Well duh, where else would it be, and why else would we always need to summon it with a spark of magic every time? And why doesn't it make sense they came from another world? With all the magic going everywhere, I wouldn't be surprised if they were telling the truth!" Pinkie Pie asked energetically.

"Well darling, if you are right, it should be rather simple to send them back to, London was the name? Such an odd name for a town, but, oh well, to each their own," Rarity mused.

"I say we go after the Elements of Harmony again. How hard can it be? After that, we should be able to get these guys home faster than Pinkie Pie can throw a party! Not that I don't enjoy your company, but you kind of need to get back to your own world, right?" Rainbow Dash asked.

"Wait, why should we go after the Elements again so soon? Surely these handsome stallions could stay in our... presence, at least for a while?" Rarity asked lavishly.

"As much as I would love to stay here, we are needed back in London. Holmes here is the greatest detective the city knows, and without him, it is likely some great villain will rise that the police are powerless to defeat," Watson responded.

"I suppose you are right, work does come first. We set off as soon as we determine where the first Element is, and work from there. I will do my best to modify my finding spell to determine where they would be, it should take little more than a day past the packing," Rarity said, reluctantly.

"I thank all of you for your assistance in this endeavor, I only wish we could repay all of you," Holmes said, gratefully.

"So, this world is real after all, and Holmes has gained new allies, and is searching for somethings called The Elements of Harmony. No matter, I will find my own allies and defeat him here, where he will not be mourned, then I, Moriarty, will be able to return to London and rule the streets undisturbed." Moriarty schemed from outside the window. He then turned to leave. As he was leaving, an eye appeared in the window, widening for a split second before narrowing.

"Twilight asked Princess Celestia if the Elements were still around after Nightmare Moon had destroyed them, and as it turns out, they were scattered all over Equestria, as a safeguard. I say everypony takes a day to prepare for the journey, and then we can find a spell to locate them. Unfortunately, Twilight, Fluttershy, and Applejack are out at different places, so we won't have their help until we meet up with them, and, if I am right, we should need to run into them at some points," Rainbow Dash said.

"It was really fun going after the Elements of Harmony last time! I just hope it will be that fun again!" Pinkie interjected excitedly

"Um, Pinkie, you do realize the reason our last time was so fun was because Nightmare Moon was trying to kill us the entire time, right? Um, Mr. Holmes, why are you looking out that window?" Rainbow Dash said, perplexed.

"The game is A-hoof," Was the only explanation Holmes gave.

On the outskirts of town, in a dull, grey, knotty tree ridden landscape, the same pitch dark pony was trotting, confident nopony would stop him along his way, and while he was technically correct, a group of three canines appeared from the trees and quickly surrounded him.

"Quickly, give us your jewels and we may spare your life!" The leader of the Diamond Dogs demanded.

"You may spare my life? No, I believe it is rather the opposite. I require allies against my nemesis, Sherlock Holmes, who seems to have already found some in the form of nearby ponies, and if you do not relinquish your services to me, I will just as quickly find new allies, possibly using the meat from your bones as payment," Moriarty replied curtly.

"Wait, your neme... neme... enemy found pony allies? Can you remember what the ponies looked like? Their types?" The tallest Dog asked.

"I pride myself in my memory, of course I can. One was a blue Pegasus with a rainbow mane and a rainbow lightning bolt mark on her flank, the second was a pink Pony with three balloons, and the third was a white Unicorn with three diamonds." Moriarty responded, dryly.

"The dreaded Ms. Rarity!" The leader and shortest exclaimed with the tallest coming a few seconds after. "We offer you our humble servitude, Mr..." the Dogs said again, this time actually in unison.

"Please simply refer to me as the Professor, if you would. And your names are?" Moriarty said, taking charge of the imbeciles.

"I am Jareth, the one most interested in jewels," the leader said.

"I am Gobrock, I am the strategist and thinker," the shortest one said.

"Uh, oh, my turn, and I am Sadstone, the uh, right, the strong one!" the tallest one said.

"The Diamond Dogs are yours to command, Professor!" The dogs recited in unison.

"Excellent, now to track Holmes' progress. Once we know his direction, we should be able to easily over take him. I will escape this wretched world, while Holmes is left here to rot! Muahahahaha!" Moriarty laughed, with the Diamond Dogs joining in after some hesitation.

END PART 1

Prologue Chapter 2

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