Tales from Cavalla: The Beginning

by Rare80

When the three tribes of ponies discovered Harmony, they left to a new land and called it Equestria, right? Wrong. Not all ponies moved to Equestria and live in harmony. What about the world they left behind? What's life like without harmony? This is the first of many stories I hope to bring from Cavalla. It's a world where danger, tragedy, and triumph are around every corner.

2. Chapter 2

"How far are we from Ft. Gary, George?" asked Muggsy. "Well, if we were to drive straight north right now, we'd end up in the far west side of Riversdale." said the driver. Jamie breathed a loud sigh. They were more than half way there. The jazz music faded out and a bulletin went out over the radio. "PRESIDENT HOOF PLANS TO TRAVEL TO INDEPENDANCE TOMORROW. HE WILL ADDRESS THE PUBLIC ABOUT THE CRIME RATE, FOREIGN POLICY AND OTHER PRESSING ISSUES. IN OTHER NEWS, THE CAVALLIAN BUREAU OF INTELLEGENCE IS ISSUING RAISE ON THE BOUNTY OF FAMOUS CRIMINAL MASTERMIND, AL MALONE. THE CASH REWARD ON HIS CAPTURE HAS BEEN RAISED FROM 3,000 BUCKS TO 5,000 BUCKS. IF YOU KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THE WHEREABOUTS OF AL MALONE, CONTACT YOUR LOCAL AUTHORITIES IMMEDIATELY!" There was a slight pause, and a calmer voice said: "Keep your radio dial locked here to the station that plays all your favorite hits. Broadcasting through Lakeshore, Riversdale, Brewer Bay, Ft. Gary, Iota Springs, Bison Creek, Otisville, Daytonsville, Waynesville, Grainsdale and all of Cavalla's Central District, radio KOMQ 580 AM" The radio then ended the bulletin, and went back to playing music. A softer jazz tune played.

"I hate this song." Malone complained. He took another puff from his cigar, and then abruptly shut the radio off. Jamie was little more uneasy now. The radio had kept him a little calm, and it was a lot better than just sitting in utter silence.

After sitting in the quiet van for a few minutes, something caught Jamie's ear. It sounding like another car was plowing through muddy trails of the forest as well. Jamie shut his eyes tightly, hoping that he was just imagining things. Maybe he was going crazy. The sound seemed like it was getting closer. Before he knew it, a car was following them out in the distance. "Alright boys, get your guns out." Malone said calmly. Malone may have been calm, but Jamie wasn't. Malone climbed into the back and brought his giant Vickers Machine Gun with him. Muggsy got out a rifle, and George had a revolver. Jamie didn't have a weapon. "Get the new kid to da front seat, Muggsy." ordered Malone. "Okay, boss." and with that, Muggsy picked up the frightened Jamie and threw him into the passenger seat of the van. Suddenly, a siren sounded. Red lights illuminated the back of the van. "It's the cops!" Muggsy exclaimed. "Y'know, I'd be lyin' if I told you dat I hoped dat dey wouldn't show up." A big grin appeared on Malone's face. "It's time to show dem what we're made of."

"Alright coppers!" Malone yelled, "Tonight you'll see why you don't mess wit Al Malone!" he then opened fire. RATA-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT! Jamie hid under the seat, and covered his head with his hooves. The sound of tires screeching and bullets flying filled the air. Jamie sat there, shaking in total fear. Jamie was sure that he was going to die, or get arrested if he didn't do something quickly. But what? Jamie decided to try his fortune. He opened the passenger side door, and jumped out of the van. He tucked and rolled and braced for impact.

He hit the ground with a big thud. The crack of thunder followed shortly afterwards. Jamie rolled into a ditch. He got back up on his hooves, and noticed that one of the cops had jumped out of his car. The cop leaped in his direction. Jamie took off, and galloped in the opposite direction. "Hey, You! Get back here!" the cop yelled at him. Jamie just kept on running. He galloped the hardest he could. The two kept on chasing after each other for a couple of minutes, dodging trees along the way. It was just when Jamie came on another road when felt something grab him and pull him to the ground. The cop had tackled him, and he had Jamie pinned to the muddy road. Jamie tried to weasel his way out. "Stop squirming!" the cop yelled. "I ain't going to jail!" Jamie exclaimed. "You should have thought of that before you started hanging around those buddies of yours." the cop snapped. Jamie looked down at the police officer's uniform. He had a name tag that read 'CASSIDY'. "Please, Mister Cassidy, let me go!" I never wanted in on any of this in the first place. I didn't mean to..." Jamie stopped his pleading. There has a rusting noise of into the distance, and then a loud roar, then a bright light pierced the darkness of the forest. It was Malone's van. It had managed to evade the cop car, but it was still coming quickly down the road.

The cop got off of Jamie, and ran to safety in the form of a nearby ditch. Jamie got up on all fours, but when he got a look of the van he stopped. Jamie couldn't move. He couldn't even think. He just stood there, his eyes fixed on the oncoming van. Suddenly, he felt a strong push from his side. He landed on the other side of the road, on his back, in a ditch. He was face to face with the cop who was lying on his belly on the far side of the road. He had realized that the cop has pushed him out of harms way, and was going to thank him. But then, the cop lets out a loud yell. The loudest yell Jamie had ever heard. He got up out of the ditch and noticed that Malone had run over one of the officer's hind legs. It had been mangled up really badly. The cop just lied there, shivering, and in immense pain. The tires of the van screeched, and came to a halt. "Kill dat cop!" yelled Malone. Muggsy loaded a revolver. Jamie stood in front of the injured officer, on his hind legs, front legs out to his sides. Jamie had a stern look on his face. Lighting struck a tree nearby. The storm was coming closer. "He's standing in front of the cop, boss. Now what do we do?" Muggsy asked Malone. He replied: "Ice 'em both."

POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! The cold of the wind and of the night was replaced with the intense heat of bullets piercing through his skin and burning his chest. He fell to his side. He heard the doors of the van shut, and then heard it drive away. Jamie lied there motionless. The pain was unbearable. He wanted to yell, but couldn't. All he could manage was a weak moan. He felt a drop of rain hit his ear. It then, proceeded to rain. The drop of water was soaking the already wet ground. Jamie felt a couple of drops of water. Then, he felt... nothing. His whole body was numb. He noticed he was bleeding out of his mouth, but he couldn't feel any of it. It was raining pretty hard; he could see it coming down. He laid there in utter hopelessness, wondering if he was going to die here. Then an overwhelming cold swept through his body, from his hooves to his ears. He felt like he had been shoved into a freezer. The longer the lied there the colder he got. His vision became blurred. He couldn't think straight anymore. He couldn't move. He couldn't breathe. He was gasping for air. Breathing heavier and heavier, but getting less and less air each time. Jamie wanted to give in. It had begun to overwhelm him. Just let it go, he thought. It's okay just let it go. Jamie took a big gasp of air, and then he closed his eyes. The sounds of the rain faded away to silence. Then it all went black.