Thrylos

((A Continuation of the first chapter of No Lands End I may turn this thing into a fan fic, I'm so glad my idea has gone so far!))

I'm glad Crescent actually ASKED me to join him. This plot seems wonderful, and I'd love to join.

Dark Bolt laughed coldly. "Your not much of a pegaus, are you." The alicorn smirked at the cloaked pony.

Dark Bolt smirked. "Fine with me." Fluttering down, Dark Bolt slithered into the alleyway, out of sight. "You really want to know my secret?"

Ink Soul listened as Spirit spoke to her, then turned quickly to Gray. "Oh, this?" Slowly, Ink levitated it out. "I would love to read it..." As Ink watched Gray, he had a bad feeling for why the light had faded in his eyes, and started to count the few bits he had.

The work got hard and frustrating, not that Dusk Sky had tired. It was the nicey-nice attitude to even the bossiest ponies that was required that drove the earth pony insane. Turning this way and that, Dusk had just barely escaped a fight with one of the costumers. Thinking it would never end, Dusk prepared for it to go on until closing...but turned to see the crowds filtering out. Grabbing the random entering pony, it was pretty much empty. Smiling a little, Dusk Sky felt the navy stripe in her hair, and combed it down to its silky norm. Then, sitting herself down next to Stormsong, Dusk sighed, and offered Stormsong a sunset yellow hoof to shake. "Sorry for pulling a rush in. Let me introduce myself." Dusk Sky began. "I'm Dusk Sky, captain of the airship, Star Wing."

Dark Bolt turned to a sound and had only a second to think. If he hit the rock or if it hit him, it might just make his concealment spell wobble give for a few seconds-not good. If he used magic, then it would be even more obvious. But already he reacted, using a spell just long enough to slow it enough to make it drop right before hitting. Getting angrily to his hooves, the striped black alicorn(disguised as a small, pegasus with Pinkie-style purple and pink mane) growled at Draco. "I guess your just as curious and suspicious as I am." Dark Bolt wiped the edge of his mouth with his hoof and set it back down. "You want a mystery? Come get it!" Dark shot up over the streets and laughed. "I dare you."

Slowly, the foggy rainbow on his vision cleared slowly, and the pegasus heard only the ending of Crescent Blaze's words "You are okay, aren't you sir?" Hops slowly got to his hooves and saw Fleetfoot upset expression. The older pegasus sighed and cheerily layed a wing on her back. "I'm fine, sweety. Don't get angry at yourself." Hops patted her on the back, then the beer brown pegasus brought his wing back to his pelt and grinned lightly. "I'm sorry for complicating both of your days. I was just hoping for a nice vacation..." He shrugged, but inside Hops was deeply annoyed with himself.

Ink Soul turned from the wind whipping across he face and throwing his silver mane about, and the young stallion looked at the pony in surprise. "Well, I guess you could say that..." Not being used to being social like this, Ink Soul didn't know how to react. Look the gray unicorn in front of him up and down, Ink turned back to the wind. "There are lots of wonderful things you don't see when your sitting about your house making your life dream live on..."

((Okay, okay! )) Dark went around the corner to see the pony had gone...poof! But, being the sly alicorn he was, looked about. The pony couldn't have gone that fast unless he had teleported...or flew up. Though his thoughts were on magic, what sort of pony hid they were a unicorn? Being a unicorn meant royalty...mostly lords, after the alicorns. The two alicorn leaders were Astria and Maximus, both powerful, wise, and...most importantly...his own parents. His way of going for more evil ways. But the concealment spell he now used kept him under cover. The hidden pony couldn't be an earth pony, unless their big, burly peasant workhorse life had made the pony the speed of lightning. That left only flight...but why hide wings. Dark Bolt sat down, contemplating and looking at himself. Only ponies affected by concealment could see his true form...a tall, lithe, black striped pony with big feathery wings and a broken horn protruding from his dark purple and blue hair.

Whitetail Woods...calm, quiet, and mysterious...the perfect place for stress relief, and even as a cousin to Everfree, this wood held a much more peaceful feel within. The dawning light hit the late spring petals falling of the blooms, filling the air with a rainbow rain of glowing blossoms. Peryton lay within this twinkling forest, heads bent the grasses and plants beneath the trees, tranquil but still watchful. A cracking sound reached the winged deer, who turned their heads and stayed alert. Knowing the danger was gone after a long wait, the went back to nibbling, but being watchful slowly moved on to the next feeding ground. This was where a young writer went on his own, tired from his works in the cafe and his writing career...all he wanted right now was a rest in the wilderness, with no bothers, just himself. Using some of the money he had left, the black unicorn levitated some clothes, a notepad incase his writing nature made him antsy, onto the airship and hopped on, riding down to a small group of lodges near Whitetail Woods... Ink Soul was the unicorn's name...stepping into the ship, he looked about the small ship, led by the infamous Captain Dusk, an old mare who was experienced in such things, and Ink sighed at the instant blast of clear mountain air out on the unprotected deck of the ship. putting his stuff down below, the unicorn set himself looking out from the side of the ship's deck, on the glorious day ahead...

Thrylos thought about it for a second, then her eyes lit. "You guys! I know all of those names from the forums too, SilverSwirl!" The teal pegasus filly twirled about and flew a little into the air before her wings shuttered, and her nerves got the better as she set her hooves back on the ground, teeth rattling a bit. "Umm...best I not fly until I know how to..." Thrylos looked about the group, and instantly knew the names now.

Ink Soul could see the light fade in Gray's eyes. Sighing, he followed Spirit and looked at the books. Both he had never seen, but they weren't...intriguing...that was when the unicorn dropped the books, and Ink Soul bent down and picked them up with his own magic, then helped Spirit of the ground. Putting the books away, Ink smiled a little at the filly. "Are you okay?" He inquired, while peeking at the books on the shelf of "choice selections". Though rare, some Ink Soul had read, and others didn't make any sense to read for his wishes. There was one, though...pulling it out, he dusted it of and looked at the first page. Deciding this was the one, Ink Soul pulled it out and placed it in his book bag.

Hops felt the weight of a pegasus crashing into him, and cringed. I shouldn't have thought this trip would be peaceful! I should have gone to Whitetail Woods and Solstice Heights! The brown pegasus's vision dim, then a voice pushed him awake, only to be blocked by his green hair in his eyes. Another pegasus must of come, because another voice popped up. "Ugh..." Slowly, Hops got to his feet and rubbed his head with his hoofs. "Yeah, I'll be fine..." Hops tried to put on his normal, cheerful, smile, but it was hard as the throbbing pain filled his eyes with rainbows that distorted everything.

Dusk smiled a bit and leaped on the job. Walking around, she warmly greeted customers and went of to get their orders complete. Walking down towards another table, she looked closer at Gearly and held back a soft squee. I can talk when we're done. With that, Dusk went to work...

Ink Soul trotted along after them, looking about at the birds and the sky, the mountain tops and the roads. No bother coming up with ideas...this was its own sort of story, being written out in the path they took. Hearing Dagger's questions, the stallion looked up and put his notebook away and placing it back in his vest pocket. "Ah, yes. I have had at least a couple published, though they never really took of. The feeling of finishing even a small poem gives you this feeling of accomplishment, so some of the stories I have written never were published, but I always keep them hidden away in my dad's cafe." Then, Ink's attention was grabbed by a small pebble in the dust, and picked it up with his horn. Dusting it of, the pebble shimmered in the light, a small, crystalline emerald glow. Tucking it away, he hurried back over. "Sorry, I have an eye for things, so I couldn't resist..."