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Chapter‭ ‬4

"‬So‭ ‬you‭'‬re‭ ‬sure‭ ‬this‭ ‬will‭ ‬work‭?" ‬Daring-Do‭ ‬yelled‭ ‬over‭ ‬the‭ ‬roaring‭ ‬engine‭ ‬of‭ ‬the‭ ‬Skywagon.

‭"‬97%‭ ‬of‭ ‬my‭ ‬mental‭ ‬test‭ ‬flights‭ ‬have‭ ‬been‭ ‬successful.‭ ‬I‭'‬ve‭ ‬thought‭ ‬of‭ ‬anything‭ ‬that‭ ‬could‭ ‬possibly‭ ‬go‭ ‬wrong‭!" ‬Atlas‭ ‬adjusted‭ ‬her‭ ‬glasses.

Atlas‭ ‬stood‭ ‬on‭ ‬the‭ ‬ground‭ ‬next‭ ‬to‭ ‬the‭ ‬Skywagon.‭ ‬They‭ ‬were‭ ‬in‭ ‬the‭ ‬middle‭ ‬of‭ ‬a‭ ‬large‭ ‬field,‭ ‬with‭ ‬a‭ ‬long‭ ‬strip‭ ‬of‭ ‬flat‭ ‬land‭ ‬in‭ ‬front‭ ‬of‭ ‬them.‭ ‬Daring-Do‭ ‬was‭ ‬sitting‭ ‬in‭ ‬the‭ ‬cockpit‭ ‬of‭ ‬the‭ ‬loud‭ ‬flying‭ ‬machine‭ ‬aimed‭ ‬straight‭ ‬down‭ ‬the‭ ‬long‭ ‬strip‭ ‬of‭ ‬land.

‭"‬Oh‭ ‬I‭ ‬feel‭ ‬so‭ ‬much‭ ‬better‭ ‬now‭!" ‬Daring-Do‭ ‬yelled‭ ‬back.

‭"‬Don‭'‬t‭ ‬worry,‭ ‬all‭ ‬you‭ ‬have‭ ‬to‭ ‬do‭ ‬is‭ ‬push‭ ‬the‭ ‬red‭ ‬button‭ ‬to‭ ‬start‭ ‬going‭ ‬and‭ ‬once‭ ‬the‭ ‬green‭ ‬light‭ ‬flashes‭ ‬pull‭ ‬back‭ ‬on‭ ‬the‭ ‬control‭ ‬stick.‭" ‬Atlas‭ ‬shouted.‭ ‬She‭ ‬stepped‭ ‬a‭ ‬few‭ ‬steps‭ ‬away‭ ‬from‭ ‬the‭ ‬Skywagon‭ ‬and‭ ‬bit‭ ‬her‭ ‬bottom‭ ‬lip.‭ ‬To‭ ‬be‭ ‬honest,‭ ‬she‭ ‬had‭ ‬no‭ ‬idea‭ ‬if‭ ‬it‭ ‬would‭ ‬work.‭ ‬But‭ ‬they‭ ‬didn‭'‬t‭ ‬have‭ ‬any‭ ‬other‭ ‬choice‭ ‬if‭ ‬they‭ ‬wanted‭ ‬to‭ ‬get‭ ‬to‭ ‬Rabalon‭ ‬before‭ ‬the‭ ‬sandstorm‭ ‬buried‭ ‬it‭ ‬again.

Daring-Do‭ ‬swallowed‭ ‬and‭ ‬took‭ ‬a‭ ‬deep‭ ‬breath;‭ ‬if‭ ‬Atlas‭ ‬said‭ ‬it‭ ‬would‭ ‬work,‭ ‬then‭ ‬it‭ ‬would‭ ‬work.‭ ‬Maybe.‭ ‬It‭ ‬did‭ ‬have‭ ‬a‭ ‬lot‭ ‬of‭ ‬parts‭ ‬that‭ ‬looked‭ ‬like‭ ‬they‭ ‬were‭ ‬ready‭ ‬to‭ ‬fall‭ ‬apart‭ ‬at‭ ‬any‭ ‬second.‭ ‬This‭ ‬death‭ ‬trap‭ ‬had‭ ‬better‭ ‬be‭ ‬able‭ ‬to‭ ‬get‭ ‬her‭ ‬to‭ ‬Rabalon‭ ‬in‭ ‬one‭ ‬piece.

Daring-Do‭ ‬pressed‭ ‬the‭ ‬large‭ ‬red‭ ‬button‭ ‬on‭ ‬the‭ ‬control‭ ‬pad,‭ ‬the‭ ‬Skywagn‭ ‬coughed‭ ‬and‭ ‬started‭ ‬slowly‭ ‬rolling‭ ‬along‭ ‬it‭'‬s‭ ‬wheels‭ ‬down‭ ‬the‭ ‬runway.‭ ‬Atlas‭ ‬trotted‭ ‬along‭ ‬side‭ ‬it,‭ ‬watching‭ ‬the‭ ‬machine‭ ‬carefully.‭ ‬The‭ ‬Skywagon‭ ‬started‭ ‬to‭ ‬pick‭ ‬up‭ ‬speed‭ ‬down‭ ‬the‭ ‬improvised‭ ‬road.

‭"‬Uh,‭ ‬ok,‭ ‬ummmm.‭" ‬Daring-Do‭ ‬frowned‭ ‬and‭ ‬looked‭ ‬around‭ ‬the‭ ‬control‭ ‬panel‭ ‬in‭ ‬a‭ ‬panic.‭ "‬What‭ ‬do‭ ‬I‭ ‬do‭ ‬now‭?" ‬She‭ ‬yelled‭ ‬at‭ ‬Atlas.

‭"‬Wait‭ ‬until‭ ‬you‭ ‬are‭ ‬going‭ ‬fast‭ ‬enough,‭ ‬a‭ ‬small‭ ‬green‭ ‬thing‭ ‬should‭ ‬light‭ ‬up‭!" ‬Atlas‭ ‬yelled‭ ‬back,‭ ‬running‭ ‬along‭ ‬side‭ ‬the‭ ‬Skywagon.

The‭ ‬machine‭ ‬ran‭ ‬over‭ ‬a‭ ‬small‭ ‬rock,‭ ‬causing‭ ‬Daring-Do‭ ‬to‭ ‬bump‭ ‬in‭ ‬her‭ ‬seat.‭ ‬She‭ ‬heard‭ ‬metal‭ ‬clanging‭ ‬around‭ ‬inside‭ ‬the‭ ‬hood.‭ ‬She‭ ‬wasn‭'‬t‭ ‬sure‭ ‬if‭ ‬this‭ ‬contraption‭ ‬could‭ ‬even‭ ‬take‭ ‬off.‭ ‬The‭ ‬Skywagon‭ ‬bumped‭ ‬faster‭ ‬and‭ ‬faster‭ ‬down‭ ‬the‭ ‬runway,‭ ‬Atlas‭ ‬began‭ ‬to‭ ‬fall‭ ‬behind‭ ‬it.

A‭ ‬green‭ ‬light‭ ‬started‭ ‬to‭ ‬flash‭ ‬on‭ ‬the‭ ‬control‭ ‬panel.‭ ‬Daring‭ ‬flailed‭ ‬her‭ ‬arms‭ ‬in‭ ‬a‭ ‬panic.

‭"‬Atlas‭! ‬There‭'‬s‭ ‬a‭ ‬green‭ ‬flashy‭ ‬thingy‭! ‬What‭ ‬do‭ ‬I‭ ‬do‭ ‬now‭?" ‬Daring-Do‭ ‬yelled.

‭"‬Ugh,‭ ‬did‭ ‬you‭ ‬even‭ ‬read‭ ‬the‭ ‬manual‭?" ‬Atlas‭ ‬shouted.

‭"‬You‭ ‬know‭ ‬I‭ ‬don‭'‬t‭ ‬read‭ ‬things‭! ‬And‭ ‬besides,‭ ‬it‭ ‬was‭ ‬boring‭ ‬and‭ ‬I‭ ‬didn‭'‬t‭ ‬understand‭ ‬it‭!" ‬Daring-Do‭ ‬yelled‭ ‬back.

‭"‬Look,‭ ‬just‭ ‬remember‭ ‬what‭ ‬I‭ ‬told‭ ‬you‭ ‬to‭ ‬do,‭ ‬you‭ ‬just‭ ‬need‭ ‬to-WAH‭!" ‬Atlas‭ ‬was‭ ‬interrupted‭ ‬by‭ ‬a‭ ‬stump‭ ‬that‭ ‬had‭ ‬caused‭ ‬her‭ ‬to‭ ‬trip.‭ ‬Atlas‭ ‬looked‭ ‬up‭ ‬and‭ ‬saw‭ ‬Daring-Do‭ ‬soaring‭ ‬down‭ ‬the‭ ‬runway‭ ‬flailing‭ ‬her‭ ‬limbs‭ ‬wildly.‭ ‬She‭ ‬spat‭ ‬dirt‭ ‬out‭ ‬of‭ ‬her‭ ‬mouth‭ ‬and‭ ‬cringed.

‭"‬Ok‭ ‬think‭ ‬Daring,‭ ‬what‭ ‬did‭ ‬she‭ ‬tell‭ ‬you‭ ‬to‭ ‬do‭ ‬when‭ ‬the‭ ‬green‭ ‬thing‭ ‬turned‭ ‬on‭?" ‬Daring-Do‭ ‬said‭ ‬to‭ ‬herself.‭ ‬As‭ ‬she‭ ‬was‭ ‬wracking‭ ‬her‭ ‬brain‭ ‬she‭ ‬looked‭ ‬up‭ ‬and‭ ‬saw‭ ‬the‭ ‬end‭ ‬of‭ ‬the‭ ‬runway,‭ ‬which‭ ‬just‭ ‬happened‭ ‬to‭ ‬meet‭ ‬the‭ ‬edge‭ ‬of‭ ‬a‭ ‬forest.

‭"‬Pull‭ ‬up,‭ ‬come‭ ‬on.‭" ‬Atlas‭ ‬said‭ ‬to‭ ‬herself,‭ ‬her‭ ‬breath‭ ‬getting‭ ‬faster.

Daring-Do‭ ‬looked‭ ‬at‭ ‬the‭ ‬control‭ ‬stick‭ ‬and‭ ‬tentatively‭ ‬grabbed‭ ‬it.‭ "‬Ok,‭ ‬I‭ ‬think‭ ‬it‭'‬s‭ ‬this‭ ‬thing...‭" ‬She‭ ‬told‭ ‬herself‭ ‬nervously.‭ ‬Daring-Do‭ ‬looked‭ ‬up‭ ‬again‭ ‬and‭ ‬saw‭ ‬the‭ ‬line‭ ‬of‭ ‬trees‭ ‬get‭ ‬closer‭ ‬and‭ ‬closer. She was really starting to regret not reading the manual.

‭"‬Pull‭ ‬up‭!" ‬Atlas‭ ‬yelled‭ ‬from‭ ‬down‭ ‬the‭ ‬runway.‭ "‬Oh‭ ‬I‭ ‬can‭'‬t‭ ‬watch...‭" ‬She‭ ‬said,‭ ‬covering‭ ‬her‭ ‬eyes‭ ‬with‭ ‬her‭ ‬hooves.

Closing‭ ‬her‭ ‬eyes‭ ‬Daring-Do‭ ‬yanked‭ ‬the‭ ‬control‭ ‬stick‭ ‬down‭ ‬as‭ ‬hard‭ ‬as‭ ‬she‭ ‬could.‭ ‬The‭ ‬Skywagon‭ ‬launched‭ ‬up‭ ‬into‭ ‬the‭ ‬air,‭ ‬skimming‭ ‬some‭ ‬of‭ ‬the‭ ‬leaves‭ ‬off‭ ‬of‭ ‬the‭ ‬top‭ ‬of‭ ‬the‭ ‬tree‭ ‬branches.‭ ‬She‭ ‬opened‭ ‬her‭ ‬eyes,‭ ‬realizing‭ ‬she‭ ‬was‭ ‬still‭ ‬in‭ ‬one‭ ‬piece.

Not‭ ‬hearing‭ ‬a‭ ‬loud‭ ‬crash,‭ ‬Atlas‭ ‬uncovered‭ ‬her‭ ‬eyes‭ ‬to‭ ‬see‭ ‬Daring-Do‭ ‬was‭ ‬now‭ ‬in‭ ‬the‭ ‬air‭ ‬flying‭ ‬the‭ ‬Skywagon‭ ‬off‭ ‬into‭ ‬the‭ ‬distance.‭ ‬She‭ ‬jumped‭ ‬to‭ ‬her‭ ‬hooves‭ ‬and‭ ‬shouted‭ ‬at‭ ‬the‭ ‬top‭ ‬of‭ ‬her‭ ‬lungs.‭ ‬Daring-Do‭ ‬started‭ ‬bouncing‭ ‬excitedly‭ ‬in‭ ‬her‭ ‬seat,‭ ‬she‭ ‬would‭ ‬be‭ ‬at‭ ‬Rabalon‭ ‬in‭ ‬no‭ ‬time.

Daring-Do‭ ‬turned‭ ‬her‭ ‬head‭ ‬and‭ ‬smiled‭ ‬at‭ ‬Atlas,‭ ‬who‭ ‬was‭ ‬jumping‭ ‬up‭ ‬and‭ ‬down‭ ‬in‭ ‬excitement.‭ ‬Daring-Do‭ ‬waved‭ ‬back‭ ‬at‭ ‬her.

‭"‬Good‭ ‬luck‭ ‬Daring-Do‭!" ‬Atlas‭ ‬cheered.

Daring-Do‭ ‬smiled‭ ‬and‭ ‬focused‭ ‬back‭ ‬at‭ ‬the‭ ‬controls.‭ ‬She‭ ‬looked‭ ‬at‭ ‬the‭ ‬map‭ ‬attached‭ ‬to‭ ‬the‭ ‬control‭ ‬panel‭ ‬in‭ ‬front‭ ‬of‭ ‬her‭; ‬only‭ ‬a‭ ‬few‭ ‬more‭ ‬hours‭ ‬and‭ ‬she‭ ‬would‭ ‬be‭ ‬in‭ ‬those‭ ‬ruins‭ ‬wearing‭ ‬the‭ ‬crown‭ ‬spoken‭ ‬of‭ ‬in‭ ‬legends.

The‭ ‬next‭ ‬few‭ ‬hours‭ ‬were‭ ‬more‭ ‬fun‭ ‬then‭ ‬Daring-Do‭ ‬figured‭ ‬they‭ ‬would‭ ‬be.‭ ‬Being‭ ‬able‭ ‬to‭ ‬fly‭ ‬over‭ ‬the‭ ‬lands‭ ‬without‭ ‬having‭ ‬to‭ ‬worry‭ ‬about‭ ‬being‭ ‬tired‭ ‬or‭ ‬exerting‭ ‬herself‭ ‬felt‭ ‬different,‭ ‬but‭ ‬not‭ ‬in‭ ‬a‭ ‬bad‭ ‬way.‭ ‬It‭ ‬was‭ ‬somewhat‭ ‬refreshing‭ ‬to‭ ‬her.‭ ‬When‭ ‬you‭'‬re‭ ‬concentrating‭ ‬on‭ ‬moving‭ ‬your‭ ‬wings‭ ‬you‭ ‬don‭'‬t‭ ‬always‭ ‬get‭ ‬the‭ ‬opportunity‭ ‬to‭ ‬look‭ ‬below‭ ‬you,‭ ‬especially‭ ‬when‭ ‬you‭ ‬are‭ ‬in‭ ‬a‭ ‬hurry.

She‭ ‬passed‭ ‬over‭ ‬all‭ ‬different‭ ‬kinds‭ ‬of‭ ‬places,‭ ‬from‭ ‬the‭ ‬bustling‭ ‬city‭ ‬of‭ ‬Manehatten‭ ‬to‭ ‬the‭ ‬plains‭ ‬of‭ ‬the‭ ‬Hooven‭ ‬Fields.‭ ‬She‭ ‬wondered‭ ‬what‭ ‬ponies‭ ‬thought‭ ‬of‭ ‬her‭ ‬flying‭ ‬over‭ ‬their‭ ‬heads‭ ‬in‭ ‬a‭ ‬strange‭ ‬machine.‭ ‬A‭ ‬few‭ ‬pegasi‭ ‬had‭ ‬flown‭ ‬along‭ ‬side‭ ‬her,‭ ‬a‭ ‬bewildered‭ ‬look‭ ‬on‭ ‬their‭ ‬faces‭; ‬Daring-Do‭ ‬smiled‭ ‬and‭ ‬waved‭ ‬back.

After‭ ‬a‭ ‬few‭ ‬hours,‭ ‬Daring-Do‭ ‬looked‭ ‬behind‭ ‬her‭ ‬as‭ ‬the‭ ‬last‭ ‬bit‭ ‬of‭ ‬land‭ ‬not‭ ‬covered‭ ‬in‭ ‬sand‭ ‬disappeared‭ ‬behind‭ ‬her.‭ ‬She‭ ‬was‭ ‬completely‭ ‬surrounded‭ ‬by‭ ‬the‭ ‬desert‭ ‬now.‭ ‬Daring-Do‭ ‬looked‭ ‬at‭ ‬the‭ ‬map,‭ ‬it‭ ‬looked‭ ‬like‭ ‬she‭ ‬was‭ ‬getting‭ ‬close‭ ‬by‭ ‬now.

CLUNK

What‭ ‬was‭ ‬that‭?

THUMP

The‭ ‬Skywagon‭ ‬bumped‭ ‬up‭ ‬a‭ ‬little‭ ‬bit,‭ ‬Daring-Do‭ ‬quickly‭ ‬looked‭ ‬around‭ ‬for‭ ‬the‭ ‬source‭ ‬of‭ ‬the‭ ‬disturbance.‭ ‬She‭ ‬looked‭ ‬behind‭ ‬her‭ ‬and‭ ‬saw‭ ‬something‭ ‬in‭ ‬the‭ ‬sand‭ ‬below‭ ‬her.‭ ‬It‭ ‬was‭ ‬her‭ ‬landing‭ ‬gear.

‭"‬Oh‭ ‬ponyfeathers...‭" ‬Daring-Do‭ ‬said‭ ‬to‭ ‬herself.

CLUNK

THUMP


And‭ ‬that‭ ‬was‭ ‬one‭ ‬of‭ ‬the‭ ‬wing‭'‬s‭ ‬turning‭ ‬flaps‭ ‬breaking‭ ‬off.

‭"‬Darn‭ ‬it‭ ‬Atlas...‭" ‬Daring-Do‭ ‬muttered.

The‭ ‬Skywagon‭ ‬started‭ ‬bumping‭ ‬and‭ ‬rocking‭ ‬in‭ ‬the‭ ‬air.‭ ‬Daring-Do‭ ‬struggled‭ ‬to‭ ‬keep‭ ‬the‭ ‬control‭ ‬stick‭ ‬under‭ ‬control.‭ ‬She‭ ‬looked‭ ‬over‭ ‬the‭ ‬side‭ ‬of‭ ‬the‭ ‬cockpit,‭ ‬she‭ ‬was‭ ‬losing‭ ‬altitude,‭ ‬fast.‭ ‬She‭ ‬gritted‭ ‬her‭ ‬teeth‭ ‬and‭ ‬pulled‭ ‬back‭ ‬on‭ ‬the‭ ‬stick.

Despite‭ ‬her‭ ‬best‭ ‬efforts‭ ‬the‭ ‬Skywagon‭ ‬continued‭ ‬falling‭ ‬towards‭ ‬the‭ ‬ground.‭ ‬Parts‭ ‬of‭ ‬the‭ ‬Skywagon‭ ‬started‭ ‬to‭ ‬fall‭ ‬out‭ ‬of‭ ‬the‭ ‬bottom,‭ ‬leaving‭ ‬a‭ ‬trail‭ ‬of‭ ‬broken‭ ‬metal‭ ‬in‭ ‬the‭ ‬sand.‭ ‬Daring-Do‭ ‬screamed‭ ‬as‭ ‬the‭ ‬machine‭ ‬careened‭ ‬towards‭ ‬the‭ ‬ground.

Daring-Do‭ ‬then‭ ‬remembered‭ ‬something‭ ‬Atlas‭ ‬had‭ ‬told‭ ‬her‭ ‬before‭ ‬she‭ ‬left,‭ ‬there‭ ‬was‭ ‬a‭ ‬package‭ ‬she‭ ‬was‭ ‬supposed‭ ‬to‭ ‬open‭ ‬if‭ ‬she‭ ‬found‭ ‬herself‭ ‬losing‭ ‬control.‭ ‬Daring-Do‭ ‬reached‭ ‬behind‭ ‬her‭ ‬and‭ ‬pulled‭ ‬out‭ ‬a‭ ‬brown‭ ‬square‭ ‬bag,‭ ‬Atlas‭ ‬had‭ ‬called‭ ‬it‭ ‬a‭ "‬parachute‭"‬.‭ ‬Unfortunately,‭ ‬Atlas‭ ‬had‭ ‬neglected‭ ‬to‭ ‬to‭ ‬tell‭ ‬her‭ ‬how‭ ‬it‭ ‬was‭ ‬supposed‭ ‬to‭ ‬help‭ ‬her.

Daring-Do‭ ‬fumbled‭ ‬with‭ ‬the‭ ‬parachute,‭ ‬trying‭ ‬to‭ ‬figure‭ ‬out‭ ‬how‭ ‬to‭ ‬open‭ ‬it.‭ ‬She‭ ‬found‭ ‬a‭ ‬string‭ ‬on‭ ‬the‭ ‬front‭ ‬of‭ ‬the‭ ‬bag‭ ‬and‭ ‬gripped‭ ‬it‭ ‬in‭ ‬her‭ ‬teeth.‭ ‬She‭ ‬wanked‭ ‬the‭ ‬string,‭ ‬causing‭ ‬a‭ ‬large‭ ‬piece‭ ‬of‭ ‬fabric‭ ‬to‭ ‬fly‭ ‬out‭ ‬and‭ ‬get‭ ‬caught‭ ‬in‭ ‬the‭ ‬wind,‭ ‬wanking‭ ‬it‭ ‬out‭ ‬of‭ ‬her‭ ‬hooves.

‭"‬Oh‭ ‬come‭ ‬on‭!" ‬Daring-Do‭ ‬yelled‭ ‬at‭ ‬the‭ ‬parachute‭ ‬falling‭ ‬to‭ ‬the‭ ‬ground‭ ‬behind‭ ‬her.

Without‭ ‬any‭ ‬other‭ ‬option,‭ ‬she‭ ‬would‭ ‬have‭ ‬to‭ ‬jump‭ ‬out‭ ‬and‭ ‬use‭ ‬her‭ ‬good‭ ‬wing‭ ‬to‭ ‬land.‭ ‬She‭ ‬swallowed‭ ‬and‭ ‬took‭ ‬a‭ ‬deep‭ ‬breath‭ ‬as‭ ‬the‭ ‬Skywagon‭ ‬shook‭ ‬her.‭ "‬Here‭ ‬goes‭ ‬nothing.‭" ‬She‭ ‬said‭ ‬to‭ ‬herself.

She‭ ‬unbuckled‭ ‬the‭ ‬strap‭ ‬that‭ ‬kept‭ ‬her‭ ‬safely‭ ‬in‭ ‬the‭ ‬Skywagon‭ ‬and‭ ‬put‭ ‬her‭ ‬hooves‭ ‬on‭ ‬the‭ ‬side‭ ‬of‭ ‬the‭ ‬Skywagon.‭ ‬With‭ ‬a‭ ‬groan‭ ‬she‭ ‬leaped‭ ‬over‭ ‬the‭ ‬side‭ ‬of‭ ‬the‭ ‬Skywagon‭ ‬and‭ ‬started‭ ‬falling‭ ‬to‭ ‬the‭ ‬ground.

She‭ ‬tumbled‭ ‬through‭ ‬the‭ ‬air,‭ ‬desperately‭ ‬trying‭ ‬to‭ ‬right‭ ‬herself‭ ‬with‭ ‬her‭ ‬good‭ ‬wing.‭ ‬She‭ ‬flailed‭ ‬through‭ ‬the‭ ‬air,‭ ‬trying‭ ‬to‭ ‬stop‭ ‬her‭ ‬descent.

‭"‬Come‭ ‬on‭ ‬you‭ ‬stupid‭ ‬wing‭!" ‬She‭ ‬yelled.

Eventually‭ ‬she‭ ‬managed‭ ‬to‭ ‬get‭ ‬some‭ ‬air‭ ‬under‭ ‬her‭ ‬one‭ ‬wing‭ ‬and‭ ‬started‭ ‬to‭ ‬get‭ ‬herself‭ ‬slowed‭ ‬down‭ ‬a‭ ‬little.‭ ‬She‭ ‬saw‭ ‬the‭ ‬sand‭ ‬getting‭ ‬closer‭ ‬as‭ ‬she‭ ‬flapped‭ ‬her‭ ‬wing‭ ‬desperately.‭ ‬Seconds‭ ‬from‭ ‬the‭ ‬ground,‭ ‬she‭ ‬gave‭ ‬one‭ ‬last‭ ‬flap‭ ‬of‭ ‬her‭ ‬wing‭ ‬and‭ ‬braced‭ ‬herself‭ ‬as‭ ‬she‭ ‬crashed‭ ‬into‭ ‬the‭ ‬sand.

Everything‭ ‬went‭ ‬black‭ ‬when‭ ‬Daring-Do‭ ‬crashed‭ ‬into‭ ‬the‭ ‬sand.‭ ‬She‭ ‬hit‭ ‬the‭ ‬ground‭ ‬and‭ ‬rolled‭ ‬to‭ ‬a‭ ‬stop‭ ‬at‭ ‬the‭ ‬top‭ ‬of‭ ‬a‭ ‬sand‭ ‬dune.‭ ‬The‭ ‬Skywagon‭ ‬made‭ ‬a‭ ‬loud‭ ‬crash‭ ‬as‭ ‬it‭ ‬hit‭ ‬the‭ ‬ground,‭ ‬sending‭ ‬up‭ ‬a‭ ‬wave‭ ‬of‭ ‬sand.

For‭ ‬a‭ ‬few‭ ‬moments‭ ‬the‭ ‬desert‭ ‬quietly‭ ‬blew‭ ‬sand‭ ‬over‭ ‬the‭ ‬two‭ ‬crashed‭ ‬objects‭ ‬laying‭ ‬unmoving‭ ‬in‭ ‬the‭ ‬dunes.‭ ‬Daring-Do‭ ‬felt‭ ‬the‭ ‬life‭ ‬come‭ ‬back‭ ‬into‭ ‬her‭ ‬and‭ ‬opened‭ ‬her‭ ‬eyes.‭ ‬She‭ ‬had‭ ‬survived‭ ‬yet‭ ‬another‭ ‬encounter‭ ‬with‭ ‬death.

Daring-Do‭ ‬rose‭ ‬her‭ ‬head‭ ‬and‭ ‬saw‭ ‬she‭ ‬had‭ ‬landed‭ ‬at‭ ‬the‭ ‬top‭ ‬of‭ ‬a‭ ‬sand‭ ‬dune.‭ ‬She‭ ‬shook‭ ‬her‭ ‬head‭ ‬and‭ ‬slowly‭ ‬rose‭ ‬to‭ ‬her‭ ‬hooves.‭ ‬She‭ ‬brought‭ ‬her‭ ‬hoof‭ ‬to‭ ‬her‭ ‬face‭ ‬as‭ ‬the‭ ‬sand‭ ‬battered‭ ‬her‭ ‬eyes‭ ‬and‭ ‬mouth.

She‭ ‬saw‭ ‬the‭ ‬wreckage‭ ‬of‭ ‬the‭ ‬Skywagon‭ ‬laying‭ ‬in‭ ‬the‭ ‬sand‭ ‬up‭ ‬ahead‭; ‬she‭ ‬began‭ ‬to‭ ‬slowly‭ ‬trudge‭ ‬over‭ ‬to‭ ‬it.‭ S‬he‭ ‬reached‭ ‬the‭ ‬Skywagon which was already‭ ‬half‭ ‬buried‭ ‬in‭ ‬the‭ ‬sand‭ ‬and‭ ‬looked‭ ‬into‭ ‬the‭ ‬cockpit‭ ‬for‭ ‬the‭ ‬map.

She‭ ‬rummaged‭ ‬through‭ ‬the‭ ‬wreckage‭ ‬for‭ ‬the‭ ‬map,‭ ‬she‭ ‬needed‭ ‬it‭ ‬if‭ ‬she‭ ‬was‭ ‬going‭ ‬to‭ ‬continue‭ ‬looking‭ ‬for‭ ‬Rabalon.‭ ‬Not‭ ‬that‭ ‬she‭ ‬had‭ ‬a‭ ‬choice‭ ‬at‭ ‬this‭ ‬point,‭ ‬she‭ ‬wouldn‭'‬t‭ ‬be‭ ‬able‭ ‬to‭ ‬reach‭ ‬anything‭ ‬else‭ ‬without‭ ‬passing‭ ‬out‭ ‬from‭ ‬thirst.

Daring-Do‭ ‬ripped‭ ‬off‭ ‬a‭ ‬piece‭ ‬of‭ ‬fabric‭ ‬from‭ ‬the‭ ‬seat‭ ‬of‭ ‬the‭ ‬Skywagon‭ ‬and‭ ‬wrapped‭ ‬it‭ ‬around‭ ‬her‭ ‬mouth.‭ ‬She‭ ‬also‭ ‬grabbed‭ ‬a‭ ‬pair‭ ‬of‭ ‬goggled‭ ‬from‭ ‬the‭ ‬cockpit‭ ‬and‭ ‬put‭ ‬them‭ ‬on.‭ ‬Finally‭ ‬she‭ ‬grabbed‭ ‬the‭ ‬map‭ ‬and‭ ‬stuffed‭ ‬it‭ ‬in‭ ‬her‭ ‬pocket‭ ‬and‭ ‬buttoned‭ ‬it,‭ ‬she‭ ‬couldn‭'‬t‭ ‬lose‭ ‬the‭ ‬map‭ ‬or‭ ‬she‭ ‬would‭ ‬be‭ ‬lost‭ ‬for‭ ‬who‭ ‬knew‭ ‬how‭ ‬long.

Finding‭ ‬nothing‭ ‬else‭ ‬of‭ ‬value‭ ‬in‭ ‬the‭ ‬flying‭ ‬machine‭ ‬she‭ ‬turned‭ ‬away‭ ‬from‭ ‬it‭ ‬and‭ ‬sighed.

‭"‬Atlas‭ ‬when‭ ‬I‭ ‬get‭ ‬back‭ ‬you‭'‬re‭ ‬gonna‭ ‬get‭ ‬it...‭" ‬She‭ ‬sighed.

Taking‭ ‬a‭ ‬look‭ ‬at‭ ‬the‭ ‬map‭ ‬she‭ ‬groaned‭ ‬and‭ ‬started‭ ‬heading‭ ‬forward‭ ‬to‭ ‬where‭ ‬Rabalon‭ ‬was‭ ‬marked‭ ‬on‭ ‬the‭ ‬map.‭ ‬She‭ ‬had‭ ‬heard‭ ‬stories‭ ‬of‭ ‬how‭ ‬ponies‭ ‬would‭ ‬get‭ ‬lost‭ ‬in‭ ‬the‭ ‬desert‭ ‬and‭ ‬go‭ ‬insane‭ ‬from‭ ‬heat.‭ ‬She‭ ‬hoped‭ ‬she‭ ‬would‭ ‬find‭ ‬something‭ ‬soon‭ ‬before‭ ‬she‭ ‬faced‭ ‬a‭ ‬similar‭ ‬fate.
Chapter 4 in Daring-Do and the Deserted Past

Atlas shows Daring-Do how to pilot the Skywagon, but Daring-Do neglected to read the manual on just how to control it. Can Daring-Do get the Skywagon under control and make it to Rabalon in one piece?
Find out next time on DARING-DO AND THE DESERTED PAST.

(No actually just read it now.)

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Chapter 1: [link]
Chapter 2: [link]
Chapter 3: [link]
Chapter 4: You're reading it you derp >.>
Chapter 5: [link]
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pinkRainbowpie Featured By Owner Mar 22, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
pretty good cant wait for more
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