I love it, exactly the kind of backstory Daring would have
I have never written a real story or fic (English isn't even my native language), but I gave it a shot:
„Daring Do,” I heard Dr. Caballeron yell from the kitchen, „could you come here for a second.”
The sun wasn’t even out yet, must’ve been something really important for him to be up this early.
Clumsily, I got out of bed and made my way into the kitchen. Caballeron was examining a weird map.
“Time to pack, we’re going on an adventure,” he said. I jumped in excitement. I loved exploring with him around, it was just like the exciting adventures my father used to take me on.
“Where are we going?” I inquired. He smirked, “The cave of Foal Mountain.”
It was frigid, but I had my warm coat, scarf and saddlebags to cover me, although the freezing breeze still made my face ache a little. As we approached the mountain, I spotted something reminiscent of a cave entrance. I waved Caballeon over. He took a look at the map. This was indeed the right cave.
“Let’s go!” he exclaimed.
We found ourselves in a cool, damp room. It was pretty dark, but the sliver of light from the outside was more than enough for us to see around. There were ancient scribblings all over the walls. In front of us was a handful of pillars with old-hoofian symbols on them. It looked familiar.
“Looks like another one of those rune-puzzle things, doesn’t it,” Caballeron noted. It was. We had seen a similar puzzle back in Mt. Everhoof’s cave. It wasn’t particularly difficult, but it was time-consuming. This one had less pillars, though.
I sat down and took a sandwich out of my saddlebags, as Caballeron began work on the puzzle.
As I munched on the sandwich, I noticed a shimmer in his bag. I took a closer glance. It was my golden compass, the one my father had left me twelve years ago. What was it doing in Caballeron’s bag? I grabbed the compass. It was pointing further into the cave.
“I think I got it!” Caballeron announced joyfully, as the room began rumbling and a door opened up. I finished my sandwich and got up.
We trotted inside. I noticed the compass pointing in a different direction now. It seemed as if it was pointing at Caballeron.
“But...” I mumbled to myself in confusion.
Caballeron noticed the compass I was holding.
Without saying anything, he took the compass and stomped on it as hard as he could. I let out a loud scream. The compass was broken.
“Caballeron?” I cried out in panic.
He galloped away as fast as he could, and within a few seconds, he was out of sight.
As I stood there, absolutely terrified and confused, I thought to myself.
It couldn’t have been him, could it? The mane did remind me of his a bit, but he couldn’t have been the same pony, could he?
My train of thought suddenly came to a halt when I heard a beautiful soft sparkle. Not only did I hear it, I felt it. I looked at my flank. There it was.
A compass cutie mark.