Her mistake

(Au: Second chapter of Liberationem Lapsis is now out. Please Comment and review about any Grammar or spelling errors that my editors and I have missed. The character’s views about slavery do not reflect my own views about the subject in hand. Thank you and enjoy the story.)

You build on failure. You use it as a stepping stone. Close the door on the past. You don't try to forget the mistakes, but you don't dwell on them. You don't let it have any of your energy, or any of your time, or any of your space.

-Johnny Cash

She hated it.

She couldn’t agree more with that line of thought as she listened to the noble down below her throne, hearing him complaining about how his house isn’t big enough or how their slaves aren’t working hard despite the punishments they received from their masters, or any other stupid bucking shit that she had to deal with from many of the nobles in this city.

The Day court originally was supposed to solve many disputes in territorial, political, and even between the nobles, but this… trivial matter was getting on her last Faust damn nerve.

Outside the windows of her beloved throne room was the city of Canterlot, the capital of Equestria, a city of thirteen thousand ponies. It was one of the major economic hubs of Equestria besides the major port cities of Manehattan, Baltimore, and Fillydelphia.

Equestria is considered a world power by many, only rivaled by the militaristic Griffin Empire to the east and the Zebrican Empire in the south. Equestria has decent relations with Griffin Empire, though they’re not friends since the griffins want the untouched natural resources that dot Equestria, but haven’t invaded since the ponies themselves had one enormous advantage against them: magic.

Equestria is one of the few nations able to have magical properties infuse in its civilians, evolving and adapting from the energy that inhabits the land around them, giving them the power to use it for everyday life. It is the source of their powers to control nature itself. The ponies’ believe that nature should be controlled because it too chaotic to be left unattended by itself, which has given the ponies a huge advantage over any army that would try to invade their land.

With the control of the weather, they could stop armies from being resupplied or reinforced. Unicorn’s magic could be used from a great distance away and pummeled an opponent, and the earth ponies were granted incredible strength, lifting supplies that could break a single pony, and able to withstand devastating attacks when in close quarters.

These sorts of tactics has kept Equestria from being conquered for hundreds of years by enemies beyond.

But the continent that her subjects live upon isn’t inhabited by only ponies, but an another. Living in the south, there was a species that can withstand anything that nature can throw at them; a species that has been on this planet far longer than her kind; a species that has advanced further in such far shorter time than hers; a species that preach for peace, but when angry, they can unleashed untold destruction to their foes.

A species that she, herself, had to personally restrain a great time ago.

She could feel the scars that had long-since faded under her alabaster fur, the guttural cries of her royal guards being slayed by the swords of the humans, a warrior species that could make even the griffins during that era look like little chicks with swords. The humans, at the apex of their physical appearance, could rival her best earth ponies in hand-to-hand combat.

She could still recall the day war began when the panicky messenger burst into the throne and gave her the daunting message of the humans invading, destroying and ransacking villages as they marched forward. The memories of that day were chaos for her; messengers frantically running around the castle, relaying orders to guards and generals alike, whilst her people outside panicked in the streets. Equestria hadn’t been at war since the Chaos wars and the Nightmare rebellion. The memories of preparedness were long gone from her kind. Peace had long made them soft.

It wasn’t until the end of the war that she finally found out why the humans attacked, amidst the tears, the blood, and the fallen.

It was her kind that started it.

“Your majesty, are you alright?” A concerned voice said.

Breaking from her train of thought, she looked around to see that the speaker had stopped talking, his eyebrows rose in concern.

She hadn’t even realized that she was so caught up in past events that everyone in the room was watching her. She silently bit her lower lip and silently cursed herself for that little mistake.

“Yes, I’m fine, Lord Nero Crystal.” She lied, shifting slightly in her chair, trying to relax herself.

Accepting the lie, the noble just slump his shoulders and continued.

“As I said before, I believe we should lower the rations of the slaves to one half due to the slowness of their work this year and the rebellions that these animals are being agitate by traitors and turncoats. Clearly, I'm surprised they actually have a spark of intelligence in them. ”

She hated these proposals like these. No, correction, she loathed them. These idiotic nobles know seemingly nothing about workforce economies.

“Excuse me, Lord Crystal, but you’re proposing that we just starve them just because they don’t work very efficiently. It’ll just make them more rebellious because the slaves required more protein than us, and they might work more efficient if they're served with kind hoof than a ruthless one.” She countered, emphasizing the word ‘slave’ with icy contempt, thought the noble and guards didn’t catch the tone.

The noble just snorted in response.

“You may make a good point on that, your majesty, but these animals can’t be reason with. The only way is to punish those who refuse to learn their place.”

She couldn’t help but to want slap him for his ignorance. He didn’t know what the humans did; their intelligence along with their unpredictability can be very dangerous. A trait used during the war that had cost Equestria hundreds of lives.

The noble just stare at the princess in annoyance, but behind emotion, obvious contempt, even though she did make some sense in his argument.

Before he objected, she beat him to it.

“I’ll look over this proposal, Lord Nero, but I doubt the council will accept this.” She nodded to her guards to open the entrance to her throne room. The creak of the large golden doors echoed as it slowly open.

Nero bowed and left the throne, but without murmuring two words that she pick up on.

“Human lover.”

The guards closed the entrance. Their stoic expression on their faces never changed while on duty, their muskets holding up, the silver barrels of their weapons glistening from the sunlight penetrating through the windows.

It was no secret to some of the upper class in Canterlot that their leader, their eternal princess of the sun, had sympathy for the humans, which has earn her a few enemies in the court that had called her out on impeachment, believing she was the one that was making their pets rebellious against them, but was quickly shot by the council before any of them were up for debate. Her sympathy has, in ironic term, put her on the lease The common pony didn’t know about it, not even her student-turned-princess, Twilight Sparkle, knew of her sins that drove her into this current crisis that Equestria is facing now.

The ELA, known as the Equestria Liberation Army, a protest-now-turned-terrorist group was consist of, ponies who were opposed the binding of enslaving a race, calling out that it’s against the very stances that Equestria was once build on during the Chaos Wars, and was also made up of, Human slaves that escape their bondage, Zebras that were disillusioned with their species government, The Zerbican Empire, and moved here, only to find out that Equestria was no different than theirs. Even rumors began to flow that the Minotaur Republic has been supporting them in their campaigns, but they openly declined it, despite their distaste over the barbaric practice that the three mightiest and most powerful nations had been using for thousands of years.

Over the years, ElA was becoming more of annoyance to the nobility and the council, as they railed slave camps, land routes for commerce, causing the GDP to plummet, almost causing to enter a recession with the increase of raids on slave caverns, causing a slave shortage which led to no choice but to order her Royal Guard to intervene and to detained them.

The ElA soon lost further ground as the Royal Guard defeated them with their superior training and weaponry, with the ELA being pushed out of the many provinces, destroying their hideouts and siphoning their supporters. The nobility smugly acknowledge that the ‘traitors’ have finally surrendered and give up their foolish crusade of freeing a ‘barbaric’ and ‘savage’ race.

‘If only they knew the truth,’

But now, The ELA hasn’t been seen in months. No raids, no attacks on the guard, only the recent raid of the slave pens at Stalliongrad, taking the pony in charge, hostage, with no ransom letter. The ElA has gone completely silenced, only fueling her anxious and paranoid mind that the ELA is planning something big. There was a new feel in the high winds, a distressing sense that something big is coming this way, and the result would be a burning Equestria and cheering, vengeful slaves walking over the disfigured corpses of her subjects.

She had taken her concerns to the council of Nobles of this, but they only dismissed it in their own asinine and arrogant way, thinking that the little civil war has been won.

Despite the common belief that she and her sister, Princess Luna of the night and dreams, controlled the government, the council itself makes the decisions for it. It was created after the Chaos wars when Princess Celestia and Luna ascended to the throne that they needed a council for the common pony to be represented and take power of the land just in case one or both of them went mad for power.

But, as always, that decision to create the council slowly came to backfire on the princesses as soon as corruption swept in and reports of funds suddenly ‘disappeared’ that were supposed to go to social services for the common pony, despite the many reforms to stop corruption.

Of course, she did had the power to remove most of them that were corrupt and put in new ones that are more ‘obedience’ to her, but she couldn’t do it due to the fact that they have many connections in her inner circle that they have finally discovered something to use against her.

Her secret relationship with her slave.

They have finally found out about him, the one person that she loved through her career as she watched his brothers and sisters being enslaved by her own kind. He was the one that kept her sane through the darkest time. A time when her life was worthless in a world where she had failed to achieve harmony, but he was the one who brought it back to her heart. He was the anchor to her failing heart, a soul that made her smile, a kind soul that slept with her when she whimpers in her sleep, crying out for her sister while he whispers to her ear, trying to calm her down while brushing her hair. Someone who loves her for what she is.

Only her sister knows of their relationship, which she, of course, supported the relationship, though abet in secret, despite her disapprove of her ways, especially the enslavement of the humans when she return from her imprisonment.

But they, the council, threatened her in her very chamber that if she ever proposed even a hint of emancipation for the humans, they’ll reveal her secret to the public. The public repercussions of this will be big, dramatic at best. They’ll demand for her to be removed from the throne for this unacceptable behavior and probably be exile along with her lover.

“Mistress, is everything okay?”

She looked down from her throne to the glazing red eyes of the human who had the look of concerned on his face, looking over his shoulder. What he was wearing was the standard clothing, with the excreta magical black collar on his albino skin, carrying in his right hand was a scroll laden with today's appointments from many of the high nobles, lords. and diplomats from the many nations that had relations with Equestria.

Her magenta eyes gazed at his. She could see the human staring deeply into her soul. Her emotions were running wild through her mind. What could she tell him? Tell him, her love? Lie to him that she is okay, but isn’t? Her heart aches and her mental mind is almost exhausted from dealing with many of the nobles and meetings with the council.

She just wants this over with, and returned to her room with her lover.

“I’m fine, Lucifer.” How many times her subjects would ask this question?

The human just nodded sincerity to her answer, but underneath, there was a raging cauldron of emotions as by the unnoticed twitching of his hand while his other was holding the scroll.

Lucifer was internally a gift from the king of the Zebraica Empire for the relationship between Equestria and the empire in the slave trade, Lucifer, was a rare albino, born to fight in the gladiatorial arena, he fought against many warriors. From griffins to zebras to eventually fight to his brethren. The years of fighting had gained him popularity among the nobles from Equestria, and even the Griffin Empire, wanted to buy him to represent them for the status that would bring them. She could still remember the day they brought him here.

She can still hear the clinking and clanking of his chains bouncing off and echoing in her mind as was he led across the hallway leading up to her throne room. She saw the pride and determination in his eyes as he entered the throne room with the Zebra ambassador in tow. While she listened to the ambassador speech, she could feel the staring from the slave, turning her eyes downwards towards him, still listening to ambassador’s speech, gazing at each other eyes. There was no hatred or rage in him, just the pain he had suffered and the will of not giving up.

It was one of the reasons she fell in love with him.

She had seen the scars on his back when they made love, tracing them with her manicure hoof as he sleeps. The bruises and cuts he had gotten from the guards when he was not within her sights during the private meetings with council. Oh, how she wanted to punish them for hurting her love. She did have the power to send them all to Tartarus for doing this to him, but he always stopped her from doing something that drastic that would reveal their relationship to the public.

She has taken many mates in her long life, most of her mates just using her for the status that bring them, but some of them do really love her, only to stab her in the back when she finds out that they’re having affair with other mares, despite polygyny being legal.

But he was different from all of them. The feel of his skin on her fur as they made love, the fingers that clawed on her back, that will later show red markings in the morning that she need to cover from a quick healing spell. She could still feel the hot breath of him as he began to nibble on her ear. The feel of ecstasy when both of them climaxed, screaming to the heavens of their love between each other.

Breaking away from the arousal thoughts and not showing a blush about to appear on her cheeks, she tilted her head towards Lucifer. His back faced against her. He stood as a statue, carrying his boring expression with him as he awaits his next command from his mistress.

She continued to stare at her lover; unknowable her eyes begin to go downward towards his well-toned waist. She shake her head diverted her eyes away, blushing at what she just did. The loins in her nether regions were beginning to heat up inside. Her breaths were becoming shaky and muffle.

‘No, not again,’

The hormones in her body were raging throughout her body. The estrous cycle in Alicorns is far different from a pony one. The heat system for an Alicorns tens to start at much earlier time than normal ponies; instead of springtime as the starting point of the estrous cycle, winter has its claim on the Alicorns during its height.

If Alicorns have even a single thought of sexual thoughts, their hormones will start to take over the body, turning them into hot furnaces as their brain desperately fights off the heat if they’ve the medicine to contain it.

But if the hormones had already reached the brain, well, anypony, regardless of being male or female, in their eyesight will become their personal ‘fuck toys’ until it dies down in the spring.

She could feel some sort of wetness dripping down her left leg, slowly making a small puddle on her throne. She could smell it through her nose, almost making her eyes rolled over head in pleasure as her breaths were becoming shakier by the minute.

The guards in the throne room won’t notice the smell at their posting, but Lucifer probably can, gazing down to see him still in his stance, not making a sound.

It was now or ever.

“Guards, please leave the throne room, the next appointment is be private, ordered by council pony, Frostbite. Please head to your other assigned posts in the castle until the meeting is over.” That was a half-lie. There was really an appointment with the member of the high council, but it won’t start until a few hours later, but the guards didn’t seem to mind as they steam out of the throne room. None of them didn’t ask piped up any questions, they were drilled to follow Celestia without question, regardless of what she does.

With the last guard out, closing the golden double doors behind him, allowing silence to quickly settle in the room. With the guards gone, only leaving her and her lover still in the room, the only thing that could be hear was the shaky breaths of Celestia as the hormones almost completely taking over her.

“Lucifer, please…take…off your clothes.” She ordered. Her voice becoming sulky and lustily as the small puddle beneath her was becoming a big one, as the liquid was dripping down surface of the golden throne.

The human slung around in her direction and started to unbutton his collar shirt, revealing his well-muscular chest, showing off the scars that he had earned during the time when he was a gladiator. As he finally unbuttons his shirt and throws at the ground, about to undo his plants, he was throw off his feet, impacting the robe covered ground.

The unexpected weight on his chest was no other than Celestia who was nibbling on his ear and one of her hooves shakily making its way down to his crotch.

“Please…” She pleaded hotly to his ear, “Make me your princess.” She began rubbing his crotch, making him goad from the pleasure. The hormones in her body had finally taken control of her.

“As you wish…Celestia,” He obeyed, moving his hands to unbuckle his pants.

Soon the throne room was filled with sounds of moaning, screams, and heavy slapping of flesh on flesh as the goddess screams out in the heavens.
(Link Break)

Location: unknown

“You’ve lost,”

‘Excuse me?’

The black void was a place where the lines between the mind and reality blended together in unity. The mind has always been a place for those to escape the daily problems of their moral lives. It was always a home to those who construct sick fantasies of themselves, thinking that they’re gods like Celestia and her sister, Luna, but they’re not. They’re flawed like everyone and everything in the universe.

“They’ve found their lost brethren.” The voice boomed all around her, not knowing which direction where it spoke from in the void. The answer she was given made her more confused.

Before she even quirked what the voice meant, It beat her to it.

“Those beyond the heavens themselves have found your world. Your sister’s actions have angered them greatly.”

The voice was stained, anger evident in it. She didn’t know why it’s angry since it appeared in the void with her many times since she acquired her powers of entering the dream-scrape. The air around her was filled with tension.

'What are you talking about? There isn't any life among my stars since since me and Cele---'

“DON’T YOU DARE SAY THAT NAME IN FRONT OF ME! HER ACTIONS HAS ALREADY PROVEN SHE IS INCAPABLE OF LEADING HER KIND TO ASCENSION!” The voice viciously cut her off, verminous words punching right through her. She walked back a few paces, backing herself back against an imaginative wall behind her.

The void around her began to transcend, the liquid darkness shaping. No longer was the backdrop complete darkness. Trees began to grow of the newly formed ground, redden clouds began to form above her. Hills began to grow all around, including one beneath her hooves, allowing her a view of the formation of a field.

“This is the consequences of your actions once they come. They will be your judgment and your future.”

She watched in horror as the land before her suddenly turn into a battlefield as hundreds of blackest figures killed off as they traded blows against each other. Metal golems appeared from skies, screeching from the heavens as their bodies hit the ground, throwing up the dirt around them or crushing any of the figures below them as they shoot fire from their metal claws.

She looked on in disgust as the beings continually kill each other, usual by their strange weapons or fists. The metal golems from before continued to kill on the battlefield as one stomped on one of the beings, ending its life quickly.

Even though the concept of conflict and war wasn’t stranger to her throughout her long life, but it still made her sick when witnessing…this slaughter. The sound of explosions above her caught her attention as she look upwards towards the source. It wasn't glory or heroic as one may led to believe, as the princess of the night experienced, but a repulsive thing upon sapient life.

Her mouth opened in stock, letting a silence gasp at what she was seeing. Massive metallic ships in the sky, destroying each other as streaks of light impacted on their huts, ripping them apart as the debris fall to the ground.

"They’ll be your doom.”

The fighting below grew intense as flying metal birds flew overhead, dropping what look like bombs down below. Expositions trembled beneath her as the battlefield suddenly turned into an inferno. Bodies of both scream in pain on the ground as the heat melts their skin.

“They’ll be your destruction.”

Many of the colossal ships above her began to fall from the heavens. Fires break out across their hull as it hopeless tried to avert itself from falling to the surface. Other ships began to fall as well as massive rounds pour into them while the others in the air kept fighting.

“They’ll be your retribution.”

Her legs began to weaken as she continued to watch the carnage. The ship that was fallen before had finally hit the ground. It convulsed as the ship impacted, cracks appearing all around. The inside of it exploding into bright lights of ember fire, almost causing Luna to fall from the force.

But the explosion didn’t stop; it soon swallowed the lands, turning them into glass as it comes towards her. The remaining bodies were soon enveloped as well, their suit of armor soon burn off, then their skin as well.

She tried to run get away from the coming fire, but no response to her legs. They just shook and trembled. She tried screaming for help, but no help came because there was no sound coming from her voice, just silent screams.

“Your downfall will not be the last of them. They will help you ascend your kind, but you and your sister will be left behind as your punishment for your crimes.”

“Your inability to stop your kind from making the same mistakes we’ve made has made you incompetent of leading, my sweet Lulu.” The voice boomed through her mind, its word latched on to her as the fire was nearly here.

She tried once again to move, but her legs still weren’t moving. She as the fire was getting closer and closer by the second. The remaining ships were still fighting, their main weapons pumping out slug after slug at each other to come up on top.

“The gods will be your savior, my Lulu. The ascension of your kind will be finished.”

Luna didn’t get to chance to finally speak as she silently screamed when the inferno of fire soon enveloped her.

But the fire never came.

Luna gasped as she was torn from her dream; breaths came in heaves, trying to gain control of her breathing. Sweat dripped down her face as the events in her dream replayed in her mind.

She let out a groan of exhaustion, placing her head in her hooves. The dream really had an effect on her.

‘What did she mean by that? The gods from the beyond being our ascension? What she’s talking about?’

Removing her head in extreme exasperation, she flung the covers off of her and headed towards the bathroom to freshen up. Turning the faucet to the sink, letting the water pour down the drain. She splashes the water all over her face to help her stay awake up for the upcoming royal court.

Royal court to her was very boring. Despite her thousand year experience and the many advances that Equestria has done, Politics has stuck the same. Nobles arguing over who gets this plot of land or gets to serve on the council. They argued over the most simplest of things that made want her to just bang her head over the table or just sent them to moon where they suffer a quick death from no oxygen.

After getting a towel and drying her face, finish, she put back the towel and went back to her room to the dresser to put on her regular regalia. She didn’t have time to take a bath or shower. Her horn glowed as the dresser open, revealing standard dresses, crowns, shoes, for formal or social events.

One crown and two silver shoes appeared out of the dresser, moderate cobalt blue glowed around them as the crown was placed upon her head and her slippers were easily put on.

Blowing a strand of her hair from her face, she calmly connected her mind as her horn glowed, finding her sister so she may talk to her privately via telepathy.

Her horn found her sister, setting up the connection between their minds.

“Sister, we need to tal---”

“YES!”

“What?”

“MAKE ME YOUR PRINCESS! GIVE ME YOUR FOALS! I WANT EVERY LAST DROP!”

“WHAT!”

“MAKE ME SCREAM LIKE A WHORE, MY LOVE! MAKE ME SCREAM!”

Luna imminently cut the connection between their minds; her cheeks blush in embarrassment and irritation at what her sister doing with her human lover. If she had human hands, she would definitely pinch her nose in anger and annoyance.

Ever since she had returned back to her former self from her exile, she had loathed on how Equestria had become that was against her own morals, the very morals that she and her sister paid in blood during the chaos wars. The war that had cost her very own subjects blood to reinvent a nation in harmony.

But now, there is no harmony in this nation. Her home has enslaved entire species that, in her own eyes, reminded her of her past glory days as a warrior when battling against the armies of Discord.

Humanity is a species that does not bow down to others, but to conquer those they consider a threat to their people. She even loathed her own sister for not taking any action against the council’s blackmail. She shook her head in shame and disappointment at her sister’s decision to enslave them was a grant mistake. This is a species that, with a military, that could even the griffins a run for their bits.

A mistake she knew that would bring both their downfall in coming days. She had read about the war against the humans during her. The accounts of well-trained human warriors able to take on two, even three, royal guard ponies in single combat has made her have great respect for them, despite others might think that the humans are savages, they’re not.
Letting out puff of air from her nostrils and straighten her tiara in its rightful place, she parted open the doors to her bedroom to the spire stairs in the tower she resides in. Flank by the door entrance were two of her personal guard, with their signature armor to represent the colors of their queen of the night. They served, only, to Luna herself, even her own sister couldn’t get the same fanatic devotion from her own guards that protect the castle.

Both of the guards give affirmed bows to their mistress as she trotted passed them to the stairs. She stopped near the stairs, looking over her shoulder to her guards.

“You two followed me to the throne room,” Both the guards, again, give a bow to their mistress’s order as she began trotting down the stairwell to her destination, her hooves and the guards’ echoed across the narrow walls as their hooves clap on the clement.

Making to the bottom of the stairs was another door, also flanked by two guards of her personal legion. They both give their usual respects and open the door for her, letting a gentle cold breeze from the outside hallways.

Again, letting out her puff of air to add in the cold crisp air, winter is coming about in the coming months. Weather teams from across Equestria would begin to mass-product clouds in many of the cloud cities, especially Cloudsdale, up north. The mass amount of clouds would help bring down rain to critical farmlands down in the south that needed rain to help their crops.

Nodded to the two guards, finally entering the empty hallway, looking over her shoulder to see the two guards that had follow, and turning back to walked towards the throne room to meet with her; If she is done mating with her human lover.

She could only pray to the gods that their Mother’s prediction won’t come true.

(*)

YanHooyer Slave market

10:30 A.M

It was always the same to them. How they smiled, looking around for the right slave that would fit in their uncaring lives. The cries of human children can be heard as they’re forced to be broken away from their families to sold away to nobles who would abuse them for their own pleasure. How their mothers and fathers would cry out to stop them from taking their children away, only to be beaten by the guards when they misbehave.

He didn’t know what to do as he watched in disgust how his own species would be this low towards them. How they speak about friendship and harmony to others. Yet, they keep an entire species under chains simply because of one misunderstood each other which lead to war. The hearing of sale ponies auctioning off living beings made him want leave instead of completing his mission.

He was supposed to meet with one of his contacts in the city about some smuggling some escape humans that want asylum in the Minotaur Republic, one of the few nations on the planet that outlaws slavery on Humans. Even though the Republic isn’t powerful enough, Economic and militarily, to last against one of the three great powers in conventional warfare, but the large Samaria Desert between them acts it into a buffer zone whilst allowing armies to suffer huge attrition rates, making the Republic hard enough to conquer for the great powers.

The agent finally found the target location as he trotted his way out of the slave market: an old two-story tavern building, already filled with the brim with customers. A gentile cold breeze went through his fur, making him shake a little.
Heading towards the bar and his objective, he could pick up several conversions from the patrons as he entered.

“So, I told them, ‘No, I don’t give a shit about your Faust-Damned coffee. Go get your own, mare.’”

“Hey, Quickheart, hear about the newest edition of Daring Doo? I heard it completely kick ass.”

“Did you hear about the escape from Stalliongrad, over five thousand slaves had escape.”

“Was it the ELA?”

“Yes, and I heard they holding hostage to the one who was in charge of the pens.”

Passing by the many drunk pardons, he finally his objective; just sitting in the left corner of the bar, near one of the windows, allowing those to see what going on outside, seating by a circular table was a black unicorn mare, with the tail being lightest brown, and the mane being aqua blue. A brown mug was on her table as well, probably filled with an alcoholic beverage.

His contact recognized him and nodded him to take a sit on the opposite side of her table.

“Are you the contact?” He asked, getting straight to the point.

The mare nodded, “Yes, I’m am, you here for the job?” she took a slip of her drink as she waited for his answer.

“Yes, I’m here for the job. How many am I smuggling to Manehattan?” He queried.

“About sixty of them, mostly women and children,” She put up a map under her, probably from a saddlebag he didn’t notice.

“Okay, the only way you get them out of the country is by the ports. I have a stallion who owns a boat that could get them, but you need to avoid many of the routes that have heavy a Royal Guard presence.” She pointed and dragged her hoof towards some of the routes on the map.

“With the stunt the ELA had pulled at Stalliongrad, the train stations have been heavily watched, with the Royal Guard checking on each passenger carts. I believe you need go through either the river or lands routes where the Guard isn’t there.” She suggested.

He nodded, He has been in many situations like this before, with the increased attacks of the ERA, things have pretty hectic for smuggling business; with the Guard heavily searching for any ‘rebels’, but didn’t stop many smugglers from giving up.

“When do I get my payment?” He finally spoke.

She removed her map from the table and put it back in her saddlebag, and then took a slip of her drink again. “You’ll get your payment once you deliver the humans to the Manehattan docks. I’ll have someone meet up with you once yo---”

She didn’t get to finish her sentence as the entrance to the bar was kicked open.

“This is the Royal Guard of YanHooyer. We’ve evidence that this establishment is holding rebels and enemies of the crown; do not get involved in our search or you’ll be arrest for treason.” The familiar monotone voice of a Royal Guard bloomed in the tavern, stopping all actively as many of the patrons give the lone Royal guard direly looks for ruining their fun.

The smuggler looked around viciously, trying to find a way from getting arrested. How they find out about their little meeting was no surprised to him.There’ll always be traitors in the mist.

He looked towards his employer, seeing her putting out another map, this one different.

“Here the map to where the humans are, get them out of the city, now.” She handled him the map. Too bad he didn’t bring his own saddlebag if his mouth didn’t make a drool spot on the map and began sweating trickling down on his face as several of the guards were coming closer and closer.

But the tense atmosphere soon turned into chaos as his contact blandly thrown her, now warm, beverage across the air, hitting one of the patrons, drowning him in slickly liquid. The patron, with anger pasted all over face, looking over to the guy next to him. But with the amount of alcohol already in his system, the only logical thing that his remaining brain cells could think of.

His hoof quickly made contact with stallion’s face, pushing off his seat and to the ground, all actively creased as the offender jerked up and attacked his offender.

The lone fight soon turned into all out brawl as they made many miss punches, hitting random ponies, causing them to either smash their drinks or turn over their tables, repeating the cycle until the bar was turn into full on brawl as the pardons fought each other in drunkenness, even the Royal Guards joined in to bring in order, but it made the fright even worse as the pardons hatred against the government made them even more aggressive.

The smuggler looked on with please as the deteriorating bawl was giving him the advantage. His contact already left as soon she threw the mug. Now, standing here with the map in his mouth, watching the fight like an idiot.

He jerked up from his seat, and running towards the exit, dodging the multiple punches from the patrons and guards.

Seeing the door was still opened by the previous guard before.

He finally made it out, running out to the streets, avoiding many of the bystanders as the tavern window was suddenly broken by a throwing chair as it lands in the streets. The smuggler kept running as he heard the whistlers, signaling more Royal Guard coming.

Shaking his head and ran into an alley, looking over his shoulder to check he wasn’t followed; he dropped the map on the ground, pinning it with both of his hooves. The map was telling him that the location on where the escaped humans are; Looking over the map for a few minutes before rolling it back up.

Checking himself for any injuries and looking around again, he let out a sigh of comfort as he heads out of the alleyway to the streets. He has a job to complete and the payment from his contact was too good to pass up on or fail.

Above him, he didn’t notice the insect form on the rooftops, watching him as he entered the endless sea of ponies, flapping his wings a little bit; green smoke enveloped him, turning him into preachy Pegasus with an ivy mane. The insect flew, allowing the wind to guide him down the crowd. A few avoid his landing. Glancing around to see no suspicious, he began to follow the smuggler through the crowd, bumping into several others. The Smuggler still didn't notice he was being followed. The spy follow the Smuggler through the crowded streets, the Spy watch as the Smuggler made turns as he put out his map from his mouth, looking it over as he kept walking, looking up to make turns to other streets that would lead him to the port.

After a few minutes of walking, the spy finally made it to the port with the Smuggler still walking. The sounds of heavy industry and the smell of the sea were familiar to him, seeing workers fixing broken ships, or seeing slaves carrying heavy loads of equipment, with an overseer watching over them discreetly, making sure they don't do anything stupid. The sounds of the squawking seagulls flew overhead.

The Smuggler finally stop at what appears to be an abandoned warehouse, with several of the windows smashed and the sound of creaking wood being broken by the years of decay. Hiding behind by a stack of nearby crates, the spy watched as the smuggler glances around to make sure no one was nearby.

Thinking the coast was clear, the smuggler proceed to open the door, the sound of the door brought little displeasure to the spy's ears. Watching as the smuggler finally entering the building, poking his head out to make one last expectation to make sure he wasn’t followed, he closes the door, making the old wood moan out.

The spy vaulted over the crates and proceeded to the building with a smirk over his face.

His queen would be pleased once his mission is complete to bring in new food.

“Brothers and sisters of Equestria, our leaders that sworn to protect us from the dangers, guide us towards Harmony, has betrayed. Out there, they enslaved an innocent race to fuel their corrupt hearts. The lands we once had are now own by the wealthy up in their impenetrable homes at Canterlot. To feast on their food while we starved to death in the slums, we fight and die while they live the high life. I’m tired of seeing my people dying, but no more. Soon, brothers and sisters of Equis, we’ll begin anew world on the ashes of the old. We’ll finally be freed, my Repetition.”

-Pereque Incestus, proclaiming his ‘freedom’ speech in Fillydelphia and the impending formation of the ELA.

Author's Note

After about 4 months of constant working, reediting, and some rewiring, the second chapter to this has been completed. Tell you the truth, I'm not yet completely satisfied with this one, but it'd do for now.

I've also have a new editor that is helping me. Say hello to Poets Dream.

I'll releasing another Codex page that drive in the AU world of Equis to help you understand it.

Next Codex Chapter: The Great Powers

New Story Chapter: Recon