LEGACY: The Binds

He’d believed in the Kingdom at first. He really had. He’d been ten when the Princess sent her  had come in force and spent five months clearing out the cockatrice nests that had plagued Little Lamplight for decades. Eight years later, when the recruiters had come for the war against the Griffons, he’d jumped at the chance to join such a noble group of ponies in the noblest of goals to protect his brothers and sisters. During his two years of service, he was noted for showing dauntless courage , dragging his wounded commander all the way back to the frontlines

More importantly, he was one of the few who stayed in uniform, even after losing his entire company in the Battle of Silver Springs.

Few remained in uniform after the war, fewer remained when they lost many good friends.

For his courage and doubtless loyalty during the war, he was offered a spot in the Royal Guards, he’d jumped even harder, working and sweating and praying for the chance to be

worthy of this ultimate challenge.

For six years everything had gone well. He’d served with all his heart and strength, fighting against the forces of evil and chaos that threatened to destroy Emperor

Palpatine’s New Order. And he’d served with distinction, or so at least his commanders had thought.

He pulled out his black body glove and proceeded to putting it on. He then took out several white armour pieces and began the arduous process of putting them all on. Strapping the cummerbund and belt pouch around his waist, putting on his boots and gloves, attaching the armour pieces to his knees, biceps, forearms, shoulder bells, and finally donning his chest piece. He'd take his helmet and baklava as well but he knew she didn't like it and it didn't a request for him to voluntarily remove them.

It was all very menial and time consuming to prepare for his daily routine. He missed the old days when putting on armour didn't take five to ten minutes. How was he going to protect the individual if  In fact, barely anything happens to him to te but then again, he wasn't out on the streets trying to keep order  It was light and flexible yet just seeing the thickness gave him a sense of security. But there was something Flash Sentry couldn't look past, and that was how it resembled the Griffons' battle armour. Encased behind steel plates around the body. It reminded him of the times he barely backed an inch away from the razor sharp talons of a griffon and the oppressive occupation by them toward the populace when he was behind enemy lines.

"Have you reconsidered their offer?" asked Twilight.

"Yes and no, ma'am." He replied, sounding awfully cheerful. "Yes because I have considered their offer. No because I declined it."

Twilight returned a perplexed face, just as Flash Sentry expected. "Declined? Declined the Royal Guards?"

"Hmph," he smiled, not feeling one bit of shame, "