Prelude to Equestria

Carvon sat up at his bedside and yawned. “Thank Celestia's kiss; I’m not dead yet,” he said to himself. He sat there for a few minutes, stretching his limbs and brushing his mane back. He then got out of bed and trotted towards a window, unveiling a breathtaking sight.

The sun was slowly rising over the blue mountain tops, casting its majestic light over the endless marsh. The small pools of water sparkled intensely against the sun’s beaming rays as the clear white clouds floated so quietly in the sky. The flowers bloomed to the light, as a purple wave washed upon the land, flowing together with the wind like a vast sea. It has been quite some time since he had seen something so beautiful. Having been at the front watch post he could only see the bleak and endless valley littered with death.

He then noticed a familiar face: a unicorn with a light orange coat and a mane the color of an orange. He was huddled in a relaxed state of meditation in a luscious green patch of grass. The unicorn in meditation was none other than Officer Zeel, who was part of Carvon’s company, who had been stationed at the front with him. Carvon knew not to disturb him while he was in meditation, for he needed full concentration to fulfill the traditional raising of the sun.

In this early morning tradition given to the unicorns by Celestia, the elder and middle aged unicorns would awake at a similar time of the night bringing forth the sun. It is a natural sense that all unicorns are born with. From a young age this sense is dormant, however once they reach a sufficient age they can clear their thoughts and focus their energy on this ancient ritual. Once the sun is in clear sight, it takes to it’s normal course, moving the day along.

Carvon could hear hooves and chattering stallions past his door. The dinging of forks and plates could be faintly heard. The aroma of fresh bread and eggs filled his room. He stepped back from the windowsill and began to put on his gear. He packed his saddle bag and slung it onto his back while he trotted out the door. As he trotted down the hall towards the stairs he could see three recognizable soldiers sitting at a table. Tellick, a blue coated stallion with a grey mane, was sitting across from Denmark, who was bickering as usual.

Denmark held a careless look upon his face, as if he took no consideration in the words coming from Tellick’s unintellectual babble. Denmark’s white coat was worn and rough, housing burns and a large cut across his face. Though most of the blemishes were concealed by his armor and cloak, some were quite noticeable. His mane was a cyan color and also coarse in its look.

Kern was busy devouring his breakfast as if it was going to run from his ever hungry stomach. Carvon sometimes questioned if he was even conscious when he was eating a meal.

As Carvon trotted closer, he could hear Tellick jabbering on about his outrageous claims. This one was on how to grow carrots in a garden more efficiently. “All ya gotta’ do is grind up some carrots and mix it inta the soil! I’m tellin’ ya’ll it works,” Tellick exclaimed, flailing his forelegs.

Denmark just kept shaking his head. “No Tellick, I’m not sure what kind of hay you’re chewing, but carrots, leeks, potatoes, and every other vegetable grow because of water, daylight, and good soil,” Denmark said, putting one hoof to his face.

Carvon drew closer and was immediately noticed by Tellick, who dropped his conversation with Denmark. “Howdy Lieutenant Carvon,” Tellick said with a salute. In doing so, he tipped his plate over onto the floor; shattering the ceramic piece. Carvon hoofed his face and shook his head in embarrassment, a common gesture when Tellick was around.

Kern, who had several empty plates next to him, hadn’t even realized that Carvon had walked in, and was still plowing his snout into his food. Denmark stood with a salute. “Lieutenant Carvon, it’s good to see you well and able sir,” he said.

Carvon smiled. “At ease soldiers, and it’s good to see you guys in one piece as well,” he replied, pulling up a chair.

Denmark and Tellick returned to their seats at the table. Kern eased back in his chair, holding his stomach, with a newly finished plate in front of him. Kern then looked to Carvon and gave him a slow salute and held a happy look upon his face. “And Kern… On second thought, why am I even surprised…” Carvon said, looking at his large stack of plates in disapproval.

Carvon then scanned his group. “I can't say much to express my gratitude, but thank you all. I wouldn't be here if not for all of my brothers,” Carvon said, looking to them with sincerity.

Denmark looked to Carvon and nodded then took a drink of his apple cider. Tellick, picking up his plate, started to speak. “Well if not for them their patrol ponies, we probably wouldn't have made it back in time. It’s too bad that so many others couldn't be here to celebrate,” he said sadly.

Carvon looked to his group and then back down to the table. “We will hold a proper burial for our friends once we return to the front…” he said somberly.

Kern looked to Carvon and then panned the group. “Let us rejoice in their passing, though it is tragic we must remember that they died in battle. So long as they held love for our gods, death in battle will always bring you great honor. As it says in Divinity’s Bridal, ‘The Mare of light will give honor to all of those who follow her down the path of law and order. To fight for the belief of truth and justice in the name of Celestia. If your heart is true then judgment is abated.’ Couldn’t be any clearer,” Kern said proudly.

Carvon looked up back to the group. “Let us all take this moment to pay our respects,” he said bowing his head once more.

The table was quiet for a while as they sat. The morning sun had finally come to its natural course, as Zeel walked through the door to the inn. Denmark looked up and broke the silence. “The gods have heard enough of our pleas, let’s just enjoy the rest of our day,” he said hastily.

Kern just snorted and then nodded. Tellick looked up and around, then chuckled a bit. “Oh colt, those guys bought tons of firehay to celebrate. Of course I drank about ten shots before I passed out and I somehow ended up in my room on the floor. They sure kept this place alive. Why I remember one of them gettin’ up on top of this table here and dancin’ with some random mare, and might I say she was mighty pertty,” he gibbered.

Carvon smiled a bit and Denmark frowned as he looked at Tellick. “Yeah, I hauled your heavy flank up the stairs and dropped your worthless carcass on the floor,” Denmark said with a grin.

Carvon rolled his eyes as Zeel approached him. “Good morning Carvon, I can see that the side effects of the potion are far past and you’re well on your hooves,” Zeel greeted.

Carvon looked puzzled. “How did you know about the potions, Zeel?” he asked.

Zeel pulled up a chair and sat down. “Due to the substantial wounds inflicted on your side, I could only draw the conclusion that a potion would be required. Stitches and simple field tools would have prolonged the procedure and may have resulted in your death. The potion’s strong regenerative properties and magical chemicals mend the wounded area much faster than anypony could attempt to do with tactile-kinesis,” he said.

Carvon laughed a bit and then smiled. “Is there anything you don't know?” he asked sarcastically.

“Well knowing everything in our short span of life is improbable, though those with an adequate intellectual standard strive to grasp onto every bit of knowledge we can perceive or understand,” he elaborated.

Tellick looked over to Zeel. “Hey Zeel wouldn't grindin’ up carrots and spreadin’em in the soil help carrots grow better?” he asked.

Zeel looked to Tellick and then to Carvon and spoke in a monotone. “I stress adequate intelligence for a reason, yet I would prefer not to insult anyone's intellectual brain function.” He then looked back to Tellick. “Tellick, are your parents not farmers?” he asked.

Tellick lifted his foreleg in a joyous manner. “Well a’course they are, me and ma families been famin’ our whole lives!” he exclaimed.

“Well I would have no expertise in the matters of farming, therefore I could not answer that question with any credibility. I will leave this knowledge up to your own judgment considering your agricultural history,” Zeel said, as he turned to Carvon.

Tellick turned to Denmark and then bit his lip as if he wanted to say something. Denmark glared at Tellick. “Don't you speak, Tellick,” he said in a low tone.

“I told ya it works. See, Zeel said I was right and I know because I'ma farmer! Carrots grow better with carrots!” Tellick shouted.

Zeel sighed and looked to Carvon as Kern laughed. “Damnit Zeel!” Denmark exclaimed.

Zeel smirked as a mare came to him with a few cups of hot coffee on a tray. “Would you like some coffee, dear, or something to eat? You’ve been out there for quite some time,” she said.

“Yes ma’am. I'd like some coffee and sugar on the side please. I usually wouldn’t ask for sweets but the coffee cake I saw this morning looked delicious. I’d like a piece, and that’s all, thank you,” Zeel said.

She then looked to Carvon and smiled. “Okay, and how about you dear?” she asked.

“I’ll have the same thing but with scrambled eggs, and toast as well, thank you,” Carvon stated.

She gave them their coffee, placing it on the table with a little cup of sugar and some silverware rolled in napkins. “You got it hun, I'll have that cake here for you colts in a minute. Your toast and eggs will be a tad bit longer, alright?” she said as she began to trot away.

Tellick turned his head as she trotted away and a smile grew on his face. “Would ya look at that flank, isn't it a great view?” Tellick said.

Kern knocked him on the back of the head as they all chuckled a bit. “Have some respect you halfwit,” Kern said discreetly.

Tellick just rubbed the back of his head and looked down to the table. Denmark laughed again, amused with Tellick’s pain. The mare came back with the cakes and placed them on the table. “Here you go guys, enjoy,” she said with a smile.

The others held to their respective conversations as Zeel and Carvon sat quietly. Carvon put the sugar in his coffee and began to stir it in slowly. He had not sat with his friends in quite some time. As it swirled, he pondered on the simple joys in life which were hindered by the war. There wasn't much he could enjoy from the outside world with the constant need for soldiers.

After countless patrols through the same mundane, bleak paths, and hours spent in cold crowded sleeping quarters, the little things everypony took for granted became more appreciated. He couldn't even remember the last time he drank a good cup of coffee.

As the steam arose, he took a sip of his coffee. He felt the smooth liquid warm his body as the scent filled his senses with a homely feeling. He began to smile, then put his cup down as he saw Zeel taking a bite of the coffee cake. “How is it, Zeel?” Carvon asked.

Zeel patted his muzzle as he looked over to Carvon. “It’s quite enjoyable actually. The coffee gives it an excellent boost in flavor. I'm sure it’s obvious that they were made for one another. Who would have thought?” he said with a smile.

“Alright Zeel, I'll take your word for it,” Carvon said, cutting into the cake with his fork. He lifted the piece of cake and bit into it. It was sweet with a delightfully crunchy texture.

“It is exquisite, yes?” Zeel asked.

Carvon chewed the piece and swallowed. “I like it a lot Zeel; it tastes amazing,” he said.

“You should thank the mare, she baked them herself. In fact, here she comes with your eggs and toast,” Zeel replied.

The mare trotted up with his food and placed it on the table in front of Carvon. “Here you go hun. How'd you like the cake?” she asked with a cheerful smile.

Carvon looked up to her. “I think it’s great, thanks. Whoever made it is a great baker…” Carvon said.

She held her smile. “Oh thank you sweetie, I made them myself. I'm glad you like them,” she said with enthusiasm.

“Well I'll have to take some to go on our travels,” Carvon said.

“Oh splendid, I'll go get you some freshly baked cakes right away,” she said, loping back to the kitchen.

Zeel, just finishing his cake looked up to Carvon and raised his brow. “Well you seem to be acting a bit different, though it is obvious why,” Zeel said.

Carvon rolled his eyes taking a sip from his coffee. “As usual you’ve found me out. Damn you and your analysis of everything. Yes I think she’s… pretty, though there is nothing I could do in terms of dating. With such strict military scheduling and the pegasi war fleet on the rise, love is out of my grasp for now. I must leave her be.” Carvon said, cutting into his eggs.

Zeel just smirked. “Regardless of the current state you’re in, you could have at least asked for her name. However I can understand your point of view; love is complicated, and for us... it doesn't come easily,” he said.

Carvon swallowed his food and sipped some more of the still steaming coffee. “Well, I guess it wouldn't be too much to ask for her name, though I don't see any meaning in it,” Carvon replied.

Kern leaned over to Carvon. “Getting her name doesn’t mean you’re going to be falling in love, it just means you took the time to ask. It could mean something to her and nothing to you, and hey, I can tell she likes you,” he said quietly.

Carvon rolled his eyes. “What makes you say that Kern?” Carvon asked.

“She didn't offer me any extra cake for the road,” Kern said with a pouting look.

“You don't need any extra cake, you hog,” Carvon replied, stone faced.

Zeel and the others laughed a bit as Kern lifted his forelegs. “You’re going to give me some… right?” Kern asked, smiling.

Carvon poked at his eggs and picked out a parcel. “Of course I’ll give you a piece; just one though. I fear you may eat the whole batch if I give in too easily. I’m sure the rest of our friends here would want some as well,” Carvon replied.

Kern nodded and turned back to Tellick and Denmark, who were in their own world of debate. Zeel drank the last bit of his coffee and placed the cup on the table. “Yes, I’d enjoy a piece, though I'm not really one for sweets as you already know. Also, are you going to ask her name?” Zeel asked.

Carvon finished his eggs and sat staring into the black abyss of his coffee mug. The sounds of the tavern drew near to his ear and the morning light grew brighter with each passing minute. Ponies were coming in and out of the inn. Most of them looked like locals coming in for breakfast. Carvon picked up his toast and bit into it. The sweet taste of the warm butter and crunchy texture of the toast filled his mouth.

Carvon placed the piece back on the table and looked to Zeel. “Sure, I don't see why not. I guess just getting her name won't kill me,” he replied.

Zeel leaned in a bit closer to Carvon. “Strange, it took you quite some time to respond; was something troubling you?” Zeel asked in a low tone of voice.

Carvon looked at Zeel then back to the kitchen door where the waitress had gone. “Well… I guess it’s just me being worried is all...” Carvon said.

“Worried about what, Carvon? Are you worried that you will never find love?” Zeel asked.

Carvon picked up his toast. “Its not that, it’s just that I don't want to find that I love her, and have her love me in return, then have it be that in some twisted fate, the war consumes me,” Carvon said, biting into his toast.

“If I told you that you were wrong, then I’d hold to selfish ideals.” Zeel took a deep breath and began to explain. “It is a noble thought to think in such a way... caring for the feelings of that loved one who isn't currently in your life. Yet, those who go to war and have a lover, take the risk of leaving them behind in the event that they fall in combat. Are they selfish? In my opinion, no, they are not. Love is subjective and those who feel it cannot be condemned for it. If they so wish to be in love then let them. Who are we to tell them not to? In the end, love is what holds us together. There will always be a point when love can be no more, and only when we reach the Fields of Harmony can we live in peace with our loved ones.”

Carvon leaned forward and propped his head against his foreleg. “I agree, but running the risk of leaving someone you love, that feeling of failure… It’s not something I want to go through, knowing they will be left alone in this dark world. Eventually my love will get the best of me; I will find it some day,” Carvon replied.

Kern raised an ear and chimed in. “That you will; it is Luna’s bidding that all of her disciples receive love, whether it be in life or death. If love is found in life, a special spark will burn inside one another, even in death. That flame will never die, carrying over into the Fields of Harmony so that you may find one another and never be lost,” he explained.

“I only wish all ponies could hold to those values. I dont want to die without love, but I have faith in Luna. I know she will send it to me eventually,” Carvon said with confidence.

“It’s good you keep strong in your faith Carvon, for when the time comes, you will be rewarded,” Zeel replied.

“Thanks guys, for the support,” Carvon said.

They all sat quietly at the table as the tavern folk spoke amongst one another. Carvon finally finished off his coffee and set the cup on the table.

“I long for that day, to reach the Fields and live in happiness. To see my family once again and fill a space in my heart that cannot be replaced. It’s not my time though; the gods still find use in me and I will do all that I can to appease them,” Carvon said.

Kern nodded. “We will all make it there someday; to live a good life is to stay out of the plane of chaos,” he said.

“The thought of that place irks me; with all of our ill natured brethren on this planet it is hard to say who’s going to the Fields or not. I just hope my life is good enough for the gods,” Carvon said.

“Don’t worry Carvon, just keep to the Bridal and live with good intent,” Zeel said.

The mare came out of the kitchen holding a bag that was most certainly filled with coffee cakes. She trotted towards the table with a smile. Carvon looked to Zeel and then to Kern. Denmark sat quietly as usual, eased back in his chair. Tellick sat in his own world as they all knew he was gawking at her when she drew nearer.

She reached the table, placing the bag upon it. “Here you go hun, freshly baked. I’m not charging you for this; it’s on the house,” she said, winking to Carvon.

Carvon looked up to her and started to speak. “I wi-,” but was rudely interrupted when Tellick jumped the bolter. “I got this! No need for some perddy pony like yerself ta be cookin’ up some mighty fine pastries for free. I’d gladly pay ya for them there cakes,” he said.

Carvon rolled his eyes as Zeel and Kern hoofed their faces. Denmark grinned as Tellick held a sad excuse for a pouting face. She blushed a bit and leaned one hoof on the table, turning her head in a shy manner.

“Aww, thank you sweetie for the compliment. I guess I can't refuse such an offer from a gentlecolt,” she said bashfully.

Tellick snapped to his bag and shuffled his hoof around in it. He withdrew several bits from its holdings and put them on the table in front of her. Everyone else at the table saw it as a good opportunity to pay for their meals as well and put their money on the table.

Carvon looked over to her. “You’ve given us some great service, thank you…” he paused, as if he was expecting her name in response.

It clicked pretty quickly. “Oh my! My name is Vendra, my apologies for that; I usually would give my name. And what's your name, hun?” she asked.

“My names Carvon, these are some of my good friends, part of my detachment in the front. There’s Denmark, Kern, Zeel here and, well, you've already met Tellick,” he said, smiling to her.

Most of them gave her their respective gestures of acknowledgment and then turned to their own confines of thought. Tellick, on the other hand, just rested one hoof on his cheek and gave her a cheerful smile.

“It wasn't hard to tell that you were in the military, though not many soldiers have been through here in quite some time.” she said.

“Well, not too many of us get to come out to these smaller settlements very often. If it’s not a direct trade route to Whitepoint, or a patrol route along the front, other than that we usually don't see much else,” Carvon explained.

Vendra’s eyes lit up. “You’ve been to Whitepoint?!” she asked with glee.

Carvon held a confused but interested look on his face. “Of course I have; I’m sure most ponies who’ve joined the military have been to Whitepoint or Goldhoof for their training. Have you not traveled to Whitepoint?” he asked.

Vendra frowned and faced the ground, raising her eyes to him. “Well I've never really been anywhere out of Fair Fence. I have always wanted to travel to Whitepoint. Ponies have said that it’s the most beautiful city in the world; even the Crystal Empire’s Crystal Palace is second hoof to its majesty,” she said a little more cheerfully.

Carvon’s face held concern. “It is a beautiful city, though the comparison to the Crystal Palace may be a little bit far fetched. Why haven’t you gone?” he asked.

She smiled, then looked back to Carvon.”You’ve been to the Crystal Empire as well? I can’t believe it! You can’t be telling me you haven't seen much now. From Whitepoint to the Crystal Empire, I mean, that is some distance to have traveled,” she exclaimed, taking a moment to breath from excitement.

Vendra leaned closer to Carvon. “I haven't really had any time to travel, nor the funds. Sometimes, though, I feel that I may get home sick If I go away. I love my home. I'm just not sure how the outside world is going to be in comparison,” she said.

Carvon’s dull look began to break and a slight smile drew upon his face. He felt a way he hadn't in a long time: a strange build up of emotions curdled inside. Actual talking with a mare, and a beautiful one at that. Tellick leaned over and looked at the two suspiciously as Zeel turned his eyes to Tellick and eased back in his chair. Tellick began to open his mouth, as if he was going to say something. Just as Zeel saw this he lifted the spoon next to Tellick and clocked him on the muzzle with it.

Tellick sat back in his chair with a frustrated look upon his face. A tear dribbled from his eye as he rubbed his nose, muttering a bunch of jargon. Zeel smiled and began to talk with Kern and Denmark.

“If you're afraid of the world because of judgment, you have every right to be. However, do not let that stop you from finding your path. My father always used to tell me, ‘If fear is your binding then create a key; the only tools you need are in here,’” Carvon said, gesturing to his chest.

Vendra’s eyes motioned upwards in thought. “Hmm, I know what you mean. Though, it’s not as easy when your home has always been so peaceful. The only things I know of the outside world are stories from travelers who come into the inn every now and again. They usually talk of sad and terrible things. I mean, I know I can't judge the world from a few stories of terror, but… I guess… I’m just afraid,” she said, looking back to Carvon.

“Being afraid is one thing, but letting fear run your life is another. We’re all going to pass one day, though for most, it is quite hard to accept these things. In my opinion it just makes fear much more of a word rather than a feeling,” Carvon replied.

Her smile shifted straight, but she held her interest. “I guess you're right; I can’t fear the world... My mother keeps on telling me that I should get out for once and do what I’ve always wanted, and that’s traveling. Though it will take me some time to overcome my fear, I think I can do it,” she said, pausing and looking to the ground then back to Carvon.

There was a strange silence between the two and Carvon finally mustered up something to say. “Am I holding you up? I feel I’ve kept you for too long…” he said.

She smiled again. “Oh, no, of course not; I'm not too busy, nor do I mind talking with you,” she said.

Carvon nodded. “That’s good; I would have felt terrible if I had been stalling you. Speaking of travel, I believe we must be going; my friends here and I unfortunately have to return to our posts at the front,” he said somberly.

She looked sad. “Its fine, I understand that you guys need to be up there with the war and such. Just don't forget about us down here in Fair Fence, okay?” she said with a warm smile.

Carvon gave her a smile in return and sat up from his chair. “I won't forget you ponies. Just remember what I said, and thanks for the cakes,” he said.

She gave him a warm bashful smile. “Its fine hun, no big deal, just a few cakes… Don't you worry either, I won't forget what you said, in fact, I’ve already been considering it. I realise that no one had ever told me these things other than my mother, and now you. I guess all it took was an outsider’s thoughts…” she replied.

Vendera awkwardly stood for a second and then took one step closer to him, whispering, “Be safe, and may Luna guide you,” before standing back.

Carvon nodded turning to his ponies. “Alright, let’s thank our beautiful waitress and leave our bits at the table. We've got to head back to our post,” he said.

They all pulled from their packs the bits required of them. The sound of coins and the rustling of bags grew as they saddled up. Carvon placed the bits from his bag on the table and a few extra bits out of generosity. “Thank you guys so much for being so nice. You really did make my morning,” she said happily.

“Well I’m glad to hear it, and I hope the rest of your day goes well too,” Carvon replied.

She smiled cheerfully. “Thanks again!” she said, trotting off joyfully to the kitchen door.

Carvon watched her as she trotted away. His smile diminished to a slight look of dissatisfaction. Zeel looked over to Carvon as he touched Carvons shoulder. “There will be a time, Carvon. Love takes to us quickly if our hearts desire it. This can be misleading, grinding our own passion into dust. Just be wary and trust what Luna’s teachings bestow upon us,” Zeel said.

Carvon chuckled and then looked to Zeel. “I can only hold true to my faith and pray to our fair lady… Alright troops, let’s move out,” he said.

They all trotted out the door into the beautiful sun glazed valley. The cool breeze flowed through Carvon’s mane like the grasses around them. The sun’s rays touched their coats as the white clouds slowly rolled over the land. Shadows danced along the valley floor as they trotted down the path to there destination.

They walked for about an hour as thick overgrowth began to crowd around the road. The tall grasses slowly became thick brush and the sparse trees that once stood alone now converged to a dense forest. The sounds of birds and calming winds echoed through the woodlands as they trotted.

Carvon lead in front with Kern by his side as they held to a quiet conversation. Zeel trotted behind them silently, listening to the sounds of the forest. Tellick and Denmark strayed a few steps behind, keeping a close watch for anything strange.

“I just can't believe it. Our leave was coming up, and so many of our friends died before they could go home. We were so close, Kern,” Carvon said.

“It is hard to accept, and it is unfair and unjust, but war is cruel. I feel grief for all of our brethren, even our opposition,” Kern said.

Carvon turned his head in question. “How could you have any sympathy for them? They kill our kin and our unicorn allies and yet you feel for them?” Carvon inquired.

Kern stopped and looked Carvon in the eyes. “The pegasi are not our enemy, but merely a lost piece to our complicated, forgotten history. He replied.

Carvon thought for a bit then motioned to the rest of them who had also stopped trotting to move along. “I can't even begin to think of what's going on in Wintersing. It’s hard to believe that their civilization is still intact. I must say, if it’s not corruption or brainwashing, they have a great deal of loyalty,” Carvon said.

“I can only pray for a better solution. Too many have died over these false beliefs and this seemingly endless holy war,” Kern said quietly.

They trotted a ways down the path as the forest reached a dense patch. There was greenery everywhere with the occasional patch of flowers found along the path’s edge. Suddenly, the birds stopped chirping and the sound of branches and twigs breaking sounded through the forest, echoing in the distance.

Carvon motioned his hoof in a circular gesture. The four of them all quickly formed around him. They looked into the forest where the sounds were coming from.

Tellick’s eyes narrowed, peering into the forest, and then widened out of shock. “I see it! It’s-it’s ah, tim-timberwolf,” he said in a quivering voice.

There, a good distance away, a large timberwolf was crashing through the forest. It rustled leaves and branches, crashing into trees like a mad bull A green essence trailing from its snout and eyes as it moved. The large beast easily towered over them by half a pony and seemed almost larger than usual.

“What are your orders Carvon,” Denmark whispered.

“It doesn't look like we're avoiding this one. Its headed in our direction. Zeel, think you can hit it with an arrow?” Carvon asked.

Zeel drew an arrow from his quiver and readied his shot. “This isn’t going to kill it; ready yourselves,” he said, pulling the arrow back.

The hulking beast drew nearer, but didn't seem to notice them. The faint sound of the bow string thrung and the arrow flew towards its target. The arrow pierced into its leg, and a loud roar could be heard as the wolf turned to their direction. It charged at them, crashing through the brush, snarling and howling.

Zeel quickly drew his sword, stowing his bow. The beast leapt to them as they all jumped out of the way. It landed square in the road separating them. They all struggled to get up as it jumped for Tellick. The frightened pony rolled to his side as it landed next to him. He lashed out at it with his sword cutting at it’s leg. It let out a bellowing howl and staggered back off the road. Tellick stumbled to his hooves and moved to Denmark.

The wolf charged the two again ramming into Denmark knocking Tellick back off his hooves. Denmark was being trampled and lay on the road, struggling to get up. Kern loped towards the beast with his great sword drawn. He swung his massive blade into its back, hacking the beasts wooden hide apart. The timberwolf immediately turned to Kern and swiped at him, letting out a fierce roar. Kern dodged its massive paw, leaping back.

Zeel charged towards the wolf, sword forward as well as Carvon. Tellick got back on his hooves once more. Zeel took a slashed at the beast but it leaped out of the way. It jumped back at him swiping its massive paw. It struck his breast plate and knocked Zeel clear off of his hooves. He lay on the ground, gasping for air as Carvon slashed it’s side with his sword. The beast hit Carvon off the road into the brush.

Kern swung his sword at the creature once again. This time he missed, the creature bit at him, grabbing him by his saddle strap; Kern was thrashing around like a ragdoll. He released his saddle and fell to the floor. Kern lifted his hind legs for the beast was close enough to hit. He rolled over and kicked his legs out with all his might, thrusting the creature back a few paces. He then staggered to his sword.

As he reached his weapon the wolf had already lost its interest in him. It turned and headed to Denmark, who lay on the road alone, fighting to get up. Tellick jumped in front of the crippled wolf, swinging his sword at it. The beast let out a howl as its ear fell off of its head. It swiped, knocking Tellick to the ground. The wolf hovered over him, breathing heavily. He could see a faint black mist in the center of its green aura. An unnatural spike of fear went up his spine as he began to shake. The black mist flowed to him slowly, encompassing his head and almost putting him in a daze.

Tellick’s world turned to mist and blackened. The wolves face and the sky behind it faded, as he stood alone in the darkness, paralyzed by a heavy feeling of fear. A black bubble grew in front of him, bursting and letting out a moan. A hoof covered in a black liquid reached out as if trying to grasp for something. The snout of a familiar mare emerged from the blackened liquid. Screams of pain and terror scratch at his mind. He could see his mother and father crying out to him as they boiled in the black pit of liquid. Their skin slowly dissolved as they sunk back into the sludge, gurgling with their last amount of life. His blue eyes were slowly engulfed in the black mist as tears begin to roll down his face.

Denmark jumped onto the timberwolf’s back, stabbing it with his knife. The mist dissipated and Tellick’s eyes cleared to their natural blue. The creature jumped and thrashed all around, trying to get him off of its back. Denmark was flung off but landed back on his hooves. He then drew a small metal object from his bag.

Denmark looked to Kern with determination. Kern had just gotten up with his sword readying himself to charge. Before his attack Denmark shouted out a quick, “Leave him to me!” The Timberwolf slowly step towards him as Denmark stepped back. “Get down, Kern!” he yelled.

Kern jumped into the thick brush on the side of the road as Denmark threw the metal object that he had drawn from his bag. The object struck the wolf and an explosion scattered its pieces across the road. Denmark could feel the heat from the blast as he jumped to the floor covered by his cloak. He lay on the road, smiling to himself as the heat rolled over him.

As the explosion came to its end, smoke filled the air. A large amount of sticks and pieces of wood lay scattered across the road, somewhat charred and smoking from the blast. Kern lifted his head from the brush and looked around the road side. Carvon stepped out from the thick, brushing himself of twigs and leaves. He looked around. “Is everypony okay?” he asked.

Zeel sat up from his prone position. “I’m fine; I just took a slight blow to the chest there. I will be okay,” he said.

Tellick got up and staggered over to Carvon and Zeel. “I’m f-fine,” he said, still shaken from the wolf’s gaze.

Kern jumped from the brush and trotted to them. Denmark also moved to the group. “You took more than just a slight blow there Zeel; you just about passed out!” Kern exclaimed.

Zeel looked to Kern as he dusted himself off. “Well he got close to it,” he replied.

Carvon looked to Denmark as his friend trotted with a slight limp towards him. “Are you alright Denmark? The last thing I remember before blacking out was you on the floor,” he said.

Denmark grinned. “I gave the bastard what was coming to him,” he replied.

Carvon nodded. “I guess those bombs do have their uses sometimes. And what about you, Tellick, are you alright?” he asked, turning to Denmark.

“I’ll be fine, there was just somethin’ bout that wolf that didn’ seem right... It’s, eyes , I-I could...” Tellick paused and shrugged. “Maybe it was nothin’,” he finished.

“Perhaps it was sick? Most creatures are known to leave behind, if not kill those members who are lesser in strength or weak in any way. It also would seem even more likely since its pack is not feeding on us right this instant,” Zeel explained.

They all nodded in agreement. “I think that’s all it was, Tellick, a sick wolf that happened to stumble upon us,” Kern said.

Carvon began to pick up Kern’s things. “Nonetheless, it was still a timberwolf, and we should keep our eyes peeled for more of them,” Carvon said.

Kern looked around and saw his book, which had been lying on the floor but was miraculously unscathed. “Thank the gods,” he said with relief, dusting it off carefully.

They all began to pick up Kern’s things and put them in what was left of his saddle. “Terrible waste of food,” Kern said, trying to hold back a few tears.

“It’s okay big guy. I still have those coffee cakes, though, they might be smashed now,” Carvon said, patting Kern on the shoulder.

“I was hoping you'd say that,” Kern said with a smile.

Denmark hoofed Kerns bag to him. “Thanks. You're lucky to be alive, Denmark. Thank the gods for our protection,” Kern said.

“It had nothing to do with the gods, Kern. I paid a good amount for this blaze cloak and that's what saved me, not your gods,” Denmark lashed back.

Kern just took a deep breath and exhaled. “One day, Denmark…”

Denmark rolled his eyes. “Don't worry Kern, I'm not going to hate you for your beliefs; I’ll just have to put up with it,” he said.

“You two stop your bickering,” Carvon interjected. “The last thing we need is to argue. Just keep on the look out. Let’s press on,” he finished.

Denmark and Kern took back to their formation along with Zeel and Tellick. They trotted along the path, yet slower now, as they were beat and drained from their mishap in the woods. The forest breeze wafted past them as the trees swayed in the morning light.

“We’re getting closer to our post. Just a stretch past these trees,” Zeel said, trailing behind Carvon.

The chatter amongst them slowly dwindled and the sound of their hooves grew more apparent. The happy look upon their faces slowly faded. They all became aware of the inevitable scene in which they would all have to partake in the ritual, as the fallen soldiers await their leaders return

“Carvon, it’s been some time since we have seen death, especially with our own soldiers. Just know, when we get there, that the gods have already placed their judgment and all we can do is pray,” Kern said, looking to Carvon as they trotted abreast.

Carvon didn't look to Kern as they trotted along. “I have made my peace. They all fought bravely. They died for something greater than themselves, and that’s what counts,” Carvon said.

Kern noded. “I agree with you, and so long as you're okay... It’s hard for any of us to accept death, even in knowing of its true gift. We all lost some friends and there's nothing we can do about it.” he replied.

Carvon nodded and kept on trotting down the curved path. They passed the trees and thick running along the edge of the path. They had finally made it to the fortress. There were still a few spears scattered about its premises and smoke was still coming from behind the walls. They trotted slowly to the fortress with faces of sorrow in remembrance to the battle prior.

The guard on top of the wall looked down upon them and shouted, “Someone approaches!” A few soldiers stood at the gate as they drew near. They were not his ponies, but a detachment from the Whitepoint army. One particularly stood out from the rest as he trotted through the gate. Officer Briggs was who Carvon had given his medal to and the one he recognized.

The gate soldiers and Briggs saluted Carvon when he was close enough. Carvon looked to them. “At ease soldiers. It’s good to see you all, and it’s good to see you too, Briggs,” he said.

Brigg’s face looked shocked. “I couldn't be more blessed Carvon...” Briggs paused in disbelief. “By the gods... This is unbelieveable, am I looking at a spirit? It cannot be...you, the tunnel... I'm just glad to see you. You saved us, Carvon, I'm not sure what else to say, but thank you, ” Brigg’s eyes glistened a bit, but no tears were shed.

“You dont have to say anything; your thanks is good enough,” Carvon said.

There was a slight pause as they all stood in silence, then Briggs looked up as if to remember something. Briggs then reached into his side pouch and pulled from it the badge Carvon had given to him. “Looks like you're still in charge, so you might need this back,” he said, hoofing the badge to Carvon.

Carvon nodded and took the badge from him, placing it on his collar. “Thanks Briggs… We should get to burning the fallen and prepare for what may come to pass.” Carvon said, looking to all of his fellow ponies as he turned.

Briggs turned, moving into the fortress, as he motioned his hoof. “The ritual is already set; we just needed you to be here sir. We gathered all of the dead we could find, both earth pony and pegasus.” Briggs said.

As they walked through, the guards saluted, and those which Carvon had saved all thanked him. They all walked through the side gate which was closer to the cliffside. They could see the large wooden crematorium that had just been constructed. At its center was a white banner, decorated with the mark of Celestia. The bodies lay around it, placed in an orderly fashion.

“This isn’t right sir. We can't burn our soldiers with those vile creatures; I say we bury them in the dirt, where they belong!” Denmark yelled in frustration.

Carvon turned to Denmark with little emotion upon his face. “Denmark, restrain your tongue, you know the rules: ‘Respect is given to thy enemies as to our own kin.’” Carvon said.

Denmark became angered. “This is horse shit lieutenant! They just about killed you and you’re giving them your respects?! What-” he was stopped in his rage as Carvon twirled completely around.

“Corporal. If any more of this foul talk continues, I’ll have you court martialed,” Carvon cut him off, glaring at Denmark.

Denmark’s nose twitched as his eyes narrowed. He let out a snarl and said in a short but rough manner, “Yes sir.”

Carvon slowly turned as everypony trotted quietly to the wooden structure. There were already a few dozen soldiers there from the Whitepoint detachment awaiting their arrival. Amongst them were four members of The Spear which stood quietly to the side of the structure.

The slight breeze flowed from the vast valley cradled by death's touch. The suns rays blanketed them with a comforting warmth. Carvon looked to Kern as they stood near the crematorium. “Kern, you know what to do,” Carvon said.

Kern nodded and walked up to a table by the structure. On the table was a torch and an intricate canister of oil. He reached into his tattered saddle and pulled from it the book. He picked up the can of oil and trotted around the wooden structure, dousing the oil onto it, while reading from the book. After he made his rounds, he stopped at the table and carefully oiled the torch.

Kern trotted up to the structure and lit the torch. “Goddess Celestia, guide these warriors to the Grand Gates and grant them mercy. Your judgment is true. Your judgment is law…” Kern said as he lowered the torch into the base. The fire quickly spread around the structure as Kern stepped back and stood next to Carvon.

They all watched as it burned. The fire roared and crackled as the smoke began to rise. Carvon looked at the bodies slowly burning. The soldiers who lay in the fire looked content; their faces held no distress, no agony, just peace. The smoke danced into the sky as a warm glow illuminated those around the fire. The banner slowly caught fire as it dissolved into thin air.

Carvon looked into the smoke and could barely make out the faint apparitions of the soldiers floating into the heavens. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief. They faded into the blackened cloud and disappeared. A single tear rolled down his face. He couldn't tell if it was his mind playing tricks. He bowed his head and stood in silence. “Travel on, my brothers,” he whispered to himself.