Enter the defector

Canterlot, the city of the demi goddesses, capital of all Equestria, had been stirred up once more. The death of the two famous musicians has shock it to the core. The ponies had questions, but no answers to these questions. Who? Why? Coincidence or Conspiracy? Will be there more killings? All but a few had answers, but none had all the answers. And it was doomed to stay such way, as it was before through all the countless centuries.

One pony, who possessed half the answers, was trotting up the age old streets of Canterlot under the cloudy night sky. It was surely the Lunar goddess was in a bad mood. The mare stopped near a large turn of the road and gave a quick look towards the alley which been soaked in blood not so long ago. Like the night become curious to this mare, the light of Luna pierced through the clouds, illuminated her. The moonlight shone on her almost white, ice blue mane and tail. The sweat drops on her azure fur coat sparkled, and just like a deer cough in the light of a torch or a magical light she froze. She could feel in her veins the very spirit of the night burning through, paralyzing her. It's unthinkable piercing look sweep all her strength from her limbs, all courage from her heart, all coherent thoughts from her mind. The light disappeared shortly after, hidden by the thick clouds. Trixie shuddered from the sensation she just experienced, but quickly she continued her trot on the desolated street.

While the cold night air rushed over her azure coat on the dimly lit streets of the city, Trixies mind was racing, conflicted what was right and what was wrong. She got herself into some serious mess by joining the mysterious group of cultists in pursuit for more magical powers. She did acquire even greater powers, but at what cost. Killing monsters were a true cause in her book, killing innocent was not, even if it was in order to get said monsters down. The last two murders were done by the cult, and she fear for her own life, ever since she abandon them, ever since they crossed all lines by that unspeakable act of horror.

Trixie suddenly felt something pass beside her head, at incredible speeds, and give out a loud clang as embedded into the ground. Her heart skipped a beat as all those registered, a dagger just missed her head by inches. Trixie jumped and did a 180 turn while doing so. She could see a pegasie pony descend to the ground. She sport a large cloak covering up most of her features, but she had a light gray fur coat with black mane.

“Trixie Lulamoon, you are a shame, before, now and would be. And such shame must be washed away with blood.”

The azure unicorn gulped, fully aware she might not see the next sunrise. She had only one slight hope, that they sent only one cultist after her and not more.

“Lay down at once and I make death fast and merciful, try to fight back and I shall grant you a whole new world of pain before let you pass to Tartarus.”

She stood still as the pegasie began her advance, unfolding twin blades tucked under her wings. Unbeknown to her, Trixie began to charge her horn. One thing she came up with based on the cult age old spells to hide their presence. She almost perfected it, and could hide her magic, render it invisible to the naked eye.

“So you stand and fight? Very well, i'll make it extra slow for you, traitor!”

Trixie jumped away, but not one way, there was suddenly 10 Trixies go in 10 different directions at high speed. The assassin was surprised but continue her charge aiming for the nearest illusion. She slashed and the sound of flesh, blood and bone, cutting nearly half the reared up Trixie, spilling her innards and mass amount of blood, the body began to fall back down the ground while having a satisfied sick smirk on her face. Then it disappeared in a puff of smoke. Everything, even the spilled blood, from the ground, from the blade she struck with, from her cloak and muzzle. Whirlwind Dancer was shocked, this was an illusion far surpassing anything ever she witnessed or knew of. Snapping out from her shock saw all the remaining 9 Trixies bolt in different directions. She could curse only, thick and heavy curse poor from her lips as she darted after the nearest clone to take it down.

Trixie was scared, she was an illusionist, not a fighter, sure she learned the basics while among the cult, but she was unarmed, and she didn't know any good combat magic, not one that could take down a magically enchanted cult warrior, and one of the most experienced one at that. To make things more nasty for her, she could feel all of her clones, so she got a perfect glimpse what’s like being torn nearly half by a wing blade of Whirlwind Dancer. She ran faster for her dear life, zig zag now between narrow alleyways behind the main streets in the hope she can shake off the assailant.

Whirlwind Dancer was truly enraged, a shame, a failure, a traitor make a total fool out of her with her illusions. She now had worse in-store for the azure mare than death, even if would go against the will of the cult elders. Suddenly she saw one clone in her vision, make her way out from the alleyway bellow and run beside a drunk earth pony stallion. Faster than one could blink she dived down, with both her blades out. Only a loud explosion could be heard as winds rushed out carry dust, gore and blood. The ground dent in with deep cracks where Whirlwind stood now, rising to her full height slowly as both ponies beside her fall to the ground, cut in half. Both gave a surprised and shocked look as life left them. Tears forming in their eyes as they rapidly become milky, lifeless. Then a sudden puff on the right side signalled it was yet another clone, while the poor sod stallion on the left land in a heavy, and wet, blood soaked splatter, twitching occasionally as blood still pumped out by it's heart alongside all possible body fluids.

The neighborhood stirred up by this ruckus. And now Whirlwind Dancer found herself soaked with the real blood of the pink stallion. Biting her lip she crouched down while spread her wings upwards, followed by another sudden explosion force as launched herself high into the sky, stirred up large amount of dust once again to mask her escape.

From high above she could see as light came to life in the homes below. She also noticed two other clones from the distance. The pegasie inhaled deeply, closed her eyes, and threw two blades at sickening speed towards the distant targets, both dropped to the ground, and shortly after vanished in a cloud of smoke. She cursed again silently, why she did not aim to kill right away, why she had to give the speech to that miserable unicorn mare. Then she shot off into the distant dark night, her target got away, she had failed her cult, her masters.

The unicorn still run, not aware her assassin gave up, she was way terrified down to the very soul, the images from her clones, haunt her. That poor pink stallion had nothing to do with all this, yet was slain like a worthless soul. Tears flowing down from her eyes in thick streams, they supposed to protect the ponies from horrors, instead they become horrors killing them. It didn't even registrate to Trixie as she rammed into a group of night guards who been just sent out to investigate the chaos, effectively knock of larger, stronger stallions of their hooves before the others took down the panicking unicorn mare. Took four guards to pin her down and tie her up, apply more than one magic restrainer rings on her. Trixie gave up, she stopped struggling, all shouts, all around her blurred out, the magical backslash, the memories of the clones flooding back into her, the fatigue of running for her very life have taken their full tool on the azure illusionist as she descended into full shock then and there.

Several dozen of clopping hooves echoed through the Royal Castle at the middle of the chaotic night. Outside Night Guards everywhere where one could look, as well Royal Sun Guards began swarm the place, walls, the garden, all entrances as the group made its way towards the throne room of the royal sisters, dragging along the azure mare unceremoniously on the ground.

Trixies side hurt, hurt badly as she been dragged on the ground. Regardless all the pain, soreness she was kind of relieved. It was over for her, and even so, in her final moments she might be able to do something good to atone for her crimes by fully exposing the cult and their secrets she have learned.

The group of Elite Night Guards reached the throne room, and it's massive golden gates opened swiftly, swiftly, without hindering them even for a moment. As Trixie looked up the massive doors and arch as the marble floor kept assaulting her bruised and burnt side, a new found dread sank into the young mare's heart. Slowly she level her look forward, away from the ceiling and it's comforting heights, towards the dual throne. Both being occupied by it's respective owners, princes Celestia, and princes Luna. And the very moment Trixie's eyes meet Luna's, which was filled with unimaginable rage as shone solid white, the poor azure mare couldn't even swallow from the sheer horror. She feared she might been better off being cut down by Whirlwind Dancer. Trixie tried to will herself as small as she could, trembled in pure fear before the demi goddesses of the land.

“Rise my loyal subjects.”

Spoke Celestia with a calm but commanding voice, and so the guards rose from their bow which the unicorn haven't even notice. Then the Sun goddess continued.

“I would never though I see you again Trixie Lulamoon, not such way, especially after you take on better ways to my knowledge.”

“THE FILT SHALL BE ERADICATED WHO DARE TO HURT OUR SUBJECTS AND TAINT OUR BEAUTIFUL NIGHT!”

Luna howl in her Royal Canterlot Voice, louder than ever before anypony could remember, shattering the throne room windows with sheer strength and send the poor guards, along side with Trixie, blown away as far as the middle of the large throne room. Luna was ready to rush at the defenseless mare and only stopped by her elder sisters calm white hoof. Luna eyes glow white, muscles ripple on her body that nopony ever witnessed. The Elite Guards were truly terrified, it was a spectacle to behold, and fear with right. After a few long moments Celestia spoke again, quietly, calmly to her younger sister.

“Lulu, let me try short this out for you. She may very well hold vital information for us that could aid us stopping this age old madness.”

There was no response at all from the Dark Alicorn of the Night, nor any movement. That was the clue for Celestia to move forward with regal steps, each golden shoes echo through the painfully silent throne room. Trixie suddenly felt she been lifted into the air, a golden aura of Celestia encompasses her with it's warm and tingling sensation of the summer sun.

“Trixie, we need answers, and I’m afraid I will take them as our subject's life hangs in the balance, do not try to fight it, as if you do, you will experience a fate worse than 100 agonizing slow death.”

And as she finished what she wished to say to Trixie, Celestia touched her horn to her forehead, Trixie could see herself in the pink eyes of the White Alicorn, the reflection of her own worn out, tear filled eyes, bags underneath, pleading for mercy, full of regret, without the spark of life, future ahead. Then slowly a blinding ball of light engulfed both of them as Celestia searched the very mind, the very soul of this, at best, troubled mare.

The strong, blinding light illuminated the night near the throne room of the castle as flooded through the now shattered windows.

Author's Note

Okies, heres the newest Chapter, more will follow soon, but first will have a newer chapter for 'Trinity - Nature' first ;)

Any ideas or comments are welcome! ^^