Dominus Noxby Golfmann14ChaptersThe ChallengerTaking What's MineA New BeginningThe ChallengerSunset awoke to the dreadful shrillness of the morning army bugle, his eyes snapping open as the men of the 21st Equestrian Cadet Guard awoke. Groaning softly, he climbed out of the warm embrace of his bedroll and into the dim, chilly sunrise. The tent city, basked in the radiance of the early sunrise, sprang to life as the residents made their preparations for their first day of basic training. Yesterday was brutal. Sunset thought, rubbing his eyes. He plodded sluggishly through the damp morning grass, making his way to the mess tent where the line for food had already formed. Still half-asleep, Sunset listened to some of the recruits conversations. “And so I said to the guy, those ain’t my mares!” With that, the group in front of him bellowed with laughter. Rolling his eyes, Sunset took an inventory of the camp. It was comprised of many identical army-green tents emblazoned with the Equestrian Guard insignia: a shield encompassing both the day and the night with the crescent moon in the blazing sun. Even though he was completely exhausted, and his mind was foggy, Sunset couldn’t help but remember the one thing that had haunted his mind all night: the black figure. It’s nothing. You were just tired and seeing things. He told himself. I’m just being paranoid. He pushed the thoughts from his mind as the Drill Sergeant emerged from his lavish tent, marching authoritatively towards the gathering recruits. “ATTENTION LADIES! I HOPE YOU GOT EVERY OUNCE OF SHUT-EYE YOU COULD MANAGE BECAUSE NOW THE REAL TRAINING BEGINS! I’D LIKE TO START BY SAYING THAT THERE IS NO RACIAL BIGOTRY IN THIS GUARD! YOU ARE ALL EQUALLY WORTHLESS TO ME AND YOU ALL WILL BE TREATED AS LIVESTOCK! IS THAT CLEAR?” “SIR, YES SIR!” “NOW, ANY CONTRABAND YOU MAY HAVE BROUGHT ALONG WITH YOU IS FORFEIT. THIS INCLUDES WEAPONS, FOOD, AND CIVILIAN CLOTHING. PLACE THEM IN A PILE IN FRONT OF ME. IF ANY OF YOU FILLIES WANT TO KEEP YOUR TOYS, PROVE THAT YOU ARE A SOLDIER! HIT ME ONCE IN A HAND-TO-HAND DUEL AND YOU CAN RECLAIM YOUR BELONGINGS AT ANY TIME! OTHERWISE, THEY WILL BE RETURNED TO YOU WHEN AND IF YOU GRADUATE FROM THIS ACADEMY. ANY TAKERS? NO? GOOD! MOVING ON--” A mare’s confident voice rang out, “I will challenge you, I ‘ave no equal!” Her voice seemed broken, like this was her second language. Sunset strained his neck to see who had called out. His eyes were drawn to a light purple mare pushing her way through the crowd towards the Drill Sergeant. Another voice piped up, “Hey I know who that is! That’s Lavender Blade! She’s the renown duelist from Canterlot!” “WELL WELL WELL, I BET YOU THINK YOU’RE HOT STUFF! COME AT ME THEN, SHOW ME WHAT YOU CAN DO!” The recruits, hearing the uproaring challenge, gathered around the two and formed a large circle in the slick grass. The stage was set for the duel as the challengers took to their respective sides. “Stand ready!” Lavender Blade cried out. She lunged at the Drill Sergeant, narrowly missing him. She lunged once more, missing again. The Drill Sergeant caught her out of position and now it was his turn to be on the offensive. He let out a great battle cry and swung at her with his muscular hooves. His assault was relentless, and Lavender Blade could barely hold him off. Finally she found an opening and ducked through one of his punches and spun around behind him. She saw her chance and took it, throwing a well aimed punch for his right flank. The Drill Sergeant, to her dismay, was too quick. Lavender recovered from the miss and continued her attack. She delivered punch after punch. It was a spectacle to see. Her hooves seemed to move like bullets, flying back and forth. The recruits surrounding the pair began chanting and cheering the two on. This drew the attention of several passersby who stopped to watch the scene. The Drill Sergeant blocked every one of her blows as it came. Interrupting her rhythm, he tried to return one. However, Lavender had an uncanny knack for not being there when he lashed out. It looked as if she was waltzing across the ground. Then, in one final burst of speed, Lavender threw punches on all sides, darting from one angle to the next. She was slowing, however. Noting this, the Drill Sergeant blocked one after another with an eerie expression of calm set upon his face. It was then Lavender lost her footing in the damp morning grass, and faltered. She could only watch as the Sergeant's incoming foot from swept her legs out from under her. She fell with a heavy ‘WOMPH’; the cheering crowd grew silent. Rising out of his battle pose, the Drill Sergeant’s bellowing voice rang out. “IT’S TRUE, YOU HAVE NO EQUAL. NOBODY IS AS BAD AS YOU! NOW, ANY MORE CHALLENGERS? ANYONE AT ALL? I’M NOT READY TO BE DONE YET, THANKS TO LITTLE MISS DUELIST.” Whimpering at her damaged pride, Lavender got up slowly and exited the makeshift arena.The Drill Sergeant scanned the group, looking for a target. “YOU!”, he bellowed, “IT’S YOUR TURN!” Everyone cleared a path for the pony he pointed at, Sunset Aegis. Sunset Aegis put on his most confident face, even though he was terrified inside. I hope this works. “Sir, if you’re going to call me forward to fight you even though I didn’t volunteer, I ask that we fight on my terms, like soldiers sir.” He said, calmly, using every acting skill he had to sound confident. The Drill Sergeant thought for a moment, then replied. “IF YOU MEAN WHAT I THINK YOU MEAN THEN I ACCEPT, NOT LIKE A WEAPON WILL DO YOU ANY GOOD. NOW GIMME YOUR BEST SHOT!” The two combatants drew their respective weapons. Sunset wrapped his magic around the hilt of his father’s shortsword, and unsheathed it. The memories of his father putting him through rigorous swordplay exercises came flooding back, as his instincts took over and the jeering crowd melted away around them.The Drill Sergeant, drawing his guard’s knife, decided to take the offensive and charge Sunset. Caught off guard, he parried the blow and countered with one of his own. The pair continued to gauge each other’s tactics, delivering and parrying blow after blow. Suddenly, the Drill Sergeant gave a sweep kick, attempting to knock Sunset down. He jumped, narrowly avoiding the blow and swiped at his Sergeant. To Sunset’s dismay, the grass was still slick with morning dew, making him falter upon landing. Not wasting a moment, the Drill Sergeant came at him with much fervor. Rolling out of the way of the barrelling sarge, Sunset avoided the attack, but the Drill Sergeant’s titanic blows came for him once more. The spectators could almost feel the heat of the clanging metal as they connected over and over. With each swing, the sounds of battle rang through the camp. Losing ground, Sunset Aegis switched from his dwindling magic to a mouth grip on his sword. Armed with a different style, he parried a blow from the Drill Sergeant and gave a mighty swing. The Drill Sergeant, not seeing it coming in time, ducked. When he recovered to his full height, he noticed a piece of his hat fluttering to the ground. “LOOKS LIKE YOU HAVE SOME SKILL WITH THAT TWIG MAGGOT! BEINGS AS YOU RUINED MY HAT, ALL YOU’LL BE KEEPING IS THAT SWORD. I MADE A FRIEND TODAY, A VERY SPECIAL FRIEND. WHATEVER THE REST OF THE RECRUITS DO, YOU WILL DO DOUBLE! NOW LET’S PUT YOU INTO TRAINING SQUADS! SEPARATE INTO THREE GROUPS: UNICORNS, PEGASI, AND EARTH PONIES.” Sunset Aegis moved to the unicorn group, wanting to collapse. I can’t believe it. I didn’t even hit him! I only nicked his hat. Wow he’s good. Sunset tried to keep to himself, he already drew too much attention now as it was. There were about seventy recruits total, a very small number in his own unicorn group. Glancing around, it appeared as though the pegasi were second in members to the earth ponies, and unicorns were of course last in number. Once everypony was in their respective groups, the Drill Sergeant shouted, “WHEN I CALL YOUR NAME, STEP FORWARD. EVERY FIVE NAMES CALLED WILL BE A SQUAD! ONCE YOUR SQUAD HAS BEEN CALLED, FORM UP AND REPORT TO THE SPARRING GROUNDS. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?” “SIR, YES SIR!” “SQUAD ONE WILL BE: FURIOUS CRIMSON, ARCTIC STORM, SPARKS, LAVENDER BLADE, AND MY NEW BEST FRIEND SUNSET AEGIS! SQUAD TWO WILL BE…” The five members of Squad One moved out of the amassed group and acquainted themselves as they walked briskly away from the camp. “Zat was a great fight with ze Sarge back zer!” Lavender exclaimed, clapping Sunset on the shoulder. Looking at her up close, Sunset couldn’t help but let his eyes wander. She had the most lovely violet highlights in her mane, and he could smell a faint scent of lavender in her ruffled coat. “Thanks,” he said shyly, “you too.” “Maybe I can learn some of zose moves you used back zer.” she said, winking flirtatiously. Sunset Aegis blushed when suddenly, a stout yellow mare with a jumped in front of the group. "That was some great fighting back there Sunrise!" she said, enthusiastically. Suddenly, a large muscular hoof shot out, slapping the mare upside the head. “It’s Sunset Aegis ya swit! Name’s Furious Crimson, but you can call me Scar for short.” a stallions voice said in the direction of Sunset. He could tell Scar was a big guy just by the size of the hoof. Turning, he confirmed that suspicion. Scar was a grey, tall, well-built stallion with a black, flowing mane. “Oh so youze is a tough guy huh? ‘Scar’ what kinda nickname is dat anyway? Sheesh, everywhere a pony goes there’s gotta be mooks like you. You ain’t so tough.” Spark’s Manehatten accent was thick. “You’re the one ta talk pipsqueak, I eat small-fries like you for breakfast.” Scar replied, unfazed, walking beside the eccentric yellow pony. “Eh, don’t mind them Sunset.” a white stallion said, trotting along beside him. “My name is Arctic Storm. Looks like we’re all off to a good start getting acquainted…” he said, shrugging towards the bickering squad members. Aegis chuckled as they arrived at the sparring grounds. The sparring grounds were made up of several dirt circles arranged in rows. Five circles were lain in a row, and four in a column. They were made wide enough for two combatants, but small enough to simulate close quarters hand-to-hand combat. Some higher ranking cadets were already locked in battle in some of the rings while officers barked at them. “Well zen, shall we begin?” Lavender asked the group in her broken tongue. Sunset gulped. This is gonna be a long day. Author's Note Oh drill sergeants.... Chapter written by the astounding MageTrollpatrol with the editing efforts of the great and powerful Golfmann14 Once again, thanks for the read and criticisms are welcomed in the comments below. Taking What's Mine“Wake up sister. Dawn has arrived.” Luna said quietly, shaking Celestia awake. Groggily rising, Celestia stretched out her stiff legs, and yawned. “Thank you dear sister,” she said, gazing at Luna, “but why is your mane in such disarray? You weren’t out with some handsome stallion were you?” Celestia said, winking at her younger sister. Averting her eyes, Luna quickly matted down her mane as best she could. "You should be careful. Ponies might get... suspicious." 'Tia said, raising her eyebrow. “Oh please sister, who is awake to be suspicious? Besides, you would be hard pressed to find somepony who isn’t terrified of me.” Luna said with a twinge of pain in her voice. Celestia sighed. “Luna please, you know it’s not like that. The denizens of Equestria love you. Ponies sometimes have strange ways of appreciating things. They bask in my sunlight and sleep in your night. Ponies need a serene, peaceful place to sleep. Your night gives them just that. So please, understand that the ponies love you and your night.” “I suppose.” Luna said, raising her head. “Alright, I had better get a start on some paperwork. Try and get some rest.” Celestia said, gently. Luna exited her sister’s room as quietly as she had entered, made her way towards her own. Maybe she’s right. Maybe they really do appreciate me. I’ve never thought about it that way… Luna was lost in her thoughts as she rounded a corner and bumped into a courier. “Oh I am so sorry Princess! I wasn’t watching where I was going!” the grey stallion exclaimed hurriedly. Luna rubbed her head, “Oh that is quite alright. It was my mistake.” “Say, you wouldn’t happen to know when the Summer Sun Celebration is would you? I’m a huge fan of Celestia and I can’t wait to meet her! I know it’s still a month away, but I am just dying to know.” Anger welled up in the pit of Luna’s stomach. Her expression grew stern as she whirled around and stomped off to her room. Slamming the door behind her, she threw the lamp on her nightstand onto the floor. AUGH! I can’t stand it! It’s all about her isn’t it?! Luna isn’t good enough for you or anyone! I never was! Luna ran over to her bed and grabbed a pillow. And she screamed. In frustration. In anger. In sorrow… A few weeks passed, and the physical training gave way into more advanced squadron tactics. Sunset and his squad learned skills such as besieging a castle, defending an escorted target, and using a variety of different weapons for various situations. It was into week four of training when the psychological tests began. At first, it began simply enough: stay awake through the night and endure the next without falling asleep. This was to prevent falling asleep while on a basic watch duty. However, a few exercises and tests turned into many a day. Recruits started to reach their breaking point. Sunset was no exception. The weight of it all bore down on him heavily. One night, his resolve broke and he had had enough. He stormed out of the mess hall, and trudged off to a nearby boulder. Plopping down on the rock, he buried his head in his hooves as hot tears ran down his face. What were you doing coming here Sunset? I’m hardly cut out for all this Guard stuff! My legs feel like they're on fire, my arms are jelly, and for what? I miss home. A stallion can only take so much...something’s gotta give...what do I do? Someone! Someone come and rescue me! Save me from myself! It’s all falling apart and I’m not worthy of being a Guard anyway. I should just lea- “I guess I am not ze only one who thinks I am not cut out for zis training.” A familiar voice came from behind him. Sunset jumped up, wiping the tears from his face. He then whipped around to see who it was. “Oh. It’s just you. Do you need something?” He struggled to speak, as his voice was caught in his throat. “Well zat depends on you. I need you to stay in zis training. We all do. As much as you don’t see it, our squad looks to you for leadership. You bring everyone together, and it makes working together zat much easier.” Lavender’s voice faltered for a moment. “And… I need you. I need you… to stay with me. You make me happy and you’ve made staying here worthwhile.” Lavender said, seemingly on the brink of tears as well. It took a moment for Sunset to speak. He drunk in her words, thinking them over carefully. Lavender sat down beside him, and he fell back down into his spot. Then, he spoke. “Lavender, when I first saw you here I thought you were a haughty and fancy pony. Now that we’ve been together for these past weeks, I see who you really are. I don’t know what to feel. When I’m around you, everything feels better. When I’m around you, I could conquer anything. I’m just-” Sunset was cut off by Lavender leaning in and kissing him. At first he resisted, but then he relented, kissing her back and closing his eyes. The entire world melted around him, and he knew that this was the place he needed to be; nowhere else but here. With the encouragement from one another, the brotherhood of Squad One grew strong and they endured the challenges of week four successfully. However, week five was known as “The Cutting”. Each squad would be presented before their commanding officer and given a progress report. If you hadn’t met the high standards of the Guard, you were cut, and had to try again next year. “I’m nervous.” Sparks said, anxiously. “Don’ worry ‘bout it. Everything will be fine. We’re probably one of the best squads.” Scar said, trying to cheer the yellow mare up. “Yeah Scar is right guys!” Sunset said, enthusiastically. I hope. “I concur with zat statement. After all, we ‘ave no equal!” Lavender Blade said, putting her hoof over Sunset’s shoulder. The squad had grown close over the weeks they spent together training. Even Sparky and Scar seemed to get along now. Sunset couldn’t help but smile. The squad arrived at the commander’s tent, and waited patiently outside the entrance. “Squad One. You may enter.” The squad threw open the flaps to reveal a spacious living quarters. They were only allowed a couple seconds to take inventory of their surroundings, as the officers in the room immediately addressed the squad. There were five stallions seated at a large wooden table at the center of the room. In the middle was their Drill Sergeant, who addressed them first. “Thank you for coming. I’m sure you all know why you are here, so let’s get down to business. I’m sure you know me, but seated around me are several instructors you may not know. All the way to your left is Fang. He specializes in stealth and assassination, as well as having a very extensive knowledge in foreign politics. Next to him is Noximilien. He specializes in stealth and various special operations tactics. To your right is White Wing. Flight is his forte as well as aerial combat and reconnaissance. Finally to the far right is a personal friend of mine, Starswirl. He is the magic and arcane arts instructor here at the Guard Academy. Now that we all are acquainted, are you ready to begin Squad One?” “Sir, yes sir.” they replied in unison “Good. Well I’ve gotta hand it to you guys, despite your mistakes you always found a way to get through the challenges thrown at you. Let’s start with you Sparks. Your aptitude for trebuchet and catapult machinery and repairs is exemplary. Several of our own mechanics would have taken hours to fix what you can do in ten minutes.” “Thank you sir.” the yellow mare replied happily. “Scar, you have shown us great prowess while wielding two hoofed weapons as well as blunt weaponry. Not just anypony can use such heavy weapons, but you wield them as though they are your common dagger.” “Thank you.” Scar said humbly. “Arctic, we have witnessed your unconventional strategy in a number of the war games you and your squad have gone through. The noose maneuver is a difficult thing to pull off. However, you were able to describe it, and implement it to your team so that you could claim victory. You have great leadership potential.” “I am honored, sir.” Arctic said, bowing his head slightly. “Lavender, although you lost in the arena, the tactics you used were highly advanced for any recruit. We don’t commonly see ponies as prepared and headstrong as you are.” “Zank you.” Lavender said, with a smile. “That only leaves you, Sunset.” the Drill Sergeant said, sitting back in his chair. “Never in all my years has anybody used a shield spell to cross a lake.” Sunset smiled sheepishly as the Sarge shifted position and spoke again. “We have been watching you and your squadmates very carefully and have come to the decision that you will be graduating from this academy. You will begin specialization training effective immediately. The reason for our specialist training is to bring out the strengths you possess, to make you an elite fighting machine: The Defenders of Equestria. Now, what say you? Will you agree to put forth every ounce of effort in your being to become the greatest guardians of your homeland? Will you lay down your life for your brothers and sisters in arms? And will you, Squad One, uphold the the honor code of this guard, no matter what the cost?” Sarge said firmly, rising out of his seat. “Sir, yes sir” the entire squad said in unison. “You are dismissed. You will be put into your new specialist teams once all squads are finished with evaluation.” With that, Squad One ducked out of the tent quickly. They quietly crept a few tents over and let out their elation. “YEAH! WE DID IT!” Sparks said, jumping up and down. “I mean...uhhh….’o course we did it. Yeah.” “WOO HOO!” Sunset said, giving Scar a high hoof. He was grinning from ear to ear. This is what he had worked his butt off for five straight weeks for. This was the reward. He made it into the Royal Guard. All the homesickness and fatigue gave way to joy and relief. He knew in the back of his mind that it wasn’t over yet, however. “I always knew we could do it. Zat is why we were put in a squad no? To succeed! And succeed we did!” Lavender Blade had a smile from ear to ear on, who, overwhelmed with happiness, took Sunset’s face in her hoofs and gave him a kiss. A unified, “Ooooooooh!” came from Sunset’s squadmates as his face turned red and he collapsed, out of breath. Lavender just winked at them, and smiled as they closed their gaping mouths. The night watch that looked over the Canterlot halls was never eventful. In fact, some might say it was downright boring. On this night, however, the usual silence was broken by the muffled footsteps of a mysterious cloaked figure. It crept about, looking around every corner, and making sure there were absolutely no witnesses. Upon reaching the front gate and it spoke quietly to the guards standing by, waving a hoof, as if dismissing them. The guards’ low voices cut through the air in a soft reply, as to not wake the demons lurking in the shadows. “Of course, my liege.” One guard said. “Right away, my Queen.” The other replied. “Good. Everything is going according to plan. Report back to me when you’ve finished immediately. Now, get going. Events have been set in motion, to where they cannot be stopped. Our time is almost upon us.” The mysterious figure said, gesturing to its saddle bags. “Yes my liege,” both guards said in unison, upon which they saluted and trotted away. This exchange did not go unnoticed, however. An unseen pair of eyes--of which belonging to a drunken insomniac from the local tavern who had inexplicably wandered into the castle unnoticed-- watched this conversation from behind a marble pillar. He couldn’t help but notice the all too familiar stature of the cloaked figure. It was very similar to that of Princess Luna, strangely enough. Although this suspicion tugged at his mind greatly, the stupor of mead was overwhelmingly present, and all the problems in the world faded from his mind. Who would trust the word of a drunkard anyway? Author's Note Provided you have read to this point, this chapter was the hardest one to write by far. Although we kind of rushed the training aspect, there is much more important activities to come. We tried to keep the pace as nice as possible without wrenching the reader about trying to figure out when and where events were happening. However, this chapter is essential to the plot in several ways. You'll have to keep reading to find out though ;3 Chapter was written by partisan majority leader Golfmann14 and by cheeseburger overlord MageTrollpatrol. I repeat. Criticism and suggestions are always welcome! Thanks for the read! A New BeginningThere it is. Canterlot Castle. The austere symbol of the Royal Sisters’ grace, fortitude, and everlasting willpower. I hadn’t believed my father when he told me it was so big! Not to mention the welcoming cobblestone road leading right up to it. It’s such a nice change from the harsh gravel of our village. It’s even lined with flowers?! This just keeps getting better and better! We never had enough money for flowers to line our streets! Am I underdressed? I mean, it is my first day and all at the one and only Canterlot palace! I think ponies are starting to stare. Wait, did I take a wrong turn? My map says I should be right here. Oh wait. The castle is right in front of me. I hope nobody saw that. I took that map course for nothing then? Ok, well I wonder where the line is for-- “Oof!” Sunset Aegis exclaimed as he slammed into something, interrupting his thoughts and sending his saddlebags down the Canterlot Castle steps. Rubbing his head, he turned to see what he had run into. “Get offa me ya mook! Ain’t chu got no manners?” the stout yellow pony in front of him said angrily. Head down, Sunset quickly tried to gather his things as he let out a weak, “Sorry.” She sounded like she was from Manehattan... and pretty peeved at me. Sunset thought as he meekly replaced himself in line. Today was the first day of training for incoming Equestrian Guard recruits. Sunset had waited his whole life to leave his small village and make a name for himself out in the world. The very hour he became of age, he signed up, air-mailed his application, and was officially accepted 3 weeks later. It was the happiest day of his life. Upon his acceptance, a mandatory doctor’s physical examination was required, but he passed without a hitch. Here at the castle, however, the Royal Doctor’s physical would need much more than a small-time village doctor’s approval to pass. “NEXT!” an impatient voice rang out as Sunset neared the entrance to the castle. There were only two ponies in front of him as two medical assistants stepped forward, took their information and led them to one of several screening tents for the physicals. “NEXT!” barked a nearby assistant. Sunset stepped forward towards an awaiting pony in a lab coat. “Name, gender, and race please.” he said, unenthusiastically. “Erm. Shouldn’t you be able to tell by looking at me?” The lab pony looked up with distaste as he wrote down a few notes. “Very well. This way please. Remove all clothing, jewelry, personal items, etcetera etcetera. The Royal Doctor will be by soon to examine you.” the medical pony said, leading Sunset to one of the tents and opening the flap as he slipped in. The tent was a basic army green color with a single table in the center, upon it rested an oil lamp glowing in the cool shade. Well as far as underdressed goes I guess this is it... Sunset thought to himself, chuckling as he removed his saddlebags. Just then, the tent flap opened and the Royal Doctor stepped in. Sunset faltered for a moment. Nopony had told him the Royal Doctor was a female! She wore a bright white lab coat with wing slits on the sides, emblazoned with an Equestrian insignia on the front pocket, as well as a grey caduceus. She carried a medical kit on her back with a stethoscope hung around her neck. “Just try to relax Mr. Aegis. I am simply here for my profession.” she said, slipping gloves over her hooves. “Open wide.” she said, pulling out a tongue depressor. Doing as he was told, Sunset opened his mouth as she examined his mouth. He soon grew bored and retreated back into his thoughts as she went about his ears, nose, and reflexes. “We are almost done,” the doctor said as she took off her gloves and replaced them with a new pair. “Turn around and face the back of the tent please.” Sunset’s cheeks grew red as he turned, his flank facing the doctor. She mumbled and made a few notes as she looked him over from head to toe. “Alright Mr. Aegis. You are good to go. Proceed into the castle. Your first briefing will start momentarily.” Breathing a sigh of relief, Sunset gathered up his saddlebag and exited the tent, eyes blinded momentarily by the bright mid evening sun. That has to be the most awkward thing I have ever done in my entire life! Glad that’s over with... Pushing open the grand double doors, Sunset entered into the Canterlot Castle. His eyes poured over the breathtaking entryway as he wandered inside. Above, a gold chandelier boasting a large array of candles, flames dancing in the warm indoors. Below, freshly polished marble floors with gold leafed trim around the perimeter, fashioned into intricate and elegant forms around the room. Expensive paintings from local artists and merchants could be seen lining the adjacent halls. Sunset looked ahead towards the large group of recruits in the center of the entrance hall. Ahead of the group was a staircase that led to a fork; on one side a moon, the other a sun. Fine silk tapestries sporting either symbol were hung above the corresponding doorways. Sunset’s attention turned towards the staircase as an earth pony dressed in a sergeant’s uniform, and a wide brimmed army hat stepped up and cleared his voice loudly. “ATTENTION!” barked the sergeant. Startled, the recruits hastily gathered themselves to attention. “LISTEN CLOSELY MAGGOTS! I AM YOUR DRILL SERGEANT FOR THE DURATION OF YOUR STAY HERE! THE FIRST AND LAST WORDS OUT OF YOUR MOUTH WILL BE SIR! NOW, WHEN YOUR NAME IS CALLED STEP FORWARD! IS THAT CLEAR?!” The group mumbled their reply. “WHAT WAS THAT?! I COULDN’T HEAR YOU LADIES! THAT’S TWENTY LAPS AROUND THE CASTLE! NOW SOUND OFF LIKE YOU’VE GOT A PAIR!” “Sir, yes sir!” the crowd replied enthusiastically. “START YOUR LAPS MAGGOTS!” “The time has come to raise the moon, sister.” “I know my duties, sister dear.” “You seem troubled. What is it that ails you?” “It’s nothing.” “Come now. It is as apparent as day that something is on your mind.” “Very well sister. It troubles me greatly to see ponies during the daytime laughing and playing when all they do during my beautiful night is sleep. I go to such lengths to make sure the stars are perfectly aligned and yet I receive no recognition. You are the only one who seems appreciated around here. Farmers use your sun for crops, ponies bathe in it for half of the day and what do I get? The one grandpa that has insomnia. Now how is that fair? Where is my recognition? Where is my appreciation?” “What do you mean? I appreciate your hard work. I especially love stargazing with you after a long work day.” “That’s not good enough.” “Come now sister. Do not be that way. I’m sure those recruits running out in the yard would really appreciate some moonlight tonight.” “Fine...” “Goodnight. I’m off to bed. I’ll see you bright and early.” “Goodnight sister.” I suppose she is right... at least someone will appreciate my moon tonight. I’ve been doing this for as long as I can remember and I can’t recall a time when I had a visitor during the night. Besides the occasional pony with insomnia of course. I don’t understand... Why doesn’t anyone enjoy my night? It is just as pretty as the day, if not more. Yet somehow my sister garners all the praise. Maybe I’m not cut out for this work. Maybe I’m doing something wrong? All Sunset could think of was the pain. On lap 8 he could have sworn his lungs had exploded. Nevertheless, he plodded on with the other ponies. It had seemed like an eternity when finally the group rounded the last corner of the castle yard, and collapsed in a heap. Heaving and wheezing, they savored the taste of cool evening air as the warm colors of the sunset filled the landscape. “YOU LADIES FINISHED WITH YOUR DAINTY STROLL YET?!” “SIR YES SIR.” “GOOD! SINCE YOU ALL WERE TOO BUSY WITH YOUR DAISY PICKING EARLIER, WE’LL HAVE TO ASSIGN YOU TO SQUADS TOMORROW! YOUR TENTS ARE DEPOSITED AT BASE CAMP BEHIND THE PALACE! THE PRINCESSES WILL PAY US A VISIT TOMORROW SO DON’T BUCK IT UP FOR YOU OR ME! NOW, GET YER BEAUTY SLEEP LADIES! YOU’RE GUNNA NEED IT! DISMISSED!” Basked in the dissipating sun, Sunset sighed as he looked up at the rising moon. The radiant glow cast an eerie shadow over the recruits as they got up slowly one by one to collect the disassembled tents from the amassed pile. Making their way groggily through the damp evening grass, the recruits began putting up their tents. Thankfully Sunset’s father had taught him how to pitch a tent when he was a colt. Remembering those times sent a pang of homesickness through his gut. The night wore on as tents popped up one by one and the group fell asleep. As Sunset finished, he felt an icy chill creep down his spine. His head swiveled around, looking up and down the castle. Suddenly a spark of lightning shot across the sky seemingly out of nowhere. The pitch black spire of the castle was illuminated in its ghostly flash. Sunset recoiled. A figure masked by darkness stood upon the balcony railing, looking down at him with piercing azure eyes. Sunset blinked and rubbed his eyes. Gone. He shivered and slowly shied away into his tent; he lay on his bedroll restlessly, the image burnt into his mind. Author's Note Although these first few chapters may seem a tad slow, the subtle background and hints are essential to the more interesting chapters to come. Enjoyed this chapter? We have much more planned. Didn't enjoy it? I encourage you to stick around to see the twists and turns that are still in the works! This chapter was mainly written by Golfmann14 with editing by MageTrollpatrol. Thanks for reading! Constructive criticism is always welcome!
The ChallengerSunset awoke to the dreadful shrillness of the morning army bugle, his eyes snapping open as the men of the 21st Equestrian Cadet Guard awoke. Groaning softly, he climbed out of the warm embrace of his bedroll and into the dim, chilly sunrise. The tent city, basked in the radiance of the early sunrise, sprang to life as the residents made their preparations for their first day of basic training. Yesterday was brutal. Sunset thought, rubbing his eyes. He plodded sluggishly through the damp morning grass, making his way to the mess tent where the line for food had already formed. Still half-asleep, Sunset listened to some of the recruits conversations. “And so I said to the guy, those ain’t my mares!” With that, the group in front of him bellowed with laughter. Rolling his eyes, Sunset took an inventory of the camp. It was comprised of many identical army-green tents emblazoned with the Equestrian Guard insignia: a shield encompassing both the day and the night with the crescent moon in the blazing sun. Even though he was completely exhausted, and his mind was foggy, Sunset couldn’t help but remember the one thing that had haunted his mind all night: the black figure. It’s nothing. You were just tired and seeing things. He told himself. I’m just being paranoid. He pushed the thoughts from his mind as the Drill Sergeant emerged from his lavish tent, marching authoritatively towards the gathering recruits. “ATTENTION LADIES! I HOPE YOU GOT EVERY OUNCE OF SHUT-EYE YOU COULD MANAGE BECAUSE NOW THE REAL TRAINING BEGINS! I’D LIKE TO START BY SAYING THAT THERE IS NO RACIAL BIGOTRY IN THIS GUARD! YOU ARE ALL EQUALLY WORTHLESS TO ME AND YOU ALL WILL BE TREATED AS LIVESTOCK! IS THAT CLEAR?” “SIR, YES SIR!” “NOW, ANY CONTRABAND YOU MAY HAVE BROUGHT ALONG WITH YOU IS FORFEIT. THIS INCLUDES WEAPONS, FOOD, AND CIVILIAN CLOTHING. PLACE THEM IN A PILE IN FRONT OF ME. IF ANY OF YOU FILLIES WANT TO KEEP YOUR TOYS, PROVE THAT YOU ARE A SOLDIER! HIT ME ONCE IN A HAND-TO-HAND DUEL AND YOU CAN RECLAIM YOUR BELONGINGS AT ANY TIME! OTHERWISE, THEY WILL BE RETURNED TO YOU WHEN AND IF YOU GRADUATE FROM THIS ACADEMY. ANY TAKERS? NO? GOOD! MOVING ON--” A mare’s confident voice rang out, “I will challenge you, I ‘ave no equal!” Her voice seemed broken, like this was her second language. Sunset strained his neck to see who had called out. His eyes were drawn to a light purple mare pushing her way through the crowd towards the Drill Sergeant. Another voice piped up, “Hey I know who that is! That’s Lavender Blade! She’s the renown duelist from Canterlot!” “WELL WELL WELL, I BET YOU THINK YOU’RE HOT STUFF! COME AT ME THEN, SHOW ME WHAT YOU CAN DO!” The recruits, hearing the uproaring challenge, gathered around the two and formed a large circle in the slick grass. The stage was set for the duel as the challengers took to their respective sides. “Stand ready!” Lavender Blade cried out. She lunged at the Drill Sergeant, narrowly missing him. She lunged once more, missing again. The Drill Sergeant caught her out of position and now it was his turn to be on the offensive. He let out a great battle cry and swung at her with his muscular hooves. His assault was relentless, and Lavender Blade could barely hold him off. Finally she found an opening and ducked through one of his punches and spun around behind him. She saw her chance and took it, throwing a well aimed punch for his right flank. The Drill Sergeant, to her dismay, was too quick. Lavender recovered from the miss and continued her attack. She delivered punch after punch. It was a spectacle to see. Her hooves seemed to move like bullets, flying back and forth. The recruits surrounding the pair began chanting and cheering the two on. This drew the attention of several passersby who stopped to watch the scene. The Drill Sergeant blocked every one of her blows as it came. Interrupting her rhythm, he tried to return one. However, Lavender had an uncanny knack for not being there when he lashed out. It looked as if she was waltzing across the ground. Then, in one final burst of speed, Lavender threw punches on all sides, darting from one angle to the next. She was slowing, however. Noting this, the Drill Sergeant blocked one after another with an eerie expression of calm set upon his face. It was then Lavender lost her footing in the damp morning grass, and faltered. She could only watch as the Sergeant's incoming foot from swept her legs out from under her. She fell with a heavy ‘WOMPH’; the cheering crowd grew silent. Rising out of his battle pose, the Drill Sergeant’s bellowing voice rang out. “IT’S TRUE, YOU HAVE NO EQUAL. NOBODY IS AS BAD AS YOU! NOW, ANY MORE CHALLENGERS? ANYONE AT ALL? I’M NOT READY TO BE DONE YET, THANKS TO LITTLE MISS DUELIST.” Whimpering at her damaged pride, Lavender got up slowly and exited the makeshift arena.The Drill Sergeant scanned the group, looking for a target. “YOU!”, he bellowed, “IT’S YOUR TURN!” Everyone cleared a path for the pony he pointed at, Sunset Aegis. Sunset Aegis put on his most confident face, even though he was terrified inside. I hope this works. “Sir, if you’re going to call me forward to fight you even though I didn’t volunteer, I ask that we fight on my terms, like soldiers sir.” He said, calmly, using every acting skill he had to sound confident. The Drill Sergeant thought for a moment, then replied. “IF YOU MEAN WHAT I THINK YOU MEAN THEN I ACCEPT, NOT LIKE A WEAPON WILL DO YOU ANY GOOD. NOW GIMME YOUR BEST SHOT!” The two combatants drew their respective weapons. Sunset wrapped his magic around the hilt of his father’s shortsword, and unsheathed it. The memories of his father putting him through rigorous swordplay exercises came flooding back, as his instincts took over and the jeering crowd melted away around them.The Drill Sergeant, drawing his guard’s knife, decided to take the offensive and charge Sunset. Caught off guard, he parried the blow and countered with one of his own. The pair continued to gauge each other’s tactics, delivering and parrying blow after blow. Suddenly, the Drill Sergeant gave a sweep kick, attempting to knock Sunset down. He jumped, narrowly avoiding the blow and swiped at his Sergeant. To Sunset’s dismay, the grass was still slick with morning dew, making him falter upon landing. Not wasting a moment, the Drill Sergeant came at him with much fervor. Rolling out of the way of the barrelling sarge, Sunset avoided the attack, but the Drill Sergeant’s titanic blows came for him once more. The spectators could almost feel the heat of the clanging metal as they connected over and over. With each swing, the sounds of battle rang through the camp. Losing ground, Sunset Aegis switched from his dwindling magic to a mouth grip on his sword. Armed with a different style, he parried a blow from the Drill Sergeant and gave a mighty swing. The Drill Sergeant, not seeing it coming in time, ducked. When he recovered to his full height, he noticed a piece of his hat fluttering to the ground. “LOOKS LIKE YOU HAVE SOME SKILL WITH THAT TWIG MAGGOT! BEINGS AS YOU RUINED MY HAT, ALL YOU’LL BE KEEPING IS THAT SWORD. I MADE A FRIEND TODAY, A VERY SPECIAL FRIEND. WHATEVER THE REST OF THE RECRUITS DO, YOU WILL DO DOUBLE! NOW LET’S PUT YOU INTO TRAINING SQUADS! SEPARATE INTO THREE GROUPS: UNICORNS, PEGASI, AND EARTH PONIES.” Sunset Aegis moved to the unicorn group, wanting to collapse. I can’t believe it. I didn’t even hit him! I only nicked his hat. Wow he’s good. Sunset tried to keep to himself, he already drew too much attention now as it was. There were about seventy recruits total, a very small number in his own unicorn group. Glancing around, it appeared as though the pegasi were second in members to the earth ponies, and unicorns were of course last in number. Once everypony was in their respective groups, the Drill Sergeant shouted, “WHEN I CALL YOUR NAME, STEP FORWARD. EVERY FIVE NAMES CALLED WILL BE A SQUAD! ONCE YOUR SQUAD HAS BEEN CALLED, FORM UP AND REPORT TO THE SPARRING GROUNDS. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?” “SIR, YES SIR!” “SQUAD ONE WILL BE: FURIOUS CRIMSON, ARCTIC STORM, SPARKS, LAVENDER BLADE, AND MY NEW BEST FRIEND SUNSET AEGIS! SQUAD TWO WILL BE…” The five members of Squad One moved out of the amassed group and acquainted themselves as they walked briskly away from the camp. “Zat was a great fight with ze Sarge back zer!” Lavender exclaimed, clapping Sunset on the shoulder. Looking at her up close, Sunset couldn’t help but let his eyes wander. She had the most lovely violet highlights in her mane, and he could smell a faint scent of lavender in her ruffled coat. “Thanks,” he said shyly, “you too.” “Maybe I can learn some of zose moves you used back zer.” she said, winking flirtatiously. Sunset Aegis blushed when suddenly, a stout yellow mare with a jumped in front of the group. "That was some great fighting back there Sunrise!" she said, enthusiastically. Suddenly, a large muscular hoof shot out, slapping the mare upside the head. “It’s Sunset Aegis ya swit! Name’s Furious Crimson, but you can call me Scar for short.” a stallions voice said in the direction of Sunset. He could tell Scar was a big guy just by the size of the hoof. Turning, he confirmed that suspicion. Scar was a grey, tall, well-built stallion with a black, flowing mane. “Oh so youze is a tough guy huh? ‘Scar’ what kinda nickname is dat anyway? Sheesh, everywhere a pony goes there’s gotta be mooks like you. You ain’t so tough.” Spark’s Manehatten accent was thick. “You’re the one ta talk pipsqueak, I eat small-fries like you for breakfast.” Scar replied, unfazed, walking beside the eccentric yellow pony. “Eh, don’t mind them Sunset.” a white stallion said, trotting along beside him. “My name is Arctic Storm. Looks like we’re all off to a good start getting acquainted…” he said, shrugging towards the bickering squad members. Aegis chuckled as they arrived at the sparring grounds. The sparring grounds were made up of several dirt circles arranged in rows. Five circles were lain in a row, and four in a column. They were made wide enough for two combatants, but small enough to simulate close quarters hand-to-hand combat. Some higher ranking cadets were already locked in battle in some of the rings while officers barked at them. “Well zen, shall we begin?” Lavender asked the group in her broken tongue. Sunset gulped. This is gonna be a long day. Author's Note Oh drill sergeants.... Chapter written by the astounding MageTrollpatrol with the editing efforts of the great and powerful Golfmann14 Once again, thanks for the read and criticisms are welcomed in the comments below.
Taking What's Mine“Wake up sister. Dawn has arrived.” Luna said quietly, shaking Celestia awake. Groggily rising, Celestia stretched out her stiff legs, and yawned. “Thank you dear sister,” she said, gazing at Luna, “but why is your mane in such disarray? You weren’t out with some handsome stallion were you?” Celestia said, winking at her younger sister. Averting her eyes, Luna quickly matted down her mane as best she could. "You should be careful. Ponies might get... suspicious." 'Tia said, raising her eyebrow. “Oh please sister, who is awake to be suspicious? Besides, you would be hard pressed to find somepony who isn’t terrified of me.” Luna said with a twinge of pain in her voice. Celestia sighed. “Luna please, you know it’s not like that. The denizens of Equestria love you. Ponies sometimes have strange ways of appreciating things. They bask in my sunlight and sleep in your night. Ponies need a serene, peaceful place to sleep. Your night gives them just that. So please, understand that the ponies love you and your night.” “I suppose.” Luna said, raising her head. “Alright, I had better get a start on some paperwork. Try and get some rest.” Celestia said, gently. Luna exited her sister’s room as quietly as she had entered, made her way towards her own. Maybe she’s right. Maybe they really do appreciate me. I’ve never thought about it that way… Luna was lost in her thoughts as she rounded a corner and bumped into a courier. “Oh I am so sorry Princess! I wasn’t watching where I was going!” the grey stallion exclaimed hurriedly. Luna rubbed her head, “Oh that is quite alright. It was my mistake.” “Say, you wouldn’t happen to know when the Summer Sun Celebration is would you? I’m a huge fan of Celestia and I can’t wait to meet her! I know it’s still a month away, but I am just dying to know.” Anger welled up in the pit of Luna’s stomach. Her expression grew stern as she whirled around and stomped off to her room. Slamming the door behind her, she threw the lamp on her nightstand onto the floor. AUGH! I can’t stand it! It’s all about her isn’t it?! Luna isn’t good enough for you or anyone! I never was! Luna ran over to her bed and grabbed a pillow. And she screamed. In frustration. In anger. In sorrow… A few weeks passed, and the physical training gave way into more advanced squadron tactics. Sunset and his squad learned skills such as besieging a castle, defending an escorted target, and using a variety of different weapons for various situations. It was into week four of training when the psychological tests began. At first, it began simply enough: stay awake through the night and endure the next without falling asleep. This was to prevent falling asleep while on a basic watch duty. However, a few exercises and tests turned into many a day. Recruits started to reach their breaking point. Sunset was no exception. The weight of it all bore down on him heavily. One night, his resolve broke and he had had enough. He stormed out of the mess hall, and trudged off to a nearby boulder. Plopping down on the rock, he buried his head in his hooves as hot tears ran down his face. What were you doing coming here Sunset? I’m hardly cut out for all this Guard stuff! My legs feel like they're on fire, my arms are jelly, and for what? I miss home. A stallion can only take so much...something’s gotta give...what do I do? Someone! Someone come and rescue me! Save me from myself! It’s all falling apart and I’m not worthy of being a Guard anyway. I should just lea- “I guess I am not ze only one who thinks I am not cut out for zis training.” A familiar voice came from behind him. Sunset jumped up, wiping the tears from his face. He then whipped around to see who it was. “Oh. It’s just you. Do you need something?” He struggled to speak, as his voice was caught in his throat. “Well zat depends on you. I need you to stay in zis training. We all do. As much as you don’t see it, our squad looks to you for leadership. You bring everyone together, and it makes working together zat much easier.” Lavender’s voice faltered for a moment. “And… I need you. I need you… to stay with me. You make me happy and you’ve made staying here worthwhile.” Lavender said, seemingly on the brink of tears as well. It took a moment for Sunset to speak. He drunk in her words, thinking them over carefully. Lavender sat down beside him, and he fell back down into his spot. Then, he spoke. “Lavender, when I first saw you here I thought you were a haughty and fancy pony. Now that we’ve been together for these past weeks, I see who you really are. I don’t know what to feel. When I’m around you, everything feels better. When I’m around you, I could conquer anything. I’m just-” Sunset was cut off by Lavender leaning in and kissing him. At first he resisted, but then he relented, kissing her back and closing his eyes. The entire world melted around him, and he knew that this was the place he needed to be; nowhere else but here. With the encouragement from one another, the brotherhood of Squad One grew strong and they endured the challenges of week four successfully. However, week five was known as “The Cutting”. Each squad would be presented before their commanding officer and given a progress report. If you hadn’t met the high standards of the Guard, you were cut, and had to try again next year. “I’m nervous.” Sparks said, anxiously. “Don’ worry ‘bout it. Everything will be fine. We’re probably one of the best squads.” Scar said, trying to cheer the yellow mare up. “Yeah Scar is right guys!” Sunset said, enthusiastically. I hope. “I concur with zat statement. After all, we ‘ave no equal!” Lavender Blade said, putting her hoof over Sunset’s shoulder. The squad had grown close over the weeks they spent together training. Even Sparky and Scar seemed to get along now. Sunset couldn’t help but smile. The squad arrived at the commander’s tent, and waited patiently outside the entrance. “Squad One. You may enter.” The squad threw open the flaps to reveal a spacious living quarters. They were only allowed a couple seconds to take inventory of their surroundings, as the officers in the room immediately addressed the squad. There were five stallions seated at a large wooden table at the center of the room. In the middle was their Drill Sergeant, who addressed them first. “Thank you for coming. I’m sure you all know why you are here, so let’s get down to business. I’m sure you know me, but seated around me are several instructors you may not know. All the way to your left is Fang. He specializes in stealth and assassination, as well as having a very extensive knowledge in foreign politics. Next to him is Noximilien. He specializes in stealth and various special operations tactics. To your right is White Wing. Flight is his forte as well as aerial combat and reconnaissance. Finally to the far right is a personal friend of mine, Starswirl. He is the magic and arcane arts instructor here at the Guard Academy. Now that we all are acquainted, are you ready to begin Squad One?” “Sir, yes sir.” they replied in unison “Good. Well I’ve gotta hand it to you guys, despite your mistakes you always found a way to get through the challenges thrown at you. Let’s start with you Sparks. Your aptitude for trebuchet and catapult machinery and repairs is exemplary. Several of our own mechanics would have taken hours to fix what you can do in ten minutes.” “Thank you sir.” the yellow mare replied happily. “Scar, you have shown us great prowess while wielding two hoofed weapons as well as blunt weaponry. Not just anypony can use such heavy weapons, but you wield them as though they are your common dagger.” “Thank you.” Scar said humbly. “Arctic, we have witnessed your unconventional strategy in a number of the war games you and your squad have gone through. The noose maneuver is a difficult thing to pull off. However, you were able to describe it, and implement it to your team so that you could claim victory. You have great leadership potential.” “I am honored, sir.” Arctic said, bowing his head slightly. “Lavender, although you lost in the arena, the tactics you used were highly advanced for any recruit. We don’t commonly see ponies as prepared and headstrong as you are.” “Zank you.” Lavender said, with a smile. “That only leaves you, Sunset.” the Drill Sergeant said, sitting back in his chair. “Never in all my years has anybody used a shield spell to cross a lake.” Sunset smiled sheepishly as the Sarge shifted position and spoke again. “We have been watching you and your squadmates very carefully and have come to the decision that you will be graduating from this academy. You will begin specialization training effective immediately. The reason for our specialist training is to bring out the strengths you possess, to make you an elite fighting machine: The Defenders of Equestria. Now, what say you? Will you agree to put forth every ounce of effort in your being to become the greatest guardians of your homeland? Will you lay down your life for your brothers and sisters in arms? And will you, Squad One, uphold the the honor code of this guard, no matter what the cost?” Sarge said firmly, rising out of his seat. “Sir, yes sir” the entire squad said in unison. “You are dismissed. You will be put into your new specialist teams once all squads are finished with evaluation.” With that, Squad One ducked out of the tent quickly. They quietly crept a few tents over and let out their elation. “YEAH! WE DID IT!” Sparks said, jumping up and down. “I mean...uhhh….’o course we did it. Yeah.” “WOO HOO!” Sunset said, giving Scar a high hoof. He was grinning from ear to ear. This is what he had worked his butt off for five straight weeks for. This was the reward. He made it into the Royal Guard. All the homesickness and fatigue gave way to joy and relief. He knew in the back of his mind that it wasn’t over yet, however. “I always knew we could do it. Zat is why we were put in a squad no? To succeed! And succeed we did!” Lavender Blade had a smile from ear to ear on, who, overwhelmed with happiness, took Sunset’s face in her hoofs and gave him a kiss. A unified, “Ooooooooh!” came from Sunset’s squadmates as his face turned red and he collapsed, out of breath. Lavender just winked at them, and smiled as they closed their gaping mouths. The night watch that looked over the Canterlot halls was never eventful. In fact, some might say it was downright boring. On this night, however, the usual silence was broken by the muffled footsteps of a mysterious cloaked figure. It crept about, looking around every corner, and making sure there were absolutely no witnesses. Upon reaching the front gate and it spoke quietly to the guards standing by, waving a hoof, as if dismissing them. The guards’ low voices cut through the air in a soft reply, as to not wake the demons lurking in the shadows. “Of course, my liege.” One guard said. “Right away, my Queen.” The other replied. “Good. Everything is going according to plan. Report back to me when you’ve finished immediately. Now, get going. Events have been set in motion, to where they cannot be stopped. Our time is almost upon us.” The mysterious figure said, gesturing to its saddle bags. “Yes my liege,” both guards said in unison, upon which they saluted and trotted away. This exchange did not go unnoticed, however. An unseen pair of eyes--of which belonging to a drunken insomniac from the local tavern who had inexplicably wandered into the castle unnoticed-- watched this conversation from behind a marble pillar. He couldn’t help but notice the all too familiar stature of the cloaked figure. It was very similar to that of Princess Luna, strangely enough. Although this suspicion tugged at his mind greatly, the stupor of mead was overwhelmingly present, and all the problems in the world faded from his mind. Who would trust the word of a drunkard anyway? Author's Note Provided you have read to this point, this chapter was the hardest one to write by far. Although we kind of rushed the training aspect, there is much more important activities to come. We tried to keep the pace as nice as possible without wrenching the reader about trying to figure out when and where events were happening. However, this chapter is essential to the plot in several ways. You'll have to keep reading to find out though ;3 Chapter was written by partisan majority leader Golfmann14 and by cheeseburger overlord MageTrollpatrol. I repeat. Criticism and suggestions are always welcome! Thanks for the read!
A New BeginningThere it is. Canterlot Castle. The austere symbol of the Royal Sisters’ grace, fortitude, and everlasting willpower. I hadn’t believed my father when he told me it was so big! Not to mention the welcoming cobblestone road leading right up to it. It’s such a nice change from the harsh gravel of our village. It’s even lined with flowers?! This just keeps getting better and better! We never had enough money for flowers to line our streets! Am I underdressed? I mean, it is my first day and all at the one and only Canterlot palace! I think ponies are starting to stare. Wait, did I take a wrong turn? My map says I should be right here. Oh wait. The castle is right in front of me. I hope nobody saw that. I took that map course for nothing then? Ok, well I wonder where the line is for-- “Oof!” Sunset Aegis exclaimed as he slammed into something, interrupting his thoughts and sending his saddlebags down the Canterlot Castle steps. Rubbing his head, he turned to see what he had run into. “Get offa me ya mook! Ain’t chu got no manners?” the stout yellow pony in front of him said angrily. Head down, Sunset quickly tried to gather his things as he let out a weak, “Sorry.” She sounded like she was from Manehattan... and pretty peeved at me. Sunset thought as he meekly replaced himself in line. Today was the first day of training for incoming Equestrian Guard recruits. Sunset had waited his whole life to leave his small village and make a name for himself out in the world. The very hour he became of age, he signed up, air-mailed his application, and was officially accepted 3 weeks later. It was the happiest day of his life. Upon his acceptance, a mandatory doctor’s physical examination was required, but he passed without a hitch. Here at the castle, however, the Royal Doctor’s physical would need much more than a small-time village doctor’s approval to pass. “NEXT!” an impatient voice rang out as Sunset neared the entrance to the castle. There were only two ponies in front of him as two medical assistants stepped forward, took their information and led them to one of several screening tents for the physicals. “NEXT!” barked a nearby assistant. Sunset stepped forward towards an awaiting pony in a lab coat. “Name, gender, and race please.” he said, unenthusiastically. “Erm. Shouldn’t you be able to tell by looking at me?” The lab pony looked up with distaste as he wrote down a few notes. “Very well. This way please. Remove all clothing, jewelry, personal items, etcetera etcetera. The Royal Doctor will be by soon to examine you.” the medical pony said, leading Sunset to one of the tents and opening the flap as he slipped in. The tent was a basic army green color with a single table in the center, upon it rested an oil lamp glowing in the cool shade. Well as far as underdressed goes I guess this is it... Sunset thought to himself, chuckling as he removed his saddlebags. Just then, the tent flap opened and the Royal Doctor stepped in. Sunset faltered for a moment. Nopony had told him the Royal Doctor was a female! She wore a bright white lab coat with wing slits on the sides, emblazoned with an Equestrian insignia on the front pocket, as well as a grey caduceus. She carried a medical kit on her back with a stethoscope hung around her neck. “Just try to relax Mr. Aegis. I am simply here for my profession.” she said, slipping gloves over her hooves. “Open wide.” she said, pulling out a tongue depressor. Doing as he was told, Sunset opened his mouth as she examined his mouth. He soon grew bored and retreated back into his thoughts as she went about his ears, nose, and reflexes. “We are almost done,” the doctor said as she took off her gloves and replaced them with a new pair. “Turn around and face the back of the tent please.” Sunset’s cheeks grew red as he turned, his flank facing the doctor. She mumbled and made a few notes as she looked him over from head to toe. “Alright Mr. Aegis. You are good to go. Proceed into the castle. Your first briefing will start momentarily.” Breathing a sigh of relief, Sunset gathered up his saddlebag and exited the tent, eyes blinded momentarily by the bright mid evening sun. That has to be the most awkward thing I have ever done in my entire life! Glad that’s over with... Pushing open the grand double doors, Sunset entered into the Canterlot Castle. His eyes poured over the breathtaking entryway as he wandered inside. Above, a gold chandelier boasting a large array of candles, flames dancing in the warm indoors. Below, freshly polished marble floors with gold leafed trim around the perimeter, fashioned into intricate and elegant forms around the room. Expensive paintings from local artists and merchants could be seen lining the adjacent halls. Sunset looked ahead towards the large group of recruits in the center of the entrance hall. Ahead of the group was a staircase that led to a fork; on one side a moon, the other a sun. Fine silk tapestries sporting either symbol were hung above the corresponding doorways. Sunset’s attention turned towards the staircase as an earth pony dressed in a sergeant’s uniform, and a wide brimmed army hat stepped up and cleared his voice loudly. “ATTENTION!” barked the sergeant. Startled, the recruits hastily gathered themselves to attention. “LISTEN CLOSELY MAGGOTS! I AM YOUR DRILL SERGEANT FOR THE DURATION OF YOUR STAY HERE! THE FIRST AND LAST WORDS OUT OF YOUR MOUTH WILL BE SIR! NOW, WHEN YOUR NAME IS CALLED STEP FORWARD! IS THAT CLEAR?!” The group mumbled their reply. “WHAT WAS THAT?! I COULDN’T HEAR YOU LADIES! THAT’S TWENTY LAPS AROUND THE CASTLE! NOW SOUND OFF LIKE YOU’VE GOT A PAIR!” “Sir, yes sir!” the crowd replied enthusiastically. “START YOUR LAPS MAGGOTS!” “The time has come to raise the moon, sister.” “I know my duties, sister dear.” “You seem troubled. What is it that ails you?” “It’s nothing.” “Come now. It is as apparent as day that something is on your mind.” “Very well sister. It troubles me greatly to see ponies during the daytime laughing and playing when all they do during my beautiful night is sleep. I go to such lengths to make sure the stars are perfectly aligned and yet I receive no recognition. You are the only one who seems appreciated around here. Farmers use your sun for crops, ponies bathe in it for half of the day and what do I get? The one grandpa that has insomnia. Now how is that fair? Where is my recognition? Where is my appreciation?” “What do you mean? I appreciate your hard work. I especially love stargazing with you after a long work day.” “That’s not good enough.” “Come now sister. Do not be that way. I’m sure those recruits running out in the yard would really appreciate some moonlight tonight.” “Fine...” “Goodnight. I’m off to bed. I’ll see you bright and early.” “Goodnight sister.” I suppose she is right... at least someone will appreciate my moon tonight. I’ve been doing this for as long as I can remember and I can’t recall a time when I had a visitor during the night. Besides the occasional pony with insomnia of course. I don’t understand... Why doesn’t anyone enjoy my night? It is just as pretty as the day, if not more. Yet somehow my sister garners all the praise. Maybe I’m not cut out for this work. Maybe I’m doing something wrong? All Sunset could think of was the pain. On lap 8 he could have sworn his lungs had exploded. Nevertheless, he plodded on with the other ponies. It had seemed like an eternity when finally the group rounded the last corner of the castle yard, and collapsed in a heap. Heaving and wheezing, they savored the taste of cool evening air as the warm colors of the sunset filled the landscape. “YOU LADIES FINISHED WITH YOUR DAINTY STROLL YET?!” “SIR YES SIR.” “GOOD! SINCE YOU ALL WERE TOO BUSY WITH YOUR DAISY PICKING EARLIER, WE’LL HAVE TO ASSIGN YOU TO SQUADS TOMORROW! YOUR TENTS ARE DEPOSITED AT BASE CAMP BEHIND THE PALACE! THE PRINCESSES WILL PAY US A VISIT TOMORROW SO DON’T BUCK IT UP FOR YOU OR ME! NOW, GET YER BEAUTY SLEEP LADIES! YOU’RE GUNNA NEED IT! DISMISSED!” Basked in the dissipating sun, Sunset sighed as he looked up at the rising moon. The radiant glow cast an eerie shadow over the recruits as they got up slowly one by one to collect the disassembled tents from the amassed pile. Making their way groggily through the damp evening grass, the recruits began putting up their tents. Thankfully Sunset’s father had taught him how to pitch a tent when he was a colt. Remembering those times sent a pang of homesickness through his gut. The night wore on as tents popped up one by one and the group fell asleep. As Sunset finished, he felt an icy chill creep down his spine. His head swiveled around, looking up and down the castle. Suddenly a spark of lightning shot across the sky seemingly out of nowhere. The pitch black spire of the castle was illuminated in its ghostly flash. Sunset recoiled. A figure masked by darkness stood upon the balcony railing, looking down at him with piercing azure eyes. Sunset blinked and rubbed his eyes. Gone. He shivered and slowly shied away into his tent; he lay on his bedroll restlessly, the image burnt into his mind. Author's Note Although these first few chapters may seem a tad slow, the subtle background and hints are essential to the more interesting chapters to come. Enjoyed this chapter? We have much more planned. Didn't enjoy it? I encourage you to stick around to see the twists and turns that are still in the works! This chapter was mainly written by Golfmann14 with editing by MageTrollpatrol. Thanks for reading! Constructive criticism is always welcome!
