Diaries of the Lunar Warrior

Nightfire sighed in relief just about every time she woke up for the next week after Princess Luna's declaration. It was a good feeling to be under the Lunar Sovereign's sole leadership again.

After moving all her belongings to the newly rebuilt castle, Nightfire joined the long line to joining the NLR Armed Forces. The current mission was to build a defensive force rather than an offensive superpower. Nightfire kept thinking about the events that unfolded the day before Luna's speech as the line slowly shortened.

It worried her that Duskshine's face kept pushing itself to the forefront of her mind and the feelings she associated it weren't what she expected. A nudge to Nightfire's shoulder alerted her that the line had finally brought her to the third in line for recruitment. She was still absent minded as she approached the recruiting stand and looked at the weary faces of the two recruiters in front of her.

One looked up at her and asked the questions, "Name?"

"Nightfire." The answer came before she could think to do so. Hopefully the others would be just as painless.

"Age?"

"22"

"Race?"

"Pegasus."

"Are you a Lunar-born?"

Nightfire was caught off guard by that and she gave the recruiter a second look. If he was wearing the armor of the Royal Guard then he looked strikingly familiar... "Come again?"

"Are you a Lunar-born?" The unicorn's expression was serious and wasn't going to relent. In fact, it looked as if he wanted Nightfire to be the Lunar-born that she was.

"Yes." Again, the answer slipped out of her before she could decide against it. A nervous smile crept onto her face as the expression on the recruiter's face didn't change.

"Welcome to the New Lunar Republic's Airforce, Nightfire. Be watchful of any Solarists. They're everywhere and wont hesitate to turn you in at a moment's notice."

Nightfire nodded, "I understand sir." Somewhere in the back of her head, another voice said that there was one Solarist that she could trust.... She shook her head, No, no Solaist can't be trusted. Not in a milion years!

The recruiter gestured behind him to a very familiar friend. He gave the mare a once and smirked, "Now how did I know that you'd to these lengths for freedom of fear?" Flame approached Night and gave a slap on the back, "Now then, what shall we do with you? Oh yeah, Princess Luna herself has plans for you. Aerial troop drop and ground combat would be your main jobs in the platoon your squad is in I believe."

Night gave Flame a confused look, "How do you know all this?"

Flame smirked again, "Because I requested you personally for if and when you did sign on." He set his hands on his hips, "I'm your squad leader, Private."

Night sighed and looked as if she were fuming, "Please, don't call me by rank."

Flame had to laugh, "Oh really? I hope you know that rank is indeed a necessary thing if The New Lunar Republic is going to last more than a month." He sighed as he set a hand on Night's shoulder, "In either case, I know that we're in this for something even bigger than a petty squabble between the Princesses."

With that, Night could only watch as Flame turned around. The next few weeks unleashed an onslaught of training that night didn't even think was plausible.