Tuning Blade

Octavia’s eyelids peered open, sunlight seeping through the window and onto her face as the train rocked slightly. She grumbled a bit as she stretched her neck.

Sitting across from Octavia was Ebony, who was already awake and sitting up on her seat, which doubled as a foldable bed for the long trip, like Octavia’s. She gazed out the window, looking lost in thought.

As Octavia got up, Ebony blinked, shaking her head a little before turning to her.

“Good morning! I hope you slept alright.” The unicorn said, beaming.

The seat-bed was one of the least comfortable things Octavia had slept on, but she said nothing. Ebony had purchased both of their tickets, despite Octavia’s own insistence that she could afford her own. She wouldn’t want to insult her generosity by complaining.

“Good morning. Have we reached Vanhoover yet?”

“The train just passed over the Vérité River, so we should be at our station soon.” Stated Ebony, her horn glowing with a blue aura as she magically lifted her bag from the bottom of the seat and set it at her side.

Octavia reached down for her bag as well, placing it neatly beside her. Shadows seeped in and out of the train car windows as the large buildings of Vanhoover passed by, covering the sun’s light. The brakes screeched on the railway, slowing the train and signaling for the passengers to assemble their belongings.

Octavia and Ebony filled into the crowd of ponies as they departed the train and set hoof in the station. Making their way past the crowded floors, the two exit the station onto the bustling city. The buildings within the tightly packed center of Vanhoover dwarf those of Trottingham. The ponies going about their businesses had a very similar fashion sense to the ponies of Trottingham as well.

The sight gave Octavia a sense of wonderment. It was hard to believe that cities in the Fringe could resemble the best of Heartland Equestria’s many cities, like Manehatten. Octavia had heard much of the progress Vanhoover had been making in the past few years. It had made incredible strides in keeping crime scarce.

Ebony took the lead, showing Octavia the way down several corners and walkways. Although Octavia enjoyed marveling at the sights and landmarks along the way, she couldn’t help but think about her father over and over, and of his peculiar document. She hoped she could get answers from this acquaintance of Ebony’s.

“Ebony, who exactly is this friend that we are meeting? A scholar or librarian, perhaps?” asked Octavia as the two weaved past idle ponies on the street side.

“Oh! I never actually told you about him, did I? I’m sorry,” replied Ebony, chuckling in embarrassment, “He’s definitely a scholar. He’s a professor at Vanhoover University! Professor Ether.”

Octavia gave her a look of astonishment. “Really? I’ve heard a lot about that institution. It’s very well known for its art and history programs. Did Professor Ether teach many of your classes?”

“I was never a full student at the university, but I was able to take some summer classes there, thanks to a partnership with my college in Fillydelphia. I took cartography, which Professor Ether was teaching. He helped me out a lot during that class, and we became friends shortly after. He has a lot of books.” Ebony explained as they went through a crosswalk and around another corner, which led into a much wider street lined with fenced-off trees.

“He sounds very well-versed. I look forward to meeting him.”

“Trust me, Octavia. I think you’ll really like him.”

Following the wide street, Octavia and Ebony soon happened upon Vanhoover’s Main Square, a large open area dotted with fountains and small parks. Long banners and vibrant ribbons hung on the trees and fountains, declaring to all that a local festival would be held soon. Many mobile food stands were setup among the tables and umbrellas in the Square, catering to the hungry ponies bustling about. Octavia noticed that many of the tables were occupied, and that the Square itself was incredibly lively.

“Beautiful, isn’t it? There’s an art festival that will be here in the Square starting tomorrow. The university will be putting a few student works on display with other artists. Maybe we could go tomorrow! Let’s –”

“Miss Octavia! Over here!”

Ebony stopped short in her words as Octavia swiveled her head towards the familiar voice.

At a table only a few steps away sat Pledge, sitting and waving with a grin whilst holding a half-eaten carrot dog in one hoof.

Octavia smiled at seeing the stallion again and trotted over to him, with a slightly confused Ebony in tow. The two ponies entered into the shade of the umbrella moored at the center of the table.

“Pledge? What a wonderful surprise! What are you doing here in Vanhoover? Don’t you have duties with the Trottingham nightwatch?” asked Octavia. Ebony subtly raised an eyebrow.

“I’m actually part of the volunteer branch, so I have less restrictions. You could call it working part-time. I’m here in Vanhoover visiting family and friends. I’m definitely just as surprised to see you here, miss Octavia.” Said Pledge, taking another bite of his carrot dog.

“There’s no need for formality, Pledge. Call me Octavia.”

“Alright then, Octavia. Why don’t you and your friend take a seat? These two chairs aren’t reserved as of now.”

Octavia was so glad to see Pledge again that she had almost forgotten to introduce Ebony to him.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Pledge, this is Ebony, a friend I met in Trottingham not too long ago. And Ebony, this is Pledge. He helped me get back home safe after that night at the tavern.”

Ebony put on a cheerful grin. “Hello!”

“Nice to meet you!” Pledge returned her cheerful tone, briefly shaking her hoof.

The two mares took their seats at Pledge’s table as he turned to Octavia. “So! What brings you two to the crowded city of Vanhoover?”

“Well,” Octavia reached into her saddle bag and pulled out her father’s document, giving it to Pledge to examine. “I discovered this document in my father’s study yesterday. My father was doing some kind of research on an object of his interest, and even more perplexing are the two symbols which he drew here. I was originally going to do some researching on my own, but Ebony offered to bring me to see a friend of hers, a professor at Vanhoover University. We will be seeing him soon.”

Pledge lifted his brow respectfully to Ebony. “You know a professor at the prestigious Vanhoover University, huh? Were you a student there?”

“U-Uh… I wasn’t a full-time student there. I had just taken a few summer courses… uh, there, in cartography.” Ebony said. Her sudden stammering was followed by her hiding beneath her orange mane.

Nodding with a chuckle, Pledge went over the document, bearing a perplexed look as he finished.

“Pretty mysterious. I wonder what kind of artifact he was studying. And these symbols…maybe they were inscribed on the artifact? Definitely gets you wondering! I’m sure you’ll get the answers you’re looking for, Octavia. If not here in Vanhoover, then somewhere.” Stated Pledge, returning the document to Octavia.

Just as she returned the paper to her bag, Octavia straightened her back and crossed her hind legs tightly, displaying a look of urgency. “Ah… Will you excuse me? I really have to, agh, find a restroom.”

Pledge pointed a hoof towards the front of the Square, marking the stalls next to a large food vendor. “Straight that-a-way. There’s a few porta-stalls setup.”

“Thank you, I’ll be back shortly!”

Octavia disembarked from her chair hurriedly to find the nearest stall, leaving Ebony and Pledge with each other.
Ebony kept her head away from Pledge, trying to avoid looking at him while keeping an eye on Octavia.
Pledge instantly took notice. He leaned back in his chair with a chuckle.

“You seem pretty curious.”

“H-Huh? Curious about what?” asked Ebony.

“More like about who! So what is it about her? Worried about her getting lost? Or are you… admiring her backside?” Pledge asked with a playful grin, raising his eyebrows up and down.

Upon realizing his insinuations, Ebony turned to him and scrunched her snout in anger. “No, I am not admiring her! And I’m not that kind of mare either! Jeez.”

Pledge shrugged before putting both of his hooves on the table. “Then why so curious?”

Ebony’s eyes shifted back to Octavia in the distance. “W-Well… I guess you could say I’m worried for her. Octavia was telling me a few nights ago how she never really knew her father, and that she hates him for abandoning her and her mother. I’m hoping that Octavia will come to think more highly of him when she learns the truth.”

Straightening his posture, Pledge watched Ebony closely.

“It all depends. What is the truth?”

“That her father was… wait.”

Ebony spun her head back towards Pledge, meeting his serious stare. She locked onto him with her head cocked in confusion, but soon realized a terrifying truth. A chill of fear rippled along her spine.

Upon seeing her hanging jaw and frozen expression, Pledge cracked a devious smile.

Her breathing tensed. “Y-you’re not…”

Suddenly, Pledge jumped out of his chair, his smile turning into the playful grin it was only moments prior. Ebony flinched, causing the pegasus to only chuckle. Both of their ears twitched to the pattering of Octavia’s hooves growing closer.

“It was nice talking to you Ebony. I’ve got a few things to do before the day is over. I hope to you see you again sometime.”

Pledge left a shocked Ebony and trotted up to Octavia.

“My apologies if took long, there was a rather long line.” Octavia explained, running a hoof down her mane.

“It’s alright, I was just going to say that I have to get going. Errands to do, and all that. I hope your time at the University goes well, and I’m sure we will meet again soon.” Said Pledge as he turned and made his way to the edge of the square.

“Of course. Goodbye, Pledge! It was good seeing you!” Octavia waved after the pegasus as he spread out his wings and took off, banking around the side of a building and out of sight.

Octavia returned to Ebony, who had her hoof on her mouth, pondering.

“Would it be a good time to head to the professor’s office now, Ebony?” asked Octavia, lifting up her bag.

Ebony got up from her chair, acquiring her bag as well. “Y-y-yes. It would be a really good time to go now. Let’s head over.”

At the northern end of the square lied the entrance to the renowned and enormous Vanhoover University campus. The stonework of the main building resembled designs from a much older century.

Checking in through the visitor center, Octavia and Ebony made their way through the pristine hallways and up the lavishly decorated stairwells to the faculty offices floor. Passing by several doors, the two stopped at the very last one.

S-324, Professor Ether.

Ebony placed a hoof to the door and knocked three times, prompting a response from the other side.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me, Professor.” Ebony stated.

“Come in.”

Pushing the door open, Ebony and Octavia entered into the small office. An ornate desk sat in the center of the room, cluttered to the brim with papers, folders, and books, all cloaked in the sunny patches of light peering through a large window. The various shelves and bookcases lining the walls fared no better, being packed to the brim with files and texts.

Octavia wondered how any pony could find anything in this kind of office, though she presumed that the room’s state was due to the demanding responsibilities of a college professor.

Sitting behind his desk, Professor Ether removed himself from the laid out papers before him, piling them together with a glow of his horn. He had a bright red coat of fur, and a coarse, white mane. A thin beard covered the lines of his jaw and muzzle, and the banks underneath his amber eyes suggested that the unicorn burnt the midnight oil the night before.

“Hello, Ebony. I’m glad you were able to stop by today. This must be the extraordinary musician I’ve heard about! It’s a pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Octavia.” Said the Professor, walking up to the two ponies with an elder’s smile and extending a hoof to Octavia.

Octavia shook his hoof, “I’m sorry. You said you’ve heard about me?”

“A few of my cohorts have lived in Ponyville for a time, and some had taken notice of your solo performances. I hope to one day attend one of your concerts! It’s a marvel on your ability to play such an ornate instrument without the use of magic. I’ve always enjoyed the cello myself. Never played one, but I would call it one of my more… favorite instruments.” Explained the Professor as he returned to his desk, “However, I suspect you two are here for reasons other than small talk. What can I help you with?”

“As a matter of fact, yes,” Octavia smiled, “I have this document which I was hoping you might help to decipher. If it isn’t a bother—,”

“I’m sorry,” Ebony interjected, bearing a worried look, “I need to talk to you, Professor. In private, if that’s ok.”

“Very well. Octavia, do you mind waiting outside for a minute? I promise this won’t take long.” Professor Ether asked, patting down his scholar’s vestments.

Octavia nodded, a little surprised at Ebony’s request. “O-of course. I’ll be outside then.”

Ebony opened the door with her magic, closing it after Octavia entered out into the hallway.

Ebony did seem a tad bit jittery ever since Pledge had to leave. I wonder what was so urgent, Octavia thought to herself as she scanned the corridor. In an effort to find something to occupy her, Octavia walked down the hall, observing the many portraits of ponies hung in between each of the faculty doors. She admired the age-old artwork, figuring their value at being hundreds if not thousands of bits.

Upon reaching the very end of the hallway, Octavia found a large and intricate window, giving way to a beautiful overlook of the entire square outside, back-dropped by a gorgeous sunset. Octavia put a hoof by the windowsill to get a closer view, unaware of the silent hoof steps approaching from behind.

“Marvelous view, isn’t it?”

Octavia jumped and spun around towards the sudden voice, placing a hoof to her chest.

An earth pony stallion stood before her, smiling. He exuded an alluring air of charm, confidence, and - most notably to Octavia - , a very classy disposition. The stallion wore a very Fringe-colonial style overcoat, colored a deep and withered cobalt and accented with portions of red. His natural coat of fur was a pale brown, and his smooth blackish-grey mane was mostly covered by the tricorn hat upon his head, excluding the portion of his mane curled into a tight ponytail. Along his two front hooves were two bracers which melded into the design of his coat. The main strap on the front of his right bracer had what appeared to be a rusted and broken buckle, one which resembled the tear-drop like symbol on Octavia’s document.

The stallion moved beside Octavia, the sunset casting light on his deep orange eyes. “My apologies, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“No, no, it’s alright.” Replied Octavia with a small chortle.

“You wouldn’t happen to be a certain Octavia Stradivarius, here to visit the Professor this evening, would you?”

“Why yes, that’s me.”

Why does every pony in this city know me? Octavia thought, “And might I have the pleasure your name, sir?”

“Halcyon Voyage, at your service,” the stallion removed his hat and bowed respectfully, revealing the rest of his greying mane, “It is a privilege to be able to meet the daughter of Morendo Stradivarius. You have the same glint in your eyes that he once had.”

Octavia wasn’t sure as to take that as a compliment or not. “You knew my father?”

“Yes! He and I worked together for some time,” Halcyon turned towards the hallway, motioning for Octavia to join him.

Octavia trotted up to his side, slowing down to match his pace. “Are you in the crafting trade, then?”

“Not quite. I’m more attuned to… varying forms of diplomacy. But your father often liked to share his progress on each instrument he tended to. We can talk about that later, though. I suspect that the Professor will want to supply you with the information you crave first.”

Halcyon said as they stopped in front of Professor Ether’s office.

Before Octavia could question him further, Professor Ether and Ebony emerged from the office room. The Professor nodded at Halcyon as Ebony shot a smile towards Octavia.

“Ah, Halcyon. Wonderful to see you.”

“Likewise, Professor.”

Professor Ether turned his gaze to Octavia. “Right then. Octavia, if you’ll kindly follow us.”

She returned a confused look. “Where are we going?”

“To a place more suitable for discussion.”

The party of four traveled up a large stairwell to the upper-most floor, which held a single room with a large and empty fireplace, containing a few tables and low-hanging picture frames.

The Professor placed a hoof on the left-most frame and lightly pushed on it, prompting the wall to rumble with the sound of shifting mechanisms. Octavia looked on in amazement as the fireplace shifted and turned halfway, revealing a hidden passageway. The four go through the stone-brick entrance, the fire place closing behind them.

At the end of the short entryway, the group arrived at what seemed like an even larger room than before. The lounge-like chamber was lined with filled bookshelves, desks, tables, couches and other furniture, all pristinely arranged.

Several crimson banners hung over the stone archways lining the ceiling, each bearing a large red cross, exactly like the one pictured in Octavia’s document.

Proceeding up to the center of the room, the Professor stopped to face Octavia. Halcyon and Ebony stood alongside him.

“Octavia. You came here seeking answers about the life of your father. The time has come for you to have those answers. The document, if you please.”

With a look of uncertainty, Octavia gave her father’s document to Professor Ether. He unfolded it carefully with his magic, keeping its text and symbols within Octavia’s sight.

“Morendo had been spending a large amount of time studying an ancient artifact, one that would benefit our organization. This document is one of possibly several research notes that your father compiled during his studies.”

Octavia felt lost. “Artifact? Research? I don’t understand. Who are you ponies?”

Professor Ether floated the document closer to him. He pointed directly at the cross.

“This… is the sigil of our order… The Templar Order. Your father, Morendo, was Templar, like us.”

Professor Ether returned the document back to Octavia as she takes in his words. She gave the once-crumpled piece of paper a long stare.

“My father was a Templar… I still don’t understand. What does that mean? He worked for you? For… whatever group you are a part of?” Octavia asked incessantly.

“It was how I knew your father,” Halcyon said, “We worked together as Templars, ever since he became initiated.”
Octavia shifted her gaze back onto the document. Wrapped in thoughts, her eyes locked on to one un-addressed part of the paper.

“What about this other symbol?”

Professor Ether paused, as if annoyed at the question. “That… is the symbol of our enemies, a topic that Ebony was discussing with me in private earlier. They call themselves the Assassins…”

The Professor took a moment to walk towards a nearby window, which gave a dizzying view of Vanhoover. His words descended into a storytelling tone as he gazed outside.

“You see… for nearly all of recorded history, going as far back as before the rise of Celestia and Luna… The Templar Order has been at war with the Assassins.”

Octavia furrowed her brow. “At war? How? Why?”

“A clash of ideology.” Halcyon stated, drawing Octavia’s attention, “The Templars have a purpose; To bring about unity, order, and peace to a world strewn with chaos. To give the same sense of stability enjoyed by the Heartland to the Fringe, and beyond. To accomplish this goal, we muster resources and power, and shape politics and worldly conflicts to our advantage. All within the secrecy of the shadows. However, there has been one major obstacle in our path…”

“The Assassins.” Ebony jumped in, redirecting Octavia’s gaze. “They’re nothing but a band of killers who thrive in the Fringe and in the lands which see the most turmoil. We always choose the peaceful way of accomplishing our goals if we can. But the Assassins use death to further their own goals. They’re… They’ve been a threat to everything we have been trying to build.”

As Ebony finished, Professor Ether turned away from the window to face Octavia once more.

“Morendo knew that the Assassins often lurked around every corner, and would often alert us if he ever suspected their interference or presence. I can’t say for absolute certain, but it is highly likely that his intention for putting the symbol on the document was his attempt at a warning.”

Octavia remained silent, still staring at the document. Professor Ether continued.

“There is a reason why we are telling you this now, Octavia. We need your help. Morendo was given an artifact of ancient value to study in secret, so as to keep his work and findings as hidden as possible. With his passing, we were unable to acquire the whereabouts of his research, including the artifact itself. The artifact is something that we believe would aid us in furthering our goal of world order and peace, and it is critical that we recover it as well as the research. That is why we sought you out. Though you know little about your father, you are the most ideal pony to aid us in tracking down the lost research.” Stated the Professor.

Octavia’s eyes moved to Professor Ether as he trotted up to her side and placed a hoof on her shoulder. “I know this is a lot to take in at once. We aren’t going to pressure you into making a decision, but we wish you’d consider the offer. What do you think?”

Octavia rubbed her temple as her eyes shifted down to the floor. “I’m…I’m not so sure. To be utterly honest, I wasn’t expecting all of this. And as you said… It’s a lot to take in right now.”

“Take the time to think it over. In the meantime, we have a room set up for you to stay in with Ebony. She will show you the way. Thank you for being patient with us, Octavia.”

Despite the sudden revelations, Octavia appreciated having a place to bed down for the night. Still racing thoughts through her mind, she thanked the professor with a weak smile and proceeded to follow Ebony through a nearby door.

As the door closed shut, Professor Ether walked to the very back of the room, stopping before a small marble altar. Halcyon followed close behind, looking concerned.

“Tell me something, Professor; Was it a wise decision to reveal so little to her? There are plenty more facts that could influence her decision.”

“She is as confused enough as it is,” The Professor sighed, turning to Halcyon swiftly, “We don’t want to over-burden her with too much. She wouldn’t be in the proper mindset to come to a decision. She hardly is now… The best course of action is to limit how much we reveal about Morendo. We wouldn’t want her to make the same mistake that he did...”

“What’s wrong?” Halcyon asked, seeing some distress in the Professor’s words.

“Ebony thinks she and Octavia were followed…”

“Assassins, no doubt.” Halcyon breathed.

“This could not have come at a worse time… I have to collect some paper from my office. Come. We’ll discuss on the way.”

Soon the evening light disappeared below the horizon as the night rose, bringing forth a beautifully starry sky. Within the hidden Templar retreat in the University, Octavia settled into her newly granted quarters with Ebony. The quarters itself is quite simple, having two beds jutting out from the wall as well as various wooden furniture, all illuminated by a few lamps spread about. The red and gold carpeting beneath their hooves felt soft to the touch, and the curtained window prevented any moonlight from passing through. There was even a small bathroom at the far end of the room. The cozy room reminded Octavia of her home in Ponyville.

After removing their bags, brushing their teeth and blowing out all but one lamp in between their beds, Octavia and Ebony readied themselves for the night. Ebony creaked the wooden floorboards as she leapt into her bed, rustling the pillows before working her way underneath the covers with a grin.

Octavia, on the other hoof, peeled back her blankets with utmost precision, laying herself on the bed while carefully pulling the covers over her. She laid flat on her back, putting her hooves together as she stared up at the ceiling. Ebony shifted onto her side, looking over at Octavia. The lamp flickered as it dimly casted its light on their faces.

“I hope you don’t mind the room too much. It can get a bit creaky since we are pretty much on the highest floor of the University.” Said Ebony.

Octavia kept her focus on the ceiling. “It’s fine. It reminds me of home.”

Ebony heard the flat tone in Octavia’s reply.

“Octavia, I, Uhm…” Ebony scooched up a bit as Octavia’s eyes moved towards her, “I’m sorry if I wasn’t up and front with you from the start. The deception is necessary for this kind of work. I hope you still can treat me as a friend.”

Octavia gave out a huff. “It’s alright, Ebony, I’m not upset with you. I suppose I’m just a bit… uncertain. I don’t exactly know where to go from here. And even though I’ve learned a great deal from you, I haven’t exactly learned as much about my father as I had hoped.”

The room fell silent as Octavia finished, leaving only the muffled sound of the wind brushing against the old stone walls. Ebony shuffled beneath her covers, her eyes darting down to the floor and back up again.

“I-if you don’t mind me asking… How did your father die? Were you there?”

Octavia thought it odd that Ebony would ask such a question. These Templars surely would have known about her father’s death.

“… He fell off of a cliff. They think it was some kind of accident, or maybe suicide… There weren’t any witnesses or anything. Just him at the bottom of a cliff.”

“I’m so sorry…”

“It’s alright… How did you become a Templar, Ebony?” Octavia asked, hoping to quickly change the subject.

“Oh, well, I’m actually a very recent member. In fact, finding you was my very first field mission,” Ebony giggled for a moment, though realized Octavia probably wouldn’t appreciate her enthusiasm, “Remember when I told you about my summer classes? That was last summer, and that’s when Professor Ether came to me one day about joining the Order. To be honest I acted the same way you did when he explained it all. It didn’t take me long to decide to join though. With the Templars, I feel like I have a purpose in life. Like I’m able to contribute to making the world a better place, you know? But…”

Ebony stopped herself short, staring at the far wall as Octavia waited for her to continue. She could see a sudden fear appear on Ebony’s face.

“I’m… I’m really, really scared. Of the Assassins. I’ve heard enough stories to know what they’re capable of. You could be walking one instant and then… you’d be dead before you even knew there was an Assassin near you. I was scared out of my mind when I was in Trottingham. And now… uh, I-I mean, I feel a lot safer. There aren’t ever any Assassins in Vanhoover…”

Octavia noticed a change in Ebony’s tone. It seemed like she was stopping herself from saying too much. Though it could have been that Ebony was simply scaring herself.

“Hmm.” Octavia nodded

That dreaded, awkward silence began to settle in once again, leading Ebony to quickly race through her thoughts in an effort find something else to talk about. Her folded ears perked up as she found a worthy topic.

“Oh! I just remembered! The art festival is in the square tomorrow! We should go! It would be a nice way to start the day off. Plus, maybe it could help you take your mind off of things, and relax a little?”

Octavia smiled as she turned her head to Ebony. “That does sound like something worth doing... I think I’d very much like to go.”

“Alright! We’ll go first thing in the morning. Probably best if we get some sleep before then, hah. Goodnight, Octavia.”

“…Goodnight, Ebony.”

Ebony leaned over the edge of her bed and open the lamp’s hatch, blowing out the light and letting the darkness overcome the room. Octavia put her wandering thoughts away, instead focusing on looking forward to the exhibition tomorrow. It will be a nice distraction from the confusion of the day’s events.

Just enjoy yourself tomorrow, Octavia. Don’t think too much on things. You’ll cross that bridge when it comes, Octavia thought as she fell fast asleep.

As the morning sun shone between the buildings of Vanhoover, Octavia exited the University, stopping right before the set of stone steps leading down towards the Main Square.

Octavia wrapped a blue scarf around her neck to keep warm in the brisk morning air. She had brought the scarf from Trottingham with her in case Vanhoover got too cold for her. She did her best to ignore the fact that she took it from her father’s old closet.

Within the Square, several ponies double-checked the various paintings and works of art now on display just as the art show officially opened. Many ponies who were idling nearby or waiting for the event to begin crowded into the square.

Octavia hung about the entrance to the campus, waiting for Ebony, who had to meet with Professor Ether before heading out. Her wait wasn’t too long, as Ebony appeared from the campus doors. She emerged with a long brown jacket on over her vest, its tails flapping from the light breeze. Octavia noticed a bulge from underneath the right side of the jacket.

“That jacket fits you quite well,” said Octavia as Ebony trotted up to her, “Though it seems a tad bit uneven on this side.”

As she put a hoof to Ebony’s side, Octavia felt a hard surface beneath the fabric. She pulled back in surprise.

“I’m sorry. I don’t want to make you feel uneasy, but I was encouraged to bring something to protect ourselves while we are out today. Halcyon gave me a short sword.” Said Ebony as she used her magic to part the right side of her jacket. The hilt of the short sword stuck out, sheathed in a scabbard.

Upon seeing the weapon so close, Octavia stepped back. “W-why do you have that? Is Vanhoover that much of a dangerous place?”

Before Ebony could explain, a squad of eight city guards approached the two mares. The armored stallions and mares were cloaked in blue and white cloth, covering most of their body armor aside from their silver helmets and scabbards. Some of the guards came equipped with wooden crossbows.

The leader of the squad approached Ebony, standing at attention with his sword at his side.

“Miss Ebony. Captain Pike of the city guard. We’ve been given orders to supply you with an escort during your activities today. Don’t worry, we won’t crowd you. If you or your companion need any assistance, we will be within reaching distance.”

“T-Thank you, Captain. We’ll, uhm… We’ll be inside the art exhibits. And, uh, station your ponies as you see fit. Thank you.” Ebony ordered, prompting the guards to disperse towards the Square. Octavia could tell from the wavering in Ebony’s tone that she wasn’t used to giving orders.

Ebony turned back to Octavia, sighing heavily. “Vanhoover isn’t any more dangerous than any other major city in the Fringe. But recently it seems as though things have been stirring up, and Professor Ether just wants to make sure we’re safe is all. Please try not to worry about it, Octavia. We should just enjoy ourselves today!”

Some hesitation crossed Octavia’s mind, but she decided to keep up her ‘letting loose’ streak and dismissed her worries. After all, the guard ponies would be there if anything unexpected were to happen. Even if Octavia wasn’t exactly sure what could happen that would require a whole squad of armored guards.

“Alright, I’m not worried. Let’s go to the exhibits.” Stated Octavia. Ebony nodded with an approving smile and leads the way down the steps to the fringe of the square.

Not much time had passed into the morning and already there were many more ponies arriving to visit the art show, creating a rather clouded atmosphere. The exhibits were bunched together in some places, making it difficult to see the artwork. Though Octavia and Ebony managed to part their way through to see most of the displays. Everything from traditional canvas art to experimental designs and unique sculptures were featured from various artists and crafts ponies. The many colors added a very jovial and almost carnival- like tone to the square, further complimented by the colorful banners and decorations set up the day before.

During their time spent at the festival, Octavia had almost completely forgotten why she was even in Vanhoover in the first place. She wished some of her Ponyville friends were with her to enjoy the day as well.

An hour or so passed by, and Octavia and Ebony had made it through a good portion of the art show. Only one section remained; The display of encaustic art situated on the very edge of the square, closest to the outlying buildings and alleys.

The escort of guards had been lightly circling around Octavia and Ebony for most of the day, shifting around the crowd to be within sight. However, as the two entered into the encaustic display, there were suddenly less guards than before. Octavia didn’t pay it much attention, presuming the others to be in the other sections of the festival.

A few minutes later, Captain Pike stopped by Octavia and Ebony as they viewed one painting of a pony skipping a stone across a river.

“Hello. Just stopping by to ask how you two are doing. Wonderful art show isn’t it? My wife actually has a piece on exhibit somewhere here.”

“Wow, really?” asked Ebony with a grin, “She must be really happy to have her work on display! Where is it?”

“I was just about to say, I can’t actually remember what art style it was. It must’ve been in the watercolors. I really need to look for it so I can say that I saw it. Maybe you saw it earlier?” asked Captain Pike.

“We did go through the watercolors, but we couldn’t see all of them due to how crowded it is. Let’s go back and see if we can find it!” exclaimed Ebony with the enthusiasm of a filly. The Captain smiled and turned, taking the lead.

Octavia took one last look at the encaustic painting before turning away to follow Ebony.

However, something strange caught her eye. She stopped.

Octavia gazed up at the roof of the closest building, a two-story house. A pony stood atop the building, motionless on the very edge of the tiled roof. A white robe and a red sash cloaked the pony, with the light breeze flowing underneath the sides of the robe.

At first glance, Octavia thought the pony might be some kind of statue, the sunlight preventing her from noticing any intricate details. Though she picked out the most distinguishing feature; a white hood which kept the pony’s eyes hidden from sight. Octavia continued to stare at the figure, getting a strange feeling. As though she had seen something incredibly similar before, a long time ago.

Noting Octavia’s bewilderment, Ebony returned to her friend. “You ok, Octavia? What’s wrong…?”

Tracing her friend’s gaze up to the rooftop, Ebony instantly spotted the hooded pony, a look of horror overcoming her. She snapped her head down towards Captain Pike, who hadn’t noticed the two mares stopped following.

The hooded pony suddenly moved, leaping off of the roof and into the air.

“CAPTAIN!!!” Ebony yelled.

Before the Captain’s ears could have twitched in Ebony’s direction, the hooded pony landed directly on top of Captain Pike with a large thud and scraping of armor against the ground. Shouts of terror and panic emitted from the crowd of ponies fleeing as the hooded pony removed one of her fore hooves from the back of the Captain’s neck. A blade transfixed to the pony’s hoof appeared coated with blood.

Octavia and Ebony looked on in terror as the remainder of the guards were alerted. They speedily positioned themselves to form a defensive circle around Octavia and Ebony.

“Assassins!!” Cautioned a guard mare as the squad unsheathed their swords and spears.

In less than an instant, several other ponies shrouded in white hoods appeared as if from thin air, dashing towards the guards from within the scattering crowd. One of the Assassins threw down a spherical object, a loud burst releasing a thick cloud of smoke. Many of the guards became disoriented, hacking and wheezing as the Assassins quickly dispatched a few and engaged in combat with others.

Acting on instinct, Ebony casted a small magic shield around Octavia and herself, preventing the smoke from reaching them. She frantically looked for an escape, spying a nearby alleyway just as the smoke obscured it.

“There!” Ebony called out, galloping ahead of Octavia as the two ran out of the smoke and into the alley.

As the sounds of fighting trailed off behind them, Octavia and Ebony rushed through the alleyway, coming down a set of steps and turning a corner. They eventually slowed down to catch their breath, spinning around to keep an eye on their backs as they stood in the middle of the alley.

Octavia had never seen somepony kill before. She had heard about how places outside of the Heartland once saw so much violence and death. But that was years ago, and the Fringe had been considerably more safe since. She never expected to see a pony’s life taken away so quickly.

Ebony’s horrified expression as she gasped for air summed up a portion of Octavia’s feelings. Though she knew Ebony must have been scared out of her mind.

“I… I think we’re s-safe. I don’t think… t-they followed us.”

Ebony’s breathing stopped cold as a hooded stallion appeared from the way they came.

The Assassin spotted them, and immediately dashed in their direction.

“RUN!” Ebony shouted, taking the lead once more as Octavia did her best to keep up.

The two ran further into the alleys of the city, crossing forks and rounding corners as they fled deeper into the older sections of Vanhoover. Octavia quickly glanced behind her, seeing that the Assassin in pursuit had disappeared.

“He’s gone!”

“No! W-we have to keeping running!”

“Run where?!”

“Anywhere!! I don’t know!!” Ebony cried out, briefly clenching her eyes shut as tears flew from her cheeks.

Just as Ebony picked up speed, the Assassin landed from above in front of Octavia, causing her to skid to a halt. The Assassin’s green wings fanned out, though slowly folded as he stood from his landing. Like the others who attacked in the square, his hood concealed most of his face, save for his green-coated snout.

Octavia locked on to the Assassin before her, frozen in fear for a few seconds. It didn’t take her long to realize that Ebony hadn’t even noticed the Assassin’s arrival, and had continued galloping until she was out of sight.

The Assassin slowly stepped forward, prompting Octavia to cautiously step backward in turn. She contemplated her options for only a second before sprinting in the opposite direction as fast as her legs would allow.

With the air gushing through her mane as she desperately tried to flee, Octavia aimlessly ran through the maze of alleys until she spied an open-ended path. She took it and galloped as hard as she could towards the open air, hearing the echoes of shouting guards coming from somewhere behind.

Octavia caught herself just in time as she came to a large drop at the end of the path. Below her lied the rushing currents of the Vérité River.

The sound of hoof steps marked the arrival of the Assassin, who had stopped right behind Octavia as she whisked around to face him. There was no escape.

“S-stop right there! Don’t come any closer!” Octavia warned. She realized her words meant nothing without a means to defend herself.

“I’m not here to hurt you, Octavia. I need you to come with me.” The stallion said.

“I’m not going anywhere with…” Octavia paused. She knew that voice.

The Assassin’s ear twitched, aware of the sudden presence on the nearby rooftop.

“Look out!”

The clack and snap of a guard’s crossbow rang out. A large bolt violently struck the Assassin squarely in his side as he dove towards Octavia, knocking both of them into the river below.

As the currents overcame them, the river waters carried them past the city limits and down towards the faraway countryside.