Twilight impatiently tapped her hooves together, looking around the office from her place in the chair opposite Spitfires desk. It had been an hour since the guard had let her into the office, with no sign of the Commander.

Spitfires office was somewhat small, a circular room in one of the towers just a floor below the pinnacle of one of the pulpits of Canterlot Castle, presumably the top floor was the Commanders bedroom. The office was simple, with a desk towards the back and facing a window, two plain chairs and a large Pegasi flag draped along one wall. Even if Spitfire had been given the time to decorate her new office, she either hadn't taken it, hadn't the resources, or even the care to do it up a bit.

The unicorn was becoming more and more impatient. She was still a Princess after all, and it was extremely rude to keep her waiting. With every passing minute it began to dawn on her how little respect they had for her as a Princess, and the hatred they obviously had for her. The guards hit from earlier still hurting Twilight.

Eventually, after another 20 minutes of waiting Spitfire opened the door and walked in, getting to her desk before noticing the Princess, surprised at her presence. Slowly it dawned on her that she had previously agreed to see with the violet mare.

"Twilight..." she ran her tongue over her teeth "What a pleasure"

Twilight ignored the pure sarcasm in her voice and decided to try and be civil. She'd worked hard with Dash to try and gain some insight on her past and wasn't about to throw it all away by offending her closest friend and ally. "Commander Spitfire... I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions... About the High Commander" She said carefully, watching her face for any reaction.

Spitfire made no effort to mask the lack of care or interest in her voice as she took her seat on the other side of the desk "Oh... Is this for your Filly Press?"

Twi ignored the dig at her and decided to continue. She honestly didn't know why she was so hated by Spitfire, but she presumed it was the lack of wings. "So. The scar on Dash's wing? Whats that from?"

Spitfire looked up and leaned back, frowning "You don't know what happened?" She looked at her hoof "Maybe she doesn't want you to know"

"Please!" Twi almost shouted, sitting slowly back down "Please tell me? I want to help her"

"Help her? You? Dash is beyond your help. Anyones help. You think you'll go back to your happy little lives after this? I'll go back to performing for crowds? You're wrong. If we win, and thats a big IF, Dash will either be killed by you, the citizens of equestria or even a Pegasi, you'll never rule, and I'll retire and live the rest of my days on a little cloud somewhere. This whole shitstorm will take at least three generations to forget and move on, even then there'll be tensions between us and the Griffons." She stated, every word true. "But the scar? She got that just three months after joining. She's the only survivor of the fall of Ponyville"

Twi nodded slowly, processing every word. "But Ponyville fell? We lost. She wouldn't have run away"

"Exactly. The Griffons took her as a plaything, seeing the young girl she was must have made them want her even more" She shrugged "Rumour has it she killed at least 25 Griffons before they stopped her. And, if ya ask me? I'd wanna get revenge on someone that had taken out 25 of my comrades, and I'd make it last." She hissed

Twilight gulped. It was all making sense, falling into place. Dash had been an innocent mare until she'd joined. But the biggest turning point was the events of Ponyville. "T-Thanks Spitfire" She got up and headed to the door.

She had to find out more....

Author's Note

Thanks for reading!