A Master of Deceit

Chapters

The Serpent of Paradise
Beneath Paradise
Dining With Ponies And A Lead Home
Business Plans And A Bump In The Road
A King In Chains
A Deal Between Monsters
The Only Way To Fight A Monster Is With A Monster
Weaving A Web
A New Day, A New Mask, Same Old Lies
The Side Of The Deceived
A Spy Among Criminals
Never Trust A Pony To Keep Their Mouth Shut
The Tablet And Another Conspirator
The Mask of A Fool
Daggers and Plots

The Serpent of Paradise

His stomach tied itself in knots as he sat at the dark, mahogany desk. His heart raced almost as fast as the thoughts in his mind. The crimson walls of his office may as well be the flames of hell closing in on him, his desk the tomb in which he was trapped, the portrait behind him the very specter of the devil some to claim his soul. More than once he caught himself jerking his eyes to the side when he thought one of the shadows in the room had moved. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath to try and calm himself. He tried to think reassuring thoughts, but they were all pushed aside by one sentence: "What if something goes wrong?"

His name is Remiel Samael Blaz, a young man of only twenty with short, neatly trimmed brown hair and haunting, bright, light blue eyes that seemed to shimmer with a soft light and could look through a person to their very soul, or so someone had told him once. Despite his youth Remiel was the sole owner of Shield Corporation. Never heard of it? Don't be surprised, not many have.

Shield Corp. didn't manufacture or sell any products, deal in real estate or any import and exports. What it did was buy and operate the businesses that did. To date Shield Corp. owned and operated the top three hundred and seventy nine Fortune 500 companies. Naturally this wasn't public knowledge and no amount of snooping or espionage would turn up the company's name, or, more importantly, Remiel's name. It may be more cloak and dagger than most people would like, but Remiel had his reasons for his anonymity.

Once, twice, three times, his eyes scanned over page after page. Several papers lay strewn all over his desk, each with line after line of information, damning evidence of his scheming and his deeds. Again and again he read the pages, scrutinized every detail, searching for anything that might have been overlooked. But what good would it have been if he did? It was already too late to cancel the plan. The money was wired, the officials bribed, the package moved. All he could do now was wait and hope everything went exactly according to plan.

Remiel took a deep breath and closed his eyes, trying to get himself to relax. "This is not helping my anxiety," Remiel mumbled to himself. He knew that brooding over these papers would do no good for him or the plan, but he couldn't help it. This plan meant so much to him, so much for the people he took under his guardianship. Sighing in defeat Remiel pushed himself away from his desk and rose to his feet. Perhaps stretching his legs would help clear his mind. He turned from his desk and walked across the oak floor to the sole window in the room. Through it he could see the large expanse that made up his estate. A white, paved road lead out for roughly a hundred yards before connecting to another road at a 'Y' intersection with a large fountain in the middle that led to another building before going on for another mile to a large gate connected to a wall that ran for most of the land he owned.

His front yard was clear with lush green grass and many beautiful gardens that added a nice appeal to the property with color and life. He turned his gaze from the gardens to the massive construction that lay a short walk across the yard. It was an eight story 'U' shaped mansion that had an astounding one hundred and ten thousand square feet per floor. On the outside it looked like an old castle, the walls on the outside being stone, but the inside was completely modern. Why did he need such a massive building? He didn't, it had been commissioned by his father when he was still young and took over a hundred workers two years to build.

Seeing no use for the mansion himself, he instead turned it into an apartment building for the people who worked at the estate, even though the roughly five hundred people living there barely took up the first four floors, and that with the first floor being renovated to act as a social gathering place, as well as turned the space created by the 'U' into a small park area for them.

Remiel preferred to hire recent immigrants, and not for reasons you may think. Some like to hire people of similar backgrounds for cheap labor they can exploit without worry of legal repercussions. For Remiel it was because they were driven, hardworking people who needed a hand to get up on their feet. Now he didn't hire immigrants exclusively, several of the families living and working here were from all corners of America and had fallen on hard times. One would think bringing so many different kinds of people together would breed tension among the occupants, and at first there was. Soon though they turned into a happy, healthy community that accepted and embraced one another, something that pleased Remiel to no end. As much as he brought them here to help them get on their feet, he did have another motive for bringing people from so many walks of life together.

Despite his reasons for their being here, he had come to cherish them as though they were his own family. He knew each by name as well as their stories, their likes and dislikes and even their goals in life. Sometimes a perfect memory came in handy.

But as much as he adored his extended family, living in the large mansion with them could at times be difficult, so he had another mansion built a short walk away from it. This one was three floors with twenty two thousand square feet per floor. It was designed to look similar to the old mansion, but instead of being shaped like a 'U' it was simply rectangular, the sides being three times as long as it was wide at the front and back. The first floor consisted of a large foyer where he could greet and dazzle guests as well as a large kitchen and a large ball room style room in the back where he could conduct meetings with his employees and those who ran his many companies.

That may have been a bit much for so few rooms on the first floor, but the size was necessary for his plans with the second floor. He did not live in the mansion alone, a handful of the families had special needs or children with conditions that made getting about in the other mansion difficult. Here they could be better cared for and not be disturbed by their neighbors, as well as make the mansion seem a little less lonely.

The second floor was designed to be split down the center with hallways further dissecting it. One hallway was given to each family, Remiel had one of his own that was off-limits to everyone unless invited. Finally the third floor was his pride and joy, a library. He added the library because of his love for reading and history, and many members of his family had taken to using it as well.

Losing himself in thoughts of his family brought a small smile to his face. Everything he did, he did for them. No, that wasn't right. They benefited from his actions, but he did it for himself. He needed them, he needed them more than he would ever admit, even to himself. Unfortunately his moment of peace and serenity was short lived as a knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

"Enter," he said in a calm, detached voice. He turned as the door to his office opened and in walked a tall man with short trimmed hair covered by a grey beret and sharp green eyes. He was dressed in a fine murky grey camouflage shirt and pants with black leather shoes. Hanging on his back from a strap was a fully automatic AR-15 and strapped to his right thigh was a jet black Glock 9mm pistol. Remiel's smile returned, though less pronounced. The man's name was Matthew Fields, a former sniper in the Army Rangers now turned Remiel's bodyguard and chief of his security force.

"How are you today, Mathew?" Matthew's face remained stoic and void of all emotion.

"I'm fine sir," he replied, his voice empty. "I just received word from the gate that the G.o.H has arrived." The joy Remiel had felt from his friend's presence quickly disappeared from Remiel's face, leaving a cold, stoney mask in its place as he quickly began walking to the door.

"They are thirty minutes early," he said to Matthew as the bodyguard stepped aside to let him through then fell into line behind him. "What is the status of the package?"

"Not due to arrive for another ten minutes, sir," Matthew replied. Damn! This was exactly the kind of thing that Remiel had been worried about. So much had depended on the timing, and the early arrival of the G.o.H could potentially ruin the entire plan. Remiel had to figure out how to salvage what he could.

"How are the remaining preparations coming along?"

"Jensen reported that they finished ten minutes ago and are currently positioning everyone for when the G.o.H steps into position." Good ole Jensen, Remiel could always depend on him to get whatever he needed done. And at times he felt like Jensen and Matthew were the only things he could depend on. After a short walk through the maroon hallway that belonged to Remiel they came to the foyer. It was large room shaped like a circle. In the front were mainly large windows that showed the splendor of the small garden in front of his mansion. The walls were the same maroon as those in his study, but what was different was the white marble floor that was polished to a shine. In the back were two arched staircases with black marble stairs and white marble railing that led up to a small platform above the door leading to the remainder of the first floor, then another small set of stairs led from the platform to the second floor. Remiel and Matthew stopped on that small platform where Remiel proceeded to make sure his black blazer and pants were neat.

"Do I look presentable, Mathew?" he asked. He looked over to his bodyguard and saw the man look him up and down.

"Looks fine to me, sir," he answered before adding, "but I don't know much about getups like that." Remiel decided to use that statement to poke a little fun at the older man.

"Indeed," Remiel said with a small smirk as he began to descend to the foyer. "If you knew how to dress like me you would not have as much trouble with the fairer sex as you do." For the first time that day, Remiel heard Matthew snicker.

"And what would you know about the 'fairer sex', Rem?" Mathew joked. "You've never even had a girl before."

"What are you talking about, Mathew?" Remiel asked, feigning hurt at his words. "Have you not seen all those pretty girls that throw themselves at me?" That made the ex-soldier chuckle.

"Oh, I've seen 'em," Matthew laughed. "It's a good thing you're rich, Rem, because you wouldn't get by on looks." That got Remiel laughing with him.

"Still, I am doing better than you, my friend. You have neither charm nor wealth."

"Not my fault my boss is cheap." That got them both laughing. Finally they came to the center of the foyer, a beautiful mural of the sun rising over the horizon painting the sky pink and orange, but halfway across the sky turned to night, dotted with stars and the moon as well. Though calling it a sunrise would be incorrect. Some said it was a sunrise, while others thought it was a sunset. When Remiel commissioned it he merely requested the twilight hour, where the day and night began to share the sky. As the mural was made from pieces of marble as well it was fairly expensive, but after Remiel saw how beautiful it was he immediately doubled what he was paying the artist. The expense however was well worth it as twilight held a special meaning Remiel. He and Matthew walked over and stood where they would be at the peak of the sun. It was a shame they had to walk on such a fine piece of art, but it took up a sizeable portion of the floor in the foyer. Though the staff took special care in maintaining it, which was saying a lot. Soon a black car pulled up to the front of the mansion.

"Do you think they suspect anything?"

"They have to think something is up," Matthew answered and then smirked, "but they have no clue what's about to happen." Remiel smiled as well.

"Excellent." A thought suddenly came to Remiel. "Did anyone think to close the shutters in the ballroom?" Matthew's eyes went wide, a sign he had overlooked it as well. Remiel inwardly cursed himself, such a small detail would ruin any chance they had at surprising the G.o.H.

"I'll close them and be right back."

"No," Remiel said as the bodyguard turned to leave. "Close them and get into position with the others. If you suddenly come back and tell me you finished the task I sent you to do it may just tip our hand and let them know something is afoot." Matthew looked like he was going to say something but Remiel cut him off. "What kind of danger could a father, mother and a child pose to me?" Matthew smirked again.

"Mr. Flores is a big guy, and his wife has a hell of a temper. And don't forget, Sophie isn't a child anymore. She's a woman now, and all women are dangerous." Remiel chuckled a little at that, but Matthew said no more and went to do Remiel's bidding. The sound of a car door shutting brought Remiel's attention back to the front door and the guests he was about to be entertaining. First in walked Maria Flores, a woman of thirty six with sun-kissed skin, beautiful long black hair that came down to the middle of her back and gorgeous green eyes that shined brighter than any emerald Remiel had ever seen. She wore a simple yet pretty light blue blouse, matching pants, and a nice pair of black dress shoes. Right behind her came her husband, Juan Flores. Juan was a large man, standing at over six foot, with large bulging arms from the back-breaking work he did. His hair was short and a very dark brown color, while his eyes were a deep blue. He wore a nice white shirt tucked into a pair of black dress pants, as well as black work boots, the man refused to wear anything else no matter the occasion.

Then finally came Sophie, Juan and Maria's fourteen, no, fifteen year old daughter. She was the mirror image of her mother in all ways save her eyes, those dazzling sapphires came from her father. She wore a beautiful, long blue dress that, in conjunction with her shy smile, seemed to make her absolutely shine. Remiel smiled warmly at them and walked over to greet them.

"Hola Señor Flores," he said as he held out his hand to the large man. Juan smiled warmly and grasped Remiel with his own, massive, hand, and proceeded to crush it, though not intentionally.

"Hola Mr. Blaz," he answered in a thick mexican accent. Remiel continued to smile at the man, but his hand felt like it was being crushed.

"How are you today, my friend?" Remiel asked as Juan released the vice-like grip on his hand, much to the relief of Remiel's bones. It was unbelievable how strong he was.

"I'm well, sir," he replied.

" 'Mr. Blaz'? 'Sir'?" Remiel asked with an amused look. "Come now Juan, we have known one another for five years now, I would think we would be on a first name basis by now." Juan looked stricken, strange for a grown man of thirty nine to make that face at someone almost half his age. Sophie and Maria giggled a little at him.

"But you're the boss," he said. Remiel cocked an eyebrow at him.

"Are you working right now?" he asked.

"N-No." Remiel clasped the larger man on the shoulder.

"Then we are not employer and employee, but friends and neighbors." The larger man still seemed unsure of himself, but nodded his head and Remiel gave him a warm smile. Juan was a good man, hardworking, dependable and kind to a fault. Turning his attention to Maria Remiel thought he would have a little fun. Feigning shock he said, "Why, Juan, you never told me you had two daughters!" Maria rolled her eyes while Juan and Sophie bit back their laughter. "And what is your name, miss?" Remiel asked as he held his hand out for hers and bowed slightly.

"You missed your chance by twenty years, Rem," Maria said as she good naturedly shoved him in the shoulder. She then leaned over and loving ran her hand down her husband's large arm. "Besides, I like a man with muscles." Ouch. Sophie and Juan were now giving it their all to not laugh at Remiel's expense. Remiel feigned hurt and recoiled from her statement.

"How you wound me, Maria," he said in a pained voice. She merely rolled her eyes and hit him in the shoulder, not so good naturedly, but Remiel laughed it off, the two gigglers joining in with him. "Ah, unrequited attraction aside, how are you today Maria?" Maria smiled at his poor, yet flattering, jokes.

"I'm doing well, Rem," a small gleam appeared in her eyes, "but there is a certain young boy that doesn't seem to realize that I'm taken." Boy? Once again, ouch. Not wanting for Maria to get the final say in the conversation, Remiel decided to go with it.

"Where is this rogue?" he asked, suddenly sounding heroic, puffing out his chest a little. "Juan and I shall teach him a lesson he shan't soon forget." Once more the gigglers resumed their merry giggling, and Maria just rolled her eyes.

"Sometimes I wonder about you, Rem."

"Ah, so you do think about me." The punch that followed his statement felt like it had come from Juan, but Maria was the one who was shaking the sting from her hand. Remiel just laughed and proceeded to rub his left shoulder. Damn that woman was strong! Juan and Sophie could no longer hold back their laughter as they erupted into a small fit of chuckles. Ignoring the pain in his shoulder, Remiel turned his attention to Sophie. "Feliz Cumpleaños, Sophie." Recovering from her small laughing fit, Sophie did a small curtsey.

"Gracias Mr. Blaz," she said. She then did a little twirl in her dress. "Do you like my dress?"

"It is a pretty dress made beautiful by the young lady wearing it," he answered. Sophie beamed at his compliment, thrilled to be referred to as a young lady instead of young girl. "I must apologize, Sophie. It is your special day and yet here I am chatting with your parents and ignoring you." Sophie quickly shook her head and waved her hands in front of her.

"N-No, it's fine!" she gasped out. "It's not a problem."

"Nonsense," Remiel said while lightly shaking his head. "This is not just your birthday, but your quinceañera! Such rudeness cannot be allowed to stand!" Before Sophie or her parents could argue to the contrary Remiel continued. "Please, allow me to make up for it by inviting the three of you to my garden for a short while. A small meal and drinks on me." Sophie looked back to her parents who nodded and Maria decided to get in one more jab.

"You aren't cooking are you Rem?" she asked with a smirk. That again? Why couldn't people just let it go already? It was three years ago! Remiel shook his head and turned to lead them to the ballroom.

"You catch the stove on fire one time and no one will ever let you forget it," he replied, causing the family to laugh at him.

"You were making toast," Juan said between his booming laughs.

"French toast." That just made the family laugh harder. It wasn't his fault, really. How was he supposed to know that the cooking grease he was using was flammable? Yes, yes, keep laughing, my friends. In a few moments I will be the one laughing. "Yes, yes, I am a horrid chef who somehow was banished from his own kitchen." Remiel was still a little sore about that. After all, it was his kitchen! "Now, if you would please, follow me." Remiel turned away from the still laughing family and led them down the hallway that ran underneath the stairway to the second floor.

After passing the small elevator that also led to the second floor, some of the house's residents were disabled so Remiel had it added to make their lives a little easier, they came to the ballroom. It was a massive room that took up the majority of the first floor with its polished white marble floor and crimson curtains draping around each of the dozens of windows that lined the room. The only thing keeping the room from being perfectly rectangular was a large open counter near the back that showed the large kitchen inside that many restaurants would murder for. And in Remiel's case it was also no man's land, the forbidden garden. All because of some toast.

"Why are the shutters down?" Sophie asked. Remiel waved his hand as if to dismiss the question.

"Mike has been doing maintenance on them today."

"Oh." The shutters were designed to protect the windows from powerful storms, but were also designed to be bullet proof, nothing short of a mortar or RPG would even make a dent in them. He guided them to the back door and smiled to them.

"Come now, let us enjoy this beautiful day outside," he said as he opened the door and stood to hold the door open for the family. They thanked him for holding the door and stepped outside. Moments later he heard all three of them gasp before being cut off by a massive roar.

"Feliz Cumpleaños Sophie!" hundreds of voices shouted at once. A wicked grin came to Remiel's face.

Did I not say I would get the last laugh? he thought smugly. He walked out to join them and saw the stunned looks on their faces. Down from the stone patio was his personal garden, a large diamond shaped area made by hedgerows with a cobbled path surrounding a large fountain. Usually it was a peaceful place he could go to to read, but today it was packed with almost five hundred and fifty people, dozens of tables and his peaceful retreat inside the diamond was turned into a dance floor with a DJ stand and speakers all over it. He spared no expense for this party. The best food, entertainment, and of course presents, but he had another surprise as well. He walked over to the Flores and smiled evilly at them. "If you keep your mouths open like that you may end up swallowing a fly." They all turned to him in shock.

"Th-" Juan started, but couldn't finish. Before he knew it, Remiel was swept up into a huge hug from the burly man. Remiel's first reaction to the sudden hug was pain, lots and lots of pain. It felt like his spine was going to break in half.

"Juan," he gasped out. "Juan, I can't breath." The man laughed and set Remiel down, only to receive a hug from Maria and Sophie as well, pain-free, mostly.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Blaz," Maria choked out, tears of joy running down her face.

"Enough of that now," Remiel told her with a smile. "All I did was finance this little party." He made a grand sweeping motion to everyone in the yard. "They are the ones who set it all up." Maria and Juan nodded and shouted their thanks to everyone in the yard, receiving a small applause. "Now, I believe it is customary for the father to escort the 'Guest of Honor' to the party?" Juan nodded and Sophie took his arm as he led her down the stairs. Remiel turned to Maria and offered a small bow. "May I be your escort, my lady?" Maria laughed softly.

"Just this once, Rem," she said and took Remiel's arm. They walked a few paces behind Juan and Sophie and the crowd parted slowly for them, dozens of warm, smiling faces repeating the birthday greeting for Sophie, and she just seemed to glow in all the attention. Finally they made it to the main table and were about to sit when Remiel held up his hand as Matthew appeared beside him and handed him a microphone before whispering something into his ear that caused him to smile.

"Juan, Maria, Sophie," he said in a warm, caring tone that carried even through the speakers. "It was five years ago the three of you arrived here and became a part of my family, and today we are all here to celebrate the coming of age for one of our own." The large crowd cheered and clapped at his words. "And just as I see you as members of my family I hope you see myself and everyone gathered here as family as well." Juan and Maria nodded their heads, tears beginning to form. "It brings me so much joy to know you feel as I do, but even though you have family here I know you have family back in Mexico that were unable to attend." The family looked downtrodden at that, but Remiel wasn't finished yet.

"Or rather, that used to be the case," he continued. The Flores gave him confused looks. "A young lady's quinceaňera is not just a special day for her, but her entire family, extended and blood." He pointed to the crowd and a small section of them parted and the Flores gasped in shock, tears streaming down their cheeks. Standing there in the middle of the crowd were more than a dozen of their family members straight from Mexico. The three of them wasted no time running around the table to embrace the loved ones they hadn't seen in five years. Again the crowd raised their voices in joy for the family. It was truly a heartwarming moment and Remiel gave them a few precious moments before handing the microphone back to Matthew and slowly walking towards the huddled mass. The moment he came within arms reach Juan seized him in another, more powerful, hug. Tears of joy streaked down his face as he tried to articulate his thanks. Remiel ignored the pain in his spine and patted the man on the shoulder. Once Juan finally set him down he motioned for all of them to gather around him.

"Juan I know family is very important to you, just as it is to me," Remiel said with a bright smile, Juan nodding his head, "so I cannot in good conscience bring your family here for a party and then merely send them back to Mexico." The entire family's eyes went wide at his words. Remiel looked to all the members of the family with a warm smile. "So I took the liberty of pulling a few strings and bribing a few officials," as he said this a man in the same uniform as Matthew approached the family members and began handing them small booklets, new passports with the American seal on top. At first none of them were registering what was happening. "You are now all American citizens, and it would bring me no shortage of joy if you would live here and join our family."

A stunned silence washed over them, those who couldn't speak english asking those who could what had just happened while those who could brought hands over their mouths and fell to their knees, shocked. Finally one of them found their tongue and explained what Remiel had done for them. Many of them began weeping and jumping in joy and a few came to Remiel and took his hand, repeating their thanks over and over again.

Remiel turned to the crowd who was roaring and clapping their approval and shouted as loud as he could, "Why are you just standing there? Welcome our newest family members!" Several people broke free from the crowd and advanced on the newcomers shaking hands and welcoming them into the fold. Remiel was soon lost in a sea of bodies and took the opportunity to slip away from the press of bodies and back over to where Matthew was standing.

"You're not a bad person, Rem," he said in a serious tone. Remiel kept his mask in place, but answered honestly.

"You are correct my friend," Remiel answered with false joy in his voice. "For what I have done I no longer deserve to be called a person. I am a monster."

"Would a monster smuggle these people away from a village torn apart by the cartels and give them a new life?" Remiel had little fear of them being overheard with all the noise coming from the crowd in front of them but kept his voice low anyway.

"If he wanted to keep them from speaking of the package he smuggled with them." Matthew gave a low grunt at that.

"I know monsters, Rem. You're not one."

"Neither am I a 'good person' either. A good person would not put those he cares for in harm's way as I have. Now, I believe I should get everyone settled down so we may begin to eat before the food becomes cold." Remiel gave his friend one last smile before heading back into the throng of bodies, but he no longer felt the smile on his face nor the desire to party. But for the sake of his family he would gladly wear this mask.

Beneath Paradise

A smile was plastered on Remiel's face as he sat at a table near the center of what had been the festivities. Though he went into party hesitant and withdrawn, his spirits had lifted significantly. Hours had passed now and all but a few of his family had left and gone to bed already. I'll make sure they have tomorrow off, he thought pleasantly as he raised a glass of wine to his lips and took a sip. He surveyed what was left of the party area and his smile became less pronounced, but at least it was genuine. If only I could protect the world as I protect them. His smile fell away. If only I could protect them better. He took another sip, this one deeper and shook the thoughts from his mind. He can protect them better, now that is. With his newly acquired relic he could protect them. And perhaps now he could begin to protect everyone.

"Aren't you too young to be drinking, Rem?" Mathew's voice asked from behind him. Remiel grinned slightly.

"Are you here to begrudge me a single glass of wine, Matthew?" Remiel asked jokingly. Matthew chuckled softly.

"Nope, just to tell you we've found space for that new car you ordered." Remiel kept smiling but now his eyes took a more serious look to them. Matthew had just given him the code phrase saying they had moved the relic to the bunker and were ready for him to come inspect it. This relic was one piece of a group objects referred to as the "Fragments of God" due their destructive and mystical properties. Some controlled different aspects of nature, others commanded seemingly otherworldly powers, and a select few held the potential to end all life in the world. As far as Remiel was aware there were twenty four of these 'Fragments of God' in existence, and he now possessed six of them.

"I shall be along to see it in a moment," he answered as he set his glass down and rose from his chair. "First let us give our regards to the birthday girl one last time before we depart for the night."

"You mean 'lady", right?" Remiel laughed softly. To him it seemed like yesterday Sophie had arrived here with her parents and nothing else. Such a shy young girl, now she was fifteen. Even though he wasn't much older than her he wondered if this was how a patent should feel as they watch their child grow. Only twenty years old but Remiel felt each of those years as if they were two ton weights trying to crush him. Should he be thinking of himself as a father to his family when most were his seniors by at least six years? Perhaps he should look as though an overbearing brother. Would that be more appropriate? "Rem, stop thinking or I'll smack you back to the real world." Remiel smiled at the threat, knowing full well Matthew would follow through with it.

"What would I do without you and Jensen keeping me tethered outside of my mind?"

"Starve to death." Remiel gave a hearty laugh at that.

"Oh ye of little faith," Remiel said and began walking towards where he last saw the Flores. He found them surrounded by the family members he had recently reunited them with, chatting away in their native tongue. At his approach Sophie tore from the closely huddled group and charged straight at him. When she reached him Remiel was thrown off balance as she hit him at full steam and wrapped her arms around him in a tight embrace. Remiel's mind went blank for a moment, stunned at the enthusiastic display of affection, and nearly fell. Fortunately the young man kept his balance and neither of them collapsed to the grass. For a moment he stood there in shock, but quickly recovered and returned the embrace. The fake smile he had been wearing was replaced by a slightly more authentic one. "Careful, Sophie, you almost knocked us both down and spoiled your beautiful dress with stains." Sophie immediately became flushed and stepped back from Remiel.

"I-I'm sorry!" she stammered out, but Remiel only gave her a soft smile.

"Think nothing of it, my dear friend. I only worry because a beautiful lady deserves an equally beautiful dress. One not sullied by stains." The blush on her face get ever darker and Remiel wondered if he over did it.

"Th-Thank you," she stuttered, blushing profusely.

"I'm afraid I'm only here to give you my best wishes on your birthday one last time before I depart for the night." Sophie's face fell at the news.

"Already?" Remiel nodded sadly.

"Going to bed so early, Rem?" Juan shouted loudly, laughing.

"I'm afraid so, my friend," he answered, smiling. "I fear I overextended myself of the partying." The large man leapt to his feet and quickly walked over to Remiel.

"Come on, we were just beginning to celebrate," he said throwing an arm around Remiel's shoulders, nearly crushing him. Remiel smiled warmly and was going to respond when a sudden fit of coughing wracked his body. Remiel's left hand shot up to cover his mouth as he could feel the sickly red liquid leap from his throat. Were it not for Juan holding him up he undoubtedly would have fallen, but the large man kept him standing as several gasps of alarm appeared around him.

"Remiel!" Matthew shouted. Keeping his left hand over his mouth Remiel waved him off with his right.

"I'm fine, Matthew," he said suddenly sounding weak. "Mere coughs, nothing to fret over."

"I'm sorry, Rem," Juan said from beside him. Remiel tried to laugh but it came out sounding broken and wet.

"Do not act as though you have power over my condition, my friend. This is in no way your fault. However, I do believe I will be retiring to my room for the night."

"O-Of course," Juan said hastily. He hesitantly let go of the boy, fearing that he may fall without him holding him up. Fortunately, save for a few wobbly steps, Remiel was able to hold himself up. Matthew quickly grabbed a napkin and handed it to Remiel. He thanked him and quickly wiped off his mouth clean of some of the crimson liquid before cleaning his hand.

Despite his attempt at nonchalant mask for his family inside he was furious with himself. How could he have an attack in front of them like that and on Sophie's quinceañera no less? Why did he have to make them worry about him? He knew his condition was out of his control, but that knowledge did nothing to dissuade the rage he felt at himself. He never would forgive himself for slipping up two years ago when he had an attack in front of some of the people that worked in his mansion. After that he was forced to come clean about his terminal illness, a strange disease with no cure that was slowly killing his organs. His favorite doctor gave him another five years to live. It was yet another lie he fed those he called family.

"Juan," Remiel said before turning away from the large man. Juan almost jumped at his name. "Would you please do me a favor and pass along word that everyone has tomorrow off?"

"S-Sure thing, Rem," he answered.

"Oh, and in the morning take our new arrivals shopping, on my tab of course. Something tells me they did not pack nearly enough clothes. I'll see to it my card is delivered to your room later tonight."

"Y-You don't have," Juan started, but Remiel cut him off.

"You are absolutely correct Juan. I do not have to, I want to." That was one good thing about his illness, he no longer had to justify throwing his money around, simply quoting 'You can't take it with you'. Before Juan could argue anymore Remiel waved goodnight to them all and slowly made his way back to his house. Matthew was never more than half a step behind him lest Remiel needed him for support.

"Rem," Matthew said once they were safely inside his mansion and none were around to hear, "you should get some sleep. It will still be there tomorrow."

"Perhaps," Remiel replied in a tone void of all emotion. "Then again the Council may tire of waiting for evidence of my hand in the theft of the relic and attack us tonight. I am the only Gifted we have here on the estate. I must see if it was worth the risk or if I doomed us all with naught to show for it." Mathew's only response was a grunt of disagreement but otherwise remained silent. Remiel wasn't satisfied with that. "I know you only worry for my health, my dear friend, but we both know my time on this earth is limited. I must do what I can in what precious time I have left. At the very least I will make sure the family we have made here is safe from the Council of Kings when they come to battle for the land my death will leave behind."

"You need an heir, Rem."

"I have already named Josh Longman my successor."

"You know the council won't acknowledge him as the Grey King. At most he'll have a few days before the council makes their move."

The Council of Kings, a shadowy organization that has pulled the strings of the world since before recorded history. Very little happened in the world without their blessing. Nations and empires rise and fall with their whims. The Council consists of eight families, each with their own territory to do with as they please. Remiel was one of these kings, the Grey King. If he had his way, soon there would be only one king.

"Even if they refuse to acknowledge him as king and challenge his rule they will not move against him so long as he has the relics I have acquired." At least he hoped they wouldn't.

"But what will keep him from using them?" Remiel's voice took on a dark tone as he answered.

"You will." Matthew was silent and didn't respond. He knew what Remiel meant. He would give Josh the keys to the world, as well as his own Sword of Damocles.

"What about the family? I've seen his reports, but do you think he will care for them as well as you have?"

"Have I?" Remiel asked. "I gave them a home and income, but have I really cared for them? Just because they live in ignorance of it does not dispel the danger they are in this very moment. At any moment the Council could decide to harm one of them just to hurt me."

"They wouldn't dare, not after what you did when they killed Kyle." Rage hotter than any flame erupted in Remiel at the memory. Kyle had been a loyal and dear person to Remiel since he was a child, but one day he was killed as a message from the Council. In the week following his death, dozens of agents working for the other kings had unfortunate accidents that resulted in their deaths and the Red King narrowly avoided a similar fate. The Council never came after his family again. That was the moment he knew what he must do: Destroy the Council, even if doing so cost him his life and his soul.

"I am not willing to take that chance." They walked in silence to the corridor that connected the foyer to the ballroom and stopped at the elevator. Remiel pressed the bottom and it opened with a light 'ding'. They stepped inside and Matthew proceeded to unlock the maintenance box where a hidden button lay. He pressed it and the doors to the elevator closed. With that they could feel themselves beginning to descend down past the basement and into the subterranean part of his estate.

"How long?" Matthew asked, breaking the silence. Remiel took a moment to answer it. He couldn't feign ignorance, Matthew was far too intelligent and knew him too well for that.

"Long enough," he answered. "Hopefully."

"How. Long." Damn that man, was he really going to make him say it? Remiel couldn't bring himself to say it, he wasn't strong enough.

"I was thinking how next year Sophie will be sixteen. I was considering getting her a car, a really nice one." He gave Matthew a bright smile. "Will you please make sure she gets one, Matthew?" The ex-soldier's face was hard as stone, but he nodded his head. "And Matthew, when I depart I am leaving the protection of our family to you and Jensen." Again he nodded his head. Remiel put his right hand on the man's shoulder. If only he or Jenson had been Gifted. He wouldn't have hesitated to make either his heir, but it was one of the few things in the world he could not control, and a curse he would never wish on anyone.

The Gifted are humans born with an inherited gift of power that could only be described as magic. They were all of above average intelligence, as far as medical research went it was speculated this was so because their minds had to be more developed in order to comprehend the forces at their disposal. This 'gift' was more of a curse though. For the more gifted the person was, the shorter their lifespan. It was believed they lived shortened lifespans due to the fact that their bodies needed magic in order to function properly, and magic in this world was all but dead. Remiel was one such 'gifted' person, and had magic been a plentiful source, he would have been terrifying. But since magic is gone, he is merely a man doomed to die young.

He has spent countless millions of his wealth on finding ways to cure this ailment, or at least slow the progression, but science could only do so much. The team he had researching a cure thought they had a breakthrough not four months ago, but the trial ended in disaster. After that failure they directed their focus on other routes, but if they found a solution it would come too late for Remiel.

"Rem, I know I said it before, but-"

"I will not use that abomination, Matthew, even if it is the only way to save myself. The price is too high."

"You know there would be no shortage of volunteers." Remiel snapped on his friend.

"And who knows how much time their sacrifice will buy me? A year? A month? How many do you expect me sacrifice with that knife?" Matthew didn't back down from the challenge.

"You're no stranger to killing Rem," Mathew's voice was cold as ice. Remiel narrowed his eyes as some of his rage began to bubble to the surface.

"Neither are you, Reaper," Remiel countered. Reaper had been Mathew's nickname during his tenure in the military, and it was well deserved. Three hundred and five confirmed kills and another one hundred and twenty six unconfirmed. "What was it you told me after you arrived here and I asked how you kept your humanity after wading through so much blood?"

"It's not how much blood you spill, but who's blood it is," he answered. Remiel nodded his head.

"I have no qualms about killing those who need to die, but I will not butcher the same people I have vowed to watch over!"

"Then use the prisoners." Another angry retort was about to surface, but Remiel was suddenly wracked by another attack. Mathew's anger was gone as he quickly caught him and held him up. Remiel's hands covered his mouth to keep the blood from spraying out. Moments later the doors to the elevator opened. "C'mon Rem, we got to get you to Glasses." Matthew carefully put one of Remiel's arms around his shoulders and carried him off the elevator. Remiel could only see bits and pieces, but he saw enough to see Matthew scan his hand and prick his finger for the security measures. Then he heard the massive, three foot thick, solid steel door slowly open as the sound of running feet approached them.

"Your Majesty!" a voice shouted. Another set of hands grabbed him, but he used his now bloodstained hand to wave him off.

"I'll be fine," he answered. "Bring me a chair so I may rest a moment. And do not refer to me as King or any other formalities, Rolf. Rem works just fine."

"O-Of course!" Rolf answered before running off to fulfill Remiel's request. Matthew slowly walked forward, still supporting Remiel, and stopped to help Remiel sit in the chair when Rolf returned.

"Go get Glasses, Rolf," Matthew said as the young guard saluted then took off to go fetch the professor.

"You really must stop calling her Glasses, Matthew," Remiel chuckled softly. "The good doctor is a sweet lady."

"Heh, you just like her cause she's stuck in her head like you." Remiel chuckled at that. Matthew walked over to a counter and grabbed a handful of napkins. He returned and handed them to Remiel.

"Thank you." Remiel then set about cleaning the blood off his hand and wiping his face. "So my friend, have you asked her yet?" Matthew smirked a little.

"Gonna do it in a couple days," he answered. "Got everything ready. Fancy restaurant, a spot at the park to watch the stars, ring nice and polished." Remiel smiled broadly at the man.

"I am happy for you my friend, she is a good woman."

"That she is."

"Are you two gentlemen talking about me?" a feminine voice asked. Remiel looked over to his left and saw the professor entering. Her name was Kylie Summers and she was an attractive woman with long red hair and gorgeous green eyes. It wasn't hard to see why Matthew was attracted to her. Remiel mentally smiled to himself, thinking how she was a good match for him as she wasn't afraid to challenge him and Matthew was a good match for her because he kept her from living in her head. Remiel easily put on a mask to hide his surprise, but Matthew was not so quick.

"Alas no, my dear professor," Remiel said, trying to keep her from focusing on Matthew. Her proper title was Doctor Summers, but she insisted on being called 'Professor' instead. "Matthew here recently purchased a new car and I was merely comparing it to a woman."

"And what would you know about women, Rem?" she asked playfully. "Have you even been laid?" Rolf audibly gasped but Remiel smirked at her.

"A gentleman does not kiss and tell." Kylie laughed at him.

"Which is code for no," she declared. Remiel laughed with her and Matthew for a moment while Rolf looked stricken.

"Come now, Rolf," Remiel said, some laughter still in his voice, "what she said was indeed humorous." The guard almost jumped when he heard his name.

"But sir," he said hesitantly, "is it really the time for jokes?" Remiel sighed and nodded his head.

"Yes, you are correct," Remiel conceded. "We must proceed with examining the relic."

"Not so fast," Kylie said as she pulled out a small syringe. Remiel inwardly gulped at the small instrument. He hated, no, loathed needles.

"As you command, Professor," Remiel dutifully replied as he rolled up his right sleeve. She walked over and proceeded to take a blood sample. Remiel kept his cool, but his heart was racing and beating so loud he could have sworn that Kylie could hear it. He was unsure where his aversion to needles came from, but he knew it scared him like nothing else could.

"And there we go," she said as she put a small gauze pad over the needle's injection sight. Remiel held the small pad in place while Kylie capped the needle and handed it to Rolf. "Would you please place that in the cooler in my lab?"

"Yes ma'am," he responded before quickly running to do her bidding. Remiel smirked at the young man.

"He is a good man. A little high strung, but a good man none the less." Kylie and Matthew nodded their heads.

"Boy will go far if he keeps his head on right," Matthew added.

"How did he even get to guarding the shelter anyway, Rem?" Kylie asked. "He's still so young." Remiel smiled softly.

"His heart is strong and noble," he replied.

"Ah, you used your 'Sight' on him," she said. Remiel nodded his head. Remiel's 'Sight' was one weak bit of magic his body could manage in this weakened world. The only way he could describe it was that it was like touching the person's soul, their very essence, and reading it like a book. It was a tiring and painful ordeal, but he subjected each and every one of his guards and scientists that worked in the shelter to this examination. "I really wish you'd let me examine that power of yours." Remiel smiled at her.

"Perhaps someday, Professor," he answered. She sighed and shook her head.

"And that's code for never." Remiel and Matthew softly laughed at her. Removing the gauze pad from his arm Remiel rose to his feet.

"I do believe we have spent enough of our time on pleasantries, my friends," he said as he dropped the pad on a trash can. "We should examine the relic so I may go and rest."

"You got it," Kylie said with a smile, but Remiel saw through the mask she wore to the worry underneath. She was good at the art of subterfuge, but Remiel was a master of it. She knew, Matthew knew and Remiel knew that every time he used what little magic he had whittled away a little more of his already short life. But there was no way around it, this had to be done. "This way boys." Remiel and Matthew fell in line behind her as she walked through the brightly lit white hallways. Something else they all knew was that this may be his last time using magic, and when his magic runs out his life will not be far behind it.

For a few minutes they walked in absolute silence, greeting guards and other researchers as they passed. The 'Shelter' was massive underground complex that spanned almost all of his estate and had several floors. It was designed to be a last resort for Remiel's little family in case of any emergency, be it an attack by the Council or a natural disaster. It housed hundreds of residential areas, dozens of labs, and his guard's armory. There were more than a dozen escape routes so his family could be safely evacuated. Many of the guards had taken to calling him the ultimate doomsday prepper.

After walking down several hallways they finally arrived at a massive steel door. Kylie walked up to the terminal and placed her hand upon the scanner, then allowed for the retinal scan. After completing the necessary security measures the door slowly opened and two guards in the same grey uniform as Matthew stepped out with large automatic rifles and proceeded to pat down the professor before moving over to Matthew and relieving him of his weapons and patting him down as well. Even Remiel was subjected to the search. It was perhaps a little excessive, but there were reports of people being driven mad by merely being exposed to the relics.

After the pat downs the guards escorted them inside to an observation room with thick, tempered glass windows and another stout steel door. On the other side now lay six of the most destructive objects in the world. The two guards approached either side of the door and inserted two keys into separate terminals before turning them together. A loud beep echoed through the room and a hiss followed as the guard on the right grabbed the large door and pulled it open. The guards then stood aside and allowed the three to enter. Remiel held his breath as he entered the room, a feeling of unease washing over him. It happened every time he came here. It was as if the relics were calling to him, demanding they be used. Perhaps this was what drove those people insane.

Inside the room the relics each lay on their own podium as if they were trophies and not abominations. Once Remiel crossed into the room he heard the large door behind him shut, and only then did he dare breathe.

"Remiel," Matthew said breaking the silence, "if you're not up for it we can do this tomorrow." Remiel shook his head.

"We are already here, let us be done with it," he said, betraying his nervousness. Matthew looked like he wanted to say more, but held his tongue. Kylie led them past the relics, Remiel's eyes lingering on a dagger that was black as night and had two blades at opposite ends, one long one short. It was the relic he hated most and the one Matthew wanted him to use. They had dubbed it "Death's Knife" for it had power over life and death. With one scratch it could kill instantly, and if the short blade were to pierce one's heart and the long blade pierce another then the person stabbed by the long end would die and their life be transferred to the other. Even if the one pierced by the short end was already dead. It was truly an abomination that made a mockery of life.

At the very end lay the relic they had come for. In all appearances it seemed harmless. It was a golden ball small enough to fit in one's hand with thick ebony lines that ran across it in a cryptic, yet memorizing design. Despite its appearance Remiel could feel its call above all the others, and its pull was almost intoxicating.

"Do you sense anything, Remiel?" Kylie asked. Remiel nodded his head.

"It," he started before stopping to think of how to describe it. "It is strange."

"How so?"

"The other relics, they have this sense of drawing me in, but at the same time I can feel their power leaking out of them. With this the pull is so strong it is almost too much to bare, but I do not feel power leaking from it. To be frank, it is as if it is drawing power to it, even from the other relics." Kylie looked astounded while Matthew looked impassive.

"Could that be its purpose? To absorb ambient magic?" That was a terrifying notion to Remiel. If this orb drew in ambient magic then was it possible it was the reason for the decline of magic in the world? And if it was then did it simply neutralize the magic it gathered or did it somehow manage to store the magic inside of it? And if it was somehow storing all the world's magic, then its potential for a weapon was limitless. Should he be able to tap into its reservoir of power he would be invincible, and even if he couldn't, it could potentially be used to absorb the power of any relic the council used against him and render them useless. It may even give him the power his body needs to survive. The possibilities!

Remiel had to shake his head to bring himself back to reality. This was the danger of these relics to the Gifted. The allure of power would would creep into their minds and tempt them. And it had almost worked on him. Remiel had thought himself a master of self control, but this relic almost took him without even a fight.

"If it is then this relic is more dangerous than I originally believed," Remiel said. Perhaps it would be foolhardy to attempt to divine its purpose by the usual means. But how then should he go about it?

"It almost got you?" Matthew asked, concerned. Remiel nodded his head. "Maybe you should try it, Rem." Both Remiel and Kylie looked at Matthew as if he had grown a second head.

"Did you hear me just now, Matthew?" Remiel asked him, incredulous.

"Yeah I heard you, Rem," he replied, serious, "but I also heard Kylie say it might be taking in all the magic around it. So maybe it's storing that magic inside it and if you can tap into that it might just save your life." It was almost eerie how Matthew had been thinking along the same lines as he. No that wasn't right, Matthew's first thought was of how it could help Remiel, his first thoughts were of making it a weapon and gaining power.

"Or it could absorb what magic Remiel has left and kill him," Kylie said. Damn, Remiel hadn't thought of that, but it was definitely a possibility. Damn this relic! It was clouding his mind by just being near it!

"Rem's dead even if he doesn't," Matthew protested. Remiel looked at his friend with concern. This wasn't like him, not at all. He was normally the voice of caution, but now he was pushing for Remiel to use something that even seemed dangerous. Granted he pushed more than once for Remiel to use the knife, but he didn't even want him to come down here tonight. So why... It was then Remiel noticed it, his pupils were dilated and the corner of his mouth was twitching.

"Matthew, you must calm down," Remiel said warily. How could the relic be affecting him? He had no magic.

"Rem, what're you talking," Kylie started before Remiel cut her off.

"The relic is warping his thoughts, you know he would not normally act this way." Kylie regarded Matthew with worry as she slowly backed away from him.

"What are you talking about, Rem?" Matthew asked eerily calm. "You know this is the right choice, the only choice you have."

"You must think rationally, my friend," Remiel said as he slowly approached his friend. "The relic is twisting your thoughts. You know this is how they gain control over people." The twitching in Matthew's lip grew more pronounced.

"Rem, it's the only choice we have, please," he pleaded. "It can save you, Rem. We need you here. Everything we've built will fall apart without you." So that's what it was. It was using Mathew's fears against him.

"No Matthew," Remiel consoled. "Our family is stronger than that. We made it stronger than that. When I pass it will certainly hurt them, but they will survive." Remiel put his hand on the larger man's shoulder. "And they will look to you for leadership. You must be their pillar of strength even if you are denied a crown. " Tears began to roll down the man's face. Remiel was shocked but he didn't let it show. He had never seen the man cry before, and a part of him thought it impossible, but here it was.

"I'm sorry, Rem," he said in a small voice.

"There is nothing to forgive, my friend," Remiel said with a bright smile.

"I'm sorry," he repeated. Before Remiel could respond Matthew grabbed him and pulled him towards the relic before taking it in one hand and shoving it into Remiel's. Remiel was so shocked he didn't think to let go of the orb and merely looked at it in shock. By the time the thought had crossed his mind it was too late.

The golden sphere began to glow with a searing white light and Remiel suddenly felt very weak, as if his very life was being drained from him. He tried to release the accursed orb but his body was no longer obeying his commands. And then he felt it. He felt the last little bit of magic he had flew out of his body and into the orb, but it didn't stop. Suddenly the painful white light turned pitch black in color and the pain increased tenfold. Remiel let out a primal scream of pain as the relic continued to leach away at his life. And then his whole world went black. The pain suddenly disappeared and a sensation of falling washed over him.

Is this, is this how it ends? he thought to himself. I, I still had so much left to do.

So the inevitable has come to pass.

What was that? He thought he had heard something just now, but that couldn't be possible. Could it?

*This day was fated to happen, but the future is yet unwritten. Take care with your steps, Callous Reaper, for you lay the path that all will follow. Be it paradise or oblivion, you now guide the fate of the Broken World.*

Wh-What, who are you? Whatever that voice had been it gave him no reply. Slowly his mind faded out consciousness and the darkness engulfed him.

Dining With Ponies And A Lead Home

If a few days ago someone had told Remiel that he would see a patch of dirty, dusty ground and thought it was the perfect place to collapse and rest after hauling his own weight in wood for two miles, he would have dismissed them as being insane. If they said it would happen in a world of talking ponies that walked on two feet and had ample access to magic, he just may have had them shot to spare them their insanity. Alas that was exactly what happened.

Apparently Heavy Axe's idea of some firewood was enough to last them over a week. Remiel's pile alone had to have been somewhere around his own weight and his poor, underdeveloped muscles were not made to carry that much. Heavy Axe on the other hand carried three loads that weighed that much if not more without breaking a sweat. He carried one bundle in each arm and a third he levitated with his magic. When Remiel saw that he was so astounded by the display of practical magic he wasn't paying attention to his footing and tripped over an exposed root. The result of which was him crashing down to the ground, scattering his large pile of wood. It wasn't the first time he fell. No, he had to have fallen at least a half a dozen times before that due to his awkward shuffling in those monstrous boots.

At the very least he had gained a small measure of respect from Heavy Axe, who thought his troubles were quite humorous, and gained a lot more respect for his family members that did such labor on a daily basis. He resolved to thank them profusely for their hard work and give them a much deserved pay raise upon his return. For the time being, though, he was content to simply lie in a patch of dirt, despite the few rocks stabbing him in the back, and rest while Healing Touch worked on preparing their supper.

Another thing that added to his misery was the vicious tongue lashing he received from Healing Touch upon their return to camp. Fortunately he was not the only one to suffer her wrath as she included Heavy Axe as well for allowing him to carry so much. What she did not understand was that it was a basic male instinct to try and outdo one another in a primitive show of strength. Primitive as it may have been it was still important damnit! Even though he was still outclassed by the large unicorn by a great distance Remiel had to salvage what pride he could.

"Dinner's ready!" he heard the mare call out. Had his stomach been even slightly less empty than it was Remiel would have continued to just lay in his spot, but the lure of food was greater than his body's desire for rest. In a flash he was on his feet and moving towards the wonderful mare, the smell of food becoming more mouthwatering with each step. He took his place in line right behind Tinker and patiently waited for his bowl of soup. When he came up for his bowl of delicious smelling soup he saw Healing Touch still giving him a dark glare. Clearly she was still displeased with him. "Since you decided to go off and ignore me when I said no heavy lifting you only get half a bowl tonight." Remiel's heart dropped and he didn't need to fake the disbelief on his face. Before he could protest he saw the dark look in her eyes grow even darker and decided against it.

"I accept your punishment and thank you for the meal," he replied hastily. But I would still do it again. She seemed satisfied as her face brightened so quickly he wondered if the glare was even there in the first place. Indeed he had no doubt, women were just as scary in this world. He accepted his bowl and spoon and went to sit beside Tinker near the fire. The young colt looked from his bowl top Remiel's and held his bowl out towards Remiel.

"Want some of mine?" he asked innocently. Remiel was touched by the boy's kindness, but shook his head.

"Your generosity is appreciated, dear Tinker, but this is the consequence of my actions and I must accept that," Remiel replied with a warm smile. Even though my stomach may disagree.

"Oh, ok," he answered.

"Besides, you're a growing colt! You need all the nutrition you can to grow as big and strong as your father!" The colt's face lit up at that and attacked his soup with gusto. Remiel laughed softly at that and officially decided he liked the colt.

"My, he's hungrier than I thought," Healing Touch giggled.

"He's trying to become as strong as his father," Remiel said as he took a spoonful of the soup as well. His stomach may be screaming for sustenance but he would not forsake his table manners, even if there was no table to speak of.

"Colt's got a ways to go," Heavy Axe laughed.

"Not if you keep making my patients go against my instructions," Healing Touch added with a small chuckle. Remiel looked at the unicorn's bowl and it was filed just as much as his.

"Just a bit of fun was all it was," Heavy Axe replied with a laugh. Remiel chuckled with him but his body disagreed entirely.

"Stallions," Healing Touch sighed as she shook her head.

"So," Remiel said, deciding to steer the conversation towards where he could learn something, "I'm interested in learning a bit more about where exactly it is we are." Healing Touch's eyes went wide as he spoke.

"That's right, I forgot you aren't from around here," she gasped.

"Just now realizing that?" her husband asked with a smirk and she swatted him on the shoulder.

"So, what do you want to know?"

"For starters it would be nice to know the name of this land," Remiel told her. Healing Touch nodded her head.

"This is Equestria, as you can see it's where most ponies live," Healing Touch said and Remiel nodded his head. "We have three princesses that rule here. There's Princess Celestia, she raises and lowers the sun and presides over the Day Court. Princess Luna raises and lowers the moon and she's in charge of the Night Court. There's also Princess Twilight Sparkle, but she was just recently appointed." Remiel gave her a confused look.

"Appointed?" he asked. "Does that mean you choose your princesses?" Heavy Axe laughed but Healing Touch shook her head.

"No, you see she was originally Princess Celestia's personal student, but became one of the Bearers of the Elements of Harmony and defeated many threats to Equestria before she became an alicorn and was named the Princess of Friendship." Remiel keyed in on many things she said, but above all these 'Elements of Harmony' demanded his full attention. Were these 'Elements' anything like the Fragments of God?

"Just a moment," Remiel interrupted. "To begin with, what exactly is an alicorn?" He decided it was best not to jump straight into the Elements lest he appear too eager.

"You've never heard of an alicorn?" Tinker asked, shocked. Remiel shook his head as he spooned out another scoop of Healing Touch's delicious soup.

"An alicorn is a pony with the strength of an earth pony, the magic of a unicorn pony, and the wings and power over the clouds and weather like a pegasus pony," Healing Touch told him. Remiel nodded his head to her. It seemed these 'alicorns' were quite powerful, but Remiel still didn't believe they could command the sun and moon. And what was an earth pony? He realized that they were the ponies without wings or horns so that must be what Healing Touch was.

"And they live forever!" Tinker added happily. Remiel looked at the boy in shock.

"I beg your pardon, but I don't think I heard you correctly," he said to the young colt.

"No," Healing Touch said, "you heard him right."

"But...how?" Remiel asked, still trying to sort it all out in his head. Healing Touch shook her head.

"Nopony knows but the princesses have been around since before Equestria. Except for Princess Twilight Sparkle." Remiel had difficulty wrapping his head around this.

So they have the sun and moon at their beck and call, the defining attributes of each kind of pony, and they are immortal? Are they trying to pass themselves off as goddesses? If they were, Remiel had to admit they were doing it very well. These three ponies seemed to believe it hook, line, and sinker. Remiel put his spoon down and began to massage his temple to try and fend off the headache he knew was on its way.

"You ok, Mr. Rem?" Tinker asked.

"I believe so, for the most part," he answered. He looked over to Healing Touch. "From your description of them, they sound more like goddesses than princesses."

"They're not," Heavy Axe cut in sounding slightly offended.

"Peace, my friend, I meant no offense," Remiel said in an attempt to stave off his anger. Heavy Axe realized his tone and lowered his gaze somewhat.

"Sorry," he replied. "It's just. I spent years as one of their guards. I wasn't a guard when Princess Luna was around, but I spoke with Princess Celestia hundreds of times, even Princess Twilight Sparkle before she was a princess. Underneath the crowns and titles they're just like normal ponies."

"I see," Remiel said to him, though he didn't buy it. Most likely it was an act to endear themselves to their subjects but it was very effective from the looks of it. "I apologize if I upset you with my hasty words." Heavy Axe waved it off.

"No, I shouldn't have acted like that," he replied. "It's just a lot of ponies and others think the same thing you said but don't get to look past it."

"I would think that putting them on such a pedestal would be a natural reaction for most," Remiel said, thinking aloud.

"How so?" Healing Touch asked.

"If they are capable of doing all you told me," he started before Heavy Axe cut him off.

"If?" he sounded offended.

"Look at it from my perspective, my friend. Where I'm from magic, be it that it simply never existed there or it somehow became depleted, does not exist. Now I am here and I am supposed to believe magic controls everything from the weather to the rising and setting of the sun and moon. Forgive me if I am skeptical."

"There's no magic where you're from?" Tinker asked. Remiel shook his head. "How do you control the weather?"

"There is no such thing where I am from," Remiel explained. "At most we can guess when and where storms will occur but nothing more than that."

"How do you raise the sun?" Remiel thought for a moment before answering him. He looked around and found a small stick and a rock. He smiled slightly and lifted the rock.

"Observe," he said as he held out the rock and then proceeded to drop it.

"It fell," Tinker said, soundly slightly disappointed.

"Exactly," Remiel told him. "Now, do you know why it fell?"

"Gravity," he answered. Remiel smiled and nodded his head.

"Correct, you are a very smart young colt." Remiel smiled at him and the young colt beamed with pride. "Now, what causes gravity?" The colt adopted a thinking look as he wracked his brain for the answer.

"Magic?" he asked, sounding hopeful. Remiel shook his head.

"Mass," he told the colt. The colt gave him a confused look. "You see, everything has mass, from the air you breathe to the ground you walk on. Since everything has mass, everything exerts a force pulling more mass towards it. However, the amount of force it pulls with is dependant on how much mass an object has. You and I, we have relatively little mass so we only have a weak pull towards other objects. The Earth, however, has an immense amount of mass so it's pull is substantially larger than our own and that is why we do not float off into space."

"So you're saying that since Equus is so large that it pulls the sun and moon to it?" Tinker asked. Remiel smiled brightly at the colt. He was very smart indeed.

"Not quite," he explained. "You see, the sun is many, many times larger than." Remiel gave the boy a confused look. "Did you say Equus?" The colt nodded his head. "What's Equus?"

"That's what our planet's called," he answered.

"Equus, not Earth?"

"What's 'Earth'," he asked.

"My planet," Remiel answered.

"So you're saying you're not from this planet?" Heavy Axe asked.

"So it would seem," Remiel mumbled to himself. Well this was a pleasant surprise. He wasn't planning on revealing the fact like this, but at least it was broken softly instead of him blurting it out and looking insane. "I had my suspicions, but it still doesn't seem real. How is it possible? It just doesn't make sense."

"Maybe not, but does make some other things clear," Healing Touch said. "I was wondering how there could be no magic where you're from, but if it isn't on Equus than I guess it's possible."

"Indeed, but it still begs the question of how I got here," Remiel replied, downtrodden

"Buck up, Mr. Rem!" Tinker said in an attempt to raise Remiel's spirits. "Dad knows Princess Celestia and she can definitely help!" Remiel smiled at the young colt.

"Thank you, my young friend, but I'm sure the princess has more important things to worry about than a single wayward traveler," Remiel said kindly. Though the colt did have a point, a princess that had ample magic power and has lived for who knows how long may be his best bet at returning home.

"Nonsense," Healing Touch told him. "The princesses hold open courts for most of the day, even at night, where anypony can get an audience." Remiel was surprised to hear that. If they did such a thing than most of their time would be spent listening to pretty problems that didn't warrant royal attention. Perhaps he needed to revise his opinion of them.

"And where is it I can find them?"

"Canterlot," she answered. Another horse pun? Remiel began to get the feeling those would be very common here.

"And where is that?" Remiel inquired. Leaving this group would be worrying but Remiel had to return home.

"It's where we're going!" Tinker asked happily. "You can come with us!" Remiel smiled at the colt and ruffled his mane.

"I believe that is a decision for your mother and father, Tinker," Remiel said with a small laugh.

"Can he come? Please?" Tinker begged his parents. Heavy Axe and Healing Touch smiled and nodded their heads. The young colt leapt to his feet and cheered, almost spilling his soup. The other three laughed at the colt's display and soon the child was begging for Remiel to continue his earlier lecture. Remiel happily obliged him and went on to describe how the sun's gravity kept his planet in orbit around it and how the earth's rotation gave the appearance of night and day.

Both the colt and his parents seemed enraptured by his lesson and listened intently. Remiel was happy to answer the occasional question and found himself thinking about how it reminded him of helping some of his younger family members with their homework. And he felt like he needed that small piece of home right now. Add his lecture continued on he also explained how the earth's orbit and its tilt made the seasons change, because apparently these ponies not only control the weather, but the seasons as well. It began to seem like he was never going to stop learning new things about this world.

Eventually the conversation dotted down with the flames and their small group finished their supper and packed up for the night. Heavy Axe and his family slept in the tent while Remiel was once more confined to the wagon, but he was grateful for it all the same. He went to bed without learning about the Elements he heard Healing Touch mention, but for now that was fine. Tomorrow was a another day and they still had tone beige arriving at this Canterlot. Just as Remiel was about to lie down his body began to convulse and he was crippled by painful coughs as he felt blood begin crawl up his throat. He covered his mouth with his hand but barely managed to keep the sickly liquid from spewing all over the wagon's contents. After the spasms and coughing faded Remiel lay in a weak, sweaty heap.

It seems not even a world of magic can save me, he thought solemnly. Knowing he could not let the ponies see this mess, he climbed out of the wagon and made his way to a nearby stream to wash his mouth and hand. Thankfully it was a full moon so it was easy to see where he was going. Why? Why? This world has magic aplenty. So why is this still happening? Remiel looked down at the new markings adorning his arm. Is it because of the relic? Is all this because of the relic? Just what have I unleashed?

Getting nowhere thinking about the relic his mind wandered off towards went he didn't want the ponies to know of his ailment. If he told them about it, considering what kind of people they were, it likely would have cemented his position in their group. Remiel prided himself on being able to read and judge others, and from what he's seen he doubted they'd abandon someone as sickly as him even if he was the rudest creature alive. So what kept him from exposing himself? Could it be that he didn't want them to worry? No, no that couldn't be it. Of course he liked the family, but they weren't his family. They were a resource, a tool to help him find a way home as well as something to help remind him of home. But they were not his family and therefore not his concern. He debated with himself for a moment before a headache came on and he gave up, but not before coming to the conclusion he was beginning to care for the small family, and he cursed himself for it. That was something he couldn't, wouldn't allow. He couldn't afford to get attached. He wasn't sure he could bare going through another ordeal like Kyle. For the time being he would keep quiet about his affliction, it may come in use later on. He could even spin it as the kind fool who suffered in silence because he didn't want to worry others. Yes, it would be a noble sacrifice. Foolish, but noble.

With his mind made up he bent down over the stream and glared at the being that looked back at him. Thrusting his hands through image of himself Remiel washed the blood from his hands and mouth and forced himself to get back on his feet. When he went to leave though he noticed he missed some of the blood on his wrist. And in the bright moonlight, he swore his blood was black. For a moment he looked on in shock, then shook his head and dismissed it as a trick of the moonlight before heading back towards the wagon. Before climbing in though, he looked up at the sky.

Millions of stars dotted the dark blue canvas of the nighttime sky, creating intricate and beautiful constellations. Truly this sky scene appeared to have been created by an artist, but he was not looking for art. No, he was looking to the sky hoping it would resemble the one from his home. Seeing it's beauty was bittersweet. Though pleasing to the eye, it made him feel even further from home. It was his last hope at a feeling of normalcy. Perhaps he should be thankful for his ailment, it seemed to be the only thing that hasn't changed. Turning his head from the sky he climbed into the wagon and covered himself with the warm blanket, wishing that for just this one night he would have peace. But whatever powers presided over dreams either didn't hear him or didn't care.

Business Plans And A Bump In The Road

Remiel's eyes shot open and gasped for breath as a cold sweat ran down his body. Frantically his eyes scanned every surface while his hands fumbled for any kind of object that could be used as a weapon. He could still smell the gunpowder in the air, hear the anguished cries of his family. He had to do something, he had to save them! It was only when the inside of the wagon came into focus did he realise it was only dream. Calmly Remiel began to take deep breaths in order to put his fear in check. He should be used to this by now.

Every night it was the same dream. Every night was filled with slaughter and pain. Every night he was powerless to stop it. Despite his now calm and level breaths Remiel could not dispel the fear as he had always done. Before he could assure himself that his family was safe. He could look outside and see them working or merrily laughing with one another. Now he had nothing to keep the fear away, and that only served to make his fear grow.

No, he thought in an attempt to fight the fear back. They still have Matthew and Jensen. They'll keep them safe. They just need to hold out until the summit. Despite his attempts to reassure himself it brought little relief and more fears. Knowing that doing something was the only way to keep his mind away from his thoughts Remiel got to his feet and approached the back of the wagon. Just as he was about to open the flaps a furry tanned hand reached in and opened the flap for him. Surprise colored both Heavy Axe's face and his own.

"You're up," the stallion said, shocked

"Indeed I am," Remiel replied. "And so are you it would seem." Heavy Axe backed up a few steps and Remiel jumped down from the wagon and into the dim light of the morning. The sun had just barely begun to rise above the horizon, painting the sky with different hues of red and pink.

"Sorry, you just didn't look the kind to be an early riser," Heavy Axe explained. Remiel chuckled at him.

"I have never been one for sleeping in," Remiel told him. Though if he had a say in it he would sleep at least a few more hours each day.

"Was just coming by to make sure you weren't just a dream," the tan stallion said. "But if you're up you can help me get things cleaned up and ready to go." Remiel's arms began to ache remembering the last time he helped him. Something must have shown on his face because Heavy Axe gave a hearty laugh and slapped Remiel on the shoulder. "Don't worry, we have plenty of firewood. Just need to clean the dishes and load up everything but the tent before the family wakes up." Heavy Axe jerked his thumb at the tent where Tinker and Healing Touch were still undoubtedly sleeping.

The family. How Remiel yearned to see his family, make sure they were alright and rid himself of this fear. Remiel left his thoughts and smiled at the stallion. "Sounds splendid Where will you have me begin?" Remiel's first task saw him cleaning the dishes from their meal last night. Overnight though what had been left in the bowl was had hardened and required merciless scrubbing to get it all off. Afterwards he helped Heavy Axe move what they could of their small hill of firewood onto one end of a large, grey tarp. Remiel wasn't sure what he was considering but aided the stallion anyway. Then once Heavy Axe said it was enough they rolled it up and he bound it tight with rope before using more rope to tie it to the side of the wagon. Remiel was wondering where they were going to put the firewood, he would have raised hell if they put it in the wagon. Sleeping in it was uncomfortable enough without small twigs stabbing him in the back.

"May I ask you a question?" Remiel asked.

"Sure," the large stallion replied.

"Why do so much with your hands when you could use magic instead?" Heavy Axe let out a soft sigh.

"Truth be told, I'm not all that good with magic," he answered. "You see, it takes a lot a focus and concentration, it's not just snap your fingers and it happens. Simple spells are really all I can manage, so I made up for it by getting stronger. Now I'm a match for most earth ponies."

"I see," Remiel said nodding his head.

"Besides, magic can become a crutch if you rely on it too much. Never know when it might fail you when you need it most." Remiel felt like there was a story behind that but let it go, it was none of his business.

"That's very admirable, and I know I have said this before, but you have my respect." The stallion nodded with a small smirk and patted Remiel on the shoulder.

"And you keep surprising me. Keep it up and we just might make a stallion out of you yet."

"Why I'm hurt," Remiel said, feigning injury at his words. "Here I was thinking I was always a man. The last time I checked I still had all the necessary parts." Heavy Axe gave a booming laugh at that.

"You might have all the parts but you're still just a colt!" he laughed, slapping Remiel hard on the back, almost knocking him over.

"And you're too strong for your own good, my friend." Remiel was definitely going to be feeling that for a while.

"Nah, you're just too soft," the stallion laughed.

"Be that as it may, I won't be of much use around camp if you keep continue hitting me like that. Dear Healing Touch will never clear me for work." Heavy Axe laughed again.

"Ah, don't worry 'bout that," he answered. "We're done until they wake up anyway, then we won't have much else to do until we stop for lunch."

"Out of curiosity, just how far from this 'Canterlot' are we?"

"Should be there tomorrow night or the next morning at the latest." Remiel was content with that. Spending one night in the wagon was enough to make him yearn for his bed. Actually any bed would do, even a couch was acceptable.

"And what takes you there?"

"Well my bo-I mean I came up with a little something and we were hoping to get investors." His not so subtle change in mid-sentence did not go unnoticed by Remiel.

His bo? Remiel thought, trying to discern what he was saying. His boy? Tinker? For some reason he was still surprised even though he had figured the colt's name was prophetic like his mother's. Still, what had the colt made? "Really? May I inquire as to what you created?" Heavy Axe looked thoughtful,debating whether or not to tell him.

"Sure," he said, climbing down unto the ground. "Crawl up under here and I'll show ya." Remiel gave the stallion a confused look but did as he asked and crawled underneath the wagon as well. When he did his eyes scanned underneath the wagon but saw nothing.

"What is it I am looking for exactly?" Remiel asked.

"Watch," Heavy Axe said with a smirk as he placed his hand on the bottom of the wagon and closed his eyes. For a moment nothing happened, then ever so slowly glowing lines began to appear. Remiel's eyes went wide in fascination as he arched his neck to see just where all the lines were going. From the middle the lines expanded into an 'H' shape where they then connected to the spokes and in the front attached to the wheels as well. An idea of what he was looking at came to Remiel but he thought it impossible.

"Pray tell, Mr Axe, just what is it I'm looking at?" Heavy Axe snickered.

"This is the first self-propelled wagon in the world," he proclaimed proudly.

"Fascinating!" Remiel mumbled. His suspicions were confirmed. It was an early car! All this time Remiel had been assuming that Heavy Axe pulled the wagon by himself. But how could that young colt have come up with something like this at his age? The colt is an engineering savant! If he's creating wonders like this as a child just what will he create as an adult?

"Hah, knew you'd be impressed."

"Tell me, does the propulsion use magic?"

"Aye, it requires a unicorn to make it work." Remiel was already seeing design flaws. If it required a unicorn to operate it than that limited market it could be sold in. There was no suspension so it would have an unappealing bumpy ride. He didn't see any brake pads but was unsure if they were necessary if magic made it stop and go. Remiel wasn't sure if the front wheels turned very well, or at all for that matter, and he didn't know how it would be turned but he assumed it would be by magic. Indeed, while the concept was brilliant, the design needed work. Though it wasn't bad for a proof of concept.

"My friend, I loathe to be the bearer of bad news, but this will be difficult to sell." Heavy Axe looked at him like he was crazy. "You see, where I'm from I am a businessman of sorts so I think as a businessman. You're looking for investors, but those who wish to invest are looking to turn a quick profit. You won't find many willing or patient enough to invest in an idea and wait for the finished product."

"I'm sure," Heavy Axe started but Remiel wasn't finished.

"More importantly they will take into consideration what kind of market they will be able to sell the product to. As you just said a moment ago, only unicorns can operate this wonder. That severely limits the potential pool of customers."

"I hadn't thought of that," Heavy Axe admitted. Remiel suppressed a smirk of triumph. Most of what he had just said was true, but he doubted there would no investors interested in it. Most likely they would have received a speech similar to the one he just gave and be convinced to sell this ingenious device for a paltry sum. This will be how Remiel repays their kindness.

"Hope is not lost," Remiel told him.

"What?"

"As I told you, I'm a businessman. I already have a plan to sell this wonderful creation."

"How?"

"Simple," Remiel said. "First we must." Remiel was cut off as the sound of a female voice cut him off.

"What are you two doing?" Healing Touch's voice called from their feet. Immediately Remiel's head snapped up, and promptly hit the wagon. He hissed in pain and Heavy Axe just laughed. Heavy Axe worked his way from under the wagon and Remiel slowly followed suit.

"Nothing to worry about, H.T.," Heavy Axe told his wife. "I was just showing Remiel here how the wagon worked." As Remiel climbed to his feet he saw Healing Touch give her husband a worried look. Remiel wasn't sure if it was because he showed Remiel, or if she was worried if he revealed Tinker made it.

"Yes, your husband has created a wonder with this self-propelled wagon," Remiel told her in hopes to cover for the large stallion. The worry in her eyes disappeared almost instantly. If Remiel was looking for confirmation that Tinker was the architect for this device than he just found it. Though it wouldn't do to reveal his discovery now. No, it was a card he would hold on to and play only when he could get the most out of it. If he could get anything out of it.

"I thought you said you didn't want anypony to know about it yet," Healing Touch said with a slight edge in her voice. It would seem Remiel didn't get Heavy Axe out of hot water just yet.

"He was gonna find out sooner or later," Heavy Axe replied, not backing down. "Especially since Tinker and me, I mean I have to make a few adjustments."

By the powers that be, Remiel thought to himself. It was almost painful to watch Heavy Axe try to be subtle and deceptive when he clearly had no affinity for it. It was time once more to bail him out of his slip up. "So you have Tinker help you when you're working on the wagon? My, that's impressive for a boy, my apologies, I meant colt of his age. Though it is pleasant to see his desire to follow in his father's footsteps." Remiel scrunched up his face. "Or would it be hoofsteps? Ah, this terminology of yours is very frustrating." If he had to constantly cover for Heavy Axe's verbal mishaps he was going to begin charging, but it seemed his ruse worked. They apparently thought he was more focused on vocabulary than Heavy Axe's slip of the tongue.

"Aye, he's a good colt," Heavy Axe said. "Makes his father proud." He then slapped Remiel on the back. "And don't worry about getting the right words, plenty of young foals don't know how to talk right." The stallion and mare laughed at Heavy Axe's jibe. Inside his head Remiel was glaring daggers at the stallion.

I shall never cover for your verbal inadequacies again, Remiel thought coldly. And you are one to talk! I'm willing to wager my entire fortune any grade school level child is capable of forming their sentences better than you!Remiel forced himself to calm his mind lest he vocalize his thoughts. It was this idiot's guise he had adopted. He was never one to play down his intelligence, and playing stupid and ignorant was beginning to grate on him. Forcing a light hearted laugh and taking on a sheepish look Remiel suppressed his internal tirade.

"You really shouldn't pick on him, dear," Healing Touch chided,trying to suppress her giggling. "He's still getting used to a new world after all." Truly Healing Touch was an angel, even if she had the temper of a demon.

"Sorry Remiel," Heavy Axe said, though his continued laughing brought his sincerity into question.

"Don't worry about it, my friend," Remiel said with a forced smile. "And, please, I would prefer if you both would simply call me Rem."

"Alright, Rem," Heavy Axe said coming down from his laughs. "Now let's go wake that colt and get moving." Heavy Axe roused the colt from his sleep and Healing Touch prepared a small breakfast as the other three tore down and stored what remained of the camp. After finishing the less than filling breakfast, an apple and a pear each. Remiel and Tinker sat near the back of the wagon while Healing Touch and Heavy Axe sat at the front, much to Remiel's disappointment. He had wanted to see exactly how this contraption was operated, but Tinker had other plans and bombarded him with questions about earth. Resigning to his fate Remiel happily answered each question.

Their conversation was suddenly interrupted as the wagon lurched forward and almost knocked Remiel off his perch. Yet another kink that had to be addressed. The wagon moved slowly at first but soon got up to speed and they were moving at a comfortable pace. Well, comfortable may have been a poor choice of words. Remiel felt each and every bump, hole and rock the wheels happened across and in the first hour his back was beginning to hurt, a lot.

I take back this being a wonder, Remiel thought darkly. Though he was not enjoying the pain he was grateful for the distraction Tinker provided. The colt was truly bright and asked Remiel all manner of questions, though he eagerly asked about machines from earth. Remiel didn't inform him about cars, he was hoping to introduce that information when they began discussing the design flaws in the wagon.

Hours passed before they finally stopped for lunch. Remiel eagerly leapt from the wagon and arched his back in an attempt to work out the cramps the bumpy ride had given him. Heavy Axe saw his predicament and laughed, hitting him hard on the back. Normally Remiel would have been upset by it, but the blow helped ease his pain considerably somehow. Though it did leave a dull, throbbing in its place. They sat in relative silence while they ate another slim meal. While no one voiced their displeasure it was clear none of them were satisfied. It was then the thought occurred to him.

They don't have enough, he thought, stunned. They hadn't been planning on feeding a fourth mouth and had only brought along just enough to feed the three of them. And yet they still shared what they had with him without a single complaint. Damn them. Powers that be damn them! He had resolved to not giving in to caring for them. He couldn't afford to do it. Yet here they were sheltering him and sharing what meager rations they had. What remained of his humanity was crying out to them, desperate to bring them under its wing and shelter them. His mind on the other hand was vehemently against it. It argued that Remiel had far more important things to worry about, he couldn't be bogged down by lives he couldn't protect and provide for. The war in his mind was short lived when Heavy Axe spoke up.

"Remiel, Tinker, get in the wagon," the large stallion said, completely serious. Remiel gave him a confused look, but turned his head and saw figures approaching from down the road. Remiel hastily put his bowl down and grabbed the colt, much to Tinker's surprise, and made for the wagon. He put Tinker in the wagon then swiftly made his way inside. He wasn't sure what had Heavy Axe on edge, but he knew never to mistrust the instincts of men like him. Matthew's instincts had saved his life more than once.

It took several minutes for the figures on the road to reach their small camp, most of which had Remiel quietly keeping the colt calm. Remiel grew silent as the group, Remiel couldn't tell how many from the sound of their footsteps, but he could definitely hear the sound of clinking metal. They're armed. Remiel did not have a good feeling about this group. Silently Remiel moved his hand to the flap of the wagon and opened it enough to catch a small glimpse of what was happening.

With only the small slit to see through Remiel could not see much. It was then he had to make the choice: Did he use his Sight or not? If he did he would be able to see them and their intent with no effort, but he would expose both his ailment and his lie about his world and magic. But if these men had ill intent than it would be foolish not to use it. Or would it? Even if they were planning something what good would his Sight bring? He was no warrior, he doubted he'd last more than ten seconds with a normal person, let alone these damned ponies that could either use magic, fly, or were simply strong. In that case he needed a plan of action.

"What brings ya'll out to these parts?" a rough and masculine voice asked, his accent and grammar grating on Remiel's ears. Remiel tore himself from his thoughts and tried to readjust his position to see who spoke. What he saw must have been a pegasus with dark green fur and matching wings, Remiel was stunned, and a dark brown mane and tail. Remiel quickly analyzed what he could from the stallion's posture, tone, how the others around him were standing. It was difficult, but from the few stallions he could barely see he felt as though Heavy Axe's caution was warranted. The one who spoke held himself confidently, yet it was reminiscent of a predator starting down its next meal. The other two Remiel could see seemed tense, their hands hovering near something around their waist, and they almost seemed to be waiting for a signal. No these ponies had no good intent. Now all Remiel could do was wait and at least make some kind of plan.

"Just passing through," Heavy Axe replied, his tone was hard and Remiel could hear the military training leaking into his voice.

He's getting ready to fight, Remiel concluded.

"That's pertty dangerous 'round these parts if'n it's just the two of yas," the pegasus told him. "Ya see, me and my buds are business of helpin' small groups of ponies like yerselves if yer interested." He was fishing, no doubt about it. He wanted to know if there were more of them. Remiel silently cursed himself for leaving their bowls back there.

"As you can see we aren't alone," Healing Touch said as she motioned to the bowls Remiel and Tinker had left behind. Remiel wondered what game she was playing. "There's a few more wagons with us. You see my husband and some of his buddies from the guard thought it'd be fun to have a small cross-country trip. Personally I'd have preferred riding the train but they were bent on this trip." Remiel was surprised at how cunning she was, not only had she said they were a part of a larger convoy but also let it be known her husband was a former soldier in a completely calm and carefree tone. However she still needed to explain why they were alone if there were more wagons with them.

"I see," the pegasus said, his voice leaking some concern into it. "Where's the rest of yer group?"

"Well you see," Healing Touch said, a hint of annoyance bleeding into her voice, "one of the wagons broke a wheel and the others stayed behind to fix it while we looked for a place to set up camp. Of course if we had taken the train we could have avoided all of this but nopony ever listens to me." Remiel could have kissed the mare if the sudden revaluation of this deceptive nature hadn't proved so shocking. He would have to take great care around her from now on.

"An' who's bowls are them?" Healing Touch let out a small giggle at that.

"Our two sons went to go help them a little bit ago, but I think they just went to try and show off for our friend's two daughters," she giggled. Remiel wasn't sure if he should be appreciative or terrified of this mare. Remiel did however notice the change in the stallion's stance. His body had ever so slightly turned away from them as if he was preparing to leave.

"Right then," the pegasus said. "Well me and my friends here need to get going. Be safe, word has it bandits are thick 'round these parts."

"Safe travels to you as well," Healing Touch called to them as they made their way down the road. Heavy Axe's hard glare never once left their slowly retreating form. Healing Touch began acting normal eating her soup and talking to her husband until the group, Remiel note counted five, was far enough away. Once they were satisfied with the distance between them Healing Touch and Heavy Axe ran to the front of the wagon, abandoning the pots and bowls. Remiel had barely braced himself before the wagon once more lurched forward.

"Get my axe," Heavy Axe's hard voice called out. Tinker immediately began digging through one of the trunks and pulled out a sharp looking wood cutter's axe. A bump almost made the colt drop it, but Remiel was already reaching to take it from his hands.

"How fast does this wagon go?" Remiel asked as he leaned out the front and carefully handed it off to Healing Touch.

"Faster than they can run," Heavy Axe replied. Remiel was satisfied with that. "So long as we put enough distance between us we'll be fine." Remiel nodded and went back into the back of the wagon. Tinker looked frightened, but a reassuring smile from Remiel seemed to help.

"Your father said we will be fine," Remiel said brightly, "and I believe him." Tinker smiled and nodded his head.

"Me too," Tinker replied happily. "Dad never lies." Remiel smiled at the colt's answer, and silently hoped whatever powers ruled over truth that they would help keep Heavy Axe's perfect record going. Remiel sat down near the back flaps of the wagon and opened them to see if they were being followed. There was nothing on the road, but something in the sky caught his eye. It was moving rather fast towards a wooded area. Remiel dismissed it, assuming it was only a large bird. Unfortunately Remiel forgot about two very important people from earth: Wethern and his dear friend Murphy. Soon he would learn not even Equestria was safe from these two, because that large blur just so happened to have dark green fur, and a dark brown mane.

A King In Chains

From the darkest reaches of his soul Remiel vowed that should he return to earth and live to see the destruction of the council that his first decree would be forbidding anyone from naming their child 'Murphy'. It would be punishable by death.

Powers that be, when I die may my place in Hell be right beside that bastard. Not an hour after they had fled from their makeshift camp they had come across a forest. Ten minutes later they hit a particularly bad pothole and broke the front right wheel. Fortunately Heavy Axe kept a spare in the back but Remiel soon learned that changing the wheel on a wagon was much harder than changing a wheel on car. Not that he would have any experience with the latter anyway. First they had to unload everything from the back of the wagon to make it at least a little lighter. Heavy Axe and Remiel then held the wagon up, mostly it was Heavy Axe holding the wagon, while Healing Touch carefully removed the wheel and put the new one on. Healing Touch worked as quickly as she could but Remiel's weak muscles wished she could have worked faster. After the wheel had finally been replaced and everything was loaded Heavy Axe announced that they would be taking a short break.

"Are you certain that's wise?" Remiel asked. Heavy Axe gave him a small grin.

"We'll be fine," the large stallion assured him. "We've got more than enough distance on them to take a small break." Heavy Axe tried to hide it, but Remiel could see his slouched shoulders, hear his quiet, labored breaths. Heavy Axe must have all but burnt himself out while he was operating the wagon. He tried to put on a brave face, but Remiel could tell he was ready to keel over at any moment. Remiel gave him a bright smile and nodded his head.

"I'll defer to your judgement, my friend," he said with a light tone.

"Don't you worry none, Rem. We left those foals way behind us." Remiel continued to smile and slowly approached the back of the wagon. He reached inside the back and grabbed the axe that lay just inside. He had no grand vision of him holding off bandits, but at least he would be able to get it to Heavy Axe quickly. Remiel shook his head to rid himself of the paranoia. Heavy Axe was most likely correct. They had put a pretty good amount of distance between themselves and the bandits. It would surely be impossible for them to catch up on foot. Remiel regretted that thought immediately.

In the blink of an eye what seemed like a dozen figures leapt from the treeline. Remiel's mind went blank for a moment in shock, more than enough time for one pony with a blue coat and mane to hit him hard across the face. Remiel's body fell to the ground as his world became a series of dots and lights. He lay motionless for a moment, his mind still processing what was happening, when he began to hear the screams of alarm.

No, he thought desperately. It was almost exactly like his nightmares. Those he cared for screaming in horror while he was powerless to do anything about it. Anger and despair waged war in his mind, battling for supremacy. It took less than a second for Remiel to regain his senses and latch on to the anger. No. I am the Grey King. I won't just lay here and accept this. Fueled by rage, he forced his body to a kneeling position. He looked to his right and saw the axe. It was stupid, he was weak, but he didn't care. He got to his feet and grabbed the axe. He looked around the corner of the wagon and saw the family of three surrounded by at least eight ponies.

There aren't as many as I thought, he thought, planning. Heavy Axe did his best to act as a shield for his family, but protecting them meant he couldn't go on the offensive. If he moved to strike it would open Healing Touch and Tinker to an attack from the rest of the bandits. He needed a distraction, and Remiel could provide one.

Or, a dark thought called to him, I could take this chance and run. Their focus is on them. If I head into the treeline I can escape. He didn't like the thought, but it was his best choice. He had bigger things to worry about than one family that wasn't even his. The annoying piece of his humanity roared in protest of the plan, but Remiel silenced it with little effort. Or so he had thought. Then again, they caught us even when we had the wagon. It wouldn't be so hard to believe that they would catch me on foot. And I need them to escort me to this Canterlot to find a way home.

Whatever he decided it had to be quick, the circle was closing in on the three. This is the dumbest thing I've ever done. Remiel ran past the corner of the wagon and towards the closing ring of bandits. Before their allies could warn them Remiel his shoulder into one pony knocking him off balance, then spun and buried the blade of the axe in the chest of another. At least that's what he was trying to do, unfortunately he had the axe turned the wrong way and instead hit them with the hard, wooden side. Still, it was enough to knock the wind out of them and the sudden attack caught the others off guard.

Heavy Axe capitalized on the shock and Remiel felt a powerful pulse of...something knock him and the bandits off their feet. All Remiel could saw was a bright light and his ears were ringing while his head began pounding. Disoriented Remiel felt something grab him and pick him up. The next thing he remembered was being thrown and landing on something hard before feeling the sensation of something moving.

"...me." Remiel thought he heard someone say. The world slowly came back into focus and he saw Healing Touch hovering over him, her lips moving. "Can you hear me?" Remiel nodded his head. "Good." She then proceeded to slap him. "You ever do something that reckless again and I'll beat the hay out of you." The first thing Remiel felt was shock, then indignation and finally humor.

"Worked though," he responded, smirking. Remiel began to sit up but she kept him down.

"Not so fast," she said. Remiel was going to protest, but a sudden, cold feeling washed over him. He couldn't explain it, but it felt like something was happening. He pushed past Healing Touch and crawled to the back of the wagon. He opened the flaps and saw a unicorn with its horn glowing. Then a bright, blue beam shot out of the horn and raced towards the wagon. Remiel watched on in horror as the beam neared the wagon, apparently aiming for one of the rear wheels. Suddenly Remiel's left hand jerked up as if it had a mind of its own and the beam redirected in mid-flight, coming directly for him. His eyes went wide as the beam neared him and his left arm began to tingle. Suddenly the beam struck his extended hand...and nothing. He watched in confusion and fascination as his arm seemingly nullified the attack. No, it didn't nullify it. He could feel his arm beginning to burn. It was painful, but almost pleasantly so. It felt exhilarating, like lightning was shooting through his body. The black tendrils that now covered his arm suddenly began pulsating with a strange, white light. When the last of the beam disappeared into his palm he instinctively clenched it into a fist and stared at it in wonder. How could he have done this?

Could this be because of the relic? He had little time to ponder as a second beam was launched. He narrowed his eyes and raised his hand again, once more the beam was redirected to his hand and all the power was absorbed into it. But this time the pain outweighed the pleasure. A hiss of agony escaped his lips as his arm dropped lifeless to the wagon, but the moment his hand dropped down to the wagon the lines in his arm flashed a bright white and he felt all that power leave him in an instant. Remiel gasped for air as the power left him, as if it was taking his very life with it. The next thing he knew he felt the wagon lurch forward underneath him and he was sent toppling out the back.

Remiel collided face first with the unforgiving dirt road and bounced off before coming back down and rolling a couple times. His body came to rest with him lying face down in the road, his head cocked to the side. When he opened his eyes he saw a thick dirt cloud as if something had gone by at great speed.

What, what happened? His mind was in a haze and his body refused to obey his commands. Muffled sounds made their way to his ear. He worked up the strength to turn his head to try and see to source, praying that it was Heavy Axe or Healing Touch, but just as he lifted his head something hard hit him and the world became dark.

Remiel hovered in complete darkness,deprived of all his senses. In an odd way it was almost serene. He felt no pain in his body, no fatigue or worry in his mind. He felt at peace. But this darkness seemed familiar as if he had been here before.

You have made it through your first trial. This voice. It sounded familiar, he had heard it before. You have passed, but the outcome was tainted by your apathy and self-serving goals. Remiel felt rage surge through him at the voice's judgment.

"And who are you to pass judgement on me?" Remiel demanded.

Answering you would serve no purpose. You think of yourself as a king but act as a spoiled child. You seek only what is beneficial to you and what you find is never enough. You are but an infant trying to wear the shoes of an adult. Remiel's rage only grew with each word the voice said. Your second trial is upon you, do not continue down the path you tread lest you bring another world to ruin. Those last words struck Remiel.

"Explain yourself," Remiel demanded. "Has something happened on earth?"

Giving you this knowledge will not serve to aid you in your trial. You must now awake, your second trial begins now. Remiel refused the voice's dismissal and roared in outrage.

"To hell with your trial! Answer my question! What happened to earth?!"

Only what was inevitable. With that the darkness was replaced with a blinding, white light as Remiel's senses came back to him. The first thing to make its presence known was the pain that seemed to radiate from everywhere on his body. The second thing he became aware of was the chain that was wrapped around his neck, arms and legs.

What, what the hell? he thought as he tried to move his head to see better.

"Looks like it's awake," a female voice said. Remiel tried to see who had spoken, but the pain kept him from moving too much. All he could see was two sets of worn, brown boots. One of the boots approached him. "Go get the boss, he'll want to see this."

"It a good idea to leave you with it?" a second voice asked. "It did get you pretty good with that axe." Remiel was silently hoping that the second voice wouldn't leave because he didn't want to be left alone with the first.

"Just do what I tell you," the first voice snapped.

"Fine, just don't hurt it too bad, boss will be ticked." With that the second voice left. Remiel watched in silence as the second pair of boots walked down towards his stomach.

Well, at least this won't be the first time I'm tortured, Remiel thought grimly. He braced himself and seconds later felt something hard collide with his stomach. Remiel gasped in pain as the boot hit him again and again. After the boot had finally stopped the voice spoke up again.

"That's for making me look like a foal," the voice said. Remiel couldn't help but put on a small smirk.

"My apologies," Remiel said weakly. "It wasn't my intent to make you look foolish in front of the others." Something grabbed his shirt and Remiel was lifted off the ground. He then came face to face with a unicorn that had a light blue coat and a mane that was a darker shade of blue. Powers that be, even her eyes were blue, though they were a very light, cold shade of blue.

"Oh? Then what was your intent?"

"To make you look like a corpse," Remiel said smugly. It didn't take long for the unicorn to get what he meant. Her response was a fist to Remiel's face. Remiel could feel his nose break and the inside of his lips rip against his teeth. Remiel ignored the pain and gave the pony a bloody smile as he bled from both his lips and his nose. To most it seemed idiotic to antagonize someone who was more than eager to torture you, but Remiel had a plan.

"You think you're funny, freak?" she asked.

"I found it humorous." The pony drew back and hit him again and again. Remiel soon became worried about losing his teeth or brain damage. How long was that other pony going to take? After several blows Remiel's saving grace arrived at last.

"What the buck are you doing?" a deep, powerful voice asked.

"Just putting this, monkey in its place," the unicorn answered.

"'Monkey'?" Remiel asked, still smirking. "Is that because I resemble a monkey or because that's the best insult your feeble mind can come up with?" The unicorn narrowed her eyes at his words, but Remiel only continued to smile. She hit him again.

"It's because you're funny like a little monkey," she answered.

"Ah, so you did think I was funny." She was going to hit him again, but something grabbed her fist.

"That's enough," the new voice said. The unicorn glared at Remiel, but finally dropped him and he began coughing the moment he hit the ground. "Get out." Remiel heard her footsteps retreating and smiled at his small victory. It may not have seemed like a victory, but if Remiel played this right he wouldn't have to ever fear being alone with her again. "I don't know if you're stupid or suicidal."

"I like to think of it as a healthy mix of both," Remiel replied. The newcomer laughed softly at that.

"You're strange, there's no doubt about that. I can't think of many ponies who'd act so calm in such a situation." Remiel chuckled softly, but inside he didn't have a good feeling about this stallion. He couldn't see him, but Remiel could tell by his tone and how he spoke he wasn't just some common thug. Moreover, if his group of bandits actually had some kind of base of operation than it meant they were good enough to avoid being found.

"Than it is a good thing I'm not a pony."

"And what are you?"

"A businessman."

"That's not the answer I was expecting, but you've piqued my interest."

"This conversation would go much smoother if my face wasn't pressed against the floor." The voice was silent for a moment, then Remiel felt something grab the chains holding him and lifted him off the ground before sitting him against the wall. In front of him was a familiar green pegasus. "Thank you." The pegasus didn't respond in any way but backed away to reveal another pegasus with crimson fur and an orange mane with sharp green eyes. Unlike the other bandits Remiel had seen this one wore a fine black shirt and pants with spotless black shoes. There was no doubt about it, this pony was not some mere bandit.

"Forgive me, but the chains must remain." Remiel nodded his head in understanding.

"I also take it that I will remain seeing as I've seen your face now." The pegasus smiled at him.

"Very observant, yet I was hoping you'd at least beg for your freedom for a time before I let you in on it."

"And what would I have to barter with? False promises of a wealthy family that will happily pay my ransom? Alas I have no great wealth or relations that would buy my freedom." The stallion cocked his head to the side in mild entertainment.

"You are making your life less valuable with each word you say."

"Instead I seek my freedom by offering you my services." The stallion's eyes shone with amusement and fascination.

"And just what services could you possibly have that would interest me?"

"My mind."

"Oh?"

"I can see even from my current position that you and those you command are no ordinary bandits. You are organized, strategic. I can help you in both of those regards."

"Continue." Remiel gave him a small smile.

"I'm not so foolish as to reveal the only card I have when my life is at stake."

"And if I had Crystal Clear return and loosen your tongue?"

"Then the next time we speak I may not have much to say as she'll likely cave my skull in before I can tell you what you want to know." The stallion smiled wickedly at him. Remiel wasn't sure if it was because he had earned some slight respect from the stallion or if it was because the stallion was enjoying some morbid game of his own devising.

"It has been so long since I've last had such an...enjoyable conversation with somepony. I will think on what you said, but for now you will remain in this room." The stallion turned and approached a solid brown door. "I shall have somepony deliver you dinner shortly." With that the stallion and his henchman left the room,and Remiel's mind began a flurry of thinking and planning. By the time the stallion returned he would have a plan to back up his talk, and another to set him free. At this point only one thing was clear, time was not his ally. He smirked before a coughing fit caused him to spill more of his blood. Since when hadn't time been working against him?

Time seemed to crawl at a snail's pace as Remiel's ceaseless thinking came up with innumerable different plans and scenarios. In that time he had managed to divine two facts. First was that the stallion in charge had no intention of letting him live. Even if Remiel proved himself to be a valuable asset the stallion would get as much out of him as he could then kill Remiel. Remiel would prove himself valuable and intelligent, and that would make him a threat to the stallion's power.

That conclusion brought Remiel to the second fact: He was going to kill the stallion. There was no other solution. If Remiel was going to survive than that stallion had to die. Even if he was released from these chains and this room he would be put under guard and allowed no freedom so running was impossible. And where would he run to? He had no idea where he was or where the nearest town was. Now all that remained was how to go about killing the stallion. He supposed he could manage to hide a knife on his person, but he wasn't a trained killer. The only places he knew to stab were the eyes, the throat or the heart. More importantly he needed to convert at least a few of the bandits to his side. Even if he killed their leader he would still be surrounded by enemies, he needed to have someone to watch his back or at least distract the guards so he could escape. Hopefully the ensuing chaos would prevent any chase and he could find help. If he played it right he might even get one of them to kill the stallion for him.

Despite the situation he found himself in, Remiel couldn't help but feel a little exhilarated by these events. His whole life before now depended on plotting and scheming, but he had always been in the background pulling the strings. Now he was on the front lines, but at least the stakes weren't as high here. After all, he was only gambling with the life of a dead man. With his mind made up and his plans set, Remiel decided to pass the time by examining the room.

Not surprising, the room was vacant of any furnishings save for a small wooden table. What was surprising though was the room itself. It may not look like much with the plain walls and Remiel's blood covering a small section of the floor, but Remiel could see past that. The room was spotless, save for Remiel's life giving blood. The paint was fresh and the room showed no sign of age so it was either well maintained or newly constructed. That told Remiel a lot. It told him that he wasn't in some rundown abandoned shack in the middle of the forest. It would be more likely that he was in some sort of manor on the edge of a town.

But if that was the case than the stallion was intelligent and crafty enough to keep his thugs from being noticed by the authorities, or he owned the authorities. Remiel found that the latter was more likely, he would even venture to guess that his thugs were the authorities. If that was the case than Remiel grossly underestimated the stallion's influence and power, but it also gave Remiel more to work with. If he had an entire town under his thumb then he was sure to have enemies that would love to see him fall, and Remiel could use that. Even if these assumptions proved wrong, it was best to prepare for the worst case scenario and be ready to exploit any vulnerability to his advantage.

Suddenly the door to the room began to slowly creep open. Remiel forcefully ripped himself from his thoughts. The mare that entered through the door made his heart stop. It was the blue mare from before. Making sure that his face didn't show any fear, Remiel smiled at the mare.

"So you return. Tell me, have you found a better insult than monkey? If not than I fear it will get old very quickly." The mare only glared at him and stepped aside while another mare, a light pink unicorn with a silvery mane and light golden eyes, who slowly entered the room. In her hands she carried a small tray with a small bowl of stew, some bread, and a few apples as well as a glass of what appeared to be wine. "Ah, so you brought a friend and she brings the gift of food. Splendid! I already like her more than you." The blue mare, Remiel believed the stallion called her Crystal Clear, only intensified her glare as she approached him, a key in her hands.

"Move so much as a muscle and I'll break your leg," she threatened.

"My goodness, isn't breaking one of my bones a day good enough? Though I think the part you broke is just cartilage so maybe it doesn't count. Either way I'd hate to lose more blood, I'm barely staying conscious as it is." Remiel wasn't entirely sure what to call this mask, but he was going for more brains and smart remarks than sense. He wanted them to underestimate him, but needed to show he wasn't completely stupid. He'd be treading a thin line but he'd be lying if he said he had ever felt more alive than he did right now.

"Stop talking," she growled.

"What? I was merely thinking a little conversation would go wonderful with food. Keep this up and I won't be sharing any with you." Now Remiel was beginning to think he was coming across as crazy, but that wasn't entirely a bad thing. The mare looked like she wanted to hit him but for some reason held herself back. Remiel smiled inwardly at that. It would seem the stallion had given the order to cause him no further harm, and that was a good sign. He had been pushing her buttons just to test that. "If you're still sore about me saying I wanted to make-" The mare hastily cut him off by leaning in close and threatening him.

"Don't talk like that in front of my sister or I'll break your bones," she hissed. "I don't care if Red Hoof said not to touch you." Remiel had to keep from smiling at her mistake. Now not only did she reveal the name of his captor, but she also told him exactly what he needed to control her. Also he may have found some dissension in the ranks. If only people knew what secrets they revealed with minor slips of the tongue. Now all Remiel had to do was find a way to exploit them, and he didn't think it would be hard.

"Very well," Remiel sighed. "You really do have a talent for spoiling my fun." The mare gave him one more glare and finally undid the locks on the chain holding him. "Ah, that feels so much better." Remiel took a moment to stretch his stiff limbs. Once he finished the pink mare slowly approached him, almost as if she was afraid. Remiel merely put a bright smile on his face, which probably did little to comfort her with all the blood. She set the tray down in front of him. "Thank you for the meal, it looks absolutely divine." The mare didn't even reply. Did he really look that bad? Remiel brushed it off and immediately went for the wine. He took a small sip of it and swished it around in his mouth, trying to get all the blood then turned his head to the side and spit it out, making another small crimson pool of liquid on the floor. Truly, Remiel felt bad for whomever had to clean this mess, but he couldn't let that show. "That is much better. Honestly, blood has an absolutely horrid taste." The pink mare seemed to shiver at that. Remiel didn't like to see her tremble at him. "Worry not, my dear, I mean you no harm. And if it is my appearance that frightens you, blame your temperamental sister. She is the one who did this to me." The pink mare looked to her sister in horror. Crystal Clear's eyes went wide and took a step towards Remiel.

"Ah ah ah," Remiel chided. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." He leveled a cold, wicked look at the mare. "You've made it clear to me that this Red Hoof wants me unharmed. I hate to imagine what the punishment for disobedience is. And what would happen to your dear sister if you weren't there to protect her?" Crystal Clear's eyes looked like they could set a forest on fire with just a glance. She thought Remiel meant it as a threat, and he did, but he also wanted the mare to think before she acted. He could potentially use her but not if she earned the ire of her boss. He calmly bit into the apple, savoring the taste as well as his victory over the mare.

"U-um," the pink mare stuttered.

"Yes?" Remiel asked sweetly.

"M-Mr. Red Hoof wants you to join him after you finish eating and had a bath," she said. Remiel smiled inside.

"I see, than I shan't keep him waiting longer than necessary." Remiel quickly devoured his meal but left the wine untouched. He was unlikely to become intoxicated by just the one glass, but he wanted his mind to be as clear as he could manage. Once the meal was finished he wiped his mouth with a napkin and looked to the mare. "The food was exquisite, my compliments." The pink mare almost seemed to blush, and Crystal Clear glared.

"T-The bath is this way," the pink mare said. Remiel pulled himself to his feet, his legs slightly unsteady beneath him. He then proceeded to follow the mare out of the room, but Crystal Clear stopped him.

"Yes?" Remiel asked kindly. She then grabbed his nose and roughly snapped it so it was straight again. A loud 'pop!' and much pain followed. Remiel inhaled sharply and winced, but otherwise showed no sign of pain.

"Can't let you see Red Hoof looking like that," she said smugly.

"My thanks," Remiel replied. He let the offense show by him, soon he would have her under his thumb. She smiled smugly and walked out the door behind her sister. Remiel followed behind, a slight smile on his face. Soon he would be free. He wished to be free now, but there was a time and place for haste and it wasn't now and not this place. Patience was key. In the meantime he could amuse himself by thinking of ways to kill this 'Red Hoof'. Remiel would make his death more painful for everyday he spent trapped here.

A Deal Between Monsters

Remiel wished the bath could have lasted forever. The warm soapy water had felt like a gift from heaven, washing away the blood and grime like it has never even been there. His muscles relaxed and his mind was in a state of bliss. But add the saying goes: "God giveth and God taketh away". His bath was forced to be short, just long enough to get the blood, filth and smell from his body. He had to seem to be eager to meet Red Hoof and at the same time want to impress him. He needed to appear to be submissive and lacking ambition so as not to put the stallion on guard.

Though during his bath he couldn't help but wonder why Red Hoof wanted to meet him now. Logically he should have left Remiel in that room for the night at the very least as a show of power and perhaps make him slightly more worried for his life. Was Red Hoof simply that impatient or was there something more going on? He didn't ponder for long as he finished scrubbing his body free of any dirt, sweat and blood. After his bath he put on the clothes the pink mare had left for him. He was now dressed in a nice, soft, crimson shirt and a similarly comfortable pair of ebony black pants. Remiel wished he knew what materials they were made from. They felt almost like silk yet seemed to be more practical and sturdier. If he found out he'd commission an entire wardrobe of it upon his return home.

With his bath over and now appropriately dressed, Remiel found himself following Crystal Clear down several hallways that were dimly lit with candles. Unfortunately all the blinds we were drawn over the windows, preventing him from seeing outside. It was only slightly frustrating, but also slightly telling. It meant this Red Hoof either didn't want him seeing the surrounding area, or he didn't want to risk anyone looking inside and accidentally seeing him. For all he knew it could be both or neither. This was the hardest part of divining the intent of others, you never really knew what they were thinking. The best one could do was consider every possibility and be prepared for all of them. Once he got a better read on Red Hoof it would get easier, but for now he was in the dark, and it was exhilarating.

Finally Crystal Clear arrived at a pair of double doors and stopped. She raised her right hand and knocked twice. The right door opened and the green pegasus from before poked his head out. He looked at Crystal Clear and then Remiel, who wore a small smile but had a nervous undertone to it. The stallion then opened both doors.

"The thing can enter," the green pegasus said. Crystal Clear took that as a dismissal and turned, giving Remiel a dirty look, and left. Remiel pursed his lips as if acting like he didn't know how to take being called a 'thing' while mentally debating adding the pegasus to his hit list. "Come in." Remiel nodded his head and entered the room, taking in the fact that the pegasus seemed different from their encounter on the road. His horrible grammar was miraculously gone and he had an air of danger that hung around him like an invisible sword that was just waiting to be put to use. He didn't need to use his Sight to tell this pony had no qualms about spilling blood. Remiel dreaded to think what would have happened if he had caught Tinker and the others.

He must be the second in command, Remiel concluded. At the very least he would have to be very careful around this pony. It was clear he would have to be dealt with as well. Remiel entered to the room to find it brightly lit by a roaring fireplace along the back wall and, to his amazement, strange floating crystals that gave off a subtle light. The room appeared to be some manner of study, tall bookshelves lined the walls to his left and right with innumerable books. Near the fireplace were two large cushioned chairs facing one another, each with a small round end table on their right side. The crystals freely hovered around the ceiling, Remiel supposed that was to keep them out of direct eyesight, but he couldn't help but look at them and wonder what they were.

"Marvelous, aren't they?" he heard Red Hoof ask. Remiel's eyes snapped to the chair on the right and saw the stallion smirking at him. "These crystals were found in the local mine. At first everypony dismissed them as 'pretty rocks', but they are so much more than that."

"I see," Remiel said in a thoughtful voice. "Is this some manner of natural reaction within the crystal that causes it glow in places with poor or no lighting?" Red Hoof shook his head.

"Not quite," he replied. "You see, left alone the crystals are nothing special, but recently we've discovered something unique about these particular crystals."

"Pray tell, what have you found?"

"They are capable of absorbing and holding magic," he answered. Remiel's eyes shot wide in surprise, that much wasn't an act.

"Forgive me," Remiel said, carefully picking his words, "my people are woefully ignorant in the ways of magic, but I had assumed magic infected everything from the air we breathe to the ground we walk on. How is it these crystals have to be imbued with magic instead of absorbing it naturally?" Red Hoof grinned at his question.

"Indeed, you are correct in your assumptions. However, simply put, there are two kinds of magic. First there is Wild or Ambient Magic. This magic is naturally occurring and is the source for all magic, though it is also wreak. It lacks purpose and is therefore rendered harmless. The second type of magic is Harnessed Magic. This is where Ambient Magic is absorbed by a living thing, such as ponies for example, and takes on a purpose.

"Now," he continued, "Harnessed Magic is specific to the living thing it takes residence in. For a pegasus such as myself it manifests in our hooves and wings, granting us the ability of flight and the manipulation of the clouds and the weather. It is like a bridge that connects us to the sky. It works similarly with earth ponies, but it's a bridge connecting them to the earth. It's what grants them their strength and natural affinity for farming and other such acts. Unicorns, however, are slightly different in this regard. While they absorb Ambient Magic like the other two types of ponies, they can be more liberal with their use, physically manifesting their Harnessed Magic in the form of spells. Though while they are more free in terms of how they use their magic, they do not possess as strong a bond with the earth or sky and attempting to manipulate either is possible but exhausts them quickly."

"I see," Remiel said, deep in his own thoughts. "So, if I am assuming correctly, these crystals, for one reason or another, are immune to Ambient Magic, but react to Harnessed Magic?"

"Put simply, yes," Red Hoof said smiling. "Though, remember, this is just a very basic explication."

"I understand," Remiel told him. "Still, I'm curious as to why you've resorted to villainy when you could make a fortune with these." Red Hoof chuckled softly.

"You haven't been in Equestria for very long, have you?" Red Hoof asked.

"No," Remiel admitted. "I've arrived here only recently."

"There's no need for crystals such as these," Red Hoof said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Most cities, towns and villages have power plants that turn Ambient Magic into energy and powers all manner of devices."

"Then why are you using these crystals?" Red Hoof's grin widened.

"I think I've humored you enough for now," he said calmly. "Now I believe it's your turn to answer questions." Remiel nodded his head. "No need for us to be uncomfortable though. Please, sit." He gestured to the chair across from him.

"Thank you," Remiel said as he made his way to the chair. He sat and it was remarkably comfortable, but not comfortable to take him off edge. Why was Red Hoof being so hospitable? Remiel had done nothing to prove himself of value, yet Red Hoof was treating him as though they were already friends. Perhaps he was just trying to put Remiel off balance.

"Tell me, why are you interested in helping in my 'villainy' as you called it earlier? After all, you were assaulted by my...cohorts and taken prisoner."

"I would think the reason is obvious," Remiel said with a bright smile. "I enjoy breathing and would like to continue doing so." The stallion gave a hearty laugh at that.

"Who said we were ever going to kill you?" Red Hoof had a dark glint in his eyes.

"Earlier you said I was making my life less valuable, I assumed you planned to...dispose of me." Red Hoof's grin turned into a wicked smile.

"Yes, I did say that, but 'less valuable' doesn't necessarily mean 'worthless'." Remiel didn't like the sound of that. "You do remember the mine I mentioned earlier, yes?" Remiel let his eyes go wide again.

"I...I see," Remiel said in a low, hesitant voice. It would seem that this Red Hoof wasn't merely taking part in armed robbery, but slavery as well. It seemed Remiel had a new reason to despise this stallion with each passing hour.

"So you are brighter than I originally believed," Red Hoof seemed pleased with that. "It usually takes those brought here until they're thrown into the mine to figure it out."

"What is it you're mining for exactly?" Remiel asked, honestly curious. Red Hoof merely raised his right hand and waved his index finger and tutted like one would do to a misbehaving child.

"I told you: your time for asking questions is over," he said with a predatory smile.

"My apologizes, my curiosity and mouth have a tendency to run ahead of my mind." Red Hoof looked honestly amused by Remiel's ramblings, like he was a cat playing with its next kill.

"So tell me, what do you know about my operation here from what you've seen?" Remiel didn't have to think hard.

"From the perspective of the victim, it begins with your cohorts approaching them on the road. They give them a tale of bandits and offer their services as guards. Whether or not the group is taken up on that offer is almost irrelevant."

"Is it now?"

"Indeed. Should the group successfully infiltrate the victim's company than you have them working on the inside and can subdue them with little effort. If the group's offer is turned down though then their role changes from being an infiltration unit to being a scouting party that can relay the number of the target and decide whether the risk outweighs the reward. Either way you will have the upper hand when the main group launches their attack.

"Afterwards," Remiel continued, "you bring them to the mine you mentioned and keep them there to prevent them from disclosing the appearances of your agents. This way not only do you keep the identities of your agents secret but you gain free labor as well. Well, mostly free anyway, you still have to feed them."

"That is very perceptive," Red Hoof complimented, "but it wouldn't take long for the authorities to catch on if my cohorts targeted every traveler on the road. Also, it would be rather difficult to house every victim. If thievery was our main objective. I would run out of space very quickly."

"Of course," Remiel said, pretending to have an epiphany. "The villainy is only a means by which to gain your workers." Red Hoof nodded his head in satisfaction.

"But why would I foalnap workers when I could merely spread word that I'm seeking miners? That would seem far less risky." Remiel had been wondering that as well, but he thought the reason he had was good enough.

"Aside from the free labor?" he asked as a joke. "Whatever it is you're mining is either illegal, or your government would frown upon whom you're selling to." Red Hoof began to clap.

"Well done," he complimented. "Indeed, while these crystals are seemingly worthless to most, they have another, secret, property that makes them very valuable to those outside of Equestria." Remiel allowed himself a small smile.

"That sounds very lucrative," Remiel commented.

"Indeed it is," the stallion agreed. "Now that you have the general idea of my operation here, how can you help me?" That was the million dollar question. From what Remiel could see Red Hoof already had an airtight operation with few flaws. What could Remiel provide that he couldn't do for himself?

"It seems you have little need for someone such as myself. Your operation here is solid, your cohorts are loyal, and your pockets must be as deep as the ocean." The stallion's smile grew darker.

"You are very flattering," the stallion said in an amused tone, "but flattery will not save you from the mines." Remiel allowed himself to appear nervous when he was anything but.

"How do you explain your finances?" Red Hoof gave him a confused look.

"What do you mean?"

"W-Well you must be making a fortune from this, but how do you report your income? I-I mean if you start throwing around large sums of money than it'll be sure to draw attention to where it comes from." The stallion's smile fell away and his eyes narrowed.

"You are correct, I have not been able to be as free with my bits as I'd like. Tell me, do you have a method that would free me from these constraints?"

Powers that be, they don't even know what money laundering is? Remiel was almost disappointed with them, but at least he had his way of being useful. "Yes! You see it is a common practice where I'm from."

"Is it now?"

"Well, common for this type of thing I mean." Red Hoof cocked an eyebrow. "I'm not the most honest businessman either." Red Hoof's smile made a return with that.

"Please, explain your plan to me."

"Happily," Remiel replied. He then went into a deep description of his plan, explaining how if he were to invest his money in businesses of his own, he could put in dirty money, or bits in this case, and then take them back out, effectively laundering his fortune with no one the wiser. Remiel watched as the fascination on the stallion's face grew with each passing moment.

"That's brilliant," he said, clearly thrilled by the plan. "I had never thought of such a thing."

"So," Remiel said nervously.

"Ah, worried about going to the mines are you?" His predatory smile was beginning to get on Remiel's nerves. "I have your plan now, what use are you to me?" Remiel forced himself to gulp.

"W-Well you still need someone to falsify your financial records, and I doubt many of your cohorts are very good with numbers, or keeping track of where your money is at all times. And you'll probably be too busy to maintain them yourself, and." Red Hoof held up a hand to silence him, his eyes almost shining with amusement.

"That's enough, you have made your point. Your are clearly qualified for the position, but how can I be assured you will not betray me?"

"What? Sorry, I mean my life is in your hands. If I displease you then there's not much I could do to oppose you."

"Indeed," Red Hoof agreed, satisfied. It didn't take much to see what made this sick animal tick. He thrived off power and control, nothing more than an intelligent sadist on a power trip. That made him dangerous, but also somewhat predictable. All Remiel had to do was show submission and fear, if he kept feeding Red Hoof that lie then he could turn it into the fool's noose when the time was right. "Now that we're partners in this, I believe it is time for proper introductions."

"O-Of course," Remiel said as he climbed to his feet and held out his right hand. "My name is Remiel Blaz."

"A strange name, but I suppose it befits a strange creature," Red Hoof said, shaking Remiel's hand but refusing to stand. Another show of power. "My name is Crimson Sky, but you will address me as 'Red Hoof'." So 'Red Hoof' was just an alias, but what was the point in telling Remiel his real name?

"Of course," Remiel replied, his head bowed slightly.

"Now, please, sit. I find that I enjoy your company and with business done for the time being I thought we might enjoy some idle chat."

"What would you like to talk about?"

"It would seem that starting with what exactly you are would be a good start. I've done business with griffins, diamond dogs and even dragons on occasion, but I've never seen anything quite like you."

Griffins, diamond dogs and dragons? Remiel asked himself. Ponies weren't the only sapient creatures here? That came as a surprise to Remiel, almost as much as the shock that griffins and dragons were real.

"I'm what's known as a human," Remiel told the stallion. Red Hoof, or rather Crimson Sky, donned a thoughtful look.

"I've never heard of your kind before. From where do you hail?" Remiel debated between the truth and a lie, but seeing as how the stallion seemed well educated telling him the he came from a faraway land seemed idiotic.

"A land known as America," Remiel answered truthfully.

"A-mare-ica?" Crimson Sky asked dubiously. "I've never heard of such a place."

"I'm not surprised. You won't find it on any of your maps." The stallion's eyes went wide with shock.

"The uncharted lands," he said breathlessly. Remiel's eyes went wide with shock as well, more that the stallion was giving him a way out than the term.

"Y-Yes," Remiel said hanging his head.

"Tell me, how did you pass through the tempest?" Remiel had to think quickly.

"You mean the Stormwall?" he asked, trying to buy himself some more time. He could only hope Crimson Sky would buy the lie. The stallion tilted his head to the side.

"Is that what your kind calls it?" he asked. Remiel nodded his head. "Dozens of ships from both Equestria and the Griffin Kingdom have tried to breach that cursed storm but none have ever succeeded. How did you do it?"

"I-I'm not sure," Remiel offered. Crimson Sky's look darkened. "Y-You see, there was this relic I had recently acquired. It was said to have been magic, but such things are only superstition to my people. While I was examining it it began to glow with my touch and the next thing I knew I was waking up on the side of a dirt road when a small family of ponies found me." Crimson Sky's dark look lightened to one of deep thought.

"And where is this relic now?" Remiel pulled up his sleeve and showed him the markings.

"When I woke the relic was gone, but these markings had appeared." Crimson Sky frowned at that.

"Ponyfeathers," he mumbled to himself. Was that supposed to be some manner of profanity? "It must have been some kind of ancient enchantment, but then how did it come into your kind's possession if they don't have magic?"

"I'm uncertain, you see it was part of the king's personal artifacts."

"Oh? And how did you come to possess it?" Remiel allowed himself a small smile.

"I told you, I'm not what you'd call an honest businessman. His Majesty had a sizable gambling debt and offered the relic as payment. I was intrigued and accepted the offer. Damned bastard is probably laughing his head off as we speak." Crimson Sky laughed softly at that.

"Indeed, it would seem he got the better end of the deal." Remiel was still uncertain if Crimson Sky bought the lie, but he seemed to accept it for now. "Please, tell me about your land." Now he'd done it. Remiel quickly dived into a tale about a mythical land he thought up as he went. He told stories of made-up heroes and their deeds. He told tales of kings that ruled peacefully and others so nefarious they caused revolts. Hours passed and Crimson Sky paid rapt attention, lost in Remiel's lies. The only time he broke away from his story weaving was when Crimson Sky called for wine and the pink unicorn from before delivered it with two glasses. She poured one for each of them before turning to leave, and Remiel allowed his eyes to linger on her form. He made it obvious enough Crimson Sky couldn't miss it, and when he looked back to Crimson Sky he saw the look of someone plotting something in his eyes. An hour or so later the stallion raised his hand to silence Remiel.

"Your land sounds truly amazing," Crimson Sky said, a slight look of wonder in his eyes. "Alas the night has grown long and I can hear Princess Luna's realm of dreams calling for me. We will continue this conversation at another time." Remiel made as if to leave when Crimson Sky spoke again. "However, there is one last thing I wish to discuss."

"What would that be?" Remiel asked. Crimson Sky smirked.

"I am not as cold-hearted as you may think. Serve me well and I shall reward you accordingly."

"And if I displease you my punishment will be the mines, correct?" Crimson Sky smiled wide and shook his head.

"You may recall earlier that I gave you an alias as well as my real name." So that's what that was about. "You're a smart stallion, I'm sure I don't have to spell it out for you."

"Since I know your real name that makes me a liability. Throwing me into the mines would only make knowledge of your name spread, and should one of them somehow escape then your identity could possibly be revealed to the authorities." In all honesty it made the stallion seem beyond paranoid, but those in this line of work who aren't don't live long. "You don't need to worry about my priorities." Remiel took a sip of his wine. "I am a man of simple pleasures. The only things I need are money, and beautiful women. Though I suppose here that would be beautiful mares instead." Crimson Sky smiled wickedly at that.

"You and I are not so different as I originally believed," he said.

You have no idea how great the difference is between us, Remiel thought coldly.

"Swift Wing," he looked to the green pegasus, "bring Gentle Touch here if you would." The pegasus nodded his head and left. Remiel eyed his captor warily. With the other pegasus gone a part of his mind fantasized taking the wine bottle and shattering it over the bastard's head then using the broken glass to slit his throat.

Patience, he told himself. Vengeance is a dish to be savored and takes time to prepare. With great resolve Remiel subdued his bloodlust and smiled slightly at the stallion.

"I foresee a very profitable future for both of us." Remiel's smile broadened at that. "I propose a toast. To lucrative friendships." He raised his glass and Remiel followed suit.

"Are there any other kinds worth having?" Remiel asked. Crimson Sky laughed in agreement and they tapped their glasses together. They sipped their wine in silence for a few minutes before Swift Wing returned, the pink unicorn in tow. Crimson Sky smiled and rose to his feet.

"As a show of my generosity, Gentle Touch from this point on will be your personal maid," he declared. He then looked at the unicorn. "You will attend all of his needs from now on. All of his needs. Understood?" The mare quickly nodded her head, her eyes never leaving the floor. Remiel couldn't help but smile in satisfaction. Everything was going better than he had dared hope. "Now, please escort Mr. Blaz to his new quarters." Again the mare nodded her head.

"This way please," she said in a meek voice. Remiel put down his wine glass and rose to follow the unicorn before Crimson Sky stopped him with a hand.

"I'd also like for you to keep those clothes, I'll have more delivered to your room in the morning."

"My thanks, you are very generous." Crimson Sky's smile grew darker.

"These aren't tokens of my kindness, the clothes you're wearing now are reminders of what happens to those who displease me." The information was all there, but Remiel's mind refused to make the connections.

"I'm afraid I don't follow." How Remiel wished he could take back those words.

"They are all that remains of the last two who betrayed my goodwill." Remiel was too stunned to mask his horror at the revelation. The clothing he had thought so luxurious now made his skin crawl and his stomach felt as though it was about spew its contents. These clothes weren't made from cotton or silk, but from the fur of two ponies' coats! Remiel began to feel ill as his mind revised its opinion of the stallion. He had grossly underestimated the stallion's depravity. He wasn't just a bastard, a slaver and a criminal, but a full-fledged monster. Remiel found himself very glad that Tinker and the others had escaped. If Remiel ever harbored any regret for having to kill Crimson Sky it was gone now. Crimson Sky smiled gleefully at Remiel's horror stricken face.

"I shall see you in the morning. May you two have an enjoyable night." With that Crimson Hoof took his leave, and Remiel's horror slowly turned to rage. He was going to take great pleasure in ending that despicable worm's life.

The Only Way To Fight A Monster Is With A Monster

A feeling of nausea and disgust crawled all over Remiel's skin as he followed Gentle Touch through the halls of Crimson Sky's manor. With the revelation of what the clothes were made from he was unsure what he should be feeling. Horror, disgust and rage battled in his mind for his attention. A part of him wanted to run for the nearest exit while another wanted to march back into the study to end that creature's life. Only by the strength of his own will did he subdue and ignore these instincts and focus on the task at hand. He would stick to his plan. This was the only option available to him, but it was now clear to him that this wasn't the game he had been treating it as.

Gentle Touch stopped in front of a door and turned to Remiel, her gaze still aimed at the floor. "Here's your room," she said meekly. Remiel donned a pleasant mask and smiled at her warmly.

"My thanks Ms Touch," Remiel said in a kind, charming voice. He opened the door and took one step inside before turning to face her again. "If you would be so kind, would you please fetch me some paper and something to write with, as well as prepare another bath as well? I would greatly appreciate it." The mare nodded her head and left to do his bidding. Remiel turned away from her retreating figure and entered the room and closed the door. His mask fell away as a look void of all emotion took its place. This was the real Remiel. A shell with no soul, a monster with no remorse, and Crimson Sky has brought out its fangs.

It's time to show him how a true monster operates, Remiel thought with no feeling behind it. The first step of his plan began the moment Gentle Touch returned. In the meantime he settled for examining his new room. Surprisingly it was well furnished. There was a large bed with a thick emerald blanket placed along the wall to his right, a small end table with a lit lamp beside it and on the other side a small dresser. Across the room from it was a cushioned reading chair that matched the blanket, and on the far wall was a writing desk, but sadly no paper or pens. It was a good thing he had Gentle Touch go and fetch him some. A dark humor filled Remiel, but it brought no smile to his face. The room wasn't much, but it was where Remiel would conspire Crimson Sky's demise; inside his own manor. Remiel first approached the dresser and opened the top drawer only to find it empty. A brief search of the remaining drawers turned up much of the same, save for a single pair of red pants.

Remiel carefully felt the material and figured it had to be something like wool. Though all he really cared about was that it clearly felt different from the clothes he was currently wearing. Without wasting a moment Remiel began to strip off the abominations that adorned his flesh and changed into the pants. He disliked not having a shirt to wear, mainly because he saw it as being indecent but also because he had no muscle tone whatsoever, but he saw it as a small price to pay to rid himself of those monstrosities. The crawling on his skin dissipated somewhat, but it wouldn't truly be gone until he had a proper bath, or several. In fact it may never leave entirely so long as Crimson Sky still drew breath, but that would come with time. For now though, he must be patient and find those among the monster's rank he could use to overthrow him.

Remiel moved to sit in the reading chair to think as he waited for Gentle Touch to return. Despite his planning and despite his calm appearance, he felt restless. He had always been in control, knowing everything and having the resources to act in any situation, but now he had nothing. It was foolish of him to think of this as a game when the lives of innocents were in jeopardy. Remiel shook his head. No, he couldn't be concerned with them. He had his own people to worry about, and they were more important to him then the souls trapped here. He unintentionally frowned with that thought.

Then again, Remiel thought to himself his frown disappearing, helping myself and those imprisoned here may not be exclusive to one another. Killing Crimson Sky is the endgame, and not only would it free myself but them as well. Perhaps I could work them into my plan. Remiel pondered on that for a moment, but couldn't find a way that they would be of much use. A rebellion of enslaved miners may make for a good story, but in actuality it wasn't feasible. They were likely worked to the the point of exhaustion every day, and were undoubtedly under fed so they would be too weak to turn against their captors. Even as a distraction they would prove of little use as Crimson Sky almost assuredly had plans in place to deal with such an event. So if he were to use them as a distraction any he swayed to his side would have to sabotage these safety measures. A simple enough task. With this small amendment to his plan Remiel relaxed somewhat. If he could indeed set the workers free to cause chaos then it would likely mean he wouldn't have to recruit as many of Crimson Sky's following as most of his forces would have to deal with containing the workers.

A knock on the door snapped Remiel out of his scheming. "Enter." The door slowly crept open and in walked the pink mare. Remiel forced a bright smile to his face as he looked at her. In her arms she carried a small jar of what he assumed was ink, several pieces of parchment and a few quills. He was slightly surprised at the ink and quills. They must not have invented pens and pencils yet. That was something he could introduce to Tinker, a guaranteed seller. A warm feeling crept into his otherwise cold heart as he thought of the family, joy that they escaped this nightmare. "Thank you, Gentle Touch. Please, set them over there on the desk." She nodded her head in acknowledgement and moved to place the items. She then turned and bowed her head to him.

"I'll have your bath prepared shortly," she said before departing again. Remiel nodded his head and moved over to the writing desk. He sat in the dark wooden chair and examined the quills and ink jar.

This is going to be interesting to say the least. He began yearning for his laptop and printer, or even a typewriter, but sighed in minor annoyance and began the tedious act of learning to write with a quill. It took longer than he hoped and had to dispose of a few pages, but he got it down soon enough and began forging a diary.

Hello, old friend, or rather newfriend as my old friend is still hidden away in my office back home. Hopefully. It seems I've done a wonder of getting myself into another mess. You see, I made the foolish decision of trusting that spineless bastard "King" Joseph when he offered to pay his debts with a damned artifact from his treasury. He claimed it was magic, but I dismissed it as pure fantasy. I should have listened.

He wrote at a blistering pace, lines upon lines of lies appearing on the page in an elegant script. He told of how the object burst into light at his touch and the next thing he remembered was waking on the back of a wagon.

Imagine my surprise when I found a furred creature staring back at me. I had thought I'd gone insane. The creature turned out to be something called a pony. I'll be frank; It scared the hell out of me. Fortunately my delusions of being sacrificed to some pony god were baseless as it turned out that they were actually decent people ponies. Yes, that means they would make easy targets later. After all, I'll need the money in this new land.

He went on to detail the little time he had spent with them, giving false names of course, and wrote about Crimson Sky's henchmen attacking them before finally writing down the most recent events.

I now find myself in the company of a pegasus by the name of Crim Red Hoof. This manstallion is very unnerving. He is intelligent as well as ruthless, but also strangely charismatic. I have convinced him that I am worth more as an asset than a slave. Thankfully. When I learned the true depth of his operations I was more than a little stunned, but equally intrigued. I'm not a stranger to illicit activities, but I've never dreamed of something of this magnitude. Truly this pegasus is a genius. Even though his presence is still unsettling it's nothing a few bags of gold can't fix. So long as I stay in his good graces I will be safe, and perhaps wealthy as well.

Remielhad already planned for this small journal ahead of time. His only concern was getting it all down before Gentle Touch returned. With the final line down on paper he set the quill beside the ink jar and capped the jar. Now all he had to do was wait. It was something Remiel detested, but he was used to. How long does it take to ready a bath? Though Remiel supposed he couldn't complain about that either, it did give him time to write that journal after all. He narrowed his eyes and began to tap his left index finger against the desk.

Finally, there came a familiar knock on the door. "One moment!" Remiel called, sounding slightly panicked. He quickly opened one of the drawers and slid the three pages of his journal into it before hastily shutting it, making enough noise he hoped she heard it. He then stood up and blocked the drawer from the sight of anyone who would be standing in the doorway, but kept his hand on the drawer. "Enter." The door opened and Remiel wore a nervous smile, like one a child would wear when they knew they did something wrong. In walked Gentle Touch, her eyes looking at him instead of the floor. She must have picked up on at least one of his signals. Her eyes briefly flickered from him to the desk, but Remiel made no show that he noticed.

"Your bath is ready, sir," she said quietly.

"Thank you, Ms Touch," he said warmly, albeit nervously. He stepped away from the desk, allowing his right hand to linger on the drawer for a moment. Finally stepping out of reach of the desk his hand fell to his side and he approached Gentle Touch. He continued to smile as he noticed her eyes flicker to the desk again. Satisfied he had tipped her off to where the pages lay, Remiel shifted his focus to the mare. She flicked her eyes to the desk again, she was horrible at being subtle, she turned and led him through the halls once more. After a couple of minutes they arrived at the bathroom once more and Remiel thanked her before dismissing her, assuring her he could find his own way back to his room.

He entered the bathroom and closed the door. He looked longingly at the streaming bath, but knew he couldn't get in. He just had to wait. He silently approached the door again and listened closely. Soon he heard Gentle Touch's footsteps quickly moving away. He knew where she was going. He waited a few minutes then opened the door and backtracked to his room, making sure no one saw him. Fortunately the halls were all deserted as he arrived at his room. Turning the doorknob as slowly and quietly as he could, he gently pushed the door open. Once it was open enough for him to slip in, he did just that, closing the door just as quietly as he had opened it. On the far side of the room he saw Gentle Touch standing over the writing desk, carefully scanning the pages he had written earlier. As quiet as humanly possible Remiel approached her from behind. Just when he was within reach of her the mare suddenly turned around. Remiel's left hand shot up and wrapped around her throat.

Horror crossed the mare's face as she looked into Remiel's eyes, even though he wore a pleasant smile on his face. "Now what do we have here? Don't you know it's rude to go through other's belongings?" The mare went to speak, but Remiel tightened his grip to cut off her words. The mask fell away to reveal a cold and indifferent Remiel. "I didn't give you leave to speak." He loosened his grip so she could breathe. "Now let me tell you why I think you're here. Crimson Sky 'gave'you to me so he could have you spy on me. Correct?" The mare vehemently shook her head in denial and Remiel's vice grip returned. "Do not lie to me. I have neither the time nor patience for it. Now tell me, are you spying on me for Crimson Sky, or rather Red Hoof as you call him?" Gentle Touch refused to answer.

"I don't believe you fully comprehend your situation. I own you now. You were given to me by Crimson Sky. That means I am free to do as I please to you, and not soul will come to your defense." As he spoke he raised his right hand and used his fingers to tenderly move a stray strand of hair that hung down around her face, his voice softening only a little, but it wasn't too calm her. A shiver ran through her body, Remiel wasn't sure if it was out of disgust or fear but neither did he care. Or so he thought. Remiel felt a sickening feeling in his stomach, but pushed it aside. He had to do this. Suddenly her horn flared to life with a bright pink light and Remiel felt his heart stop for a moment. She was going to use magic on him! Remiel froze in shock, when suddenly the markings on his left arm began to glow and pulse like back on the wagon. The light in Gentle Touch's horn flickered and then died as she seemed to lose all of her energy. Remiel recovered quickly and loosened his grip lest she lose consciousness.

"That was very foolish," he warmed, playing it off as if it had been intentional. "Do that again and it will be the last mistake you make." The mare slowly nodded her head in understanding. "Now tell me, are you spying on me for Crimson Sky?" Remiel didn't really need to ask her, the answer was obvious. He merely needed to put on this show to inspire fear in her. She seemed the type to submit easily to those who terrified her, and Remiel needed her silence and obedience for his plan. Loyalty and trust were far more reliable than fear as a means to control others, but Remiel didn't have the time to nurture such a relationship. Fear would have to suffice. Gentle Touch hesitantly nodded her head. Good, this meant Remiel had at least temporarily inspired a greater fear of him than she had of Crimson Sky.

"P-Please, don't h-hurt me," she said in a weak, helpless voice. Tears of fear began to trickle from her eyes. Remiel's stomach churned with disgust for his actions, but he came this far and he couldn't back down now.

"That is entirely up to you," he responded, his voice and face still void of emotion, indifferent to the life he held in his hands. "Now that you've confirmed for me that you were spying for Crimson Sky I could confront him about it. Needless to say that would end poorly for you." Gentle Touch's shaking turned into full on tremors as her fear continued to grow, realising she had made her own noose. "However, I am not without compassion." Remiel let his hand fall from her throat and she reached a hand up to massage the pain. "From here on out you will serve as my eyes and ears in this place. Understood?" Gentle Touch nodded her head. "Any order I give you will be carried out exactly as I say." Again she nodded. "Good, now I assume Crimson Sky will be anxious to hear what you've found in those papers. Tell him everything you've read then return to me immediately afterwards. Tell him I sleep better with company." The mare openly winced at the implications of what would be inferred from that, even though Remiel had no intention of that. Even a monster such as himself had lines he wouldn't cross, albeit very few. "Now go." The mare quickly went around him and disappeared from the room. Remiel released a breath he hadn't known he had been holding in. Reluctantly, he looked down at his left hand in disgust, as if it was responsible for what just happened. Remiel shook his head to try and rid himself of the thoughts, but they refused to leave.

Denied his pace of mind, Remiel began justifying it. I wouldn't actually harm her, he told himself.I just need her to move my plans forward. If I had more time, then perhaps I could have done it differently. I don't have a choice! If things work out well she will benefit as well. She will be free from this place, no longer a slave to that abhorrent creature. Remiel caught himself and shook his head in disgust. Yes, keep telling yourself that you're doing this with her best interests in mind. I'm sure it's a real comfort as she suffers because of it. He had thought he was done seeking justifications for his actions. There was no justifying the things he had done. They were necessary, yes, but that doesn't mean they were the right things to do.

He had thought he learned that lesson long ago so why did this trouble him? What was different about this particular situation? Was it because he was the one directly threatening and manipulating instead of doing it through an agent? No, he had done worse in person than making a woman fear for her life. Perhaps it was because she was innocent? No, innocents were used and killed in the crossfire all the time. Maybe. Maybe it was because of Crimson Sky. Maybe he saw a little bit of himself in that vile monster, that a part of him knew he could easily turn into something just as dark and cruel. Remiel pondered that thought for a moment before giving a humorless chuckle.That couldn't possibly be it. He was far worse than Crimson Sky could ever hope to be. But the difference was not how evil they were, but the goal behind it. Crimson Sky was motivated by power and wealth, whether he had an endgame was irrelevant, whereas Remiel did it to change the world. Another chuckle escaped his lips. He was doing it again. Evil done in the name of good is still evil, but it was the only way he could see. Besides, the only difference that mattered between the two of them was which would live longer, and Remiel was certain it would be him. If it wasn't just one of those things, then maybe it was a combination of all of them.

After a few minutes of internal debate got him nowhere, Remiel finally managed to push the thoughts aside and waited for Gentle Touch to return in silence. He did have the fear that Gentle Touch would betray him to Crimson Sky, but he saw it as only a slim possibility. Still, he was prepared, just in case. As time slowly passed by, he noticed the pulsing light in the markings on his arm began to slow and dim. It seems that I can't store this power permanently. But why? Is it slowly dispersing from my body or is something else at work? The mysteries surrounding the Fragment of God now fused to his arm kept adding up and offered no answers. After several minutes the light had completely faded and moments later the dot opened to reveal Gentle Touch.

"How did he react?" Remiel asked.

"H-He seemed to believe me," she answered quietly.

"No. His reaction. Did he seem pleased? Suspicious?" Gentle Touch didn't look up, but seemed to think for a moment.

"H-He smiled a-a little." Good, he must be pleased with that journal.

"You did well, Gentle Touch." Remiel stood up and walked over to the bed. "Now, let us get some sleep. We will have much work to do in the coming days and a good night's rest will help immeasurably." He heard the mare inhale sharply and he sighed. He grabbed a pillow and one of the two blankets that covered the bed before returning to the reading chair. "Do not fear, I have no interest in...that. You will sleep in the bed and I shall sleep here." He looked at her and saw she had raised her head, a confused look on her face.

"T-The chair?" Remiel nodded his head.

"You did well so I will allow you to sleep in the bed tonight," he responded in a detached voice. "However, while I'm not heartless I will not be so kind should you betray or fail me. But loyalty will be rewarded with care and as much protection as I can offer." The mare looked at him, speechless. It was like he had given her a gift instead of pressed a knife to her throat. "Do not mistake this as kindness. You are an asset, nothing more. If you are to be of use to me I can't have you being harmed or otherwise hindered. That is all."

"W-Why are you doing this?" she asked, finally finding her voice. Remiel was silent for a moment.

"Perhaps I will tell you, but not now. You've done well so far, but trust must be built before I reveal my plans to you." Remiel placed his pillow on the chair before sitting down and making himself comfortable. Getting as comfortable as the chair allowed, Remiel covered himself with the blanket and attempted to go to sleep.

"Thank you," Remiel heard the mare say softly.

"Get some sleep," he replied. "We'll have to wake early so I can brief you on how we're going to proceed from here."

"Understood," she answered. With her dealt with for the time being Remiel adjusted himself slightly and tried to sleep, but it didn't come easily. And once he did find it, it was filed with the same blood and gore as it has always been. Only now Tinker, Healing Touch and Heavy Axe were there as well.

The morning found Remiel waking in a cold sweat as his heart raced. Shaking off the familiar feelings of fear, sorrow and helplessness he roused himself from his position on the chair. He wasn't unaccustomed to sleeping in a chair, he had fallen asleep at his desk multiple times, but this time he didn't have a desk to lay his head on. At least this chair was somewhat comfortable and larger than his desk chair. He cracked his neck and looked over to the bed, seeing Gentle Touch still sleeping soundly. A small smile tried to force its way out, but Remiel kept it down. He had already grown too attached to Tinker and his family, he refused to allow it to happen again. Remiel began coughing suddenly. His left hand quickly rose to his lips to try and stifle the noise, but it was too late. He heard feet on hardwood floor and felt something furry Touch his left arm and shoulder.

"Are you alright? What's wrong?" It was Gentle Touch, and she sounded concerned? Remiel quickly waved her off with his right hand as he tried to stem the flow of blood from his lips with his left. "I'll go get-" Gentle Touch moved to leave but Remiel grabbed her with his free hand, and shook his head 'no'. After a moment the coughing fit subsided and Remiel sat panting heavily for a moment. "A-Are you alright?" Remiel nodded his head.

"Don't worry...about it," he told her weakly.

"Are you sick? Do you need a doctor?" Again he shook his head.

"It's a condition...I was born with, but the only thing you need...to concern yourself with is what I need you to do today." Gentle Touch's corned look didn't fade, but she reluctantly nodded her head. "Good." Remiel took a moment to compose himself. "Now, everyone will be expecting that I have had my way with you." The mare flinched at his words. "Ruffle your hair and make yourself look slightly disheveled. You are to feed these beliefs, but don't openly talk about it. Be reluctant, but if they insist give them a tale about me assaulting you and taking you against your will." The mare looked shocked.

"Why would," Remiel cut off her words with a harsh glare.

"Did I not make myself clear last night? Do as your told. No questions." Gentle Touch flinched and nodded her head. "As for your meeting last night with Crimson Sky, did he give you any instructions regarding what to do with me today?" She nodded her head.

"Somepony was to bring you to him in his study so you could have breakfast together." Remiel nodded his head.

"Excellent. First, bring me a wet towel, I need to clean myself." She nodded her head and walked to the door, stopping to make herself look disheveled as he commanded, and quickly left. Just then another attack ravaged his body. Only this time it sent him sprawling on the ground, convulsing as if he was having a seizure. It continued for a few minutes before leaving him on the ground, sweating and gasping for air, his head lying in a small pool of blood.

It's...getting worse, he thought, exhausted. Once he managed to get himself together he lifted himself off the ground and crawled away from the blood. He turned around and used the chair to help prop himself up and stand. Once he was standing he immediately decided against it and sat back down in the chair. This wasn't good. He had assumed the attacks would get worse but not this soon. He may not have as much time as he thought. Then he would need to move his plans faster than he originally thought. But if he did that then the plan may unravel. He would have to take a careful approach, perhaps cut a few corners. All he really needs is enough guards to keep him safe while he killed Crimson Sky, and an escape route. Perhaps he could limit it to a handful of pawns he could sacrifice to slip away. Perhaps seven or so. Enough to be effective, but small enough to avoid attention. Yes, that should do. If he needed to he could even split the group, one team to free the slaves for a distraction then secure their escape in the ensuing chaos and the other to escort him out after Crimson Sky had been dealt with.

The door to the room opened and in walked Gentle Touch, the wet towel in hand. She approached Remiel and kneeled down in front of him, a caring look on her face, before tenderly cleaning his face. Remiel gave her a speechless look as his mind went blank. After wiping off one part of his face she went to wipe another and he flinched away from her.

"I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" she asked softly. Remiel just looked at her, dumbfounded. It took him a moment to realize he was just staring at her before he shook his head.

"N-No," he managed to stammer out, his face growing warm. He held his right hand out, palm up. "I-I can wash it myself." Gentle Touch gave him a confused look, but handed him the wet cloth. He thanked her and began washing his face. He had never had someone do something so...intimate. He had learned at an early age he had to care for himself. He never knew his mother, and his father had been...detached to say the least. He never had someone touch him so tenderly. It was alien to him He shook off his shock and decided to get his mind off of it. "D-Did anyone approach you?"

"N-No," she stammered out. "Some of Red Hoof's enforcers chuckled, and the staff looked like they pitied me." Remiel nodded his head, distracted from his embarrassment by news of the success of his plan. Word will undoubtedly spread of this facade and because of it Crimson Sky will think he found a way to monitor and control him, and Remiel will get his first follower. Though he could already feel how...unpleasant recruiting his first follower will be. There was nothing for it. He had to start somewhere.

Remiel finished cleaning his face and other parts the blood had touched before motioning for Gentle Touch to move and he proceed to clean the small pool of blood on the floor, much to Gentle Touch's surprise. "Y-You didn't have to clean that. I-I would have cleaned it." Remiel shook his head.

"I made this mess, it's only right I clean it," he responded, his tone slightly warmer than it had been. "Do you know what Crimson Sky wants to speak with me about?" He already had an idea of what the pegasus wanted to talk about, but perhaps the mare knew something more.

"No," she admitted, sounding almost ashamed. "He only told me that somepony would come and bring you to him for breakfast."

"I see," Remiel said. Then he noticed something. "I've noticed you said somepony, not someone. Why is that?" Gentle Touch gave gin a confused look.

"Because that's how you refer to somepony."

"So instead of saying 'someone' I should say 'somepony'?" The mare nodded her head.

"Somepony, anypony. That's how we speak. Remiel nodded his head. Then he paused for a moment. He rose to his feet and turned to face the mare. He was about to apologize for his mistreatment of her when suddenly the door to the room opened and in walked a familiar blue unicorn mare.

Seems I'll get my first recruit sooner than I believed, he thought darkly. Subtly handing the bloodied washcloth to Gentle Touch behind his back, Remiel gave a bright, carefree smile to Crystal Clear. "Are you here to escort me to Red Hoof?" The dark look on the mare's face was almost scary and Remiel braced for what was soon to follow. This may hurt more than I originally believed.

Weaving A Web

Well, this is certainly new, Remiel thought to himself. After inquiring as to whether Crystal Clear was his escort the mare charged him, lifting him up by his neck and letting him dangle in the air. Remiel tried to breathe, but found it almost impossible with the mare's vice like grip on his throat.

"You'll pay for what you did to my sister!" she growled darkly.

"Crystal, stop!" Gentle Touch shouted at the enraged mare. Crystal turned her head to look at her sister.

"Why?! After what he's done to you, why are you defending him?!"

"Because this is wrong and he didn't do anything!" While that was a lie Remiel was still both touched and confused by the mare's defense of him, but the lack of oxygen was more pressing at the moment. "Let him go!" Finally the hands around his throat released him and he fell to the floor.

"That was very foolish," Remiel said, his voice hoarse from her strangling him.

"What?!" Crystal Clear looked ready to strangle him again.

"Use whatever brain you have to think for a moment," Remiel said calmly, but his eyes were filled with darkness. "Yes you could kill me with very little effort, but then what? Do you really think that Crimson Sky, or Red Hoof as you know him, would let that slip? I'm capable of making him a lot of money and you would be taking that away from him." Crystal Clear gave him a dark look, but bit her tongue. "He'd kill you then there would be no one left to protect your sister, or he would kill you both just because he can. Your actions affect more than just you. I suggest you remember that." Crystal Clear was fuming, but Remiel also saw the horror in her eyes.

"If I wanted to," Remiel continued, "I could tell him everything that just transpired and the same effect would probably happen."

"If you even," Crystal Clear stayed but Remiel cut her off.

"If you think you have any power here than you are an imbecile," Remiel said coldly. "You are nothing but a pawn on the board to be used and discarded when you are no longer needed, or sacrificed to protect the king. You are nothing more."

"I'll-"

"Enough!" Remiel roared with as much authority as he could. He fixed her with a dark look. "Do you think differently? Think for a moment. Have any of those taken prisoner here seen Crimson Sky's face?" Remiel didn't wait for an answer. "Of course they haven't, powers, you didn't even know his real name until I told you. However, I'm more than willing to bet most if not all of them have seen your face."

"What does that matter?" Remiel shook his head, disappointed.

"Simple, should whatever law enforcement agency you have here stumble upon this operation, the poor souls trapped here would be readily able to identify you and the other pawns while there will be nothing to prosecute Crimson Sky. Perhaps a chosen few will be spared as well, but I doubt you would fall into that category." Crystal Clear had a look of defiance on her face.

"What if I told the guard he was in charge?"

"And they would trust the word of a slaver?" The rage in her eyes grew at his words.

"I'm not a slaver!" Remiel gave her a dark look.

"Then what would you call this?" he asked, his voice cold and emotionless. "Do you really think just because you aren't the one pulling the strings that you are therefore absolved of wrongdoing? Do you honestly believe that it matters to those slaving their lives away in that mine? Or is that just the lie you tell yourself so you can sleep at night?" Ice entered Remiel's eyes as he glared at the mare. "I've done things in my life that are horrible, some would call them monstrous, but never have I sunk so low as to enslave others. In my eyes, slavery is worse than murder." Remiel could see his words were having an effect on the mare by how her anger wavered in her eyes. Remiel felt no pity for this creature, were he back on earth, this entire operation would have been dealt with in a matter of hours, and Red Hoof and those who worked for him would all be killed without exception. Slavery was something Remiel despised with a passion. He once had an 'acquaintance' that operated one of his father's diamond mines that utilized the practice. Upon seeing the operation with his own eyes, Remiel's judgment was delivered swiftly and with a lot of lead. It was one of his earlier acts as the Grey King, and it served as a warning to all under his newfound leadership. He didn't have any problems of the like ever since.

"However," Remiel continued, "I have use for you yet, so I shall keep what happened here a secret from Crimson Sky. For the time being at least."

"What do you mean?" The mare asked, some of the fire returning to her eyes, but she couldn't quite bring herself to look Remiel in the eye.

"What I mean is you now work for me," Remiel explained as he decided to climb to his feet. "You do as I tell you without question. If Crimson Sky gives you an order you clear it with me first."

"Why would I-"

"You don't get it," Remiel interjected. "I own you now. Your life is in my hands. If I run and tell Crimson Sky about what just transpired, you die. If you kill me, you die. You have no power here."

"And if I tell Red Hoo-Crimson Sky about what you're trying to do?"

"Neither of us die, right away. Crimson Sky still wants what I know and will tolerate me just long enough to get it, but that would be unwise as well." Remiel motioned to Gentle Touch. "You seem to have forgotten that Crimson Sky gave her to me. That means I can do as I please, without consequence." Horror crossed Crystal Clear's face as she swiveled her head to look at her sister. She didn't know? For some reason, that gave Remiel immense pleasure. "But have no fear. I have no intention of harming or otherwise defiling her. She had already been brought into my plans."

"What are you-"

"You really aren't very good at this, are you? Don't you think it would cross Crimson Sky's mind how odd it was that you knew I was planning something, but not the mare he sent to spy on me?" Crystal Clear's eyes went wide. "Indeed, revealing me also reveals your sister's compliance as well. Would you sacrifice your sister's life just to end mine?"

"You, you monster," she growled at him. Remiel was unfazed.

"Indeed I am," he replied coolly. "Now, take your leave. Return to me tonight, I have things I need to discuss with you." For a moment the mare didn't move. Remiel put more authority in his voice. "I dismissed you, now leave." Crystal Clear clenched her fists and turned to leave, but stopped when she reached the door.

"If you so much as," she started, but Remiel interrupted her.

"Leave." The mare growled in frustration and slammed the door closed and she stepped out. Remiel exhaled deeply. "That went marginally better than expected." He looked to Gentle Touch and her expression was both one of rage and confusion. "Is something bothering you?"

"W-Why?" she asked. Remiel paused a moment.

"Why do I act this way?" Remiel asked for clarity. She nodded her head. "I bet you've been spending your time trapped here waiting for some hero to show up and save everyone, excuse me, everypony." Remiel adopted a faraway look in his eyes. "There are no heroes, no happy endings. There are, however, monsters. Others that will do whatever they want to get what they want. Since there are no heroes, the only way to kill a monster is with another monster."

"So you're a monster?" Gentle Touch asked. Remiel nodded his head. "I don't believe you." Remiel narrowed his eyes at her slightly. "You act mean and scary, but you're not."

"Did you forget I nearly strangled you last night?" Gentle Touch massaged her throat with her hand. "Does that strike you as something a good person or pony would do?"

"Then why are you helping us?" Remiel gave her a confused look.

"Helping you? You're mistaken. I need to leave this place and find my way home. However, Crimson Sky is in the way of that, so he must be removed. To that end I will use whatever means I deem necessary. Whether it be intimidation, blackmail, whatever. Nothing else matters to me. Nothing." Gentle Touch looked unconvinced, but didn't press the matter. "Now, here's what I want you to do today. For now, just keep your ears and eyes open. I want each and every dirty secret, every mutinous thought you can find. Is that clear?" Gentle Touch nodded her head. "Excellent. Now, did Crimson Sky give any other duties to do beside serve me?"

"No, I was told to stay near you and report anything suspicious you do." Remiel thought for a moment. If she was to stay near him then he couldn't have her out gathering information like he needed her to. He would have to make excuses to dismiss her. The time he spends around Crimson Sky would be the best time to do so, he may even dismiss her himself. It was becoming more apparent that he would have to rely on Crystal Clear more than he originally believed, not a very pleasant amendment to his plan.

"I see. In that case there is nothing we can do for the moment but wait for whomever it is that was sent to collect us." Remiel walked over to his chair to wait while Gentle Touch sat on the bed.

"Um," he heard her say softly.

"Yes?"

"What, what's going to happen to us?" Remiel gave her a confused look. "In your plan, what happens to the rest of us?" Remiel shook his head.

"Not my concern," he replied. Gentle Touch looked shocked. "Getting Crimson Sky out of my way is all I care about. What you all do afterwards is of no concern to me."

"Wait," she said, confused. "You're not going to take his place?" Remiel shook his head.

"Why would I want to take over such a small, doomed operation?"

"Doomed?" Remiel nodded his head again.

"Crimson Sky is a smart pony," Remiel told her. "He never planned on this operation lasting."

"How could you know that?"

"It's obvious. He kidnaps those who work in his mine. So many disappearances cannot go unnoticed. I have little doubt that somewhere there is somepony already beginning to put the pieces together. Aside from that he keeps his face hidden from all who are brought here against their will and lies about his real name."

"Couldn't he just create a whole new identity after he ran away from here?"

"Why would he? A figure with no record, not even a birth certificate, appearing out of nowhere with large sums of money is far too suspicious. The fact that he can simply return to his old identity, reconnecting with old contacts and such would be a far smoother transition."

"S-So this is going to end soon anyway?" Remiel nodded his head. "Then why don't you just wait for that?"

"Because I have important things of my own to attend to. Also, I really dislike Crimson Sky."

"S-So you're going to kill him?" Remiel nodded his head.

"That is the only way to assure my own well being." Gentle Touch didn't respond to that. A few moments went by and a knock came at the door. "One moment please." Remiel nodded to Gentle Touch and she went to open the door. Once she opened the door Remiel saw a familiar green pegasus standing in the portal. Gentle Touch stood aside and Swift Wing entered.

"Red Hoof is ready for you," he answered in an emotionless tone. Remiel smiled brightly.

"Then let's not keep him waiting," Remiel said warmly. He got to his feet and approached the green stallion. Suddenly the pony threw something at him. Remiel quickly caught the items and saw that they were clothes.

"Get changed first."

"My thanks." Remiel didn't appreciate the stallion's rude demeanor, but didn't let it bother him. The pegasus left and Remiel changed, telling Gentle Touch to turn away as he did so. Once he was fully clothed he opened the door again and he and Gentle Touch followed Swift Wing to Crimson Sky's study. It was time for Remiel to give the performance of a lifetime.

----------Later That Night----------

"Were you able to find out anything?" Remiel asked Gentle Touch as he relaxed into the green chair. His meeting with Crimson Sky had gone well, mainly it was him outlining and explaining his plan. Crimson Sky seemed enthralled by its simplicity and possible results, and that had the stallion eating out of the palm of his hand.

"Not really," Gentle Touch answered as she shook her head. "Everypony seems too afraid of Crimson Sky." Remiel wasn't pleased with that, but there was nothing for it. "But, there was some talk among the kitchen workers."

"What of?"

"They say there's some ponies in town who are talking about overthrowing Crimson Sky." Remiel sighed heavily. That kind of talk was worthless to Remiel. People would talk about taking action and bringing change but they'd never actually do it.

"Was there anything else?" Gentle Touch shook her head.

"Sorry," she said softly. Remiel gave her a dismissive wave of his hand.

"Don't dwell on it, we must move forward." He didn't look to Gentle Touch but instead focused his attention on the door. He honestly hadn't intended for Gentle Touch to recruit others, but the staff was generally the place to go if you want to find out the dirty secrets. It was even how word spread of his ailment spread so quickly in his own home. No, he would leave the potential recruiting to Crystal Clear. She would be more privy to the discussions between the foot soldiers as well as the one to already know which would be ready to turn against Crimson Sky, but Remiel was not comfortable at all with the knowledge his life lay in her hands. The only thing he took solace in was knowing she wouldn't betray him so long as her sister was caught in the crossfire. The sound of knuckles hitting wood broke the short silence. Remiel nodded for Gentle Touch to answer it. The pink mare opened the door and in walked her sister.

"You actually came, color me surprised," Remiel said smugly. The mare glared at him.

"I only came to check on my sister," she answered. Remiel smirked slightly.

"Well, take peace in knowing she is well and unharmed," he replied. Her eyes began to bitten with rage.

"After what you did to her?" Crystal Clear growled. Remiel gave her a confused look.

"What are you referring to?" he asked. She took a step towards him.

"You bucking raped her!" the blue mare roared. Remiel gave her an amused look.

"Is that your attempt at swearing? Adorable." The mare began trembling with rage. "However, no rape occurred last night nor shall it ever."

"Pony feathers! Everypony is talking about it, they saw how she looked."

"Crystal!" Gentle Touch yelled at her sister. "I told you this morning that he didn't do anything!" Remiel had to keep hood shock from showing. Why was she defending him again?

"What do you mean?"

"He slept in the chair and I slept on the bed, that's all! He didn't rape me!"

No, but I did almost strangle you, so why are you defending me? The mare's actions made no sense to Remiel.

"B-But I saw you this morning, you were a mess."

"Because he wanted everypony to see me that way so they thought he did, but did I smell like I had rutted last night?" What? Remiel's mind froze for a moment. Smell? Then it hit him. If they had had sex then the room would certainly smell like sweat and...other things. At least that's what had heard from Matthew. Remiel had no such experience so he didn't even think about that.

"Somepony saw you run into a bathroom this morning, so I thought you washed it off." Remiel had never been so thankful for one of his coughing fits in his entire life.

"Well," Remiel said, interrupting the conversation between the sisters, "now that you have been enlightened to what has really transpired we can get down to more pressing matters."

"Such as?" Crystal Clear asked, her anger returning when she looked at him.

"How we're going to kill Crimson Sky and escape afterwards of course." The mare's eyes went wide, and a wicked smile appeared on Remiel's face.

-----------Three Weeks Later---------

Remiel sat a wooden desk as he poured over several ledgers, each one belonging to a separate investment belonging to Crimson Sky. One was a simple convenience store that was now being built in three separate cities, another was a nonexistent courier service that was used to mask Crimson Sky's deliveries of the strange crystals he called Source Stones, though Remiel still didn't know to whom the shipments went, and the rest were legitimate investments in several businesses. So far Crimson Sky seemed pleased with Remiel's work, and was overjoyed when he discovered some of these investments were already turning even more profit for him.

Aside from a generous allowance from Crimson Sky, that he had absolutely no use for, Remiel had also been advancing his plans at a slow but steady pace. He had gained four more followers bringing his total to five combat ready troops. A few more and he would be prepared to make his move. However, that may come sooner than Remiel believed. Crystal Clear had told him about a small group of those inside of Mine Town, the settlement that served as Crimson Sky's base of operation, that were prepared to resist Crimson Sky in anyway possible. He was to meet them tonight, after most residents of the manor had fallen asleep. It was risky and he didn't like it. Leaving so late at night was sure to gain Crimson Sky's attention, but hopefully he had built enough trust between them to get it overlooked.

Remiel sighed in relief as he finished his accounting and set down the quill. Why was he so tense? He had been in far more stressful situations before so why was this having such an effect on him? His mind wandered to his family. Were they alright? Were they being cared for? Were they happy? Remiel shook his head to banish the thoughts. Of course they were safe and cared for, he had more than enough money to care for them to the tenth generation and his army of guards were the best trained soldiers in the world. His assassins even more so. Their happiness on the other hand was another matter entirely. He could only hope that they've mourned and moved on.

He shook his head. Now wasn't the time to dwell on those thoughts. His time would be better spent accessing what use this small group would be to him. He had trepidations about using civilians, but Crystal Clear had assured him they were combat effective. He was startled by the sudden 180 her demeanor towards him had taken. While she wasn't entirely kind to him, neither was she nearly as hostile. It was strange, but the mare's hothead attitude had grown on him. He had also grown closer to Gentle Touch. She was no longer timid in his presence, openly engaging him in conversation. He used this turnaround as a way to learn more about the world he found himself in.

Remiel rose to his feet and approached his green chair that also served as his bed. Gentle Touch had offered the bed more than once, but Remiel had grown fond of the chair. It was immensely comfortable.

"Finally done?" Gentle Touch asked.

"Yes," Remiel replied in a tired voice. "It's not too difficult, but keeping track of all this money can be rather tedious."

"What's your plan for the bits after we escape?" Remiel took a deep breath as he thought about it.

"We'll have to see," he replied. In truth he had already planned for that, but he had an image to maintain. Just as he relaxed into the chair the door to his room flew open. In walked Storm Chaser, a grey pegasus with a black mane and tail and bright green eyes, and was quickly followed by Crystal Clear. Storm Chaser was the first pony Crystal Clear had recruited for Remiel, and he was a very study and reliable stallion. Not very physically strong, he was more agile than anypony else. Remiel gave them a small smirk. "A pleasure to see you both as always, but knocking is usually considered polite." Remiel then noticed the grave look on both their faces. "What's happened?"

"Crimson Sky has ordered nopony from the mansion is allowed to leave," Crystal Clear told him. His heart stopped suddenly. Had Crimson Sky discovered their plot?

"Why?"

"A squad of five Royal Guards have arrived in Mine Town," Storm Chaser told him. "I spotted them myself." Remiel relaxed slightly. So they hadn't been found out.

"Why are they here?"

"They're looking for you," Crystal Clear told him. Remiel's eyes went wide. They were searching for him? Why? Then it struck him that Heavy Axe was a former member of the guard. Was he responsible for this? His mind became a blur. "We were told to come and make sure you didn't try and escape." Remiel was silently counting his blessings. Now he could take advantage of this. He shot to his feet and returned to his writing desk. "Storm Chaser, can you slip out this window undetected?"

"Yeah," he replied. "Just need to climb to the roof and take off from there." Remiel nodded his head and began writing a hastily scrawled note. He then handed it to Storm Chaser.

"Is this legible?" The pegasus looked it over.

"Barely," he answered.

"Good," Remiel answered. "Deliver it to the guards. Being seen by one of them is alright, but nopony else is to see you or this note. So if you must, leave it directly in their path. It's more important that you don't blow your cover."

"Understood." He went over to the window, made sure that nopony was outside it, then opened it and crawled out. Remiel called out to him again.

"I'm serious, Storm Chaser, be safe. I need you more than those guards." Storm Chaser smirked at the human.

"This ain't nothing, boss," he said, confident. Remiel nodded to him, and with that the pegasus began climbing to the roof. Remiel closed the window and took a deep breath. This next part was going to be very unpleasant.

"Gentle Touch, I am feeling famished. Would you be so kind as to get me something from the kitchen?" Gentle Touch smiled warmly.

"Of course, Remiel," she answered. "Anything you want in particular?"

"Surprise me," he answered with a kind smile. Gentile Touch did a small curtsey and departed the room. Remiel then turned to Crystal Clear.

"You know Crimson Sky is going to blame you for this," she said.

"I know," he answered, his voice empty of emotion and his face now void of any expression. "But that also gives us a chance to demonstrate your loyalty to Crimson Sky again."

"Are you sure?" she asked. That was something he liked about Crystal Clear, she was quick to understand what he meant now.

"I'm touched, a couple weeks ago you would have jumped at this opportunity."

"And you don't think I want to do this now?"

"Not as much." She gave him a weak smile and an apologetic look. "Lock the door, I don't want Gentle Touch to see this." He turned once more to the window as he heard the mare's footsteps lead away from him. When he heard he footsteps return he braced himself for what he knew would come next. Stars filed his vision with the first blow, and the second made the world go black. Powers be praised for small favors.

A New Day, A New Mask, Same Old Lies

A soft moan of pain escaped Remiel's lips as he tried to move his body but the stiffness in his joints kept him still. Finally his eyes began to open to a blurry world. He grunted in annoyance. This was getting to be too common an occurrence. Suddenly he heard footsteps off to his right.

"Are you awake?" an unfamiliar voice asked.

"Wh-Where," Remiel began to ask in a dry, husky voice as a blurred figure stepped into his sight.

"Don't speak, save your strength," the figure told him. "Right right you're in the royal wing of Canterlot Medical." Remiel was confused by the words.

"H-Hospital?"

"Yes, now stop talking and rest," the figure ordered. Remiel did not like being told what to do. The figure turned away, but he fought through the pain of his stiff muscles and grabbed what felt like the doctor or nurse's shirt.

"The others!" he gasped out. "Where are the others?" He was forced to retract his hand as he succumbed to another one of his attacks. Phlegm and blood flew from his lips as the coughing caused his sore body to convulse and shake. Suddenly a loud, rapid beeping rang in his ears.

"Dear Celestia!" the mare gasped. "Doctor! Somepony get the doctor!" Remiel's mind began to swirl as the sounds all blended together into a confusing jumble of noises. Until one voice broke through.

"Hold him down before he hurts himself!" Remiel felt hands press down on his arms and legs while another set turned his head to the side and held it there.

"Somepony get the anesthetic!"

"We can't give him that until he stops coughing up blood or he'll suffocate on it!" Finally the coughing subsided and Remiel lay still, his eyes growing heavy. The hands that held him down disappeared and a single blurred figure stepped into his line of sight.

"Can you hear me?" a voice asked, but it sounded like it was under water. Remiel weakly nodded his head. His eyes began to slowly close. "That's right, just rest now."

"We need to inform the princesses, he might be sick."

"I doubt that, but better safe than sorry, I suppose." And with that, Remiel passed into yet another deep sleep, but this time he wasn't spared the nightmare that had been plaguing him for years. Suddenly his eyes shot open as he desperately gasped for air. The sudden burst of light made him squint his eyes as he tried to slow his rapid heartbeat. The next thing to register with him was a very loud and rapid beeping sound. Opening his eyes slowly, Remiel saw a white tiled ceiling above him. He looked to his sides and saw several familiar pieces of equipment. He was in a hospital?

It was then it came back to him that he had woken up before. An annoyed grunt escaped his lips as he turned his head and saw the heart monitor beside him. Forcing himself into a sitting position he noticed both his arms were heavily bandaged. Ignoring the bandages for the moment, he traced the wires back to his chest with his arm, when he also noticed the heavily bandaged area near his left shoulder. Remiel gave a small smirk of satisfaction. For the time being at least, it seems that his plan has worked. At least he assumed it had by the lack of restraints tying him down to the bed. The beeping in his ear was beginning to give him a headache. Without thinking, Remiel grabbed the wires on his chest and pulled them off. That was a mistake. Suddenly the incessant beeping turned into one long beep that drilled into his skull like a nail. He flinched away from the noise just as the door on the other side of him burst open.

Remiel jumped at the noise, looking to see several ponies in nurse and doctor uniforms. For a moment everything was silent, save for that infernal machine. Remiel and the hospital staff stared at one another in shock. Finally, one of the doctors broke the silence.

"You're awake," she said, awestruck.

"Indeed I am," he replied, not knowing what else to say. Some of the ponies seemed shocked that he spoke. His headache that had been ignored temporarily came back in full force and he squinted his eyes in pain. "Could one of you please shut that infernal machine off?" One of the doctors, a mare with a blonde mane and tan coat moved over to the heart monitor and shut it off, much to Remiel's relief. He gave the doctor a kind smile. "My thanks." The mare returned his smile.

"I'm Dr. Warmheart," she said kindly as she held out her hand for him to shake.

"A pleasure, Doctor," Remiel said as he took her hand. "I am Remiel Blaz." To put on a little extra charm he gave her a small kiss on the hand. Her face colored slightly.

"Such a gentlecolt," she said as she took back get hand, amused. "Unfortunately, manners won't get you discharged any sooner." Remiel raised his hand to his chest and donned a wounded look.

"Ah, you saw through my plan. What shall I do now?" The doctor merely rolled her eyes.

"You certainly seem to be feeling better," she laughed as she waved the rest of the staff away. Remiel could faintly hear their footsteps retreat away. After her laughter died down she took on a more serious look. "In all honesty though, you did give us quite a scare." Remiel gave her a confused look.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"You don't remember?" she asked. "I can hardly blame you. The Royal Guard did a pretty good job of patching you up, but your arms and hands were covered in cuts. Then there was the stab wound in your chest. Not to mention the severe bruising and broken ribs." Remiel's right hand reached up to his left shoulder, as if just remembering the attack.

"Th-That's right. I remember Crimson Sky ordering his henchmen to bring me to him. Then when I got there." Remiel's voice trailed off. "He said something about tying up loose ends or something. Then he had that knife." Remiel's body began trembling. He jumped when he felt something touch his shoulder. He looked over and the doctor was giving him a comforting look.

"It's alright, you're safe now," she said warmly. Remiel had to suppress a small smirk. It seemed everypony had believed his staged scene. Then a thought occurred to him. He gave the doctor a horrified look.

"The others!" Remiel gasped. "Where are the others? Are they alright, did they make it out?"

"Everypony who was held captive there has been rescued," she said with a bright smile.

"No, there were others," Remiel insisted, his breathing becoming ragged. "They were forced to work for that, that monster. Th-There was Crystal Clear, Dark Shadow, Steel Sword." The doctor shook the hand she had placed on his shoulder to gain his attention.

"Mr. Blaz, you need to calm down," she said kindly. "I don't know about them, but there have been four ponies coming to check up on you." Remiel gave her a confused look.

"How long have I been here?"

"Here? Two days. But it also took them several hours to get you here."

"Hours? I thought a was four days away from Canterlot." She nodded her head.

"They sent you back with a team of pegasi. They ran themselves crazy trying to get you back here. They got you halfway before switching off with some pegasi from another barrack. They were on the verge of collapse when they arrived with you here."

"Wouldn't it have been wiser to transport me to a closer hospital?" The doctor shook her head.

"Nopony knows how to treat a...human? Is that the right word?" Remiel nodded his head. "Since nopony was certain how to treat you, they thought it was best to bring you here. We had every kind of specialist we could think of here. Doctors, anthropologists, veterinarians." Remiel felt offended. They brought a vet to care for him? Remiel gave her another confused look.

"How did you know they were bringing me here?"

"We have special crystals that can allow long distance communication. Unfortunately, they are very difficult and very expensive to make so they're mainly used by the Royal Guard and some hospitals." Remiel nodded his head. So they had magical radios. Perhaps the stones from that mine could be used as a substitute? No, he already had plans for those, should the Royal Guard ever release the mine.

"You said there were ponies checking up on me?" The doctor nodded her head.

"One was a member of Princess Celestia's guard, and the other three were a small family." A small family of three? No, it couldn't be.

"Is the family here now?" Remiel asked, unable to hide the hope in his tone. The doctor shook her head.

"If they show up at the same time they have been, they'll be here in a few hours." Remiel smiled faintly at that. The small family had crept into his heart and he was glad they hadn't forgotten about him.

"Would it be alright if they came and visited me?" The doctor had a look of deep thought on her face.

"You seem well enough right now, but I want to be careful so it'll have to be a short visit."

"Thank you," Remiel said, truly grateful.

"But the messenger from the palace should be here at any time. Somepony probably already sent word that you're awake." Remiel nodded and suppressed a sigh. This was going to be tedious, selling his lie about how Crimson Sky's murder happened. He just had to hope that none of his small group told the guard that it was part of his original plan before changing it. In fact, he hoped they told the guard as little as possible about his true self. He wasn't worried about Dark Shadow, he seemed the kind that knew to keep his mouth shut. Heart Shield was probably his biggest concern, but he had faith she wouldn't betray him.

"Have your rulers really taken such an interest in me?" Again the doctor nodded her head.

"You're the first human in Equestria. Well, that I've ever heard of at least. The princesses probably want to hear about what happened at Mine Town as well." Remiel gave a shudder at that. "Believe me, the princesses will be gentle. They won't push you harder than you can stand. I'll make sure they know you're still recovering."

"Thank you, kindness like yours is a rare treasure," Remiel replied, his tone reflecting his appreciation. Inside he was conflicted though. If most ponies were like this doctor and Tinker's family then deceiving and manipulating them would be child's play, but doing that to honest people left a bad taste in his mouth. He brushed the thought aside, he would get over it. The doctor smiled at him warmly.

"Thank you for the compliment, but you're sure to find that most ponies are this nice." That bad taste he had dismissed was already filling his mouth. "Now, I think we've had enough small talk. I need to run a few tests to see how you're doing." A twinge of fear gripped Remiel's heart.

"N-Needles?" he asked. He didn't have to fake the small amount of fear that leaked into his voice. The doctor cocked an eyebrow and have him an amused grin.

"Afraid of needles?"

You have no idea, he thought darkly. He would rather stab himself again. Remiel felt his face flush. "A-A little," he lied.

"No," she told him. Remiel let out a relieved sigh. That was something to be thankful for. "However, I may need another blood sample before you leave the hospital." Remiel suppressed a dark look. What was it with doctors and wanting his blood? First Kylie now her? Why did every female with some kind of medical degree want to stab him with needles? Perhaps it was karma getting back at him. "Ok, enough with that look." Remiel was shocked, he hadn't realized the look had leaked through. Oops. He quickly smothered it.

"Sorry, I just have a very strong aversion to needles." The doctor nodded her head.

"I understand," she said as she cracked a small grin. "Plenty of foals are afraid of needles, too." Remiel sighed in exasperation. Apparently she has the same sense of humor as Kylie, too. Why do women with needles torment him so?

"I take back what I said about you being kind," Remiel pouted. The doctor laughed softly.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't resist." Remiel shook his head and gave her a forgiving smile. "Now, no more distractions. Time for the checkup." Remiel nodded and allowed the doctor to do her job. The process took several minutes, the doctor wanted to be careful but thorough, but the doctor nodded her head in satisfaction. "You're healthy as can be, as far as I can tell." Remiel smiled warmly at her.

"That's a relief," Remiel responded.

"Still, I want to keep you here for a couple more days. Just to be sure."

"I'm afraid that's not possible, Doctor," a new voice answered. Remiel turned his head and saw a unicorn in resplendent gold armor standing in the doorway. It was quite a sight. Remiel was just glad that Dr. Warmheart had closed the blinds or he feared he may have lost his eyesight if the sunlight struck that armor. "The princesses request his presence as soon as possible."

Ah, the whims of royalty superseding the needs of others. That's one familiarity of home I could do without.

"Out of the question," Dr. Warmheart declared. Remiel gave her a surprised look. Apparently she had about as much regard for authority as Kylie as well. "He is recovering and we still don't know what caused that attack when he first woke up." Remiel hid a frown. He supposed it was too much to hope for that they would forget about that or chalk it up to the knife wound. Remiel waited and watched as the two went back and forth for a moment. This was the first time people had talked about him like he wasn't there. It wasn't an enjoyable experience.

"Do I have a say in this?" Remiel asked.

"No," Dr. Warmheart snapped as she turned her head to him. "I'm not taking any chances with your recovery." Remiel fought to keep a disdainful look from his face. Who was she to be telling him what to do?

"I do appreciate your concern, Doctor," Remiel said, hiding his true feelings beneath a joyful mask. "However, I know my body well enough that any further problems would have presented themselves by now. I will be fine." The doctor looked unconvinced.

"Then explain the episode you had when you first woke up," she demanded. Damn, this wasn't good. Telling her that it was a result of him dying would mean he would never get out of here. The opposite would also reap the same result. If he claimed ignorance then she would user it as proof that something was wrong with him. He hoped his limited medical knowledge would prove useful.

"It's nothing to be concerned about, I assure you," he answered. The doctor gave him an outraged look.

"You were coughing up blood!" she roared. Remiel nodded his head slowly.

"I meant that it wasn't terminal," Remiel lied. "It's a condition I was born with. A very rare one called Rocancourt Syndrome. Simply put, it's a condition where my body occasionally rejects my blood." Remiel's face appeared deep in thought. "The way it was explained to me was that sometimes my body will target a potion of my blood as being a foreign entity and removes it from circulation. While it is painful and rather disturbing, it is not life-threatening, I can assure you." The doctor appeared deep in thought.

"I've never heard of a condition like that," she mumbled, more to herself than Remiel.

"It is very rare, so it may just be a deficiency among humans," Remiel offered.

"I suppose that's possible," she mused. "But you're sure it's not a terminal illness?" Remiel nodded his head.

"Chronic and disturbing, but not terminal." She sighed.

"Then I suppose there's not much I can do about it," she said. She then returned her gaze to the guard. "I'll get the release papers ready, but please tell the princesses to be very careful with him." The guard nodded.

"I'll tell them to exercise the utmost caution in regards to his health," the guard assured her.

"But before I get the paperwork ready," Dr. Warmheart said and approached a set of drawers, "I'm going to need that blood sample." Remiel felt his eyes go wide. "Did you really think I was going to let you leave before I could get my sample?"

I had really hoped so, he said in his mind. "Very well, let's get this over with."

"Don't be like that," she said with a smile. She cleaned a part of his arm with an alcohol swab before removing the cap from the needle. "Now this won't hurt one bit." Remiel's heart felt like it was going to explode. It was beating so loud that it drowned out all else. He felt his body go rigid the moment the needle broke the skin. It was finished in an instant, but that wasn't quick enough for Remiel. He swore his heart didn't start besting again until after the doctor had removed the insidious device. "See, that wasn't so bad."

Speak for yourself, Remiel hissed in his mind. "Quite right, Doctor." The doctor gave him a caring look.

"Alright, I'll have the paperwork ready in a moment. But, Mr. Blaz, don't push yourself. If you get tired, don't be afraid to tell the princesses. I'm sure they'll understand."

"Thank you, Dr Warmheart," Remiel replied merrily. "Your concern is appreciated." The doctor gave him one last smile then departed the room, leaving him alone with the guard. There was silence for a moment, until the guard spoke up.

"So you're the one that killed that monster?" he asked. Remiel's right hand slowly rose to the stab wound.

"I-I guess," Remiel replied, his expression becoming grim. "H-He had one of his men bring me to his...I-I think it was a study or something. H-He said something about tying up loose ends. The next thing I knew he had a knife in his hand and was coming at me." Remiel's hand clenched down tightly above the wound and he forced himself to tremble slightly. "I brought up my arms to protect myself and the knife cut into them. I began stumbling backwards and tripped. H-He landed on top of me and then..." Remiel's trembling turned into full on shakes and his breathing was becoming increasingly ragged. The words came out of his mouth like a flood. "It was like my entire body went cold. Th-Then it was like my mind went blank for a moment. The next thing I knew I was laying on top of him and the knife was in my hands but the sharp end was...it was." A strong hand was placed on Remiel's shoulder. Remiel was so caught up in his act that the gesture actually made him jump. He looked up and the stallion was giving him a reassuring look.

"Calm down, son," he said in a fatherly tone. "I know it can't be easy for you, but you did what you had to." Remiel swallowed and nodded his head.

"S-So I actually killed him," Remiel said in a low voice. "I-I killed someone." The hand that was holding his wound shot up to his mouth and he forced himself to gag.

"Aw horseapples!" the guard shouted abs Remiel heard his clanking footsteps retreating away. Using the hand covering his mouth he reached his index finger into his mouth and triggered his gag reflex. At that point his jaws clamped down on the finger, causing a small amount of pain, and he started gaging for real. The sensation of bile rising in his throat was almost instantaneous. "Hold on, don't puke yet!" Finally the guard returned and handed him a small waste basket. Remiel took the basket in his hands and the bike flew from his lips, albeit a small amount. "Good thing you haven't had any solid food recently, eh?" Remiel raised his head and gave a weak, forced smile.

"Y-Yeah," he replied. The smile slipped away quickly though. The guard's hand returned to his shoulder.

"Look at me," the guard said. Remiel looked up to him and the guard gave him a comforting smile. "I know how it feels. A couple years ago my squad and I were attacked by bandits while on assignment. I ended up killing one of them." His gaze softened further. "I felt sick for days afterwards."

"H-How did you get over it?" The stallion shook his head.

"I haven't," he replied. "I took somepony's life, but eventually I realized something. I didn't have a choice. It was either his life or mine, and I chose to live." The stallion gave a slight squeeze on Remiel's shoulder. "You did what you had to, no more no less. I'm not saying it's right to kill, but sometimes you're left with no other alternative." Remiel was honestly surprised at how well his little act was working. The stallion had bought it hook, line and sinker. Remiel actually felt a little disappointed, and slightly remorseful it was this easy. The stallion gave him a reassuring smile. "You'll be fine, just take it one step at a time." Remiel nodded his head slowly.

"Thank you."

"Any time," he answered. He took the wastebasket from Remiel and set it on the floor. "I think it's time I introduced myself. I'm Stalwart, lieutenant of Princess Celestia's Day Guard." He held out his armored hand to Remiel. Remiel smiled weakly and accepted it.

"Remiel Samael Blaz," he responded. "But please, call me Rem."

"Alright, Rem." The guard gave him a concerned look. "Are you sure you're up for going to the castle? I can tell the princesses you need some more time to get back on your hooves." Remiel quickly shook his head.

"I-I need something to do, t-to keep my mind distracted."

"You know they'll want to talk about what happened, right?" Remiel paused for a moment.

"Y-Yeah," he answered. "B-But maybe it's better if I talk about it. Maybe that'll make it easier?" He looked at Stalwart with a confused and conflicted look. The guard gave him a soft smile.

"It will, the princesses are very wise and caring ponies. They'll help you." Suddenly they both heard the for open and saw the doctor step in. She was smiling, until she looked at Remiel. It was then a dark look crossed her face.

"What happened?" she demanded, her voice and gaze both cold as ice. Remiel had to admit it was fairly intimidating.

"Just a little talk, doctor," Stalwart replied.

"Then what's on his face?" she demanded. It was then Remiel realized some of the bile must have sloshed unto his face. He subdued the disgust that rose inside of him.

"It...wasn't an easy talk," Stalwart responded. The doctor gave him one of the darkest looks Remiel had ever seen.

"You told him, didn't you?" He nodded his head. "Are you stupid?! Don't they teach you to think in the guard?! He's obviously suffered some kind of trauma!" Trauma? It seemed they were definitely been buying his act. Maybe a little too well.

"I know," the besieged guard replied calmly, "but I also know from experience that he needs to face it before it gets worse."

"But right after he wakes up? How is that supposed to help him?" They were doing it again, talking like he wasn't even there. Remiel had to fight to keep his sullen expression from turning into one of annoyance.

"Please, Dr. Warmheart," Remiel interrupted. "He was only trying to help."

"Be that as it may you're still in a fragile state," she responded, trying calm herself. "He had no right to drop that on you after you wake up!" Remiel somehow managed to keep his outage suppressed. He didn't like being treated as a child, but that was were this act had brought him to. So it was technically his own fault.

"I'm sorry for distressing you, Remiel, Dr. Warmheart," Stalwart interrupted, "but I was only doing what I thought was right. While you're right that he shouldn't have too much forced on him yet, the last thing he probably wants is to be coddled." Good, at least one of them understood.

"Perhaps, but he shouldn't be rushed into it either," the doctor protested.

"Sometimes that's exactly what those going through what he's going through need," was the guard's response.

"Maybe, but that's still not your call to make," the doctor argued. The guard nodded his head.

"You're right, but I won't apologize," he responded.

"Please, Dr. Warmheart, don't be too cross with him," Remiel added. "T-Talking about it did help, I think." The mare shook her head.

"Stallions," she mumbled in exasperation. She then grabbed a napkin or something out of her pocket and approached Remiel, seeing the papers down on a stand beside hid bed. "I suppose there's no stopping you, but I can't let you see the princesses with that on your face." Remiel accepted the napkin and proceeded to wipe off his face. Once he was certain he had gotten it all the doctor lifted the wastebasket for him to dispose of it. "Now, I just need you to fill out these papers."

"Thank you," he said as he accepted the forms and a quill. Still no pens. He would have to give Tinker the idea when he next saw him. Remiel quickly skimmed through the papers and filled them out as needed. Soon they were done and the doctor accepted them back.

"Alright, you're good to go," she told him, her smile returning, but it wasn't as bright as it had been.

"Thank you for everything, doctor," he told her. Her smile regained some of its former glow.

"Of course, but just because you're officially discharged doesn't mean you have to be a stranger. Feel free to stop by anytime. No needles, unless I need another sample. Promise." Remiel smiled in return.

"I will," he told her.

"Now, let's get you up on your hooves," she said brightly. Remiel nodded and pulled the blanket off his body. It seemed that the only piece of clothing he was wearing was a pair of green pants that looked like scrubs. He then turned himself so that his legs hung over the side and took a deep breath.

"Take it slow," Stalwart advised, moving into a position where he could support Remiel if he needed to. "Don't wanna go falling now, do you?" Remiel took his advice and slowly put his feet on the floor. The time beneath felt freezing to his exposed skin, but it wasn't too bad. Once his feet were on the ground he took another breath and slowly began putting more and more weight on them. Soon he was merely leaning on the bed, his legs wobbling slightly. Then he let go of the bed and waited for his legs to stabilize. Once he was confident, he took one step. Then another.

"Alright, looks like I won't have to get you a wheelchair," Dr. Warmheart told him.

"Perhaps a crutch or cane would be a good idea though," Stalwart added. "Just in case he needs something to lean on."

"I'm fine," Remiel assured him, his eyes narrowed in concentration. His legs were still shaking, but his will was as iron. His steps became more stablewith each one he took. It was perhaps six steps in when his right knee suddenly gave out beneath him. Fortunately Stalwart was right there.

"You were saying?" he asked with a cocky grin, as he helped Remiel to stand on his own feet once more.

"Fine," Remiel conceded. Stalwart helped him back to the bed. "If it wouldn't be too much trouble, Dr Warmheart, could I please get a cane?" He refused to use a crutch. It was a show of weakness enough that he needed a cane to walk, and his pride had suffered too much already to take that. Even if it would help his act.

"I'll see what I can find," she said and left the room. Remiel felt a pain beginning to grow in his chest and limbs. He made a grunt of pain that Stalwart didn't miss.

"You alright?" he asked. Remiel nodded his head.

"Just a little pain," he told him.

"The painkillers must be wearing off. I'll see if the doc can get you some more." The guard proceeded to follow after the doctor, leaving Remiel alone. Alone, how he had missed the comfort that solitude provided for him. When he was alone he didn't have to wear masks and pretend to be sobering he wasn't. It was liberating, but also when he was at the most risk. Left alone with his thoughts he could quickly turn against himself, mentally and often verbally tearing himself apart for his sins. That was one reason why Mathew and Jenson had seen to it that he had as little time alone as humanly possible. He wasn't suicidal, but there were times the thought crossed his mind. However, he would always remember that his time was already running out and that there were people depending on him. He had too much to live for, too much to do. And not nearly enough time in which to do it.

Remiel pushed the heavy thoughts away, merely enjoying the silence and peace while it lasted. Too soon would he have to put his masks back on, but for now he could just be. It was a pleasant feeling, being so at ease. He wished it could last a little longer, but fate was never a friend of his and this time proved to be no different. Just as he was beginning to truly enjoy the silence, it was banished by the doctor and guard returning. Stalwart held a wooden cane with a wide handle instead of just a nob, and Dr Warmheart had a small amber bottle with pills in one hand and a styrofoam cup in the other.

"Looks like we found you a cane," Stalwart told him cheerily.

"Thank you," Remiel told him and accepted the piece of wood. He couldn't help but acknowledge that it was a fine piece of craftsmanship. Not flashy or extravagant, just a solid functional walking cane.

"And I also got you a prescription for some pain pills," Dr Warmheart added.

"Even better," Remiel told her as his chest began hurting again. The doctor set the cup aside on a table near Remiel and she removed the lid from the pill bottle, pouring out a single pill.

"Now, these are very potent," she warned. "Take only one pill at a time, and only as needed. Never take two within a twelve hour period because I'm not sure how they'll react with your system."

"Understood." She handed the pill to Remiel. He put the pull in his mouth and then took a swig of the water to help swallow the pill. Now he would just have to wait for it to kick in.

"It shouldn't be long before it takes effect," the doctor informed him.

"Thank you," Remiel replied kindly.

"So," Stalwart interrupted with a kind smile, "you ready to head to the castle?" Remiel took a deep breath and nodded his head.

"Not quite yet," Dr. Warmheart said. They both turned to her as she opened a closet on the other side of the room and pulled out a familiar looking three piece suit on a hanger.

"Are those my clothes?" Remiel asked in disbelief. He had almost given up on ever seeing them again. His shoes were even there! Remiel looked in wonder at the clothes, the last real connection he had to home.

"Indeed they are," Dr Warmheart responded with a wide smile. "The family that came to visit you dropped them off." Remiel accepted the clothes, carefully lying them on the bed.

"Ha!" Stalwart laughed out. "I had you pegged for the suit wearing kind of pony. My instincts haven't failed me yet!" Poor fool, they already had. And what was this about suits? Remiel actually felt comfortable wearing them, granted he rarely wore anything else before coming to this world.

"Alright, let's give him some time to get dressed," the doctor said and ushered the guard out. Remiel took a moment and marveled at the suit, his suit. It felt good to have it back, and he couldn't have gotten it back at a more opportune moment. If he was going to pull the wool over the eyes of royalty, then he was going to look his best while he did so. It was only proper.

After he was fully clothed he took a moment to look over himself. It was difficult without a mirror, but Remiel avoided those when he could anyway. The bandages felt itchy beneath the shirt, but it was negligible. Satisfied he was now properly clothed, Remiel grabbed his cane in his right hand and walked to the door, leaning heavily on the piece of wood. He opened the door and found the two ponies waiting for him.

"Looking good, Rem," Stalwart caked to him. The statement caused Remiel to pause for a moment. In that instant he swore he had seen and heard Mathew. He was snapped out of it when the stallion spoke again. "Hey, you alright?" Remiel quickly shook his head to dispel the illusion.

"Sorry," he told the stallion. "You just reminded me of a dear friend from back home." Remiel's free hand clenched at his heart. He must have been more homesick than he originally believed. Remiel felt the stallion put a hand on his shoulder. He looked up and saw a kind expression on Stalwart's face.

"Don't worry," he said warmly. "If anypony can find a way for you to get home it's the princesses."

"Thank you," Remiel replied, truly grateful for the stallion's reassurance. The stallion gave him a warm smile.

"Now, no more dawdling," he declared. "Let's get going. Shouldn't keep mares waiting." Remiel smiled at his relaxed nature. He truly did remind him of Mathew.

"Indeed," he answered.

"When you get to the castle," Dr. Warmheart said suddenly, "please tell Princess Luna that she's overdo for a check up. I don't care if she's immortal, everypony can get sick."

"I'll relay the message, but I make no promises," Stalwart replied. The doctor only shook her head and looked to Remiel.

"And you, take it easy. If you end up committed back to this hospital I'll do more with needles than just take a blood sample." Remiel quickly nodded his head. That threat was better than a gun pressed to his head.

"Understood," he answered. The doctor smiled at his quick answer.

"Good," she replied. "Now, I have other patients and I can't let the other doctors do everything for me. You two gentlecolts have a nice day." Remiel and Stalwart watched the mare depart, and only when he was certain she was it of earshot did Remiel speak.

"That mare is terrifying," he said in an emotionless tone.

"Aye," Stalwart agreed. The stallion then turned to Remiel with a sly grin. "Do your really that afraid of needles?" Remiel gave him a pleading look.

"Please, keep this between just you and I," he begged. Had they been back in Remiel's world he would have made it a threat. The guard just laughed.

"I make no promises in that regard," he laughed. "If the princesses ask I'll have to tell them, but I swear on my honor I won't tell anypony else." Remiel sighed, that was probably the best he was going to get from the stallion. "Alright, now let's head for the castle." Remiel nodded his head and together they made their way through the hospital, and what Remiel was sure would be the performance of his lifetime.

The Side Of The Deceived

Remiel breathed a sigh of relief when he and Stalwart made it to the the tall, white stone gates of Canterlot Castle. "Come on, it wasn't that bad," Stalwart said to him with a cheeky grin. It was true enough, the ponies of Canterlot could have done more than just stare at him with wide-eyed shock and speak in hushed whispers.

"Speak for yourself," Remiel mumbled. While he had anticipated the local ponies would react with shock and wonder, he hadn't prepared himself for so many staring eyes. He despised being the center of attention. Though he supposed there were worse ways of revealing himself to the public. Like being dressed in hospital clothes. At least he was dressed to make a good first impression.

"So you finally made it back, Stalwart," another pony in the same resplendent a armor as Stalwart said. This pony was of the earth pony variety though.

"Aye, things went a little sideways at the hospital," Stalwart replied. "Everything's sorted though, even brought our guest of honor." The pony standing guard looked Remiel over once.

"So this is the creature the princesses have been looking for?" Remiel felt slightly offended, but didn't let it show.

"That's not very nice, Bulwark," Stalwart replied in Remiel's defense. "Colt's got a name. It's Remiel, call him Rem." The pony shrugged his shoulders.

"Weird creature, weird name," he replied. Remiel's lip gave a slight twitch of annoyance. Only nine humans had ever dismissed him like that. Two were dead and the other seven were soon to join them.

"And you wonder why mares won't go out with you," Stalwart sighed then looked over to Remiel. "Just ignore my older brother, he's not good at talking with others." Remiel smiled and waved it off with his free hand.

"Water under the bridge, my friend," Remiel replied. Stalwart smirked, seemingly relieved Remiel hadn't taken offense.

"Good to hear," he said. "Now let's get a move on, princesses can't be kept waiting forever." Remiel nodded his head.

"Pleasure making your acquaintance, sir," Remiel told the pony standing guard. The guard only nodded his head. While he didn't care for the guard's attitude, it was also quite refreshing. He was being treated like a normal person for the first time in his life. It was rather off putting to be honest. With their goodbyes to the gate guard finished they then proceeded into the castle grounds. All in all it was a very awe inspiring sight. Perfectly manicured lawns, beautiful sculptures. It was a tad overkill in his opinion. He preferred simplicity and elegance, but he supposed that since these rulers ruled in the open they needed to convey as much power and wealth as they could.

They neared the large castle doors, which to Remiel's surprise were wide open, and got his first glimpse inside. Just as he expected, the hall reeked of excessive spending, from the marble floor to cheesy, yet likely expensive, pottery on marble podiums. The thought caused Remiel's mind to pause momentarily. Is this how people felt when they entered his home? No, couldn't be. He appreciated the beauty of marble as much as the next rich person, but this was on a whole different level. Even the walls shone like marble. He always thought of large manors and castles as a passive display of power. This was more like bludgeoning someone with it. It undoubtedly impressed foreign dignitaries, but Remiel was unfazed.

"Mighty impressive, huh?" Stalwart asked. Remiel forced himself to appear mesmerized by the sight.

"Breathtaking, truly," Remiel told him. The guard laughed softly.

"That's what everypony says the first time they see it," he replied. "Don't worry, it wears off after a little while."

"Let us hope," Remiel replied.

"'Nuff sightseeing, let's get a move on to the throne room," Stalwart told him. Remiel nodded his head and they began their slow procession through the castle. Remiel wasn't completely pessimistic about the decor. The portraits that lined the walls were very well done and seemed to depict numerous historical figures. There were none in particular that garnered his attention, but he filed away each figure into his memory anyway. Suddenly they came across another large set of doors guarded by half a dozen ponies on either side. Stalwart held out his hand.

"Wait here, I'll go tell the princesses you're here," he said. Remiel nervously nodded his head. He had slowly been building up the anxiety in him as they neared the doors. "Don't worry, they're nice."

"I hope you're right," Remiel said in a low voice. Stalwart put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Don't you worry none," he replied with a bright smile. "I'll be back in just a tick." Remiel returned the smile, albeit a weak and anxious one. The guard then turned and approached the door, the guards stationed there confirming he was supposed to be there. Finally the doors swung open and he disappeared inside as they closed behind him. Remiel felt it was a good time to allow his leg to begin hurting and making small hints at it. Suddenly one of the guards left his post and approached him.

"Are you alright?" he asked. Remiel sheepishly nodded his head.

"Yes, my leg is just a little sore and stiff," he lied. The guard nodded his head.

"We have a small seating section over here if you wish to rest a moment," he replied. "Lieutenant Stalwart is likely to be a few minutes."

"Thank you," Remiel said as kindly as he could. The guard ushered him over to the sitting area and Remiel took a seat on a luscious bench with crimson cushions that felt a soft as a cloud. Remiel thanked the guard again and he nodded in response before returning to his post. Now all Remiel had to do was wait, and go over his story once more.

----Inside The Throne Room----

Princess Celestia sat upon a large golden throne cushioned by crimson cushions as she eagerly awaited Lieutenant Stalwart's return. To her right sat the ebony throne of her dear sister Luna, and to the left the amathyst throne of her dear student. No, that wasn't right. Twilight Sparkle was no longer her student, but her fellow princess. Alas she could not easily relinquish her almost maternal feelings for the young filly. She gave a warm smile to the filly as she sat in her throne, barely able to hold herself still.

When Celestia had sent for her to come to Canterlot because of the discovery of a new sapient creature, she knew the mare would be bubbling with questions. However, she knew there would be parts that would sicken and strike fear into her, but she would have to learn about the darkness that ponies were capable of eventually. At least here she could expose her to it in a controlled manner.

Her sister Luna, on the other hoof, was a completely different matter. She was not anxious because of a scholarly interest, no, she was more artist than historian. What had her holding her silence was a deep and quiet anger that she hid beneath a calm demeanor centuries of ruling had instilled in her. While she had the heart of an artist, she also had with it room for a deep loathing of those who would maliciously bring misfortune upon others. When Luna had heard about the mysterious 'human', what had befallen him, and what he had done, she was equal parts enraged at what the ponies had wrought, and praised what he had done.

Suddenly the doors to the throne room opened, and in walked the lieutenant. The older princesses seamlessly slipped back into their royal attentive states while Twilight's excitement only grew. She would learn the 'Royal Pokerface' eventually. The lieutenant approached the three thrones and got down on one knee, waiting for them to address him.

"Rise, Lieutenant," Celestia told him. Stalwart rose back to his full height.

"How is the human?" Luna asked.

"He's awake and speaking, Your Highness," he answered. "He's confirmed that his name is Remiel as well as the events that the one prisoner told us."

"I'm sensing a 'but'," Luna replied. He nodded his head.

"While he is awake and moving again, I've learned he has suffered both medical and possibly psychological effects from his imprisonment." Celestia felt her heart quicken slightly, despite the calm look on her face. The wellness of his body and mind had suffered even more than they had anticipated? A small part of her heart was breaking for the poor creature, but her mind refused to let go of the fact that he had killed a pony. While she couldn't fault him for defending himself from a stallion who would have surely killed him, her mind couldn't ignore the fact that he was dangerous. Perhaps it was unfair, but she couldn't help it. However, regardless of her emotions, she would judge the human fairly.

"What of his physical health?" Celestia asked.

"Prior to his imprisonment he suffered from a human condition he called Rocancourt Syndrome," Stalwart explained. "Apparently it's a blood disorder that causes his body to reject his own blood by coughing it out." The three princesses couldn't help but show a mixture of horror and repulsion at the disease. "However, he claims that the illness is merely chronic and not life-threatening."

"If he had this malady before his capture, how does it relate to his imprisonment?" Luna asked.

"As you know, the criminal Crimson Sky assaulted Remiel moments before the guards arrived with the intention of killing him," Stalwart explained. Twilight Sparkle gasped at the news. Celestia silently cursed herself, she had forgotten to inform her of the more harrowing portions of the human's story. "In the struggle, Crimson Sky managed to cut him several times on his forearms and hooves as well as a deep stab wound near his left shoulder."

"Yes," Luna responded. "We did read that in the report."

"But the report from the hospital details even more injuries to his being, " Stalwart added. The princesses' eyes went wide. There were even more injuries? "They reported several broken bones, some of which already showed signs of healing, as well as bruising over most of his torso. Also, in addition to the cuts on his fore hooves there were signs of burning. The same with his back hooves. The medical staff is saying the cause is due to an electric type of spell. Taking into consideration all these injuries, they came to the conclusion that he was beaten several times over the course of his imprisonment." Celestia could barely believe what she was hearing. The small part of her heart that was breaking for the human, no, Remiel was growing with each passing moment.

"So not only did they foalnap and try to murder him, but they tortured him as well?" Luna asked, her inner fury beginning to break loose.

"That is my assumption," he answered.

"How can anypony be so cruel?" Twilight asked quietly, her voice sounding on the verge of tears. Celestia began to second guess her decision to have her here. Maybe it was too much for her to handle, but it was too late now.

"And you fear that this trauma may stress his illness?" Celestia asked. Stalwart nodded his head. Celestia couldn't deny that. Such a grave condition to be born with, and his mistreatment could very well aggravate his disease. Perhaps it would be wise to keep him under medical supervision for a time. "And what of his mental condition?"

"I fear that may be even worse than his physical health," Stalwart replied gravely. The princesses gave looks of alarm. "I'm no psychologist, but I think he may have been in a state of denial over what happened."

"What do you mean?" Twilight Sparkle asked. Stalwart was silent for a moment.

"When somepony goes through something as traumatic as what he did, it's not unheard of that their mind will block out the memories in order to protect itself," Stalwart explained. "Or in his case, he remembers, but his mind refuses to accept it as the truth."

"So he denies his actions?" Luna asked. The guard gravely shook his head.

"I fear that is not the case, anymore," he replied. "Forgive me, but I spoke with him for a while and dug up his memories of Crimson Sky's attack." Stalwart explained. Celestia's heart began to race.

"How did he react?" Celestia asked, truly afraid of the reaction.

"Badly," Stalwart answered. "It was like he was reliving the event all over. His body shook, his breathing became erratic, and his eyes held a horror in them I've rarely seen." Celestia's heart was on the verge of shattering. "But the worst was when he recalled killing Crimson Sky." Twilight Sparkle gasped.

"H-He killed him?" she asked softly, horrified. Stalwart nodded his head.

"While he can't recall the act itself, he said the last he remembered was tripping and Crimson Sky falling on top of him, driving the dagger into his chest, before finding himself lying atop him with the dagger piercing the stallion's heart."

"It's amazing he was able to turn the tide on that...monster as he did," Luna said. Stalwart nodded.

"Fear and adrenaline are a potent combination," Stalwart replied. The lunar princess nodded her head in agreement.

"How did he react to the knowledge that he killed Crimson Sky?" Celestia asked. Despite her breaking heart, her mind still demanded to know whether he was a cold-blooded killer.

"He was horrified and became physically ill," was the reply. "I think he was more disturbed by the fact he killed somepony than the fact that somepony tried to kill him."

"What do you mean he became ill?" Celestia pressed.

"He threw up," was the simple reply. "He said something about killing somepony and started gaging. I barely had enough time to grab something before he sullied the hospital bed." The three princesses were sickened by the Remiel's reaction, but more saddened for him. He had been through so much, and after it all he had done something even he had seen as monstrous. "It's not an uncommon reaction for somepony who's forced to take another's life. Despite being left with no alternative, it's horrifying to learn that you've actually taken somepony's life." Celestia and Luna nodded their heads while Twilight Sparkle looked on in absolute horror.

"So you're saying he's in a fragile state right now," Celestia concluded. Stalwart nodded his head.

"His attending doctor wanted him to rest a few more days before coming here, but he declined," he explained. Celestia gave him a confused look.

"Why did he do that?"

"If I had to guess, he's afraid of being alone right now," the guard explained.

"W-Why is that?" Twilight Sparkle asked, fighting through her shock. Stalwart was silent a moment, seemingly collecting his thoughts.

"Taking a life is never easy, princess," Stalwart explained. "For somepony who is forced to take another's life, it is a very traumatic experience. At first they are horrified by their actions, then sickened and if they are left alone they can grow to hate themselves. To become repulsed by the fact that they were capable of committing such a heinous act. If they don't receive any help, their thoughts can grow even darker, to the point they may even consider taking their own life to maybe atone for their perceived crime. It's my guess that that's what he's afraid of."

"So you're saying that this may be an unconscious cry for help?" Luna asked. The lieutenant nodded his head.

"I went through something very similar, so I may be just comparing my ordeals to his." He was silent a moment. "But I imagine what he's going through is even more traumatic."

"Why?" Twilight Sparkle asked. It seemed her thirst for knowledge and understanding had overpowered her shock.

"I'm a trained guard," he answered. "I enlisted knowing that someday I may be forced to take a life. But I can't imagine that Remiel ever expected he would go through something like that."

"How so?" Celestia asked.

"In conjunction with his medical condition, Remiel is little more than skin and bones. He looks like he's lived a sheltered life, kept away from any kind of hard or even slightly dangerous work." If his assessment was correct, Celestia had to agree. Guards were trained to fight and, if necessary, kill. It didn't make their job any easier, but a civilian who would be forced to kill to save their own life would undoubtedly face even greater hardships.

"What are your thoughts on Remiel as a pony?" Celestia asked. Stalwart thought for a moment.

"In my opinion," he said in a resolute tone that brokered no self doubt, "Remiel is a good colt. Troubled and a little strange, but he's a good colt." Celestia was only slightly surprised by the guard's statement. Most of it was at the lieutenant's use of the word 'colt'. It meant that he was fond of the human. Her guards were unusually good judges of character, so she was inclined to believe him, but she would save her final judgment until after she met with him.

"And where is he right now?" Twilight Sparkle asked.

"Just outside the throne room, Your Highness," Stalwart answered. Celestia got her conflicting emotions under control before she addressed her lieutenant.

"Please, bring him in," she said in a calm and caring tone.

"Yes, Your Highness," he answered. "But first, may I ask that you don't press him too hard? It's both my opinion and that of his attending doctor that he doesn't go through any undo stress." Celestia nodded her head.

"We will proceed with the utmost care," she answered.

"Thank you," he answered. The guard balled his right roof into a fist and placed it on his chest before bowing again. Then he retreated back towards the large doors leading to the throne room. When he disappeared, Celestia let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding. This meeting had taken several turns she hadn't been expecting and she hadn't even met with the subject of it yet. She looked over to Twilight Sparkle with sorrow in her eyes. The poor filly had come into this meeting wholly ignorant of any of the details, and saw the darkest parts of ponykind laid bare. Perhaps she wasn't ready for this. She didn't have much time to lament as the doors opened once again and Stalwart returned with Remiel.

Celestia had to admit, he was a strange looking creature. While he seemed to be built like a normal pony, his body had no fur save for the brown mane atop his head, and his ears were shaped strangely. He also had a slight limp to his gait, leaning heavily on a wooden cane to support himself. Stalwart stood close by just in case he had to catch the poor dear. Celestia had to admit that just by looking at Remiel she saw what Stalwart had. While she had never seen a human before, she would have to say he looked no older than Twilight Sparkle, and he did appear to be little more than skin and bones. He hardly looked like a cold-blooded killer.

Once they had gotten close enough, Remiel put more weight on his cane and slowly lowered himself to one knee before bowing as low as he could before the three princesses. It was difficult to see him struggle in a position that obviously caused him discomfort.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Your Majesties," he said in a soft, but refined tone. His voice was not quite as deep as a stallion's, but rather somewhat musical. "My name is Remiel Samael Blaz."

"Please, Mr. Blaz, rise," Celestia said, taking the initiative. Remiel seemed to use all of the strength in his arms and legs to get himself back on his feet his legs wobbling somewhat. How he struggled to get back on his feet was a very strong argument for just how weak he was right now. Celestia's felt her heart breaking for him anew, and had to fight to keep them subdued. "Would you be more comfortable if we got something for you to sit in?" Remiel smiled warmly but shook his head.

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty," he replied kindly, "but I can stand." The way his legs trembled every so often begged to differ. Celestia nodded.

"Now, I believe you were told the reason you were brought here?" Remiel didn't respond right away, but Celestia could see a subtle trembling washing over his body.

"Y-Yes, Your Majesty," he said, his confident tone from moments ago gone. "I-It's because...because I." His tremors escalated to full on shakes and his sapphire eyes lost all light within them. "I-I-I k-killed him." Though they had all already known this, the sentence gave them a renewed sense of horror. Not because of how heinous the act was, but because how it appeared to be tearing this young colt apart. Stalwart placed a comforting hoof on Remiel's shoulder. The small gesture seemed to help ease Remiel's panic, but it failed to dispel his shaking entirely.

"Yes," Celestia told him, doing her best to betray none of her overpowering emotions, "that is a part of it."

"I," Remiel started before stopping and taking a deep breath. "I accept any punishment you deem fitting." A stunned silence washed over the entire room, even Celestia's jaw dropped slightly from shock. He couldn't possibly have said what she thought he said.

"Why do you deserve to be punished?" she asked, barely recovering her composure. Remiel's shaking returned with a vengeance and he looked down to his free hoof.

"I killed someone," he said softly, barely above a whisper. "I...I took a life." His chest began rising and falling rapidly. This didn't go unnoticed by Celestia and she was quick to get his attention. She had to keep him talking if she was going to get any answers out of him.

"Yes," Celestia said, gaining his attention. "However, we have heard that it was done out of self defense. Is this true?"

"I, I guess," Remiel said beginning to look and sound distressed. His eyes didn't stay focused on any one thing, frantically looking this way and that. It was as if they were searching for the answer. "I, I don't know."

"Then perhaps you should start at the beginning." Remiel nodded his head and began his tale of how he came to be here. He told them about Heavy Axe and his family. About the kindness they showed him, a complete stranger. Celestia remembered Heavy Axe fondly. He was an excellent guard who almost became her captain until his wife gave birth to their son and he retired to be closer to them. It was he who brought news to her about Remiel and bandits. He then told them about the bandits attacking the small family and his abduction. He then told them about waking up in the bandits' hideout and being beaten the first time, then being drug to meet their leader. It seemed the stallion sought to sell him as some kind of curiosity.

He then told them about the six ponies that had helped and tried to care for him. About how they had been tricked into their service and had to stay out of fear for their lives. Celestia's disgust of Crimson Sky grew with every minute Remiel spoke, but so did her amazement of Remiel. He begged and pleaded that those six ponies be shown mercy, that he would be willing to take on their punishments himself. Finally, he came to tell them of the events of that horrific night, how he was led to Crimson Sky's study and the stallion pulled a knife on him. What she failed to notice was his increasingly distraught demeanor. How his body was shaking, his words coming faster, his eyes dilating in horror.

Celestia realized all too late that he was beginning to have a panic attack as his words poured forth like a flood. "I-I can still see him, you know? How, how empty his eyes were, and the blood!"

"Mr. Blaz," Celestia interrupted, trying to cut him off before his panic grew even worse, "you must calm down." Unfortunately, he seemed so far gone into his own horror that he didn't hear her.

"Powers that be," he gasped, "there was so much blood! It was everywhere! I, I tried to wipe it off but, but it wouldn't come off! I-I-I-I didn't even realize that I had done it! One second he was on me, then-the knife and his eyes and the blood!" His hyperventilating and ranting stopped only when he began coughing and wheezing. Suddenly, it was as if what little energy was keeping him standing vanished. He dropped the cane and began to fall, boss body shaking violently. For Celestia, it was as if the entire world had frozen, save for Remiel and his fall. Suddenly Stalwart leapt into action, catching Remiel and then gently lowering him to the floor. The lieutenant's action shattered the illusion and Celestia moved as well, quickly crossing the distance between them and kneeling to check on him.She was mortified when she saw his hooves, glistening with fresh blood.

Remiel's body was curled into a fetal position, his hooves covering his mouth, but not even both together could stem the flow of crimson liquid pouring from his lips. Uncertainty washed over her. What did she do now? Without further hesitation, she turned towards the line of guards on the right side of the throne room.

"Send for his doctor, and bring a chair!" she bellowed. The guards leapt into action and began racing to fulfill their orders. She placed her hoof on Remiel's shoulder and began channeling her magic. She had to do something, perhaps her magic could heal this young stallion or at least ease his suffering. Just as she prepared to cast the spell, his coughing ceased, leaving him lying on the carpet, his breathing harsh and ragged. Celestia immediately canceled the spell, and resolved to merely comfort him. His eyes weakly began to open and locked with Celestia's for a moment. Then horror filled those sapphire eyes.

"I'm so sorry!" he gasped and tried to crawl away. "I, I didn't mean to." His words were cut off as he began to cough again. Celestia grabbed the colt with both of her hooves to hold him still.

"Don't move, just rest," she said in a soothing, motherly voice. Seeing him so hurt and afraid caused her heart to break all over again. How could she have even considered the that he was a murderer?

"I-I'm sorry," he repeated, looking like a foal that knew they had done something bad. Celestia shook her head.

"You have nothing to be sorry for," she said warmly. She looked up to Stalwart. "Would you please get us some wet towels, Stalwart?"

"At once," he said and raced out of the room. She turned back to Remiel and saw shame written all over his face. The poor thing, he had been through so much. Remiel's coughing subsided finally, but not before coating his hands in another layer of blood. Celestia did her best to comfort him with her presence when she heard another set of hoofsteps approach. She looked up and saw her dear sister kneel to comfort him as well.

"Perhaps we should have allowed him more time to recover, sister," the lunar princess said in a sullen tone. Celestia felt horrible. Not only had she failed Twilight Sparkle by not telling her everything prior, but she had failed Remiel as well by pushing him too hard too soon. This was turning into a day of horror and shortcomings.

"I know," Celestia responded, just as sullen. She heard more hoofsteps approaching and saw Twilight standing there, horror and concern written all over her face. She looked from her dear pupil back to Remiel, and felt absolutely horrid. "Twilight," the Princess of Friendship jumped when she heard her name, "would you please see to it that a room is readied for Mr. Blaz?" It hurt to order the filly to do something so mundane when it was beneath her new station, but she had to get the filly's mind off of and away from this somehow.

"Y-Yes, of course!" she answered. And with one last look at Remiel, she hurried away to do just that. Celestia looked back down at the human colt, his face still downtrodden, covered with shame and fear. Yet exhaustion was also etched into his features, and his eyes slowly began to close. Soon he fell into a into a deep slumber. Watching the human colt slumber brought a soft smile to Celestia's face and she reached out with her hoof to softly stroke his head, not unlike how a mother would to comfort her foal. Suddenly she realized what she was doing and quickly retracted her hoof, shocked at what she had done. She looked to her sister and saw that she, too, was shocked.

"Sister, what was that?" Luna asked. Celestia was unsure how to answer. She looked back down at Remiel and gave the only answer she could think of.

"Seeing him like this after all he's been through, it hurts," she answered. "I've always acted like a mother figure to our little ponies, and to see them suffer so only makes me want to hold on to them even tighter." She could feel a tear run down her cheek. "Even though he isn't one of our ponies, he has still suffered at their hooves alongside them. It's bringing it these feelings as well, and after I had thought such horrid things about him." Celestia felt a warm hoof touch her shoulder, gripping it tightly in support.

"It's alright, dear sister," Luna consoled. "I may not have been there for our subjects as I should have, but these feelings weigh heavily on new as well. For now, we must simply watch over Remiel and do our best to aid in his recovery." Celestia nodded her head in agreement with her sister's sagely advice. The sound of running hoofsteps broke their moment and Celestia turned to see the guards returning with a chair for Remiel. Celestia shook the debilitating emotions from her mind and rose to her full height.

"Forgive me, but the chair is no longer required," she told them. "However, I have sent for a room to be prepared for our guest, would you please see to it that he is taken there so that he may rest?" The guards quickly set down the chair and raced over to the prone colt. With the utmost care and complete disregard for the blood, they lifted Remiel onto one of the guard's back and carefully made their way towards to guest quarters. Celestia watched them go them turned to her sister once more. "Now, dear sister, we have much to discuss." Luna gave her a slightly confused look.

"What do you mean, sister?" she asked. "Have we not heard and seen all we need to? The human, Remiel, did what he must in order to defend himself. And he hardly looks or acts like a cold-blooded murderer. What is there to discuss? We should be signing the papers for his pardon or preparing an award ceremony for ridding Equestria of that monster." Celestia frowned slightly. Yes, Remiel had rid Equestria of an evil, but she still could not condone the killing of somepony just because they were a vile criminal.

"His six companions will be arriving in the morning by sky chariot," Celestia said. "We shall wait until we have all the facts we can get." Remiel may have her sympathy, but she would not allow her judgement to be swayed by emotion. Luna shook her head

"If you insist, sister," Luna replied. "Though I doubt we will hear any differently."

"Don't be so sure, sister," Celestia replied. "There was a member of the Royal Guard undercover in Crimson Sky's manor." Luna's eyes went wide.

"Then why did it take so long for you to send guards to deal with him?" she demanded.

"We lost contact with them immediately after they infiltrated his operation," Celestia answered. "Until we had word that Remiel had been taken by bandits, we didn't have an excuse to send a detachment of guards to try and make contact."

"But you didn't just send a small party, you sent a whole company of them." Celestia nodded her head.

"I was not going to allow the abductions to go on any longer. They were to find evidence and then advance, or advance and find it later." Luna seemed troubled, but nodded her head in understanding.

"Has your 'spy' reported anything yet?" Celestia shook her head.

"For some reason they have chosen to remain undercover," she answered. Luna looked confused.

"Why would they do that?" she asked.

"I don't know, but they were on the list of six ponies Remiel claimed to have helped him." Luna donned a thoughtful look.

"Very well, but I still believe it will be a waste of time," Luna replied.

----In Another Part Of The Castle----

Stalwart looked both directions, ensuring nopony was following him as he quickly ducked into an unused storage closet. Once inside, he reached into the small pouch at his waist and pulled out a small blue crystal. Following the instructions he had been given, he poked his finger with a needle before drawing a strange rune upon the crystal. Nothing happened for a moment, and he wondered if he had done it wrong. Then it began to glow with a soft light and a voice came from it.

"Have you completed your task?" the voice asked.

"Yes," he answered. "The princesses seem to have taken pity on him and are likely to pardon him."

"Well done," the voice told him. "Once the pardon has been secured your brother's debts will be erased." Stalwart frowned. He had betrayed his princesses' trust, dishonored his uniform. But he had no other choice. He had to do it. He had to save his little brother.

"Just what have I released into Equestria?"

"Do not concern yourself with that," the voice replied, sounding amused. He wished he could, but he had to know something.

"Was it really self-defense, or was it," he couldn't bring himself to finish it. The voice was silent for a moment.

"Put your mind at ease," the voice told him. "What Remiel did, he did to survive. Now, keep this crystal and inform me of any changes. Remember, your younger brother belongs to me until Remiel's pardon has been signed, and that we will be watching." With that the glowing ceased, and the crystal returned to a lifeless rock. For a moment he just stood there, staring at the rock that felt more like chains.

What he did, he did to survive. The words just repeated over and over in his head. That sounded a lot like self-defense, but was it? Stalwart got the feeling it wasn't. He was torn. Remiel seemed a decent enough colt, but there was no denying that there was something off about him. Then there was the visitor he had waiting for him in his room just last night. He had claimed that his and Bulwark's younger brother had amassed a large gambling debt. They had paid that debt, but now they were owed that large amount of money. However, if Bulwark and Stalwart did something for them, their brother's debt would be forgiven and nothing...unfortunate would have to happen.

He tucked the small crystal away in the pouch and left the small closet. He would save his younger brother, but he would also find a way to watch over Remiel. To either protect him from whomever was on the other end of that crystal, or protect Equestria from him.

A Spy Among Criminals

Remiel gave a soft moan of discomfort as he slowly began to rouse from his slumber. His eyes parted and a blurry world filled his eyes. He moaned in annoyance. If this was going to become a regular thing then he was going to lose his mind within a week. He tried to sit up, but stiff joints and broken ribs prevented that. Then he remembered the pain pills he had been given. He reached into his pocket and fished out the bottle of miraculous drugs. He pulled out the bottle, removed the lid, and took out a single pill.

It was fortunate he was used to dry swallowing pills as there was nothing to drink in this...Come to think of it, just where exactly was he? For starters, he was lying on a rather large bed with lavender blanketing and pink, how much more could his masculinity suffer?, semi-transparent curtains surrounding him. He sat up on the bed, which he begrudgingly admitted was far more comfortable than his own, and made his way towards the end, moving the curtain aside to get a better look at his surroundings.

The room was massive, and lavishly decorated, even more so than his own. He never understood why people wanted such luxurious bedrooms when all they were going to use it for was sleeping. It was excessive, pointless, but not unappealing to the eye. The carpet appeared to be a soft purple color, the walls a darker shade of purple, and had swirls of pink in it. It was strange color coordination in Remiel's opinion, but not an atrocious combination. Yet why did it seem so familiar? He dismissed it and continued his examination of the room. Along with the pink on the bed and walls, the cushioning on two chairs that sat in front of a dark purple stone fireplace. Though one was turned so that it's back was to him, between them he could see a small table that appeared to be covered in several books.

No, he mentally snapped at himself. You have more important things to do than sitting back and reading a book.

Though the books may contain something useful, an unbidden thought rang out.

And how is that? he asked himself. I doubt there's a 'How To Get Back To Your Dimension For Dummies' here.

After all the insane things you've seen here anything is possible. That was surely true enough. Remiel mentally pouted.

You just want to read a book from a different planet.

Don't look at me, his thoughts fired back, you're the bibliophile that's arguing with himself. Remiel was silent a moment.

I'm not a bibliophile, I'm a scholar. Besides, who else would I argue with? No one else poses a challenge.

Touché, was the response. But it hardly resolves our predicament. Remiel's thoughts were silent for a time.

Powers be damned, those books may be about magic. He couldn't help but smirk at his own antics. This was surely a sign he was losing his mind. He was surprised it took this long. Finding his cane beside the bed, he rose to his feet.

Allowing his curiosity to get the better of him, Remiel pushed aside the mystery of where he was and approached the small table. As he did approach, he noticed that the fireplace was lit. Who leaves a fire unattended? he wondered to himself. He turned his head from the flames and refocused on the books. It had been so long since he could simply relax and read a book. Just as he reached his hand out to grab the book on the top, he saw something in one if the chairs move. He looked over and his eyes went wide as he saw a very familiar pony sitting in the chair, staring back at him with just as much shock.

He had seen this pony before. His heart skipped a beat as he saw her crown and the amethyst necklace. She was one of the princesses! What was she doing here? He was so shocked that one of the princesses was right there, it took a moment for him to realize that his hand was resting on something warm and soft and furry. At that moment his mind froze, refusing to comprehend anything that was happening.

"Y-You're awake," the princess said, speechless. Remiel could only nod in return, still too shocked to speak. "C-Could I please have my hoof back?" If Remiel's mind wasn't fried before it was now, but at least he could react.

"I'm so sorry!" he gasped out as he discarded his cane and went to one knee, bowing his head. "I-I didn't know you were here, and I saw the books so I." His flustered state had him so unbalanced that it spurred another coughing fit. He fell on his elbows and both knees as he tried to contain the bloody aftermath.

"Are you alright?" he heard the mare gasp out, sounding both frightened and concerned. He heard footsteps racing towards him as comforting hands were placed on his back and shoulder. "Should I call for the doctor?" Remiel adamantly shook his head 'no' as he waited for the coughing fit to subside. Finally the pain and coughing passed and he was left breathless, panting heavily. "Are you alright?" Remiel nodded his head.

"My sincerest apologies, Your Majesty!" he managed to gasp out. "I-I didn't know you were here!"

"Calm down!" she all but shouted, sounding just as flustered as he was. ""You need to calm down before you start coughing again!"

Says the crazy pony shouting at me! Remiel thought coldly.

"We need to get you back in bed," the princess, Princess Twilight Sparkle if he remembered correctly, said in a hurried, panicked voice.

"Your Majesty," Remiel started, by was cut off as the mare continued to rant.

"Oh, I should have been keeping an eye on you, not reading some horrendously unhelpful books," she panicked.

Hey, don't blame to books, he thought, offended on behalf of the books in question.

"What if your attack had been worse and I was so wrapped up in reading I didn't notice?" Ok, she was really starting to get paranoid. She honestly reminded Remiel of how the younger members of his family get get so worked up over something they wouldn't even pause to breathe. Unfortunately, his solution was the same as what he did for them. Without even thinking, he moved to a sitting position and with his left hand flicked her right in the middle of her forehead, hitting the base of her horn. "Ow, why did you do that?" Horror washed over Remiel as he realized what he had done.

"I-I'm so sorry!" he gasped. "Y-You were just going into hysterics and that's how I'd calm down-" The princess fixed him with a hard stare.

"I was not hysterical," she stated, sounding offended. For once Remiel couldn't keep his tongue on a leash.

"Yes you were!" he objected.

"Was not!" Remiel gave her a flat stare.

"Pointlessly rambling off hypothetical situations that hadn't happened isn't going into hysterics?" The princess' face flushed slightly.

"Well excuse me for worrying about you," she retorted. Oh no she wasn't. She was not trying to guilt him into feeling bad.

"I was trying to tell you I was fine, but you couldn't hear me over your little panic-attack."

"Stop saying that!" As their voices rose their faces slowly began to inch closer, as if they were each trying to get the other to back down through physical intimidation.

"I said 'panic-attack' not 'hysterics'!" Remiel roared in his defense.

"They're the same thing!" the princess fired back.

"Ugh, why are you being so difficult?"

"Difficult?! Me?! I was only trying to help you and then you hit me and started yelling!"

"What?! I didn't hit you, I flicked you. And you were the one that started yelling, not me!"

"Was not!"

"Were too!" If only Remiel had been thinking clearly, he would have realized how childish this argument had become. In the moment though, all he cared about was proving he was right.

"Well," the princess huffed as she climbed back to her feet, "it looks like you're fine now, so I'll leave you alone to rest." Remiel took her abandoning the argument as a victory and reveled in it. It was only when she stormed out of the room and slammed the door did he realize what he had done. Horror and anger washed over him as realization dawned on him.

"Stupid!" he cursed himself as he got to his feet, grabbing the cane. He made his way to the door as quickly as his shaky legs could, hoping he could still catch her before it was too late. Just as he went to turn the knob on the door, it opened on its own accord. Hoping it was the princess, he quickly began to apologize as he went to one knee. "I'm so sorry, Your Majesty. I-I don't know what came over me!" An uncomfortable silence was the reply. Finally he heard a heavy sigh.

"What am I gonna do with you, colt?" a familiar, masculine voice asked. He looked up and saw Stalwart standing there, his head shaking, a weary smile on his lips. "Let you out of my sight for not even a day and you're making princesses storm off from their own room."

"S-Stalwart," Remiel stammered, feeling slightly embarrassed. It took a moment for what Stalwart said to fully register. Her room? This was her room? Idiot, of course it's her room, why else would she have been there? Stalwart merely shook his head again.

"Alright, colt, on your hooves," he said, reaching his hand out towards Remiel to help him. "Princess Twilight is on her way to the throne room to meet with the other princesses." A cheeky smile appeared on his face. "I came to see if you were up yet, but it looks like I was late for the show." Remiel couldn't help but physically shake at Stalwart's joke. He was honestly surprised at what he had done, and how he had done it without thinking. He never acted without thinking. It wasn't in his nature. "Hey now, it was just a joke. No need to be trembling like that."

"I can't believe I did that," Remiel said, mostly speaking to himself. He had all but secured his pardon and then he goes and basically assaults one of the princesses. It was perhaps the most callous and stupid thing he had ever done. At the very least it was the second. He shook his head, he couldn't dwell on that now. He had to think of a way to salvage the situation.

"Why don't you tell me what happened while we walk?" Stalwart suggested. Remiel nodded his head. The guard's insight could prove most useful. So Remiel detailed the events that transpired and Stalwart did his best not to laugh as they made their way to the throne room. After Remiel told him everything that transpired Stalwart couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head. "The things you get yourself into, colt."

"Yes I'm a complete moron, we've established this," Remiel replied, frustration clear in his voice. "Now how do I fix it? I never meant to flick her it just happened."

"Don't worry about it too much," the guard replied. "Princess Twilight gets worked up really easy, but she always calms down just as fast. She'll come up to you soon enough and apologize to you for how she acted and then you apologize for yelling and," he snorted a little, "flicking her." Remiel gave him a disbelieving look.

"In my world royalty have sentenced people to death for less," he answered. Stalwart gave him a surprised look.

"That's what you were expecting?" Remiel nodded his head, then let it hang.

"Then again, perhaps that is what I deserve for what I did," he said softly. Stalwart instantly stopped walking and grabbed Remiel by his shoulders.

"Don't you ever let me hear you talking like that again," he said, all joking gone and replaced by a hard, serious glare. "You did nothing wrong. You did what you had to to save your life." Remiel couldn't help but smile on the inside while on the outside he refused to look Stalwart in the eyes. If all else failed he could pull the pity card to save his own skin. He didn't want to have to rely on that trick though. It would wear off with too much use.

"You're right, I'm sorry," Remiel replied. Stalwart nodded his head, satisfied, and released Remiel from his hold.

"Now, I have a surprise for you up ahead," he said, his upbeat tone returning. Remiel gave him a puzzled look.

"What kind of surprise?" Remiel questioned. Stalwart just gave him a grin.

"The kind that's a surprise," he replied.

Smart-ass, Remiel thought coldly. Still, what kind of surprise awaited him up ahead? Stalwart led him into the throne room's waiting room, and his eyes went wide when he saw who was waiting there.

"Remiel!"

-----Inside The Throne Room-----

-----Moments Earlier-----

Celestia sat upon her golden throne, her face calm and serene, but inside was naught but turmoil. At the foot of the three thrones was a loyal member of her Day Guard, and one who had been inside Crimson Sky's compound for months now. The guard's name was Deep Cover, but his alias was Steel Sword. He had told her numerous things that Crimson Sky had done that made her coat crawl with disgust, but the most earth-shattering statements came when the guard told her about Remiel and the things he had done.

At first she couldn't believe what she was hearing. The Remiel she had met the day before and the one she was hearing described now were complete opposites of one another. It was inconceivable that they were even discussing the same being. The Remiel she had met seemed like a lost, scared foal while Deep Cover painted him as a criminal a few shades lighter than Crimson Sky. In some regards an even worse one.

"Are you certain that you are remembering him correctly, lieutenant?" Luna asked from her throne beside Celestia. The guard nodded his head.

"It is hard to forget the things he's responsible for,” Deep Cover responded.

“But you are claiming that Remiel, who is little more than an ailing foal, is a criminal on the same level as Crimson Sky.”

“I don't know what he is,” the guard replied, “but helpless and frail is not a possibility.”

“What do you mean?” Celestia asked.

“He is intelligent, ruthless and very cunning. He went from being a prisoner to a confidant within hours of arriving at Crimson Sky's manor. He put himself in a position where he was protected by a powerful and wealthy slaver. Had he kept the status quo, he would have wielded incredible wealth and influence, but instead he began laying the groundwork to destroy it moments after gaining Crimson Sky's trust. He played hardened criminals like they were foals. He was so good at what he did, he could have taken over the operation right under Crimson Sky's nose, but he didn't.”

“Isn't that something he should be commended for?” Luna asked. Deep Cover shook his head.

“His goals may have been in the right, but his actions were anything but. Crystal Clear for example. She joined him because he threatened to harm her sister, whom Crimson Sky had given to him as property. Storm Chaser joined because Remiel had learned he was stealing some of the crystals and was selling them when he went on trips to other towns and threatened to expose him to Crimson Sky.” Deep Cover paused. “Needless to say, that would have been a death sentence.” It would have been an understatement to say this revelation made Celestia uneasy.

“So they joined him because of extortion?” Luna asked, horrified. He nodded his head.

“But then why didn't they expose him when we questioned them?” Celestia asked.

“He gained their assistance through threats, but he won their loyalty though his actions,” Deep Cover explained.

“What do you mean?”

“While we were waiting for his plans to develop, a few of us ran into serious problems. Myself included.”

“What kinds of problems?” Celestia asked.

“For me, I became sick days after joining Remiel's group. Crimson Sky controlled his subordinates with an iron hoof. If you couldn't work then you were a liability, and liabilities had a habit of disappearing.” Celestia didn't have to think hard about what likely happened to those who ‘disappeared’. “I told Remiel right away and within an hour I was assigned to his security detail. After that I could recuperate in his room without Crimson Sky ever finding out.” Deep Cover was silent for a time. “He saved my life.”

“But you question his motives,” Celestia concluded. He nodded his head.

“When I asked him why he told me that I was an asset but I was worthless to him if Crimson Sky made me disappear.”

“So he was looking after his own interests,” Luna concluded. Deep Cover had a troubled look on his face.

“I'm not so sure,” he replied. The princesses gave him curious looks. “If any of our small group had any kind of trouble it was resolved with little effort on our part. Remiel acted cold and indifferent towards us, but he always seemed interested in our troubles and they always went away after we told him about them. I asked him about it, but he claimed that he was too busy to be dealing with such trivial matters.”

“So you think his cold demeanor was an act?” Celestia asked. Again Deep Cover seemed conflicted.

“I honestly think everything about him is an act,” he confessed. “He plays the part that will be most beneficial to him in any given circumstance. In fact, I think I only ever saw one real emotion from him.”

“When was this?” Deep Cover took a deep breath.

“One day while Remiel was doing Crimson Sky's accounting, Gentle Touch burst into the room. She was hysterical, crying and some of her clothing had been torn near her chest.” The implication was not lost on the two princesses. “Remiel got to her even before I could, comforting her and asking what had happened. She had told him that three of Crimson Sky's thugs had attacked and tried to have their way with her.” Deep Cover was silent again as he seemed to swallow his own words.

“What happened?” Luna asked, her own rage beginning to leak through.

“Faster than I could believe, the concerned look in his eyes was gone and replaced by this...darkness is the best way to describe it. His face went blank as he got the names of the perpetrators then rose to his hooves and marched to the door like he was on a mission. He told me to watch over her and left the room. That was when Gentle Touch's sister, Crystal Clear, barged in and demanded to know what had happened. Remiel told her to go to her sister and that he was going to take care of it.”

“What did he do?” Celestia asked, almost demanding.

“The next day those same three ponies were gone and nopony saw them afterwards, but when he came back to the room I swore I heard him whisper to Gentle Touch that he kept his word.” Celestia and Luna both wore stricken expressions.

“He killed them?” Celestia asked finally.

“It's more likely that he had Crimson Sky do it,” Deep Cover answered. The throne room was silent for a time, each pony with their own thoughts.

He proves to be a ruthless and manipulative creature and at the same time a protector who would do anything for those he feels responsible for. Just what are you, Remiel? A criminal or a savior? Celestia was having trouble just trying to determine her own opinion of the human, it was almost impossible to rule on whether he had committed any crimes. There was a strong possibility he had committed several crimes, but there was no evidence to prove he had. If she were to take this to trial she doubted there would be enough proof to convict him, and that wasn't taking into account him manipulating the judge with his act. Whatever she did, she would have to keep a close eye on him and his actions.

“Lieutenant,” she said, breaking the silence in the room. The guard snapped to attention. “In your opinion, does Remiel pose a threat to our citizens?” Deep Cover thought it over carefully.

“There is certainly the possibility,” he said finally, “ but if I had to go with my gut, I'd say ‘no’.”

“And why is that?”

“If he truly harbored malicious intent, then he would have taken over Crimson Sky's operation, not tear it down. I think his goals reside solely in finding a way home. To what extent he'll pursue that goal I couldn't even begin to guess. That being said, I don't see him pointlessly harming innocents. Or even with good reason.”

“Why?”

“When the guards stormed the manor all the servants were gone. They had fled into the forest the moment the ponies at the mine had been freed. Apparently, Gentle Touch had been responsible for that.”

“So Remiel had them evacuate knowing nopony would be able to pursue them in the chaos while also protecting them from being caught between the criminals and the guards,” Luna summed up. “A brilliant idea.”

“Still,” Celestia interrupted, “it doesn't explain whether Remiel was truthful when he told us what happened when he took Crimson Sky's life. Judging from what you told us it seems likely he was not forthcoming with the truth, but then how do we explain his injuries?”

“Is it possible that they were self-inflicted?” Luna asked. Both Celestia and Deep Cover seemed mortified at the thought. Could he have done that to himself? Celestia couldn't imagine a pony or any creature willing to inflict such pain upon themselves.

“I don't think so,” Deep Cover replied. “He's almost obsessed with returning home. I don't think he would jeopardize that with such grave injuries.”

“Why is he so concerned with returning to his home?” Luna asked.

“I don't know,” the undercover guard replied shaking his head. “It seems to be the only thing he cares about, though.”

“And how do you know this?” Celestia asked.

“There were a few times I overheard him when he thought I wasn't paying attention. He said something about time running out, but I don't know what he was talking about.”

“Could he be referring to his ailment?” Luna asked. “He told us it wasn't a terminal illness, but it's clear he's not as truthful as we had thought.” Celestia pondered on that. Was his illness the reason for his seemingly desperate plight to return home? It seemed reasonable, but Remiel was a completely different type of creature. His motivations could be something that no pony could ever understand.

“But why would he lie about something so grave?” Celestia asked. “We may be able to find a cure for his condition.”

“Very true,” Luna responded. “Then there may be something happening at his home.”

“Or it could be as simple as wanting to see his family,” Celestia added, massaging her temples. Truly, this Remiel was a headache just thinking about him.

“I don't think anything about Remiel is simple,” Deep Cover replied.

“Regardless, this doesn't make what we should do about him any clearer,” Celestia said, moving the conversation along.

“What can we do?” Luna asked. “There is a high probability he has committed several serious crimes, but there is no way to prove one way or the other.”

“I agree,” Celestia responded. “No matter what we do, we should keep him under close surveillance.”

“Then I may have a suggestion,” Deep Cover offered.

----Outside The Throne Room----

To say Remiel was worried would be an understatement. How had they transported his co-conspirators here so quickly? And they had already been interrogated? Things could not be any worse.

“What's wrong?” Dark Shadow asked quietly from his side. Stalwart had left to tell the princesses that Remiel was here but he wasn't taking any chances with several guards still nearby.

“There is a spy amongst us,” Remiel answered.

“How do you know?”

“How else would you explain our small band of misfits being brought here so quickly? I only just told the princesses and the hospital staff about you yesterday.”

“And we arrived this morning,” Dark Shadow added. “Isn't it possible that somepony just told the guards about our group? What about that letter you sent the guards?” They were both good points, but Remiel debunked both of them effortlessly.

“Perhaps,” Remiel answered. “Still, they would have waited for me to wake up and confirm those sources. Besides, there's one I've been suspicious of for some time.”

“Steel?” Dark Shadow asked. Remiel nodded his head, slightly unnerved by the pegasus reading his mind. “So I'm not the only one that thought something was off with him.”

“Of all of you, he didn't require any...incentive to join us. Also, he never seemed to fear the repercussions of his crimes. Not to mention his overall demeanor.”

“What do you mean?”

“I'm a liar,” Remiel confessed, pride in his voice. “Not some ordinary or even an exceptional liar. I am the best liar that was ever born. Not only am I capable of deceiving anypony about anything but I can tell when somepony else is lying, and everything about him reeked of a lie. He's good, one of the best I've ever seen, but I'm in a whole other league.”

“So what do you wanna do?” Remiel gave the stallion a wicked smirk.

“Even if he tells them everything, and even if he pieces together that I murdered Crimson Sky it's irrelevant. He has no proof to get me convicted of anything, and should something happen to our group I will see you all released soon after. No matter what I must do.”

“What do you need from me?”

“Names. Give me the names of everypony that deals in smuggling, dirty guards and officials I can bribe and whomever deals in selling secrets.” Dark Shadow nodded his head and quickly ran through a list of names and what they were. Remiel knew how to play this game, and he suspected Equestria had no clue. He was the puppeteer, and he would make this whole damned country his marionette if he must in order to get what he wanted.

“That's everypony I can think of,” Dark Shadow said finally. “Is this really going to help?” Remiel nodded his head.

“Whether it will be necessary is another matter,” he answered. “I still don't know what the princesses know, but when you're betting it all it's wise to have a few extra cards up your sleeve.” Dark Shadow grinned slightly at that.

“Most ponies would call that cheating,” he said in an amused tone. Remiel returned the smirk.

“Most ponies have naive impressions of fairness,” he answered. “I have no such delusions.”

“I knew there was a reason I liked you,” the stallion replied. Remiel chucked despite himself. Now that that part of the conversation was over Remiel allowed his voice to grow louder to a normal speaking tone.

“How has everypony been treated?”

“Good enough, I'd say. Gentle Touch was kept with the rest of the staff from the manor while we were put in chains. Once they brought us here, though, they took em off. Not like we'd be able to do much damage with all these guards here I suppose.”

“So they think,” Remiel answered coldly, his voice lowering once again. Dark Shadow gave him a curious look. “All you need to defeat somepony is to learn how low they are willing to sink and then go even lower. Prove that you are able and willing to do worse than they are and they will fold every time.”

“Really?” Remiel pondered it for a moment.

“Perhaps not the first pony you try it with, but prove yourself there and everypony afterwards will fall in line.”

“Why do I get the feeling you've done that before?”

“Because I have,” was the cold, wicked answer. Remiel often despised himself for the evil he was willing to carry out, but he knew that it was the only way.

“I won't ask for details,” the black pegasus replied.

“That's for the best,” Remiel answered, his smile making a sudden reappearance. “Now, I wonder what's taking them so long.”

“Remiel,” a soft voice came from behind. He turned, and immediately dropped to one knee, the others in his group doing the same.

“Princess,” he said with as much reverence as he could, “please forgive me for my earlier misconduct. I wasn't thinking clearly and allowed my tongue to outrun my mind. I accept any punishment you deem fitting.” He didn't dare look up from the marble floor as he waited for her reply.

“D-Don't be ridiculous!” she sputtered out. “I-It was just a small argument, nopony needs to be punished!” He looked up and saw that she was flustered again. “B-Besides, I should apologize as well. I overreacted and kinda freaked out without meaning to.”

“Your kindness is inspiring, Your Highness,” Remiel replied, sounding almost devoted as he lowered his head again. “It is also undeserved. I was out of line. The stress of the past few days has caused me to become impatient and irritable. However, that is no excuse for my actions when you were only expressing concern for my wellbeing. Still, I can only hope that you can find it within yourself to forgive me for my mistake and allow me a chance to make amends.” The response was not what he was expecting. An exasperated sigh escaped the princess’ lips.

“I already said it was fine didn't I?” she asked, sounding tired. Remiel looked up and saw that while she seemed to have gained most of her composure, there was a faint blush on her cheeks.”We were both wrong and overreacted. So why don't we just forget about it and start over?” Remiel couldn't believe how generous this princess was.

“I would be honored,” he answered. Princess Twilight Sparkle gave him a warm, kind smile.

“With that settled, how are you feeling?” she asked. Remiel was caught off guard. He honestly wasn't used to kindness from his fellow royalty. Even when the other royalty knew he was as well. It was a pleasant change.

“Much better, Your Highness,” he responded warmly.

“Um,” she said, sounding very uncomfortable. Remiel gave her a confused look. “Can everypony please stand up? It's uncomfortable having a conversation with everypony kneeling.” Remembering to lean heavily on the cane, Remiel slowly rose to his feet. Dark Shadow even used his hands to support Remiel. It was pleasant having somepony who knew how to play the game on his team. He thanked Dark Shadow for his assistance and when he turned back to the princess she was now standing mere inches away from him. Remiel didn't have to fake jumping in surprise, or his knee suddenly locking up and causing him to begin to fall. Fortunately Dark Shadow caught him, as did a second pair of hands. He looked, and saw the princess holding his left hand with both of hers.

To say he was shocked would be an understatement. The princess tried to catch him? How could she be so benevolent? And her hand. It felt so soft and warm. Wait. Where did that thought come from? His thoughts were disturbed by a voice.

“Are you sure you're alright?” the princess’ voice asked, her face showing her concern. Remiel quickly gathered what wits hadn't abandoned him.

“Y-Yes,” he managed to stammer. “Apologies, Your Highness. You simply startled me and then I felt light headed.” The princess suddenly looked very bashful.

“S-Sorry, I didn't mean to surprise you, I was just worried you were hurt,” she replied.

How? Remiel thought to himself. How can she be so kind? She's royalty, she should be placing herself atop a podium and demanding that commoners bask in her royal presence. No, she must be angling for something. But what? There's absolutely nothing I have to offer her. Perhaps-

“C-Can I please have my hoof back?” The princess asked suddenly. It was then he realized that he had slipped into another one of his mental debates and was still clutching her hand and that her cheeks has a soft pink color to them.

“A-Apologies, Your Highness!” he replied hastily, releasing her hand. He tried to ignore the sensation of numbness sinking into his hand. What was wrong with him? Stress. Yes, that had to be the answer.

“D-Don't worry about it,” she said with a slight blush. Remiel quickly tried to reign in his thoughts. He couldn't afford to be off his game. A misstep here and everything could unravel. Fortunately, the sound of the large doors to the throne room opening saved him from causing any further damage. All heads turned to see Steel Sword and Stalwart walking out of the throne room. Stalwart was a few steps behind Steel, a wary eye locked on him. It was fairly convincing. Even Remiel would have been fooled if he wasn't already suspicious. Stalwart saw Remiel and he saw actual joy in them.

“So, Rem,” the white stallion said ad he walked over to Remiel's side, “you apologize to the princess for acting like an idiot?” To say he was surprised by the guard's lack of tact in front of the princess would have been a woeful understatement.

“S-Stalwart!” the princess gasped, apparently just as shocked as Remiel. “You don't have to be so mean!” Stalwart just laughed at her. He then casually threw his armored arm over Remiel's shoulders.

“Sorry, Twilly,” he replied in a carefree tone. “It's just after hour he was sweating bullets earlier I figured I'd find you two with him with his face on the ground begging for forgiveness.”

Well, you aren't far off, Remiel thought quietly.

“You already missed the show,” he heard Storm Chaser chime in. Traitor. “He was all sappy and asking to be punished then singing her praises when she forgave him.” Remiel felt his cheeks color as he turned away from everyone to hide his embarrassment.

I wasn't thatbad, Remiel pouted mentally. He could see Crystal Clear lean over and whisper something to her sister, an evil smirk on her face. Her sister tried to hold in a laugh. Remiel felt his face burn even hotter. There would be a reckoning for this. He swore he would bring down fierce retribution on their heads.

“C’mon, Rem,” Stalwart said, giving him a small shake, “it's nothing to be embarrassed about. Keep acting like that and ponies might start to think you have a crush on somepony.” if his face was simply burning before it felt like an inferno now. That caused a fit of laughter to spread among the ponies.

“Stop being a bully, Stalwart,” the princess said sternly. “Remiel's been through enough without you making things worse.” Ah, at least there was somepony on his side. Unfortunately she was also a part of the conversation so her defense of Remiel only added fuel to the fire that was laughing.

Oh the hell I will reign down upon you all, Remiel thought darkly. He wasn't sure how he would get his revenge, but it was sure to be something that would inspire fear in even the Devil's black heart.

“Aw, just trying to get the colt to lighten up,” Stalwart told the princess, no doubt wearing that cheeky grin of his. Remiel liked the stallion, he really did. That's why it was going to hurt when Remiel reaped his vengeance. He finally managed to get his haywire emotions in check enough to look everypony in the face.

“Are you alright?” the princess asked, honestly sounding concerned. Remiel gave her a soft smile and nodded his head.

“Yes, thank you,” he replied. “I was simply light headed for a moment then my knee decided to give it on me. Sorry for the fuss.”

“Wait, what'd I miss?” Stalwart asked.

I fell when I was trying to stand,” Remiel explained, having the state of mind to look embarrassed. “Thankfully Dark Shadow was there to steady me. Still, I'm sorry for the trouble, everypony.”

“Ah, don't mention it, colt,” Stalwart said, finally removing his arm. “Though I'm betting you wish it was some attractive mare who caught you, eh?” He wiggled his eyebrows making it clear to whom he was referring to. Remiel decided to reply to that one.

“Honestly Dark Shadow proved to be enough,” “he replied casually. “After all, I imagine anypony would qualify as being more attractive than you.” Then, like a group of school children, Remiel's group of reformed criminals ‘ooow’ed. He has never heard adults do that before. Stalwart dramatically acted offended.

“I'll have you know I'm the most handsome guard in the princesses’ royal guard!” he replied in a mocking hurt tone.

“Ah, I find that hard to believe as many of them surely have found somepony willing to date them or even marry them.”

“How do you know I haven't?”

“Have you?” Stalwart didn't answer right away, apparently not anticipating this turn off events.

“The princesses are are expecting you,” he said suddenly, trying to sound official. “We shouldn't keep them waiting.” Again it was Storm Chaser that chimed in.

“That means no!” he declared loudly and everypony, save Stalwart, began to laugh. Even Remiel allowed himself a small chuckle.

“It would be a shame to limit this much good looks to just one mare,” Stalwart said, trying redeem just a little pride.

“Yes, in the same way winning the lottery or ridding yourself of a bad rash would be,” Remiel said smugly. Stalwart gave him a shocked expression and Remiel had thought he pushed it a little too far. Then the stallion smiled broadly and out his arm around the human again.

“Colt,” he said still smiling. “You and me are going to get along just fine.” Remiel returned the genuinely returned the smile. “Alright, in all seriousness though, we shouldn't keep the princesses waiting.” Remiel nodded his head and allowed the stallion to lead him towards the throne room. Remiel would soon fave his judgement, but he had only one thought in his head.

What's wrong with me?

Never Trust A Pony To Keep Their Mouth Shut

Remiel stood before the three thrones of the pony rulers. Princess Twilight Sparkle had ascended the stairs to reclaim her throne while Stalwart stepped to the side to become a wall ornament, leaving Remiel alone to humble himself before the princesses. He stood trying to give off both an air of pride and a subtle sense of fear and anxiety. It was a tricky act, but Remiel felt reasonably confident he did it convincingly.

“How are you feeling, Remiel?” Princess Celestia asked in a light caring tone.

“I'm feeling well, Your Majesty,” he replied dipping his head. “Thank you for your concern.”

“It's no problem, really,” she replied. “We were all concerned when you began coughing.” Remiel donned a sorrowful look.

“My sincere apologizes for that unsightly display,” Remiel said as he turned his head away in shame.

“You have nothing to apologize for,” Princess Luna quickly told him. “You cannot be held responsible for the effects of your condition.” Remiel still couldn't look them in the eye.

“Be that as it may, I'm sorry you had to witness such a ghastly event,” he replied, allowing just a pinch more regret to sink into his voice.

“May I ask you something about your condition?” Princess Twilight Sparkle asked, sounding very nervous. Remiel turned to face her.

“If it is within my knowledge I will tell you,” he replied earnestly.

“How often do you suffer from these...episodes?” Remiel took a deep breath. He wasn't sure whether the truth or a lie would be more beneficial, but he decided to let them in on the truth.

“Truthfully, it depends on the day. On a good day I may only have one or two such episodes. Once I went an entire day without a single one. On a bad day, however.” He trailed off and forced himself to take a deep breath. “There have been days that I've been bedridden with an IV tube to replace what blood I had lost.” He wasn't going to mention those days had him bleeding out of nearly every orifice in his body. The princesses looked stricken, their placid demeanor shattered. “Fortunately those days are very rare, only occurring a handful of times.”

“I'm so sorry,” Princess Twilight Sparkle said softly. Remiel shook his head.

“You have nothing to apologize for, Your Highness,” he told her in a kind tone that sounded forced. “You are not to blame for my condition anymore than I. I have learned to cope with my ailment. Fortunately it has not impeded my ability to lead my company.”

“You are a strong individual, Remiel,” Celestia praised sincerely. “To be so young and stricken with such an awful disease yet run a business.”

“I have my family to thank for that,” he replied. A soft, genuine, smile came to his lips.

“Would you tell us about your family?” Princess Luna asked. Remiel nodded his head.

“Where to begin?” he asked, sounding genuinely happy. “I suppose I should start with just how large my family is. Currently, there are six hundred and thirteen members of my family living on my estate. Six hundred and forty-two if you count the ones who are currently attending universities.” Again the princesses looked shocked.

“S-Six hundred?” Princess Twilight Sparkle said, her voice sounding just as stunned as her face looked. Remiel chucked softly.

“Yes,” he told her. “You see, I have no blood relatives to call my family. My family consists of more than a hundred families that live and work at my estate.” As he spoke of his family his smile grew, as did the pain of missing them terribly. “It is truly a sight to behold. So many people living and working together, and they all care and respect one another as though the same blood ran through their veins.”

“No blood relatives?” Princess Celestia asked carefully. Remiel forced his smile into a frown.

“My father was the only blood relation I ever knew,” he confessed, forcing himself to sound pained by the memories when he was anything but. “My grandparents both passed before I was even born and my father passed away in his sleep when I was only eleven.”

“I'm sorry for your loss,” the solar princess told him, sounding as though she regretted asking the question. Remiel gave her a half hearted smile.

“Thank you, Your Highness,” he told her, dipping his head in thanks.

“What of your mother?” Princess Luna asked with a look as though she was walking on eggshells. Remiel shook his head.

“I never knew her and my father never spoke of her,” he replied. He was actually telling the truth. Even after spending a small fortune trying to find out anything about her he still didn't even know her name. It bothered him on occasion, but he never pursued it again. After all, knowing his father, she was likely deceased and all records of her even existing ‘vanished’. In the grand scheme of things, it would only be one more regret he would take to the grave, and a minor one at that when compared to the others. Seeing the mournful expressions on the faces of the three rulers told Remiel he had them in a favorable mood. “Still, I am truly blessed to have the family I do.”

“What else can you tell us about your family?” Princess Luna asked. Remiel's true smile returned.

“If I were to tell you about all of them we would be here for months,” he said in a light tone. “And I’m sorely tempted to do just that, but I shall restrain myself to how my family began. You see, when my father passed away it left me the sole heir of one of the largest conglomerates on my planet. In a single year I make more money than I could spend in ten lifetimes. That's not even taking into consideration the sizeable fortune my father had left me.

“I was perhaps fourteen or fifteen,” Remiel continued, donning a thoughtful look. “I was in Boston on a business venture.” That “business venture” was the first and only company that attempted to leave his influence. It wasn't a pleasant memory. Remiel's security held the CEO, his wife and his children at gunpoint. They were forced to their knees and had the barrels of rifles pressed against the back of their heads. The wife and children had bags placed over their heads so they couldn't see Remiel's face. Remiel made it clear that the next time his security visited that it would be their last night on earth. Needless to say the company fell back in line and no others have had the courage to attempt a similar coup.

“At only fifteen?” Princess Twilight Sparkle asked, almost choking. Remiel nodded his head.

“I was groomed from the time I could walk to inherit my father's business,” Remiel told her. “It was a grueling and very trying regiment,” to put it lightly, “but it helped considerably that I had a natural affinity for it. Anyway, I had just concluded my meeting with a prospective partner when I saw something that stopped me dead in my tracks.” Remiel’s heart seemed to break anew at the memory. It was the day he met the Flores family. “There was a man standing on a corner with a sign that read: ‘Family starving. Need food or work’.”

“He was filthy and looked half starved,” he told them. “But what caught me were his eyes. He had this look in them. It's hard to describe. ‘Defeat’ would be the most accurate I suppose. Complete and utter defeat. I could tell he was a proud man. Someone who, if he had a choice, would not accept help from anyone. He was a large man. Muscular, tall, I couldn't fathom why he couldn't get a job.”

“When I asked him why he couldn't find work, he informed me that he and his family were in the country illegally. They came from a small village in Mexico trying to make a better life. Unfortunately, due to circumstances, they couldn't get passports to enter the country legally.”

“Why were they fleeing their village?” Princess Luna asked.

“Cartels,” he answered, his voice dripping with venom. “Large criminal organizations that terrorize and victimize innocents.”

“And the guards do nothing?” Princess Luna asked, stunned.

“You must first understand law enforcement’s predicament,” he told her. “To get it out of the way, there are perhaps many cops that willingly accept bribes to look away from the illegal activity. Aside from that, there is little normal law enforcement agencies can do about it. The Cartels are essentially paramilitary underworld empires. To go against them would be the same as starting a small war.”

“Then why not send the military?” Princess Luna asked. Good question, but Remiel had to find a way to dodge it. He couldn't very well expose that the Cartels worked for him. That was something he aimed to change before his death, but for the time being he needed access to their smuggling routes and their disregard for the rule of law.

“They have, as has my own country,” he confessed, “but when poverty and despair rule the day wickedness is just a step away.” He also couldn't reveal that his security paid a ‘visit’ to the Cartel responsible. Unfortunately another Cartel took the village recently, prompting Remiel to relocate the rest of the Flores family along with the relic he suspected of being responsible for bringing him here. He couldn't kill all of his underworld employees after all. At least not yet. “I spoke with him for what must have been hours. He told me of his home, his family and just how dire their situation was.

“I asked if I could meet his family and he agreed,” Remiel continued. “I was appalled when I saw what they had been calling home.” Remiel had to shake off the horror and repulsion the memories brought up. “He, his wife and their ten year old daughter lived beneath an overpass. Their only warmth came from a small fire and their shelter was a box.” The princesses were mortified. “I spoke with his family, all the while trying to wrap my head around how they acted.

“These were people with nothing,” he stressed. “They had been through tragedy, homelessness and now starvation. But they welcomed me with smiles and kind words, offering what little they did have to make my visit comfortable.” Remiel felt something wet run down his cheek. He raised his hand and almost gasped when he realized it was a tear. The memory stirred up something in Remiel he had thought he buried long ago. “I knew then I had to do something for them.

“Then it hit me,” he told them, his smile making a return. “I told Juan, the father, that I knew a place that was looking for motivated workers. The only thing was that he and his family would have to live on site in rooms that the employer maintained. There would be a modest rent, a pittance really, and their utilities would be taken care of by the employer.” Remiel felt another tear roll down his face. What was wrong with him? “I'm sorry, this is completely inappropriate.” He wiped the tear away once again. “He told me that no such place would be willing to hire an illegal immigrant, but I argued differently. After all, I was the employer. If only I could describe to you the looks on their faces. It was the most amazing thing I have ever seen. Even though they were warm hearted, it was clear that they were at the edge of something drastic. But the look in their eyes, it was like watching a fire that was slowly dying and then seeing it erupt into an inferno.” A soft laugh escaped Remiel's lips.

“Juan didn't know what to say, so he grabbed me and hugged me so tightly he nearly broke my back,” he laughed softly, the princesses allowing themselves small smiles. “His wife, Maria, and their daughter, Sophie, embraced me as well, but thankfully it was much gentler. My security and I escorted them back to our car, and several hours later we arrived at my estate. They couldn't believe what they were seeing. You would have thought that they had stepped onto another planet. The same happened when I showed them their quarters.

“This time when Juan embraced me, he dislocated my shoulder,” Remiel laughed again. “They were the beginning of my new family.” It was also the moment his dream began to take shape. When his war against the other kings stopped being just about revenge. “Since then I have welcomed many more families to my estate, as well as launched several programs aimed at providing aid to the homeless in my country.”

“Is homelessness a problem in your land?” Princess Luna asked.

“Regrettably, yes,” he told her. “I've personally funded the construction of more than three hundred shelters as well as bringing in counselors that specialize in mental illness and addiction.”

“You are a very generous stallion,” Princess Celestia said with a slight amount of praise. Remiel shook his head without thinking.

“It's not enough,” he said, a subtle undertone of anger in his voice.

“What isn't enough?” Princess Twilight Sparkle asked. Remiel was shocked. Why did he say that? He had everything going smoothly and now he threw a wrench in all of it.

“What I can do,” he confessed. “I can help these people, give them shelter, food, jobs. I can do all this, but it isn't enough. For every one person I help there are eight more that will perish hopeless and alone.” His left hand clenched tightly around the handle of his cane. “I am one of the richest people in the world, but even with all my wealth I can't even begin to make a dent in the problems of the world! Every time I try to improve the world I am blocked by bureaucracy and greedy men who prefer to line their pockets than help others! There is much I can do, but it's not enough.”

“You mustn't be so hard on yourself,” Princess Celestia consoled. “You are a brave and strong stallion, but changing the way a world works is too much for any one being to bear. You must do all you can, and hope to inspire others to do the same.” Those were wise words, but Remiel didn't have time for wisdom. He had power, wealth and the deadliest army of mercenaries and assassins in the world, not to mention the nations whose armies bowed to his will. Hewould bring about change. Even if he must wade through an ocean of blood while dragging the rest of the world behind him. He would bring change even if the world itself didn't want it.

“Yes,” Remiel replied as he forced his hand to loosen it's death grip on the cane. “You are right. My apologies, Your Majesties. This is just a sensitive issue that I feel very strongly about.”

“Think nothing of it, Remiel,” Princess Celestia told him with a kind smile. “It speaks of a strong character that you feel so passionately about such a noble cause.”

“Your words are too kind, Your Majesty,” Remiel replied as he dipped his head in thanks. When he lifted his head he saw her look had become serious. It seemed she was ready to move on to why he was here.

“While this has been a pleasant conversation, there are things we must discuss that cannot be put off any longer,” Princess Celestia said, her tone taking a more official sound. Remiel straightened his back and prepared for it. “You have suffered greatly at the hooves of our ponies, and for that you have our sincerest apologizes.” Remiel dipped his head in acknowledgment, remaining silent. “You were foalnapped, held against your will and made to suffer things that no living creature should have to endure. We have looked into this matter thoroughly. We have heard testimony from the guards who were present and even the brave group of ponies who attempted to aid you in your time of need.

“And it is with those testimonies in mind that I gladly tell you that the nation of Equestria will not be pursuing charges against you or your friends for any action done during your time at Mine Town,” she said with a warm smile. Remiel forced a relieved smile into his face as he released the breath he had been holding. “I also extend an invitation to you and your friends to stay here at the castle for as long as you would like so that you may recuperate.”

“You are very kind and generous, Your Majesty,” Remiel said, forcing himself to sound humble. “But I do not wish to impose upon you or the other residents of your castle.”

“Do not let it worry you, Remiel,” Princess Celestia said with a kind smile. “Having you all here will be no trouble at all, and it is the least we can do after all you've been through.” Remiel bowed his head again.

“You truly are amazing, Your Majesties,” he told them. “Your people--I'm sorry. Your ponies are truly blessed to have such benevolent leaders.” All three princesses smiled warmly at him.

“Nay, Remiel,” Princess Luna replied. “It is we who are blessed to have such compassionate subjects.” A sudden surge of rage passed through him like lightning. How? How could these princesses who, if the stories he heard from Tinker’s family were true, held such power and longevity be so benevolent? How could they be so compassionate when time should have made them cynical and hard? An act. It all had to be an act. No creature in existence can be so warm after ruling or living so long.

“Indeed,” he told her in a kind tone, “With the exception of a handful, all the ponies I have met have been exceedingly generous and warm hearted.” Celestia gave him a warm, gentle smile.

“I'm glad you do not let your mistreatment at the hooves of Crimson Sky tarnish your view of ponies as a whole,” she told him. Remiel shook his head.

“I am not so naive as to believe that any one being is capable of representing an entire race,” he told her. “Aside from that, I know I wouldn't want my kind to be judged for the crimes of a few.” She nodded her head in understanding.

“With business aside, I would like to invite you to have tea later today,” Princess Celestia told him. “I would love to hear more about your family as well as where you are from.” Remiel noticed that Princess Twilight Sparkle’s took on an excited look.

“I would be honored to tell you of my land,” Remiel told them with a dip of his head. “However,” he paused. “This is difficult to say without sounding insane. You see, during my time with Heavy Axe and his family we came to the conclusion that...I may have been brought here from another world.” Princess Twilight Sparkle’s jaw dropped, but the other two princesses didn't even seem fazed.

“Heavy Axe told us about that suspicion,” Princess Celestia informed him.

“As strange as it sounds, it seems the only logical conclusion. My kind has scoured our entire planet but never found any traces of any other intelligent life.” That got a reaction out of all three of them.

“Your kind are the only sapient beings on your world?” Princess Luna asked, stunned. Remiel nodded his head. The conversation was likely to have gone on for some time, but a brown coated stallion stepped forward.

“Apologies, Your Majesties,” he said in a flat, professional tone, “but the delegates from the Empire will be arriving shortly.” Remiel was silently grateful for the stallion's interruption, he had preparations to make and contingencies to plan. That, and his chest was beginning to hurt again. Perhaps it was time for another pill. No, it was too soon. The doctor said only one every twelve hours. The princesses all seemed disheartened by that news, Princess Twilight Sparkle more so than the others. Princess Celestia seemed to pick up on that.

“Understood, Noteworthy,” she said in a kind voice. She then turned to Princess Twilight Sparkle. “Princess Twilight Sparkle, would you care to show Remiel and his companions around the castle?” The younger princess seemed conflicted, but her senior seemed to guess at her concerns. “We can handle the ambassadors from the Empire. Besides, I believe Mr. Blaz would qualify as an ambassador.” Remiel’s eyes widened in surprise.

Ambassador, he thought to himself. Yes, he could possibly use that to his benefit. Diplomatic Immunity could be very useful. Then again it would also be useless. If he displeased them they could easily ignore that status and prosecute him anyway. After all, it wasn't like he had country that would rush to his aid. He was alone here. He would have to play nice. At least when he was being watched. However, the title of ambassador would help open doors in higher circles among the nobility, so it wasn't entirely useless. During his mental debate with himself, he noticed Princess Twilight Sparkle was almost jubilant.

“Mr. Blaz,” she said, slightly regaining some royal composure, “I would be honored if you would allow me to give you a tour of Canterlot Castle.” Remiel bowed to the princess.

“The honor would be all mine, Your Majesty,” he replied graciously. When he looked up the princess was just beaming with joy, and for some reason that brought a small smile to his face.

“Well,” Princess Celestia declared with a smile, “that settles that. Stalwart, would you care to join them as well?” The stallion stepped away from the wall and bowed his head.

“I'll keep an eye on the foals, make sure they keep things appropriate,” he said with an evil grin. Remiel felt his face begin to color and could feel every eye in the room fall on him.

“Would there be a reason they would not?” Princess Luna asked.

“Aside from the colt having a crush? Nah.” Remiel felt like just laying down and dying. Never had anyone ever embarrassed him like this.

Stalwart, I'm going to skin you alive, Remiel thought darkly. And it is going to be slow. Maybe I'll use a rusty butter knife or a spoon.

“Is that so?” Princess Celestia asked in a very amused tone. Remiel gave an exasperated sigh.

“No, Your Majesty,” Remiel told her, getting his flushing face under control. “It is just a misunderstanding mixed with a lonely, single stallion's imagination.”

“With all due respect to our guest,” Stalwart said, taking on a more professional tone, “he's just being shy.”

“And all due respect to the honorable guard I suspect he wouldn't know attraction if it slapped him in the face as I doubt any mare or stallion has ever expressed any in him.”

“Not to belittle the knowledge of our otherworldly visitor,” Stalwart ribbed, refusing to be outdone once again, “but I have the same feeling about him as he seems to have failed to notice that our beloved Princess Twilight Sparkle has indeed taken a small interest in him.”

“I see you have proved my point for me by confusing curiosity for romantic interest,” Remiel fired back. Out of the corner of his eye, Remiel could see Stalwart give him a mischievous look while keeping his face completely professional.

“I agree with our esteemed human that he has piqued our princess’ curiosity but is blind to see what she is curious about.” A scowl slipped on to Remiel's face.

“I believe the lieutenant is allowing his imagination to overrule his logic. It is only natural she would be curious about my world, our customs, beliefs and other things. It is apparent that a lack of a love life has resorted in him daydreaming about other's relationships.”

“Oh, and just what kind of relationship do the two of you have?” Stalwart asked. Remiel realized his poor choice of words.

“I see,” Remiel said now turning to actually look at the stallion, “you have run out of misconceived notions to fuel your argument so you resort to twisting words.”

“You were the one that said ‘relationship’, I was simply asking you to elaborate,” he replied innocently, his eyes telling a different story.

“I would believe calling ourselves mere acquaintances at this point would be too familiar,” he replied.

“‘At this point’?” Stalwart fired back. Remiel gave another exasperated sigh. Stalwart was working his way from being skinned alive to being slowly lowered into a vat of acid.

“I am simply taking into consideration the fact that the Princesses have extended an invitation for me to temporarily take up residence in the castle and that it may result in chance meetings with Princess Twilight Sparkle and we may or may not grow more familiar with one another.”

“You sounded a little hopeful there, Rem,” Stalwart said with his trademark cheeky grin.

“And you've sounded delusional for the past five minutes.”

“Oh? Then was it a delusion of mine that you seemed reluctant to let go of the Princess’ hoof not too long ago?” Remiel had already opened his mouth to refute whatever Stalwart said, but he wasn't prepared for that. How did he even know about that? He was still in the throne room when that happened! Then he remembered Stalwart hanging back right before they entered the throne room. Somepony must have told him. So thanks to that, Remiel was now standing with his mouth open and a shocked look on his face.

“ENOUGH!” a voice bellowed from Remiel's right. He turned and saw two of the princesses were barely containing their mirth while the third’s face looked like it was going to change permanently from lavender to bright red. “Will both of you please stop talking like I'm not even here!?” In Remiel's defense, he had kinda forgotten they were there. Now his own face began to flush.

“Apologies, Your Majesty,” Remiel said hastily as he gave her a small bow. “I allowed myself to be drawn into Stalwart's childish game.”

“So I'm just the subject of some game?” she demanded hotly. The normal color of her coat was beginning to return, but her embarrassment only fueled her anger.

Where the hell did thatcome from?! Remiel yelled in his head. He had to do something to salvage the situation. “Of course not! I was just trying to defend both you and myself from-”

“So you think I need to be protected? That I can't take care of myself? I'll have you know that-”

“That's not what I'm saying!” Remiel said desperately, cutting her off mid sentence. “I'm was just trying to-”

“Trying to what?” Now Remiel was beginning to get angry.

“If you would let me finish a sentence I could tell you!” Remiel began to get the feeling that no matter what he said he would only be adding fuel to the fire. Unfortunately he didn't seem to care though.

“So I'm the bad guy?!”

“What?! No! I'm just asking for a chance to explain without being interrupted!”

“I think you did enough ‘explaining’ just a bit ago,” she said venomously, her eyes seemingly both cold and burning with rage at the same time. Scary.

“That was just--I was trying to!” Remiel threw his hands up in defeat. Of all the times his silver tongue could have failed him it had to be when he was pleading for his life to apony. He had made mafia Dons and African warlords tremble with fear by just speaking, but a pony, a mare, was making him look like an idiot. Oh how the mighty have fallen. “Why are you making this so difficult?!”

“Me?! I'm letting you explain but you don't seem to have anything to say!”

“If you wouldn't have interrupted me the first time-”

“So you're saying this is my fault?! You're the one who was taking about me like I wasn't even in the room!”

“What?! Stalwart was the one,” Remiel stopped as realization washed over him for a second time and it seemed to hit the princess at the same time. They were not alone. His face began burning like he had stuck it in a fire. Remiel didn't want to, but his head slowly turned to the rest of the room to see it full of ponies trying to contain their laughter. Stalwart had a large, toothy smile on his face. Remiel gave him a deer on the headlights look and softly spoke to him. “Stalwart, if you consider me a friend, please kill me now.” That broke whatever resistance the stallion had as he burst out laughing, several others joining him. Even the other two princesses began to giggle. Remiel felt like he could die of embarrassment right then and there. He had to escape. He looked up at the princess and saw she was having the exact same thought. Remiel knew what he was about to do would only add gasoline to the fire that was this scandal, but he needed to escape and now.

“Princess Twilight Sparkle,” he said with a much composure as he could muster, “I think this would be an excellent opportunity to begin that tour.” She looked at him in confusion then realized he was throwing her a lifeline.

“I-I think that's a great idea,” she said, already making her way down the stairs and past him.

“Your Majesties,” Remiel said to the other two princesses with a slight bow before making as dignified a retreat as a man desperate to escape with a hurting chest and unreliable leg could make. Princess Twilight Sparkle had already made some headway and had the large doors open for him. They walked out together as Stalwart jogged to catch up to them. They passed Remiel's group without stopping.

“What's going on?” he could hear Crystal Clear ask in a stunned voice. Remiel answered hastily without turning back.

“We're staying in the castle, the princess and Stalwart are giving us a tour, let's go!” he said in one breath, not slowing his pace in the slightest. He heard them fall in behind them and then whispering.

“What happened in there?” It was Storm Chaser.

“You missed a hay of a show,” Stalwart answered, still suffering from minor chuckles.

I hate you all, Remiel thought darkly. Another pain in his chest made up his mind for him. As soon as they stopped he was taking another pill, doctor's orders be damned.

-----Inside Throne Room----

It took more than a few minutes for all the mirth to leave the princesses, guards and scribes inside the throne room but it did finally begin to subside.

“Tia,” Luna said as she tried to regain her composure. “Do you think it was wise to allow dear Twilight Sparkle to be alone with Remiel and his companions?” Celestia calmly took a deep breath to fight back the giggles.

“She isn't alone,” she replied after letting the breath go. “Stalwart and Deep Cover are with her. Besides, I see what Deep Cover meant when he said he didn't see Remiel hurting anypony without reason.”

“Yes, but I'm sure you saw it as well,” Luna replied, now completely serious. Celestia nodded her head. She saw, or rather caught a glimpse of the darkness Deep Cover had spoke of. Such a look of merciless fury hidden beneath a mask of frailty and kindness. She had thought she had seen true darkness before, but not even Discord nor Tirek could match such a look. How had she missed it in their initial meeting? When he spoke of those criminals and those who selfishly hoard their wealth it was as if he looked upon them as insects he would gladly crush beneath him.

“Yet you still allow him to be near your former student?” Luna asked, surprised.

“I'm sure you saw it as well, sister,” Celestia responded. “The tenderness and joy in him when he spoke of his family. The unwavering determination in his eyes when he spoke of improving his world.”

“Those could have been false emotions like the ones he expressed in our first meeting.” Celestia shook her head.

“I don't believe they were. They felt sincere.” Celestia paused a moment. “It's as if something has changed since our first encounter with him. Something that is throwing him of his game as it were.” Luna donned a calculating look.

“Could it be Twilight?” Celestia shook her head again.

“If it was it would take much longer than this for it to be affecting him like this.” Luna sighed in annoyance

“Deep Cover was correct in his assumption of Mr. Blaz,” she said as she raised a hoof to her temple as if to massage a migraine away. “It appears nothing about him can be simple.” A small smirk came to Celestia's face.

“Then perhaps you should think about how excited Cadence will be when she learns of Twilight's ‘crush’?” she suggested. Her sister mirrored the smirk.

“I believe it's more amusing to picture Shining Armor’s reaction,” the lunar princess fired back. And with that laughter and chuckles filled the throne room once again.

The Tablet And Another Conspirator

Remiel lost count of the number of halls Princess Twilight Sparkle led him and his group down, but he did not voice any complaint. She undoubtedly was thinking the same thing as him: Get as far as possible before word spreads. Still, they were stopped dead in their tracks when Remiel's chest erupted in pain, spurring one of his episodes. It caused a small panic in the group when he suddenly collapsed and began hacking up blood and other undesirable substances. Dark Shadow and Heart Shield were the first to reach him, pulling him to his knees and offering him a handkerchief to wipe his mouth and face relatively clean.

After that small distraction their group proceeded at a much slower pace, allowing Remiel to recover. Dark Shadow was never more than a step away lest Remiel needed support, and the rest of his band of reformed and merry misfits were not much further away. Even Gentle Touch had begun to dote on him once again, much to his displeasure. He didn't hesitate to take a second pill.

With their pace now slowed, Princess Twilight Sparkle began to honestly give them a tour, reciting the castle's history as though she had trained to do this. She fielded questions with a kind smile and deft touch, though it was rare anypony aside from Remiel asked. It was one of Remiel's vices. He loved knowledge. Be it history, mythology, politics. Science was not his strong point, but he dabbled from time to time.

This castle was like a whole new drug for him,and he was at risk of becoming an addict. Every statue, every tapestry seemed to be rooted in some kind of historical event. Several times he and the princess had delved into deep conversion over trivial objects only for Storm Chaser or Stalwart to point out they were getting excited over a vase or a flower pot. They would both flush with embarrassment and move on, only to reignite the conversation over another piece only ten feet away.

Needless to say the group became very tired of constantly stopping to discuss the historical significance of ‘Trinkets’, Remiel and Princess Twilight Sparkle often scolding them for denoting the value of historical artifacts. Usually at the exact same time much to their own embarrassment. While that was amusing to the others at first, it seemed to lose its appeal over time. Stalwart had a nearby guard escort them to their rooms, only he and Dark Shadow staying with their group.

It was unfortunate in Remiel's opinion, for not long after they arrived at the castle's historical exhibit. Remiel felt like a kid that ended up getting locked inside Toys-R-Us after it closed. He eagerly examined each piece, the princess explaining what each one was in excruciating detail, much to Remiel's delight. There were swords from wars fought over a thousand years ago, the quills used to sign the treaty between the three pony tribes--unfortunately the treaty that shared the display case was only a replica--clay bowls that dated back to when pony civilization began, the armor Princess Celestia herself wore in an ancient campaign against the dragons, maps of the stars made by Luna’s own hoof. Remiel took a great interest in those, telling the princess that they shared many constellations but there were also some he didn't recognize and others he didn't see on them. She told him that Princess Luna would love to speak with him about astronomy so he made a mental note of that.

However, there was one piece that left him speechless. Not because of its historical value, but something else. It was a large piece of stone that looked like it had once been a wall. It was covered in pictures, not primitive drawings, but detailed depictions of...something. It was a city split directly down the center. One half was shrouded in darkness, seeming almost to twist upon itself. Buildings bent and curving at impossible angles, some even placed upside-down. The other was bathed in light and showed everything to be in perfect order. Buildings stood upright and straight, trees had leaves instead of...was that cotton candy? Then behind each half there stood a shadowy figure, both seeming to tower over their respective half of the distorted city. Over the darkness stood a figure that seemed to be sitting on an overturned chair that was balancing on the backrest, holding out a single hand that held a glowing chaotic swirl of what Remiel assumed to be magic. Behind the other the figure stood with an almost serene grace, holding its hands outstretched like a parent welcoming their child into their embrace. A semicircle of six different colored orbs surrounded it like an arch.

But there was a third figure. It stood directly behind the city, the dividing line of the light and darkness perfectly cutting it in half. It stood with its arms held out, making a ‘t’ shape. It was an imposing sight, and for some reason it unsettled Remiel.

“Nopony really knows anything about this,” Princess Twilight Sparkle’s voice said suddenly, causing Remiel to jump slightly. He was so caught up in the mural he had forgotten she was even there. “It was found lying in a field almost three centuries ago, but researchers estimate that it predates any other artifact here by at least a thousand years.” Remiel was speechless.

“Impossible,” he argued. “You're saying that this is thousands of years old, but that can't be possible.” The princess nodded her head in agreement with a small smile.

“That's what I thought when I first saw this as a filly,” she replied. “But science disagrees with us.” Remiel had to keep from laughing at that. Equestrian science was bipolar. They had medical technology that was on past with what they had on earth, but everything else seemed to be decades or even centuries behind. At least he couldn't fault their priorities.

“Still, this is thousands of years old, yet it looks like it was made with the precision of a machine,” he continued. “What's more,” he reached forward to touch it, but stopped himself and noticed the princess had moved to do the same, “I can't even begin to guess what this is made from. It would show signs of wearing if it was granite, sandstone would surely have worn away. Marble? No, that couldn't be it either.” The princess shook her head.

“It's not any kind of stone we've ever seen before,” she answered, sounding slightly excited. “It was lying in a field exposed to the weather and everything else but there are no signs of wearing and even the paint is still perfect. Not even tools or spells have any effect on it.”

“Something had an effect on it,” Remiel replied. Princess Twilight Sparkle gave him a confused look. He pointed to the edge where it looked like it was violently broken away from the rest.

“Oh yeah,” she said softly as realization hit her. “But, whatever did that must have been incredibly powerful.”

“Like an explosion?”

“An explosion powerful enough to break it would have been massive. It probably would have turned this to dust.” Remiel nodded in agreement.

“It is also likely there would have been more debris as well,” he mumbled to himself. “Was anything else recovered with it?” The princess shook her head.

“No. According to the journals of the original scientists there was nothing else in the field. They even excavated it and found nothing but dirt.” Remiel pondered it for a moment.

“So then the question then is, where did it come from?”

“So you came to that conclusion as well?” Princess Twilight Sparkle asked with a smile. He nodded his head.

“If it came from that area then there were undoubtedly be more pieces like it and a quarry for the stone somewhere in the area. The lack of either means that it was most likely brought there from somewhere else. Probably after whatever did this to it.”

“What makes it even stranger is the picture,” she continued. Remiel had to agree, it seemed almost religious in nature. Like the Egyptian hieroglyphs depicting their gods. She pointed to the figure on the right first. “Nopony knows who this is, but the orbs around it are undoubtedly the Elements of Harmony.”

“I think I remember Heavy Axe mentioning those,” Remiel commented. “What are they exactly? Some manner of super weapon?” The princess looked stricken by his words.

“No!” she declared loudly, taking Remiel by surprise. “The Elements are ancient magical artifacts that maintain harmony! To even think of using them as a weapon is, is.”

“My apologies,” Remiel said quickly, trying to reign the mare back to a calm state. “I know nothing about them. I'm sorry if I offended you.” The princess seemed to realize she had been shouting and took a deep breath to calm herself.

“I'm sorry,” she replied, now calm. “I overreacted. But no, the Elements are not weapons. They are more like...a filter. They cleanse ponies and others of chaos and malevolent entities.” Remiel nodded his head.

“So it's like a tool for exorcism,” he concluded. The princess gave him a confused look. “Where I'm from there are religions that believe there are evil entities that possess human bodies in order to carry out wicked deeds. Religious figures believe that by performing a sacred ceremony called an exorcism they can remove these wicked beings.”

“I suppose that does sound similar,” the princess concluded. Remiel then turned to the figure that ruled over the shadowy portion of the city.

“If the one on the right represents harmony, then I assume that one is the representation of disharmony.”

“Right, many believe that is a depiction of Discord,” she told him. Remiel gave her a confused look.

“Isn't that the same as disharmony?” She laughed softly.

“No, Discord is his name,” she informed him. “He is the spirit of disharmony.”

“Sounds like a charming fellow,” Remiel muttered quietly. She gave a soft sigh.

“You don't know the half of it,” she replied. “He's always going where he pleases when he pleases and makes life...difficult for everypony. Even though he says he's reformed.” Remiel gave her another confused look.

“You mean he's real?” he asked, stunned. She nodded her head.

“He's lived for thousands of years, even longer than the princesses,” she told him. “He once ruled all of Equestria, plunging it into a world of chaos and despair. It was only stopped when Princess Celestia and Princess Luna used the Elements of Harmony to turn him into stone.”

“But he's free again?” Remiel asked, trying to wrap his head around what he was hearing. She nodded. He then turned back to the mural. “Then wouldn't he be able to shed some light on this?”

“He refuses to even be in the same room as it,” she told him. “Researchers and historians have begged him for information, but he doesn't even talk about it.”

“Strange,” Remiel said softly.

“I think he just likes playing games and getting on everypony’s nerves.”

“Not that,” he told her. “Look, both he and his counterpart are on equal footing on this mural.”

“What's the significance of that?”

“I’m only assuming here, but I would think it represents a union of some kind. Perhaps an agreement of some sort. This may be a symbolic representation of them jointly ruling over some kingdom.”

“I find that hard to believe,” Princess Twilight replied. “They are complete opposites of one another. I doubt they, and by they I mean Discord, could be able to rule anything together.”

“Then perhaps it shows that they each ruled their own separate realm, respecting one another's territory.”

“I guess that's possible,” she conceded, still sounding doubtful.

“What can you tell me about this figure?” He pointed to the third figure that towered over both the city and the other two figures.

“Nothing,” she confessed. “Researchers have studied this for over a hundred years but they can't figure anything out about it. No symbols or anything to help identify who or what it's supposed to represent.” Remiel was disappointed by that.

“Whoever it is, they must have wielded great power or influence,” he told her.

“What makes you say that?”

“See how it stands above not only the city but the other two figures? If this is meant to be symbolic then that could symbolize this individual being above the other two. Maybe in power, maybe in importance. Perhaps even both.” He continued on without giving the princess time to respond. “It also shows him directly in the center of the city. It could be insignificant, but I don't think so.

“Someone went through great pains to make this and even greater lengths to make it so durable so I rather doubt that. Could it signal that he was neither harmonic or chaotic but separate from both of them? Perhaps it means that he's both. Or maybe a balance between the two?” Then it stuck him.

“That's it!” he declared happily.

“What?” the princess asked, stunned by his outburst.

“Balance!” he told her excitedly. “See, he's in both sides of the city but not really a part of either. Now, look at how he's standing; arms out to his sides like he's holding something in each of his hands. Does that remind you of anything?” It didn't matter even if she did have a guess because Remiel gave her no time to answer. “A scale! It's like he's weighing the balance between harmony and disharmony. It would also explain why he's placed above the others. If he was meant to keep order between them then he would certainly hold more authority than the other two!” He looked at the princess to see her staring at him in shock. It was then Remiel realized he had gone off on one of his mental debates, only this time he vocalized it.

“That's,” she started then stopped.

“Utter nonsense,” he told her, trying to play it off. “I allowed my imagination to get the better of me.”

“Actually, it's an interesting theory,” the princess told him. Remiel gave her a stunned look. “Though it seems fairly redundant.” Remiel's look turned to one of confusion. “You said the figure is an agent of order, but wouldn't that be considered part of harmony?”

“Actually I said balance,” Remiel corrected her. “And I see your point. Hm.” Remiel thought for a moment. “Perhaps he's an independent force. Neither discordant nor harmonic, but capable of both. Like a middle ground of sorts. A grey area.”

“Alright, but why would they need this figure?” the princess continued. “If they had one figure for chaos and another for order then why would they need a third?” An interesting idea.

“Let's backtrack to when I mentioned a scale,” Remiel replied. “Perhaps he's not weighing the balance between the two, but rather he's the tipping point. Perhaps it was his duty to sway the balance of power one way or the other.”

“But why would his ‘duty’ be necessary? If the world was in perfect harmony then wouldn't that be an ideal world?”

“Not necessarily. You see, if everything is perfect all the time then it could result in a stagnant populace. There would be no reason to make any progress. Add a little strife and chaos to things and it gives them obstacles to overcome, ever escalating problems to push them harder and harder.”

“That does make sense.” She seemed to agree with him, but she didn't sound pleased with it.

“It could also be a system of control,” Remiel continued. “Allowing civilization to advance to a particular point then destroying it all to allow the cycle to begin again.” The princess looked terrified.

“That's horrible!” she exclaimed. Remiel had to agree, but it also made sense.

“This is probably some kind of religious tale and every religion I know of has its own end of time prophesy. This may be something like that. Two forces battling one another. One fighting for prosperity the other battling for destruction. Then when the end comes a third force enters the fray to decidedly sway the battle in favor of one or the other.” He turned to the princess. “Makes for a good story, doesn't it?” She narrowed her eyes at him.

“You have a weird taste in stories,” commented dryly. Remiel chucked at that before waving in a dismissive manner.

“It's probably just a religious tale,” he told her. “But it's still fascinating. What kind of culture made it, and how? They must have been fairly advanced if they could make something like this. Also, if they dedicated this much effort to their art then what other feats did they accomplish? What kind of government did they have? How was their society structured? What happened to them?”

“I know right?” the princess said, getting excited once again. “This tablet gives us a peek into their world but it's impossible to learn anything else about them! Like what kind of magic did they use? How wide was their influence? Did they remain isolated with only one race or did they embrace many races? Were they imperialistic or diplomatic? Did they put a large emphasis on the arts or science or both? Did they worship gods? Does this depict their gods? Why is it the tablet has the Elements of Harmony and Discord on it?

“Yes the Elements and Discord are well known throughout the world, but how did they know of them? Princess Celestia and Princess Luna were first given the Elements maybe three thousands years ago.”

“Could the society that made this,” he motioned to the tablet, “be the ones who made the Elements?” The princess shook her head.

“No, the Elements originally came from the Tree of Harmony.” she told him. “Remember how I said that Celestia and Luna were given the elements? The Tree of Harmony gave them the Elements to combat Discord.”

“And this tablet predates that event?” The princess nodded her head. Remiel agreed, that was strange. If the Elements were first used by the two elder princesses then why did this show them being used before that? Could it have been another instance when the Elements were needed, used and then returned? Could that tale have been lost to history? One would think an event of that magnitude would have left more traces than just a broken tablet. Unless…

“Perhaps,” Remiel said softly as he focused intently on the tablet.

“Perhaps what?” Princess Twilight asked him.

“This is just a theory and it is full of holes,” Remiel replied, sounding uncertain. “You said the first known time the Elements were used was when Princess Celestia and Princess Luna used them against Discord, correct?”

“Yes,” she told him. “It happened thousands of years ago, but that is the first time they were used.”

“So you think,” Remiel replied. She gave him a confused look. “What if they were used before that? Many, many years before that?”

“Then surely there would be some kind of record of that happening,” Princess Twilight replied, adamant in her belief. “There would be legends, stories, ancient tablets…” She trailed off as it seemed to sink in. “You think this could be a record of somepony using the Elements millennia before the princesses found them?”

“It would explain why they are shown here,” he told her.

“But then why is this the only record of it happening?”

“Remember what I said earlier about the third figure? How he might be the tipping point to decide the battle one way or the other?” The princess looked mortified.

“You mean,” she couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence.

“It may have been a battle that harmony lost.” Everything in the room went silent as the grave for a moment.

“But the Elements have defeated Discord twice! How could he have won?!” Remiel gave her a serious look.

“And how close did Discord come to winning those battles?” Princess Twilight went to reply then quickly stopped.

“I can't speak for the battle that Princess Celestia and Princess Luna had with him, but when my friends and I fought him it was very close. He turned each of us into our exact opposites and that prevented us from using the Elements against him. We broke the spell eventually, but he still came close to winning.”

“So it's reasonable to say that if he had another helping him then it would have been a one sided battle in his favor.” The princess didn't reply to that. “Still, this theory may make for a good story but that doesn't explain this tablet.”

“What do you mean?”

“If my theory was correct then this tablet would have had to have been made before those events, otherwise the creators would have had more to worry about than making art. And if the Elements only appear when they are needed then why are they shown here when this depicts a more peaceful time?

“This tablet shows them on relatively friendly terms and the third figure not taking sides, so for my theory to hold any water then something would have had to change.” Remiel looked closer at it, as if getting closer would have the tablet tell him its secrets. “My theory is based on circumstantial things that may or may not have happened and assuming that what I theorized earlier was correct. Otherwise it's just an interesting story.”

“You have a weird idea of interesting stories,” the princess told him. Remiel smirked at that.

“That's the second time you've said that,” he replied as he straightened himself and fixed his tie. “I'll have you know that I pride myself on being weird.” The princess giggled at that.

“And you do it very well,” she complimented, still giggling. Remiel allowed himself a small chuckle as well. It felt refreshing to have someone, rather, somepony to bounce ideas off of.

“You've heard my take on this monstrously wonder mystery, what are your thoughts?” The princess recovered from her giggles and gave it some thought.

“In not sure, really,” she confessed. “Your theory makes some very interesting points, but I don't feel confident speculating on this without more information.” Remiel gave her a humored smirk.

“You listened to me rant my thoughts on this for the last few minutes and I know nothing of this world's history or workings. How confident do you think I felt?” That earned another giggling fit from the princess.

“Very true,” she replied. “I'm not sure really, but it's always given me this feeling.” Remiel gave her a confused look. “It's strange. I feel almost nostalgic when I look at it, like when you remember something happy.

“Personally I think you were right when you said this depicts a time when Harmony and Discord existed together peacefully. But I also get this feeling of dread and being sad and I don't know why.”

“I think that would be natural,” Remiel replied. She gave him a confused look.

“Why?”

“This may indeed show happy times, but it is undeniable that something happened to take that all away. After all, whatever culture made this tablet is gone, and this is the only evidence they even existed. It's only natural you would be troubled by the idea of what happened to them.” The princess gave him a soft smile.

“Yeah, I guess you're right,” she replied softly. For a moment they both just stood there, staring at the tablet. It would have been a tender moment, but somepony felt the need to remind the pair that they were not alone.

“Just kiss already!” a voice shouted from behind the two. It was then they both seemed to realize how close they had been standing to one another. Immediately Remiel and Princess Twilight Sparkle stepped away from each other as Remiel's head spun to see who had spoken. What he saw made his face burn with embarrassment. Dark Shadow and Stalwart stood near the entrance to the exhibit, both wearing cheeky grins.

Oh no, Remiel thought, terror creeping into him. Stalwart's grin is contagious and Dark Shadow has it now! The young man and princess composed themselves, not enough to look at each other, and moved back towards the two sentinels.

“I think we'll end the tour here,” Remiel heard the princess say.

“That sounds wonderful,” he replied. With great strength, Remiel turned to the princess and gave her a short bow. “It was an honor and a pleasure to have you show me the castle, Princess Twilight Sparkle.” He rose from his bow and saw the princess facing him, but not able to look into his eyes.

“The pleasure was all mine,” she replied. “I hope you enjoy your evening. Oh, and don't forget about the tea party later with Princess Celestia and Princess Luna.” Remiel felt a wave of nausea come over him. Earlier this morning he asked himself how much more his masculinity could suffer. It turns out it could suffer far greater ordeals. He'd be living a little girl's dream: a tea party with princesses that were also ponies. He felt a small piece of his soul die with that realization.

Powers that be have mercy on this wicked soul. “I cannot wait,” he lied. He dared a look at the princess and she had a faint smile on her lips, causing a similar smile to form on his own.

“Then I'll see you then,” she told him, sounding excited. “I can barely wait, I have so many questions about your world.”

“I'll answer them to the best of my abilities.” Her smile grew as she thanked him and took her leave. Remiel watched her depart for a moment before turning back to the two stallions, who were wearing very cheeky grins. Remiel felt his face begin to color again. “I believe I should wash up before I meet with the princesses again.” Stalwart completely ignored Remiel's poor attempt at directing the conversation and put an arm around his shoulders.

“What sad excuse for a first date was that?” he asked, laughing. “You get the princess alone and all to two talk about are dusty old relics? Colt, you and I need to have a talk about wooing mares.” Remiel shot a pleading look to Dark Shadow.

“Please kill me,” he said seriously, causing both stallions to erupt into laughter.

----Location Unknown----

“Enter,” a deep, masculine voice said as he heard a knock on his door. Suddenly the cheap piece of wood opened. Éminence Grice wasn't particularly fond of this hideout, but he found it left a particular impression on his associates that came here. It was located in a very nasty part of the slums in Canterlot. However, Ěminence Grice had nothing to fear from the gangs or random thugs that prowled the alleys. All they knew was he had been granted protection by their leaders. What they didn't know was that he was their leader.

Éminence Grice controlled every aspect of the Equestrian underworld. No banks were robbed without his blessing, no couple mugged without his permission, no piece of fruit lifted from a stand unless he allowed it. It had been foals play subduing the Equestrian underworld. He had done it in just under five years. He never set out of be a criminal mastermind, but it all just fell into place. It all started when he was still a colt in school.

One day one of the bullies beat him senseless for some nonexistent slight. The next day that same bully had been beaten to a pulp by his former friends. All it took was a whisper here, a rumor there, and just a small push. It was the day he had gotten his Cutie Mark, a crown suspended by strings. It was then he knew that he was meant to rule, but from the shadows. He was meant to control others to do his bidding, and profit from it.

He looked up from the small game of chess he had been playing with himself to see a large earth pony stallion with mint colored fur and a blue mane.

“What is it, Earth Breaker?” he asked.

“Our source in the castle just reported in,” the earth pony replied. “She gave us some information regarding what happened to Crimson Sky.” That got Éminence Grice’s attention. Somehow the princesses had kept their raid on Crimson Sky's operation secret even from him. He was not pleased. Crimson Sky may have been an idiot, but he was an idiot that brought in tons of bits. Éminence Grice had warned him about using slave labor obtained by raids, but the foal didn't listen.

“Let's have it then,” he answered, wondering whom he was going to have to pay off this time.

“He was killed by a being called a human,” the stoic thug replied. For the first time in years, Éminence Grice was surprised. Killed? Human?

“Tell me everything.” So the thug relayed the information. Apparently this ‘human’ came from another world and was captured by Crimson Sky. Also, there was stone speculation that it may not have been self defense as the human had claimed. Regardless, even if it was murder there was nothing to convict him. Éminence Grice was now very interested in this human. He had undermined Crimson Sky with ease and possibly gotten away with murder. That was the sign of a professional. He had use of somepony with that level of skill, but it also made this human dangerous. Crimson Sky was a foal, but he was still careful and prone to suspicion. For him to be deceived so easily meant this human could possibly pose a threat to his operations.

It also meant he could be a worthy adversary, something Éminence Grice had been craving. “I wish to meet with this, Remiel,” he said, excitement leaking into his voice. “You said he traveled with that family that was seeking to produce those self propelled carriages, yes? Use them to bring him to me.” The mint green stallion nodded his head and left the room. A wicked smile came to Éminence Grice’s face. It seemed he would not be bored for much longer.

The Mask of A Fool

A soft moan of discomfort escaped Remiel's lips as his stiff limbs began to move. Slowly his eyelids parted to reveal a dark and blurry world. He let out an exasperated breath as an overpowering heat hit his body. Wh-Where am I? he thought to himself, his mind as hazy as his vision. He attempted to move his left arm, and through some minor pain and stiff joints the limb heeded his commands. He brought the band to his face and proceeded to rub the tiredness from his eyes, as well as to try and ease his pounding skull.

When he lowered his hand he attempted once more to examine his surroundings. What he saw was what appeared to be a white sheet stretched over metal loops above him, a thick brown blanket covering his body and piles of boxes on either side of him. He forced his body into a sitting position, ignoring the protests of more stiff muscles, and as he did the blanket fell to reveal his bare chest, and a scar that ran almost perfectly straight from his collarbone down to his stomach.

Why am I shirtless? He shook his head. No. Where am I? What happened? Suddenly the haze in his mind vanished and everything came rushing back to him. Matthew becoming possessed by the relic and forcing it into his hands, the pain, and then the merciful darkness. Then there was that voice, the voice that spoke nonsense into his ears. Callous Reaper? What did it mean by that? Remiel did not pretend to be a saint, but he didn't simply go around killing anyone who displeased him. No, he only ordered the deaths of those whose sins demanded such.

He shook his head to rid himself of the thoughts. He was right. The voice, if it had even truly been there, spoke nonsense. In all likelihood it was an attempt by the relic to undermine his will and slowly drive him insane as it had undoubtedly done to others. The thought suddenly caused Remiel's heart to stop. The relic! Where was it? Remiel began frantically looking all around himself. His search caused him to freeze as he got a good look at his left arm.

Lines as black as the darkest night covered his arm like dozens of tentacles, weaving in and out of one another in a strange but beautiful design the full length of his arm and even his hand before they all converged in a single point on his left palm. He looked at the beautiful monstrosity in shock. Where had it come from? The only thing he could think of was the relic was somehow responsible for it. Carefully examining the markings he noticed they did create similar designs to those he saw on the orb so it was indeed possible. However, he had never heard of a relic binding itself to a person. Just what kind of abomination had he unleashed on the world?

A sound coming from nearby woke Remiel from his thoughts. He was silent as he listened, and the sounds soon began to resemble humming. Someone was out there! Remiel silently cursed his scholarly mind for distracting him from more pressing matters, such as where he was. Remiel began to rise from where he lay, when suddenly light came pouring into the small, cramped space. Remiel's eyes flinched from the sudden brightness and heard the humming stop and was replaced by a gasp.

"Hello? Is someone there?" Remiel asked, his voice dry and cracked.

"I-It can talk," a shocked, female voice gasped. Remiel didn't like that one bit.

"My apologies, ma'am," he said while waiting for his eyes to adjust, "but it is rather rude to refer to another as an 'it'." As he finished speaking his eyes finally adjusted and looked towards his feet, where the sound of the voice came from and saw the person who spoke. Or rather he thought that it was a person. His mind went blank as it tried and failed to comprehend just exactly what it was he was looking at. The being had hair as did a human, a light silvery color, two eyes, a gorgeous golden color, and a nose as a human did, and he was assuming that it was what spoke so it could speak as a human did. Those, however, were where the similarities ended.

To begin with, the female, at least the voice sounded female, didn't have normal human ears. In fact they closely resembled that of an equine. And then she was covered in fur, not skin, but a light turquoise coat of fur. A few moments went by when neither of them said a word, until Remiel broke the silence.

"I must still be asleep," he said softly to himself.

"No, you're awake," the woman said, still stunned. Remiel looked back at her with a blank stare.

"Forgive me if I do not take your word for it," Remiel replied. "I shall have to test that for myself."

"And how will you do that?"

"Like so." To his immediate left looked to be a wooden crate, so taking his head in his right hand he used all of his strength to bash his own head against it. He regretted his actions instantly. His head exploded with pain as he raised his hand to the affected area and felt a warm liquid swiftly pouring from what felt like a cut. He was mortified. How could he feel pain in a dream? It wasn't possible. Suddenly Remiel felt the surface he lay on shift slightly and suddenly the strange woman was hovering over him. Before he could react he felt the woman seize his head and press something soft against his wound.

"Are you crazy?" she demanded. "You could have seriously hurt yourself!" Remiel was at a loss for what to do so he simply sat still as the woman treated his injury. After a few moments of sitting still, and the woman berating him for his foolishness, the woman finally crawled back away from him, some manner or cloth wrapped around his head. "There. Now the next time you do that you're going to take care of it yourself, got it?"

"Yes," Remiel answered calmly, finally managing to get his confusion and worry under control enough to slip his mask on. "My apologies for my brash actions. I wasn't thinking clearly." Indeed. If he had he would have remembered the splitting headache he had when he awoke or simply pinched himself instead of trying to crack his skull open. The woman gave him a satisfied smile.

"As long as we understand each other I'll forgive you this once."

"My thanks, Miss," he started but couldn't finish since he didn't know her name.

"My name is Healing Touch," she said happily from where she sat near Remiel's feet.

"A beautiful and very fitting name," Remiel said with a slight smile. What manner of name is that? "My name is Remiel Blaz, but I would be most thankful if you called me Rem." She gave him a confused look.

"That's a pretty strange name." My, she certainly doesn't beat around the bush.

"Yes, even for my people it is a rather odd and old fashion name I must admit."

"So...what are you exactly?"

"I am a human being, my dear lady," he responded with a cheery tone. "I'm afraid I must ask you the same question though."

"Me? I'm a pony." Remiel kept his cheery face in place but inside he was incredulous. A pony? A small horse that walked on four legs and had absolutely no capability for human speech? "You've never seen a pony before?" Remiel shook his head.

"I have seen ponies before, but they were a different manner of being than you."

"What?" Healing Touch asked, confused. "How could they be ponies but be different from me?"

"To begin with they were not nearly as colorful as you and instead of walking on two legs and feet they walked on four legs and hooves. Also they possessed no capacity for speech." He wasn't going to mention the pony he had come into contact with as a child was a foul tempered beast.

"That sounds...boring," she answered. It was a better reaction than Remiel had planned on,but he couldn't shake the feeling that this woman, or would it be mare?, thought he was insane.

"Forgive the rather brutish description. I must sound a touch insane to you." The mare laughed softly at him.

"Just a little, and hitting your head against a crate didn't help." Remiel forced a small chuckle in agreement, but he felt as though his actions were something she was never going to let him live down. "But I've never heard of a human before. Where are you from?"

"My estate is located in the countryside of the state of Indiana in the great nation of the United States of America."

"Never heard of it."

"A shame. If you had you may have been able to give me directions on how to return home." Remiel would have been surprised if she had heard of it, but her not knowing confirmed a dark thought he had pushed to the back of his mind: he was no longer on earth. "You see, I don't a sliver of an idea of where I am or how I got here." Though he hated it, it would seem his best bet would be to play the ignorant and inept lost traveler in hopes of gaining this mare's assistance.

"Magic," she said plainly, causing Remiel's heart to stop for a moment. How did she know about magic?

"Magic?" Healing Touch nodded her head.

"You just suddenly appeared in a ball of light in the middle of our camp so I'd guess magic was involved." Surprisingly she didn't seem all that disturbed by it.

"I-I see," Remiel stuttered.

"Is something wrong?" Remiel shook his head.

"Magic...Magic is just a superstition. There must be some other explanation for what happened." Healing Touch looked at him with a concerned face. "Is something wrong, Miss Touch?"

"I'm wondering if you hit your head harder than I thought," she said, sounding slightly worried.

"May I ask why?"

"You think magic isn't real, but that's just silly." Remiel didn't have to fake his confusion.

"How so?"

"Well if it wasn't for magic, then unicorns would just be ponies with horns, pegasi wouldn't be able to live on the clouds or control the weather, and how would the princesses raise and lower the sun and moon?" Remiel's confusion only grew with each and every item she listed off, but when she mentioned beings that could raise and lower the sun and moon it took everything he had to not let his skepticism leak onto his face.

Surely that must be some type of religious superstition used by their leaders to justify their rule, Remiel thought to himself. He didn't like the method, but it was certainly effective. People were less likely to revolt if they needed their leaders to make the sun rise. "That. That sounds more insane than my description of ponies." The mare pursed her lips at his statement. "Unicorns? Pegasus? They are legends, not real creatures. Living in clouds and controlling the weather along with the sun and moon? Those simply are not possible."

He had to play this carefully. He had to plant the seeds in her mind that he had no clue what magic was and therefore no idea of his capabilities. Though his disbelief of the things she was describing came easily to him. If he kept on this path she may come to the conclusion herself that he was not of this world. If so and in his clueless and harmless state she may be more forthcoming with information. Also, it may be in his best interest to let these ponies underestimate him and think him incompetent.

"Now I'm positive you hit your head harder than I thought. Especially since my husband and son are unicorns you don't seem to think are real." Remiel's eyes went wide. There were more of them? Of course there were more, how else would she exist if her parents were not that way as well, and earlier she did say that he had appeared in 'their' camp.

"Forgive me, I meant no offense. Its just that magic is nothing more than a myth where I am from, as are unicorns and the legendary Pegasus."

"Pegasi." Remiel gave her a confused look. "The plural form of pegasus is pegasi."

"There is more than one?" Healing Touch let out an exasperated sigh. Perhaps he didn't need to feign clueless, he seemed to be doing fine without trying.

"Are you sure you're alright?"

"I am beginning to have my doubts." That earned a small laugh from the mare.

"Maybe getting some more rest will help you." Remiel gave her a small smile.

"Your concern and kindness are greatly appreciated, Mrs. Touch, but I feel as though I have leached off your generosity for long enough. I shall begin to pull my own weight and then some in hopes to pay back this debt."

"I don't think so," she said firmly. "With you talking crazy and hitting your head you won't be doing any heavy lifting for some some time." Remiel nodded his head to her.

"As you wish, but I would very much so like a bit of fresh air. My arms and legs are stiff enough as it is and I would like to stretch them. I swear I shall not do any heavy lifting until you clear me to do so." Healing Touch seemed to think it over for a few moments before finally nodding her head.

"Alright, but let me go and get some of my husband's spare clothes. Can't have you going around camp naked." Remiel's eyes shot wide as he lifted the blanket slightly to see how he was indeed covered by nothing but the blanket.

"That would be most appreciated, Mrs. Touch," he said, feeling slightly embarrassed but not allowing his cheeks to color. He was used to doctors examining him, but he wasn't expecting to be going commando at this particular moment. Why was he naked anyway? "May I ask where my clothes are?"

"Yes you may," she answered. "I took them this morning to wash them."

"I see. Thank you, but I feel guilty." Healing Touch gave him a confused look. "You have been nothing but kind to me, a stranger you have never met before, and I have little to offer in way of repayment." Healing Touch laughed at him.

"Don't worry, it's in my nature to help somepony in need. And once you're healed up you'll repay us by helping out around camp." Remiel gave her a genuine heartfelt smile.

"It is a deal, my lady, and I shall not forget this act of kindness for as long as I shall live." However short that may be. Healing Touch smiled warmly back at him.

"No need to get all sentimental about it. Now, you stay here and I'll be right back with those clothes." Remiel nodded to her and smiled as she departed to get the clothes. The second the canvas flap closed behind her his mind was a flurry of thought and planning.

Magic. They possess magic here. It was a seemingly miraculous discovery. Perhaps simply being here would be enough to extend his life, restoring his natural magical reserves. Even though his position was more harrowing than he had originally believed, perhaps there was a way to return home. The thought caused his heart to drop. Home. Dear powers that be, how long have I been away? After his disappearance they would have undoubtedly spirited Josh Longman away to the estate and declared him the new Grey King, but how did the Council react? Had they invaded in an attempt to take his land, or were they biding their time until the next summit? If they were doing the latter, than Remiel had nothing to fear. With luck he would have returned by then, and if not the Council's fate was sealed anyway.

Knowing that worrying about something he could no longer influence was a waste of his time, Remiel began to ponder more on his current situation. Healing Touch, and by association those who traveled with her, seemed to be a very kind and caring group so it was unlikely they would abandon him to make his own way. He was not accustomed to living off the charity of others, and he did not like it but the situation required it. He would find a way to repay their kindness twofold, but for the meantime he would have to learn what he could from them and see if they would have any leads on where to begin his search for a way to return home.

Suddenly the flap leading to Remiel's resting place opened, but instead of seeing Healing Touch as he had thought he would he saw a young pony with a light crimson coat, a dark blue mane, and golden eyes. This one even had a horn on his head. Remiel and the young pony simply stared at one another for a moment.

By the powers that be, she was telling the truth. This child is a unicorn!

"H-Hello," the young pony, a boy from the sound of his voice, said shyly. Remiel quickly smothered his shock and gave the boy, or colt he supposed, a warm smile.

"Greetings, my name is Remiel," he said as kindly as he could. The young colt seemed to jump when he spoke, but Remiel acted as non-threatening as he could. "May I have the pleasure of your name?"

"Huh?" the colt asked. Remiel wanted to sigh but instead chuckled.

"What's your name?"

"Oh! I'm Tinker!" the colt replied enthusiastically. Tinker? Where did these ponies come up with these names? Despite his exasperation at their choices in names he wondered if his name was as oddly prophetic as Healing Touch's. "You talk weird." Remiel gave a hearty laugh at that.

"Yes, it must seem strange to one as young as yourself. My apologies, but this is how I was raised to speak."

"Oh," Tinker responded. "You talk like the nobles in Baltimare." Baltimare? Was that some kind of pun?

"Do I now? Does that mean I look noble as well?" Remiel did his best to strike a heroic pose, though it was difficult to do while sitting down with no shirt on.

"No, you look funny," Tinker replied with a small laugh. Remiel quickly feigned hurt at the colt's words.

"Oh the indignity of it all! I shall never be able to show my face again!" He brought up his right forearm to cover his face in a melodramatic way. Tinker laughed at his show and Remiel couldn't help but smirk. He had always loved children, so full of life and potential. They were one of the few things that could bring a smile, a real smile, to his face.

"You're funny." Remiel lowered his arm to show the colt his smirk. "Oh! Mom wanted me to bring you these." He lifted his arms and Remiel saw he held a pile of clothes.

"My thanks, Tinker," Remiel said as he leaned forward and accepted the articles. "Now I must beg you for a moment of privacy while I clothe myself."

"Huh?"

"I need to get dressed," Remiel told him with a smirk.

"Oh!" Tinker exclaimed. "It was nice meeting you, Mr. Remiel!"

"Likewise, my young friend. And, please, call me Rem!"

"Ok, Mr. Rem!" Remiel chuckled softly at the young colt before a feeling of sadness washed over him. He adored children, but they also brought out a sadness rooted deep within his heart. What is the matter with me? I made my decision and I will not change my mind. He quickly suppressed the feeling and attempted to rise to his feet, but hit it head on one of the metal rings that supported the cloth ceiling. Well, this should be most interesting.

It took him a few moments to get dressed while hunched over, but when he finally did he was wearing a red shirt and tan trousers that were fairly loose on him and required him to hold them up with one hand. It wasn't the snug, tailor made outfits he was accustomed to, but they were comfortable, and that was more than he could say for most of his own. Now freshly clad in clothes, Remiel made his way to the exit and pulled the flaps open to reveal a very bright and largely open world. He appeared to be a small camp alongside a dirt road that consisted of a medium sized tent and a humble sized wagon that he had been resting in.

He dropped down from the wagon, his feet landing on some particularly sharp rocks, and looked around for any sign of Healing Touch or Tinker. He found them standing near a tall and sturdy looking man, no he's a stallion, with a tan coat and a dusty blonde mane and tail, and he didn't look particularly happy. Judging from his facial expression and the hushed, but angry tones of their voices he could only assume they were arguing. He didn't have to be a master at reading others to know what their argument was about, he just had to think of how best to approach the situation. His time was cut short when the stallion in question looked over and saw him standing there. A strange silence fell over the couple as they were now both looking at him. Deciding he should make the first move, Remiel approached them with a bright smile

"You must be Healing Touch's husband," Remiel said with a bright and cheery tone, holding out his right hand to shake the stallion's hand. "My name is Remiel Blaz and it is a pleasure to make the acquaintance of the stallion who stole this fine mare's heart and raised such a wonderful child." The stallion's blue eyes went wide with shock as he nervously reached out to shake Remiel's hand.

"Heavy Axe," the stallion replied.

"Ah, a strong name for a stallion with a strong grip." Indeed, his handshake was almost as painful as Juan's. "I must thank you."

"F-For what?" Heavy Axe, seriously where did they come up worth these names, asked. It seemed Remiel coming on strong had put him off balance, exactly what he had hoped for.

"Firstly for taking me in when by all means you could have left me, and secondly for loaning me these comfortable clothes to wear."

"D-Don't mention it," he replied.

"Truly your family has been a godsend, and I shall endeavor to repay your kindness in any way I can."

"Alight," Heavy Axe replied. "It's nice to meet you too, I guess."The stallion looked from Remiel to his wife and shook his head. "I'm going to go get some firewood for camp tonight."

"I shall accompany you," Remiel told him.

"No you shall not," Healing Touch said sternly. "I told you: No heavy lifting." Remiel bowed his head to her.

"And heavy lifting I shall not do, but I don't believe that carrying an armful of twigs and branches would count as heavy lifting, no?"

"Don't worry H.T., I'll make sure the colt doesn't get himself hurt," the imposing unicorn said. Heavy Axe turned to Remiel then looked down at his feet. "Follow me, I got some spare boots you can use, those fancy shoes won't do much to protect your hooves." Remiel smiled warmly at him. So they still called their feet hooves than?

"I would be most grateful, Sir Axe," Remiel said kindly.

"'Sir'?" he asked.

"Forgive me if I am wrong, but it seems to me as though you have spent some time in the military."

"Aye, spent a decade or so in the princesses' guard."

"An honorable occupation, you have my respect." Heavy Axe seemed pleased with that and it was the least he could do after pouring him off by coming on so strong earlier.

"Alright, follow me. And none of that 'sir' nonsense, I ain't in the guard anymore."

"One branch of the military where I am from has a saying: 'Once a marine, always a marine.' They are proud, strong warriors that live for their fellow comrades."

"Sounds like the guard," Heavy Axe said as he smirked and opened a trunk, pulling out a large pair of worn boots. "See how those fit." Remiel took the boots and stared at them with one thought.

How in the seven levels of Hell am I supposed to keep these things from falling off? The boots in question were massive, but Remiel set them down and slid his right for into one. There was much space left over that his foot just couldn't occupy, but he laced up the strings and tied it as tightly as he could. Afterwards he picked his foot up, and the boot slid down his leg a couple inches. I can foresee complications in my near future. Seeing there was naught he could do about it Remiel put on the second boot and was met with the same result. Walking was going to be incredibly awkward. Remiel looked over to Heavy Axe and saw him smirking. Remiel sighed in acceptance and turned to the large pony.

"Take this too," the unicorn said as he tossed Remiel a belt. "You're gonna have enough problems walking as it is." Remiel thanked him and wrapped the belt around himself.

"Where shall we begin our search?" Remiel asked, pretending to ignore Heavy Axe's amusement at his predicament.

"This way." Heavy Axe turned and headed towards a small forested area not too far from the camp, and Remiel half walked, half waddled after him. Behind him he could faintly hear Healing Touch and Tinker snickering at him. He brushed it off and let his mind wander. After all, how hard could gathering a few branches and twigs be?

Daggers and Plots

Remiel lay slumped in a chair, but it was not the comfortable green chair he liked so much. No, this was one of the chairs in Crimson Sky's study. Most of his body screamed in agony. Crystal Clear had really done a number on him this time, but it was necessary. His left eye was swollen shut, his jaw dislocated. Bruises covered most of his body and it was likely that even a few of his ribs were cracked. It took all of his willpower just to remain conscious. Across from him sat a very angry Crimson Sky. After he had Crystal Clear rough him up, Crimson Sky and Swift Wing had appeared at his doorstep and drug him here.

"You said that nopony would come looking for you," Crimson Sky said in a calm voice that betrayed none of the anger Remiel knew he held beneath.

"I-I didn't know," Remiel said weakly. "I only...I only met that small family. I-I didn't know they'd send a search party for me." Crimson Sky nodded to a figure standing beside Remiel, and Remiel found himself being hoisted into the air by Swift Wing. Suddenly he felt something hit him hard on his ribs, causing him to cry out in anguish as he felt something break. Remiel was then unceremoniously dropped on the floor to writhe in pain.

"Those aren't just any Royal Guards," Crimson Sky continued. "They are part of Princess Celestia's personal guard. The best of the best. They wouldn't send them to look for just anypony." The princess' personal guard? Just what kind of strings did Heavy Axe pull?

"W-Why would I want the guards to find me?" Remiel asked weakly. "I-I'm now an accomplice to what's going on here. I have just as much to lose as you!" Remiel saw Swift Wing look to his employer, then brought his foot back and delivered a hard kick to his stomach. Remiel gasped in pain as the blow forced all the air out of him.

"Good, at least you realize that much," Crimson Sky's voice called. "But I fear I have been too lenient with my handling of you. You have earned my trust as well as my respect, but nothing must come in the way of profit. You understand." Remiel heard footsteps approach him from behind. "Stand him up." Remiel felt a strong pair of hands lift him to his feet and turn him so he could look Crimson Sky in the eye. "It pains me to have to do this, but I must show you the punishment for what happens to those who displease me." Remiel had a bad feeling about what was going to happen. Crimson Sky pulled out a Source Stone and held it in his left hand. "You've been curious about the reason these stones are so valuable, correct? Allow me to show you." He clenched the stone in his hand and it began to glow.

This was bad, if the stallion was about to do what he thought then the ability that the relic gave him was about to be revealed. Remiel braced for the markings on his arm to begin to glow, but instead his world went white with pain and it felt as though he was burning from the inside out. A scream of pure agony flew from his lips as the pain took hold. Remiel wasn't sure how long he was caught in the throes of agony. Seconds? Minutes? The pain blotted out all else in its wake. Finally the pain receded and Remiel's body went limp.

"Let that be a lesson of what happens to those who displease me," he could faintly hear Crimson Sky say. "Take him back to his room. Have Crystal Clear make sure he doesn't leave." Swift Wing didn't respond, or at least not that Remiel could hear. As the world around him went dark all Remiel could think was: Why didn't the relic absorb the magic?

Remiel hovered in darkness for what felt like an eternity. He was numb, tired, and angry, but rest was denied to him. He found himself being jostled and his eyes weakly opened. The world was a blur at first but slowly began to refocus. He found himself lying on his back, staring at a white ceiling. He looked to his right then left, identifying his surroundings as his room. When did he get here?

"I think he's waking up," a familiar voice said. Remiel turned to the voice and saw a muscular earth pony standing guard at the foot of his bed. The pony had a dark brown coat and a tan mane.

"Steel Sword," Remiel said to the stallion. The stallion nodded to him. Of all the followers Remiel had gained, Steel Sword was the toughest, but also the one that made Remiel the most wary. He didn't know the stallion's tale of how he came to work for Crimson Sky, but his dislike of the slaver made him join Remiel's side. Remiel trusted him to oust Crimson Sky, but no more than that. Remiel moved to sit up, but a firm pair of hands forced him back down, causing him to hiss in pain.

"Don't move, you're still hurt," he heard Gentle Touch say.

"I'm fine," Remiel assured her. "I've been through worse." He looked at the mare and saw a fire in her eyes.

"I don't care, you're not moving until you've rested more." Remiel was still surprised at how frank and commanding she had become. He had tried to set her straight but she proved she could be just as headstrong as her sister. He gave up after a while and let the mare do as she pleased, that was a big mistake. Since then she made it her mission to be a mother hen and try and dictate everything he did. That he put a stop to. Now she just did it on occasion and usually when he needed it most. Despite knowing better, it did feel nice to have somepony that seemed to care about him. However, she was the only one he allowed to see his softer side. As far as the others knew he was just a few shades less evil than Crimson Sky.

"Very well," he conceded. He then turned his attention back to Steel. "Any word from Storm Chaser?" The stallion nodded.

"He returned a while ago," Steel Sword answered. "Said he dropped the note off in the room the guards are staying in."

"He wasn't seen?" Remiel asked.

"So far as we know, nopony saw him," the large stallion answered. Remiel sighed deeply.

"Then make sure that he is placed on a detail that has at least one other of our small group in it," Remiel told him.

"So you do care," Steel Sword said smugly.

"About making sure that nopony that can disclose my plans to Crimson Sky is captured, yes," Remiel replied in an indifferent tone. "Any word on what the guards are doing now?"

"They're leaving in a few hours," Steel Sword answered. Remiel thought for a moment.

"How long do you think it would take them to return with a sizable force?" Remiel asked

"Since we are at least a two day walk from the nearest town, I'd say a week, maybe more." Remiel gave the stallion a confused look.

"When I was captured we were less than a day's travel from the capital," he said. The stallion fished through his pocket and pulled out a small jar filled with a sickly green liquid with a stopper on the end.

"They call it 'Nap Time'," Steel explained. "Whoever drinks it winds up in a comatose like state of sleep that is only lifted by the antidote." Remiel's eyes narrowed in quiet fury. That did explain how such an operation could go undiscovered when he thought it was so close to the capital.

"And how far are we from Canterlot?" The stallion thought for a moment.

"Well, from the nearest town you'd take the train and that'd be at least a two day trip, so four days in total. Let me revise what I said earlier, it might take close to two weeks for the guard to return." Remiel sighed to cover up the anxiety building inside of him. When he came to this world he had perhaps ten months to live. He thought he had been here for less than one but it was looking as though it was somewhere between one month and a month in a half. Time was proving to be no ally to him. Then something gave Remiel pause, and a smile came to his lips.

"Crafty bastards."

"What?" Gentle Touch asked.

"I'm nearly a week's travel from the capital," he answered.

"Yeah, that's what I just said," Steel Sword replied.

"However, I went missing less than a day's travel from the capital," Remiel said, his smile widening.

"I don't get it," Steel responded.

"Why would they come this far out to search for me?"

"Because they couldn't find you close to the capital?" Gentle Touch asked. Remiel shook his head.

"Those guards aren't searching for me."

"What?" Steel Sword asked.

"Why would you send your elite guards to search for a missing person?"

"The princesses care for all their subjects," was Steel Sword's reply. Was that reverence in his voice? Why wasn't he concerned about the guards? If he were found out he would be looking at a severe punishment for his crimes. Unless he had no reason to be afraid. Remiel dismissed it for now and continued his explanation.

"But I'm not one of their subjects so that is irrelevant. This search for me is a lie. It's merely a pretense to search the town," Remiel said happily. "If they just showed up unannounced and for no reason it could cause Crimson Sky to run and potentially do something to harm the ponies enslaved at the mine."

"So they already know?"

"Or at the very least suspect something."

"But we saw them coming and I doubt they saw any of what's really going on here."

"Until they received my letter."

"I still don't see what you're so happy about," Steel replied, frustrated.

"There is quite a bit of wooded areas around here where you could hide a large group. Tell me, have all the lookouts reported back yet?"

"All but the ones at the western forest," Steel Sword answered. It was then realization dawned on his face.

"Exactly," Remiel said in a cheery voice.

"What?" Gentle Touch asked.

"Steel Sword, gather everypony, we may not have much time and we have much to do." Steel Sword nodded his head and dashed out of the room.

"What's going on?" Gentle Touch asked.

"I want you to go to the staff," Remiel told her, ignoring the question. "Tell them that something is about to happen and when it does that they should flee into the forest and hide until things die down, I don't want them getting in the way of my plans." In truth, they were the only reliable witnesses that could identify Crimson Sky as the leader and Remiel didn't want to risk him killing them to cover his tracks.

"Remiel," she sounded afraid. "What's going on?"

"The Royal Guard is just outside the town," he told her. A shocked look crossed her face. "Yes, they're going to attack just before the sun rises."

"That's only a few hours away," she gasped.

"Good, then we still have time," he replied in a soothing voice.

"Now that the guard's here, we can just let them handle Crimson Sky, right?" Remiel pondered that for a moment, or at least pretended to.

"You're right, but we must still ensure that he can't escape or hurt anypony, right?" In truth, Remiel was going to ensure that he was dead before the guards even breached the manor.

"Right," she answered.

"Now go and warn the staff," Remiel said kindly. The mare gave him a look that told him wasn't comfortable with leaving him in his current state, but nodded.

"I'll be right back," she told him. And with that she left his room. Remiel felt a familiar pain in his chest that he knew all too well. It was the feeling of betraying the belief of those who believed there was some shred of good in him. The poor girl, she wanted so badly to believe in him, but there was no chance of Remiel letting Crimson Sky leave this place in anything but a casket. Remiel banished the thoughts from his mind. There would be time to dwell on his shortcomings later, now he had to formulate an entirely new plan. Only a few minutes passed before Crystal Clear entered his room.

"What was everypony in such a hurry for?" she asked.

"The plan has changed," Remiel told her. "The Royal Guard is preparing to raid this town." Her eyes went wide. Remiel took a moment to brief her on his earlier conversation.

"So what are we going to do?" she asked finally.

"I'm still piecing it together," he confessed.

"Should we make a run for it?" she asked. Remiel shook his head.

"That would be too suspicious, besides the guards know I'm here and that there are those among you who are working against Crimson Sky."

"But we'll-"

"Likely be arrested on sight," he finished for her. "Don't worry, I already know how to secure a pardon for all of you."

"How?"

"Duress. You were misled into accepting a job then forced to stay otherwise Crimson Sky would have killed you." Crystal Clear didn't seem very sure of that plan. "If that fails I know where Crimson Sky's money is. It shouldn't be too difficult to buy off a judge or bribe a guard to 'lose' you all during transport."

"Why would you do that for us?" Remiel gave her a confused look.

"Would you rather stay in prison?"

"No, you just never seemed to really care about anypony but yourself." Remiel smirked slightly.

"Because you have been useful and I reward those who prove themselves." Crystal Clear donned a thoughtful look then chuckled softly.

"Gentle Touch was right about you," she laughed. Remiel frowned at her.

"Please, enlighten me."

"You act all mean and cold, but you're really a nice colt." Remiel continued to frown at her.

"I'm leaving you in prison." That just made her laugh harder. What was it about these ponies that made them think he was nice? Was he going soft in his remaining time? "If you are done laughing, we have plans to make." For the next several minutes he and the mare made a few preliminary plans but nothing solid yet. Soon the remaining members of his small group arrived and Remiel rose from the bed to address them properly. Without the covers on he could see that a fair amount of his body was covered in bruises, but that would come in handy very soon. For the time being though it was utter agony.

"Crystal sure did a number on ya didn't she, boss?" Storm Chaser chuckled. A sorrowful look appeared on Crystal Clear's face.

"Indeed, but it is of no consequence," he replied. He looked over his small group. "Now, I trust you all know about the guards that are supposedly here searching for me, yes?" They all nodded. "Good. To begin with, they aren't here for me, but to bring down Crimson Sky." That earned a few gasps from the assembled ponies.

"How do you know?" Dark Shadow asked. This particular pony was slightly unnerving by his appearance. He was a kind of sub species of pegasus known as a Thestral, basically a bat pony. He had a coat as black as night with a mane to match, piercing red eyes and a pair of bat-like wings. He even had two very sharp fangs, even though he fed on neither meat nor, thankfully, blood. Of his followers Remiel held him as the most dangerous. His story was that he came here as an enforcer, but didn't have the stomach for slavery. Remiel also saw him as the most useful of the group, somepony he could rely on to do the more...unsavory things he may need done.

"Simple deduction," Remiel answered. "However, we are not here to discuss how I came about this knowledge, but rather how we're going to ensure this place crumbles."

"What are you talking about?" an earth pony mare who went by the name of Heart Shield asked. "Shouldn't we just leave it up to the guard?" Remiel earnestly liked this mare. She was kind, honest to a fault and a good natured pony. Why she came to work for Crimson Sky is beyond him but he was thankful since it put one more on his side.

"No," he answered sternly. "I won't chance Crimson Sky escaping then learning of our hand in his destruction. Would you want him free to come after you?" The sudden change in her eyes told him her answer was 'no'. "Now, it would be wisest for them to attack early in the morning, just before the sun rises."

"Why?" Crystal Clear asked.

"So they can approach with less chance of being noticed as well as sow chaos among Crimson Sky's thugs in the darkness. Then as the sun rises and it becomes brighter they could do a more thorough sweep of the town. While a good military strategy, the darkness will give Crimson Sky ample opportunity to slip away undetected."

"So what do you want us to do?" Steel Sword asked.

"We sow chaos before the guards even arrive," Remiel replied. That earned him several confused looks.

"Why?" Crystal Clear asked.

"To cover their advance and put Crimson Sky's thugs I'm disarray," was the answer.

"And how do we do that?" Dark Shadow asked.

"Free the ponies at the mine." The room went dead silent.

"What?" Crystal Clear asked finally.

"We release the prisoners." Remiel wouldn't admit it, but he took a small amount of pleasure from consistently shocking them.

"Wouldn't that put them in danger?" Steel Sword asked.

"That's not the biggest problem," Dark Shadow interrupted. "First we would have to get past the eight ponies Crimson Sky has guarding them."

"That won't be a problem," Remiel told him. "Steel Sword, I assume you still have a vial of that 'Nap Time' potion, correct?" The stallion nodded his head. "Then we shall drug them."

"You really think they'll drink on the job?" Steel Sword asked.

"These are common thugs, not trained guards."

"Still, why don't we use it on Crimson Sky?" Remiel supposed it was too much to hope that he wouldn't make that suggestion.

"You expressed concern for those trapped inside the mine, didn't you? What would happen if those thugs panicked and tried something...drastic with the prisoners?" That seemed to silence him on the matter. "At least we can potentially control the the flow of prisoners instead of causing needless panic.

"Alright, but how will we control them?" Remiel gave him a sly smile.

"This is my plan thus far. Insight is welcome, but do not needlessly interrupt me." Remiel explained his plan to the assembled ponies,weaving a web around them that had them ensnared. None dared interrupt him. "Any questions?" Not a one raised their voice. "Then get to it, time is of the utmost importance." Slowly they all began to file out from the room, save for Dark Shadow.

"Why am I staying here? I'm more useful out in the night."

"I have something in which I can only rely on you for," Remiel explained. "Together, we will carry out the most crucial part of the plan." The stallion's eyes narrowed slightly.

"And what's that?"

"We're going to kill Crimson Sky," Remiel answered with a smile. Instead of shock or horror, Dark Shadow merely smiled in return. His upper lip curled back to show his fangs and his eyes gleamed with anticipation.

"What do you need me to do?"

-----Two Hours Later-----

Remiel lay in his bed, the picture of misery and agony. While most of it was an act, a small part of him was anxious for the plan to kick off. Several times he had to take a moment to collect himself. It wasn't uncommon for him to feel this way right before a major operation, but the fact that he was on the front lines made it worse.He had to keep it together, he couldn't allow Crimson Sky to leave this place alive.

He closed his good eye and took a breath. Soon. Soon everything would be done and over with. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. "Enter," he said calmly. The door opened and in walked Dark Shadow.

"They're about to start any second now," he said with a neutral expression. Remiel nodded his head.

"Good, do you have it?" The stallion nodded and approached the bed beside Remiel. The stallion then pulled out a short steel dagger and handed to Remiel hilt first.

"So you're really gonna do it," he said, his voice sounding somewhat surprised. Remiel nodded his head.

"I'll not risk him escaping judgement and being free to enact his revenge," Remiel told him. "I fight my battles in such a way that I don't have to fight them twice." Dark Shadow nodded his head at that.

"Never actually been a part of a murder before," he mumbled. Remiel gave him a thoughtful look.

"I noticed that the rest of our group had an aversion to that as well."

"You think that's strange?"

"Murder isn't exactly an uncommon occurrence where I'm from."

"It's almost unheard of in Equestria," Dark Shadow explained. "I think the last instance was a decade or so ago."

"It was more recent than that." Dark Shadow gave Remiel a questioning look. "Top right drawer. It is my assumption that Crimson Sky killed two ponies and had them turned into clothes, but the reason eludes me." Dark Shadow seemed disgusted. "Do you not think he deserves death?" Dark Shadow shook his head.

"No, if anypony deserves to die it's him."

"Good," Remiel replied as he slipped the dagger into the waist of his pants and covered it with the shirt he had donned before getting back in bed. Suddenly the pair could hear a commotion outside the window. "It seems it has begun." Dark Shadow didn't respond. "Take your position, but stay close. I will need you to take care of Swift Wing then aid me with the other guards when I make my move." The stallion departed without saying a word. Remiel didn't mind, he knew several who acted similarly right before a mission. It was their way of mentally preparing for what was to come. Several minutes passed when suddenly the door to his room burst open. Remiel didn't have to pretend to be surprised as a green pegasus stepped into the room. He locked eyes with Remiel.

"Come with me," was all Swift Wing said. Remiel hastily sat up on the bed and swung his legs so they hung over the edge. Then, with exaggerated difficulty, climbed to his feet. He hobbled over to Swift Wing.

"What's happening?" he asked.

"No time," was the reply. "We're meeting with Red Hoof and then leaving." Remiel gave him a concerned look.

"Just the three of us?"

"Don't be stupid, there's another group we'll meet up with in the forest," the pegasus replied. Remiel had to keep from smiling. So it would only be Crimson Sky and Swift Wing. That made things much simpler. Remiel said nothing further as he followed the green stallion, never once looking back to see if Dark Shadow was following him. He could almost feel the stallion stalking after them like a predator after its prey. Swift Wing quickly led Remiel through the manor to Crimson Sky's study.

Remiel was curious why they were meeting here, but quickly dismissed it when the stallion opened the door and he saw Crimson Sky throwing several books into the fire. The stallion spun to look at who had entered and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it was Swift Wing and Remiel.

"Are the preparations complete?" Crimson Sky asked his lackey.

"Everything is just as we planned," Swift Wing replied. "With the ponies from the mine set free the guards will be delayed in reaching us here."

"Good," Crimson Sky responded. He then locked eyes with Remiel.

"Has something happened?" Remiel asked, feigning nervousness in his voice.

"My apologies, friend," the slaver called. "It seems you are not to blame for the guards. They were preparing to raid our base."

"What do we do?" Remiel asked, his nervousness changing to fear. Crimson Sky offered a comforting smile and walked over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Do not fear, I was prepared for this day," he answered. Remiel allowed his mask of fear to fall and smiled at the stallion.

"That I find doubtful," Remiel replied with a wicked tone. Before Crimson Sky could respond, Remiel took the dagger hidden in the waist of his pants and drove it into the stallion's heart. Remiel wished he could have seen a final look of desperation on the slaver's face, but the dagger's work was done instantly All that remained were two lifeless eyes looking back at him in silent horror. It was enough. "Now!" The door to the room burst open and a dark blur shot past where Remiel was standing and towards the green stallion. The green stallion barely had time to brace himself as the Thestral crashed into him at full speed. Afterwards there was a short struggle and the green pegasus lived no more.

"Well done," Remiel told Dark Shadow. "That went better than I dared hope for." Dark Shadow rose to his feet and approached Remiel.

"The guard will be here any minute," Dark Shadow responded. "What do we do now."

"We stage the scene and get our stories straight, of course," Remiel answered. Dark Shadow gave him a confused look. "Move Swift Wing's body near the door. When the guard arrives you say you saw him preparing to attack me and had to defend me." The best part was that was mostly true, just slightly twisting the facts.

"And you?"

"I was lured here by Crimson Sky so that he may kill me," was Remiel's response. "He landed numerous blows with a dagger, even stabbing me near the shoulder. I wrestled the dagger free of his grasp and killed him to save myself."

"But you're not hurt," Dark Shadow argued.

"And that is where my plan becomes unpleasant. For me at least." Remiel looked the stallion in the eyes. "You may want to avert your eyes." Remiel then looked to the bloodstained weapon in his hands, and then rose it, making several small cuts across his hand and forearm before switching and doing the same to the other. The cuts burned and blood flowed freely, but Remiel was undeterred. He then kneeled over Crimson Sky's empty corpse and took his left hand, placing the dagger in it and took a deep breath. The things I do to clean the scum from the world. He then plunged the dagger into his chest, high and to the left of his heart. The dagger sunk a good four inches into his flesh before he ripped it back out and blood began spilling from his body. A scream of pain escaped his lips as he instinctively covered the wound.

"You really are insane," Dark Shadow gasped, rushing to his side. Remiel waved him off. He wasn't quite done yet. He then took the dagger and plunged it back into Crimson Sky's chest.

"There," Remiel said breathlessly, sweat dripping from his face. "Now...we wait." The world began to blur in front of Remiel. Had he really lost that much blood? Already? Fear grew in his heart. Had he clipped an artery? He had thought he had placed the wound so it would be little more than a flesh wound.

"Remiel? Remiel! Stay with me! Don't go to sleep!" Remiel could hear Dark Shadow's voice, but it was getting further away. "Help! I need help in here!" Then Remiel heard a new voice just before the world completely faded.

"Equestrian Royal Guard!"

Oh good, they made it. Hope everyone's alright. And with that the world faded away into blissful oblivion. His pain vanished and mind felt at ease. At least until a familiar disembodied voice shattered his peace.

You disgust me, the voice called. Remiel sighed in exasperation.

"I suppose there really is no rest for the weary," Remiel replied, ignoring the voice's disdain.

Have you no regard for any but yourself?

"I've grown tired of your 'holier than thou' speeches," Remiel replied, his voice dripping with venom. "From where I'm standing you simply stand and watch as the wicked victimize the innocent then judge those who actually stand up to do something about it."

I maintain balance, be it through good or ill. Remiel laughed at the voice.

"You play God, and yet judge me?" Remiel laughed. "This is quite humorous. You place me here, knowing full well what I'm capable of, and then condemn my actions. You are nothing but a coward. A being too weak to do what is necessary so you have others do it for you and then try and claim the moral high ground. I disgust you? The feeling is mutual."

You are mistaken. I am not responsible for you being here.

"I find that doubtful. You planned this, called it a 'trial' if I'm not mistaken."

I see only what is, and what may be.

"Then how do you 'maintain balance' as you claim?"

My hands strech far and wide, but they do not interfere with the path you tread. The world is not ready for a clash between us.

"Enough," Remiel responded in a tired voice. "I'm tired of pointless discussions that yield only vague responses. Say what you will, but know that my decisions are my own and unless your input becomes more helpful I will disregard anything you have to say."

Then you are a fool. You are not a part of this world, yet you would ignore the shepherd that would guide you to where you may graze in peace and joy. Remiel paused for a moment, then burst out laughing at the voice.

"Then that was your first mistake," Remiel mocked, recovering from his outburst of laughter. "People such as myself don't get to be happy; we have too much to do."

You would bear the weight of the world alone?

"Would it be better to let it crush others with me? No. It's better that I carry this burden alone." Remiel paused a moment before continuing. "I would not have another stain their soul with as much sin as I have." The voice didn't rapid right away.

Perhaps I was hasty in my judgment. Even a child sees the world with their eyes open, albeit through a screen of their own naivety. You have not even opened your eyes yet. I leave you with this: When next I reach out to you heed my words. For I will not allow another world to fall in ruins because of blind ignorance. Now rest, and pray that your eyes will open before it is too late.

Remiel passed into a deep slumber before he could question the voice further.

----Unknown Location----

A figure only partially lit by a small, blue fire relaxed into his seat. 'Remiel' had failed his tests, proving he knew only violence and self serving greed, despite his honeyed words. He would become a problem soon, but there was still time. The figure took a long controlled breath. Yes, time was his ally, not the Broken Vessel's. He took a moment to ponder that. Perhaps it wasn't. If 'Remiel' were to fully awaken before he was ready then a clash between them would be inevitable, and possibly cataclysmic. He had to be sure that didn't happen. But how?

Killing him was out of the question, his role was of too much importance. Besides he wasn't the Killer In Mourning. He was the Vengeful Warden, the shield and sword of this plane. And it was because of his love for this world that he would protect it no matter the cost. He would not allow the annihilation of another world stain his soul.

The figure raised his left hand, the light of the blue fire tinting his skin the same color, and conjured a small blue orb. A soft hum vibrated the air as he waited for the being on the other side to respond. Finally a female voice came from the orb.

"Yes, my lord?" the voice asked.

"How does the day find you, my dear?" he asked in a kind, fatherly tone.

"I'm well, sir," she answered.

"I'm overjoyed to hear so. Alas, though I wish it were not, I have need of you."

"What do you ask of me, my lord?"

"Have you heard of the human 'Remiel'?"

"Human? I'm afraid not."

"Then word of him has yet to spread," the figure said softly, more to himself than the mare he was speaking with. "You must head for Canterlot. He will arrive there shortly."

"Do you want me too follow him, sir?"

"No, one of our family members is already watching over him. What I need of you is very dangerous, and will involve much cunning."

"I'm ready, my lord."

"I cannot thank you enough. Every resource we have will be at your disposal. There is a certain relic that is housed inside the Royal Palace that must be relocated to Origin. Were it that I could get it myself I would, but it is not something I can come into contact with."

"It will be done."

"Do not rush, but you must not tarry either. Should 'Remiel' discover it first than all we have done will be for naught."

"I will not fail, my lord."

"May luck be with you, my dear friend." With that the connection was terminated and the orb faded from existence. He felt relief wash over him. Having the most trusted and capable member of his family taking care of the relic put him at ease. Suddenly a jolt of electricity shot through his body, tensing his muscles and causing him to inhale sharply. Images flashed before his eyes almost faster than he could perceive them. Finally the vision ended and he slumped in his chair, panting heavily.

It took him a moment to slow his breathing and collect himself before he could process what he had seen. Once he had, horror and rage washed over him in equal measures. His hands clenched into tight fists, his nails puncturing his flesh and drawing blood. "So the third Child of The Abyss has awoken. The Killer In Mourning now stalks the earth." The figure had been dreading this day for millenia, and here it was. His hands eased from their clenched states and the small cuts on his palms sealed like they had never been there.

There was no doubt now. He still had time before the Killer In Mourning could breach the veil to this plane. For now he had to deal with the Broken Vessel, and muster his armies for the Final Act. He knew no number of legions could turn the tide against his enemy, but they could buy him time should the veil be breached sooner than he anticipated. The Broken Vessel, Remiel Samael Blaz, was the key to winning this war. One way or another he would make that child of darkness see the light. And if that failed...A weary, defeated sigh escaped his lips.

Should he fail to awaken the Broken Vessel, or succeed and the vessel turns against him, then he would breach the veil himself. Then he would lay waste to the Killer In Mourning, the Broken Vessel, himself and the entire plane. It was better for one side of the veil to disappear than to lose both. He shook the soul-shattering thoughts from his mind. He could not, would not fail in this endeavor. But if he was to succeed, then he had to quit dawdling and get to work. Suddenly a thought occurred to him.

"Yes, that may just work." A smile broke the frown that had previously dominated his face. Another small, blue orb appeared in his left hand. He had much to do, and this would be the first of many strings he'd have to pull.